Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Siren (f, reluc, bd) By: Beautiful Capture Disclaimer: You must be at least 18 and a legal adult to read this work of fiction. This work contains graphic sexual acts which may be objectionable or illegal. The author disclaims any responsibility concerning the use, possession, distribution, or reproduction of this document. If you read and understood the Disclaimer and are still here, then enjoy the story! -- Local folklore told the legend of a trapped siren, wailing her enchanting song along a lonely pier of a remote beach. A resurgent interest in parts of the scientific community concerning tall tales attracted today's pair of explorers: an elderly marine researcher and his lovely graduate understudy. Their aim was to either explain the natural mechanisms of this tale or debunk its spurious claims. The professor had arrived early and set up some recording equipment to observe the phenomenon whether it be real or simply fiction. The beach was majestic in its own way. Crashing waves along the jagged coastline were a reminder of Nature's fury. The enveloping roar of the surf drowned out the soundscape while an agitated, briny mist swirled the air. Loosely scattered clouds filtered glaring sunlight leaving a shimmering web of darkness on the carved, rocky shores. Shells, husks, and other natural debris littered the sand with an ancient smell. This was a desolate beauty. Few braved journeying here, but the ones who made it would be inspired. The professor was still awaiting the arrival of his fashionably late student when he strolled casually onto the pier to assess the surroundings. He frowned. The wave action was much too strong to safely investigate the tempestuous waters. As his boots struck the aged wooden planks, he imagined the cries of a mystical woman in their creaks and groans. No, a legend would not be borne of something so simple! He and his student would be seeking something much deeper. Speaking of whom, where could that careless girl possibly be at this hour? Under the pier, an exhausted Julia barely noticed the footsteps until they were directly above her head. Half submerged, she had been pummeled by the flow of the rolling waves for long enough that she had established a resigned deference to the force of Nature on her body. She had been bound underneath the pier at low tide, and had been unable to escape her ordeal since. She had been bound just behind the tip of the pier, facing the open sea. To ensure her quiet complicity, her panties had been stuffed in her plaintive mouth and secured with strong waterproof tape to lock her lips closed. At first she had spent a great deal of effort trying to free her voice, but the tape held firm. Her strength was waning and other needs demanded she preserve her energy. She tilted her head up and let her hair fall back; it had been cinched in a ponytail to keep it out of her face as the water drenched her again and again. Her ankles had been tethered wide apart to adjacent pilings of the pier, keeping her lower half submerged. Her arms had been wrapped together in a helical brace behind her back akin to a chinese finger trap. However, the binding had been reinforced and could not be escaped unaided. Without the use of her arms or legs, she was unable to passively maintain her balance in the erratic waters. Only her natural bouyancy and the incoming force of the waves kept her upright. When a wave struck she would be pushed back, then as the next one gathered she would be pulled forward in an eternal rythm, swaying like a reed in intermittent wind. To her chest were attached a pair of well-formed sea shells which were bonded to her breasts, lightly pinching the undersides of her magnificent curvature. Above them, to her nipples, were clipped a pair of fishing lines which had been cast far out to sea. The lines had been baited with something- she wasn't sure what- but they were heavy. Heavy enough to sink and embed themselves into the shelf floor, unable to retract to the coastline. The tension on the lines was bearable, but noticeable. Julia's plight was much more perilous than that, however. Bobbing on the water's surface was a styrofoam float with a thick phallus wedged tightly between her smooth legs. Wrapped around the dildo was some fresh seaweed-- the slimy substance twisting unpredictably as the rough currents pitched her undulating body to and fro. As the waters continued to rise, the dildo drove deeper into her recesses; keeping her cognizant while reminding her of the passage of time. When she heard footsteps close by, she began groaning into her gag and making as much noise as she could. Anything to draw some attention for a possible rescue! But she was fatigued, and the ocean's caress was relentless. Little fight remained in her. Wondering how much longer she could last, Julia put her faith in her wailing cries, and called out the best she could through the gag in her mouth. The professor stopped and cocked his head, listening intently. He thought- no, he was SURE- he had heard something. But his ears weren't what they used to be and he couldn't hope to distinguish anything over the deafening roar of the surf. Could he already have discovered the source of the legend? Pleasantly surprised at how easy this was turning out to be, he excitedly aimed the listening device trying to find the strongest signal. Satisfied that he had found the source of the sound, the researcher left the directional microphone pointing at a nearby rock face upon which the mystical song was echoing. It was difficult to make out over the distortion of the imperfect surface, but after some Fourier Transforms and Signal Processing he knew he could correct for that. With a Noise Cancelling algorithm he might even be able to filter out the sound of the waves, but he would need to gather more background noise before that could work. Satisfied that he had acquired the song of the siren, he turned his attention to the next step. To analyze possible causes of the sound he had some high-grade camera equipment and a sensitive sonar. The choppy surface characteristics of the water gave him little hope of finding anything with the camera, but the sonar's underwater sight would be unaffected. Part of his student's graduate work had been to devise a control system that coupled the two tools together in a way that integrated the data from each thus observing more phenomona and in greater detail than either device could do on its own. However, he had never used it before and was worried he would miss something important or misinterpret its readings, thus futilely observing the wrong thing! Now where was that infernal girl? She was supposed to be helping him, but instead she's leaving him to do all the hard work! When Julia heard footsteps scampering away, tears welled up in her tired eyes threatening to pollute the salty waters below. Her one chance was blown! How much longer could she remain bound to the whims of the sea? As her hopelessness sank in, the swirling shell of ocean mist surrounding her thickened and darkened. A persistent rhythm of waves induced gentle bobbing of the styrofoam float, up and down, the thrusting dildo now lodged firmly inside. The twisting seaweed delighted in exploring every millimeter of her interior. One strand had worked its way out and caressed her clitoris as it was caught and released by the unpredictable currents. Her drenched and flowing breasts heaved from prolonged exertion. She leaned back to conserve some energy floating, but the slack of the fishing lines on her chest abruptly went out. They must have gotten tangled in the debris-laden shelf sea! She kicked mightily, undulating herself back upright, though her desperate legs were losing their strength. Her delicate, quivering flesh struggled in the ferocious, unforgiving waters. The silver lining was the rising water level which made it easier to stay aloft. As water submerged more of her body, it became easier to maintain her balance. When she had started, the water was barely to her waist. Each crashing wave had hit her below her center of gravity, knocking her slightly off balance. As the water rose it reached her navel, then her ribs. The surging water sank and rose with each individual wave, energy released in one wave crest gathered in its wave trough for some vexing stimulation. By now, the tide had reached nearly to the level of the seashells adorning her breasts. Julia gasped in desperate frustration. The bouyant styrofoam resisted sinking into the water, merily driving the mounted dildo to explore her depths. Her defiant pussy could only hinder the surge of the ascending dildo so much before it pierced deeper inside. Cries of tormented delight escaped her lips when it encountered a fresh layer of resistance. The strands of seaweed tickled her intimately beneath her defenses while the rythmic thrusting of the waves threatened to overwhelm her. The rough currents had twisted and thrust the intruder in every possible orientation finding any deeper refuge as it became available. The braided seaweed contorted in her vaginal contractions, assuming the best contour it could to fill the space between her wrenching vagina and the surging dildo. As wave crests rose and fell the crude instrument was allowed to thrust and recede from her passage. But as the tide elevated it gradually withdrew less than it invaded. The intensifying sensations had grown maddening. The cadence of the waves was not fast enough for her anymore and she worked her body to accelerate the sensations. Unable to control herself any longer, she moaned delightedly for help! Listening for whisps of assurance, Julia's helpless body patiently endured. The waves continued to thrust into her, arousing a growing passion. She briefly glimpsed where the lines clipped to her broke the surface of the water, dancing to a beat without measure, manipulating and massaging her breasts like a marrionette's strings. Water would crash against her body, then recede and drip from her hair and skin, only to repeat the cycle all over again. The restless water joined every part of her body, and it was both torment and delight. Gasping as the infiltrator drove mightily into her heated body, her flagging hope could no longer deny her the orgasm she had been working toward for so long. At last, she surrendered to Nature's embrace. She tried to cry out, but the gag substantially muted her voice. Not that it mattered; the deafening roar from the crashing waves drowned out her cries anyway. Without shame or fear, Julia flexed her back to enhance the sensations. She imagined rescue was near, letting excitement flood her body. Her knees gave out and she briefly tilted forward, releasing the strain on her chest but letting the upper crests of water splash her face. She sighed contentedly as the ocean rocked her powerless body to glorious release. The pulsing waters continued tending to her needs for some time. It was peak growth before high tide. Slowly regaining some of her lucidity, Julia groaned quietly as she lifted her body upright. The strain on her chest had grown fiercer. Impossibly, the lures seemed to be drifting further out to sea, as if caught in the riptides. Refusing her will, the phallus remained deeply wedged inside her exhausted body and had not stopped its joyous dance with each cresting wave. The seaweed warmed as it was saturated by her loss of control. Quieting her overwhelmed gasps, Julia attempted to regather her senses so she might survive this breathtaking ordeal. The video equipment had captured some anomaly in a patch of water slightly off-angle from the pier. The researcher squinted his eyes to identify what was there but he could see nothing. The sonar indicated a cluster of fast-moving underwater objects but he didn't know how to interpret the data. He absorbed himself in getting a better shot, and would ask his student to interpret all this data whenever she came. Julia's respite was short lived as a gentle tugging on her left breast snapped her to attention. Was something caught on her nipple's lure? Anchored only by the underwater tethers binding her ankles, she undulated her whole body upright to keep from being pulled under by the erratic pull on her chest. The line bobbed and weaved in the water like prey fighting for escape. She was forced to counter its every motion lest she be submerged by the line connecting her nipple to its tug. The line on her chest snapped taut as the little swimmer fought mightily for its life. Julia imagined she had just reigned it in when the line on her other breast suddenly jerked forward as well. She had caught two fish at the same time! Her only anchor was her tethered ankles, below the water line. She needed to fight physically to keep her head above water. They pulled against her until her nose kissed the surface of the water, holding her breath during the wave crests. She energetically worked her legs to right herself and keep from drowning. The relentless waves refused her any respite. When she gained in the battle with the fish, the resurgent dildo pressed more deeply inside. When she balanced herself, the throbbing seaweed made her squirm. When she relaxed to enjoy the sensations, the lines clipped to her chest strained forward. Realizing she couldn't continue this forever, Julia steeled herself for more drastic action. Violently hefting her body, she twisted one side of herself aloft, then quickly back to the other side! Dazzled by the powerful jerks on her chest, she yelped in shock. Upright and erect once more, she would at least enjoy a leverage advantage. However, her onerous exertion momentarily blinded her as every nerve in her body painfully echoed what she had just done. She couldn't maintain her advantageous posture when the lines pitched her forward again, but a moment of panic! revived her senses and she jerked herself back. If she fell now she doubted she could right herself again. So she held firm against their pull, never allowing herself to bend too far forward no matter how strongly the fish pulled away. She was bound to struggle with the aggressive swimmers tit for tat until they might escape from her deadly trap. Unable to compose her voice, primal groans escaped her lungs belying the intensity of her battle and the tenacity of her little tormentors. Julia's peril grew more dire as she felt the seaweed begin to expand. Her scientist's mind wondered briefly if it was it some kind of exothermic reaction with her earlier orgasmic release? Then wailed at the thought! Not only was the dildo thrusting deeper inside, but thanks to the seaweed it was growing thicker as well! The puffiness extended to the strand lashing her clitoris, increasing the contact of the slimy strand, giving her clit less respite from its lashings. The gently pinching seashells along with the tightly clamping fishing lines confused her overworked body as she continued to struggle with the lures wrenching her forward. The rocking waves gradually wore down her furiously working legs. Needing another point of stability, she imagined the dildo a floating buoy and tried to anchor herself by it. The pleasure magnified her straining focus. Julia steadied herself, and prepared to brace herself for however long it took-- delirious with fear, pain, and pleasure all mixed into one. The professor took a moment to appreciate the haunting melody etched into the harsh scene. It was easy to imagine how primitive societies sought to explain this as a mythical siren haunting the shore. That voice sounded /so real/. The tempo and rythm had even changed, ruling out any purely acoustical phenomena such as hearing the ocean in a conch shell. He gleefully gathered all the data he could, because he intended to solve this folk mystery forever! He was dashed out of his peaceful reverie when the equipment alerted him of a maverick rider wave coming straight for the shoreline. It seemed unusual that such a fast wave would be headed here. When it would hit the elevated shelf of the beach, the speed would be converted to height and the result would be a towering tsunami that could ruin all his equipment. Should he risk the damage for an opportunity to get that elusive bit of data that might explain the whole mystery? Or was this the warning shot from a ghost that did not want to be found? He must decide quickly! Transmitted through the fishing line, Julia felt an odd tremble on her chest. Had she been out here so long that she was becoming delirious? Her overworked nerves dancing to phantom stimuli that need not exist to continue to excite her? A shockwave ripple sped ahead as a giant bulge formed on the ocean's surface. In a still moment, trepidation filled Julia as she felt- then heard- the coming titan. It was headed straight for her! Precursor waves jostled everything on her body. Her breasts were momentarily flattened by their seashell bra while the clips on her nipples gyrated. The dildo lodged deeper inside her like a fearful mouse scurrying into a tight cubbyhole, out of reach from its would-be predator. The limp seaweed thrashed manicly about, as if sensing a coming doom. Then it all unwound as the water drew away from her, collecting into one massive strike. Her firm breast mass popped the seashells back into place comfortably cradling her breasts' underside, a temporary relief that taunted her before the mighty wave struck. The receding water line challenged her balance as the water dipped below her center of mass. Finally she was able to eject the dildo to a comfortable depth. Unfortunately, the seaweed continued expanding and she still felt just as full as before. The fishing lines on her nipples were caught in a swirling vortex pulling in all different directions at once. Breathing heavily, she grimly awaited her fate. It arose from the flat horizon. As she watched the mounting Wave, she could not help but feel awestruck by it. Such a smooth and beautiful curve twisted above the water's choppy surface she forgot a little of her plight. The Wave was a fleeting ripple from a snap of the Ocean's wondrous hand that only she could appreciate, would appreciate. After her awful ordeal, it would envelop her, immerse her, and she would become One with the Wave. Her reverie ended when the water level surged in advance of the Wave. Her incessant torment resumed. She called out in fear and trepidation. Steady pressure restored the dildo to its previous depth. Exploring seaweed throbbed in her vaginal convulsions, still inflating in the reaction with her bodily fluids. Once so skewered, a pulse train of small, brief tremors surged into her as the maverick encountered the stairstep rise of the floor of the shoal, each small step releasing an angry shock current heralding the final approach. In a glimpse of calm before the tsunami, her vision briefly cleared as the water dried from her face. She beheld her fate. She felt so alive that the world seemed to be going in slow motion. Julia could no longer handle the assault on her body, and surrendered to the bliss of release. The lines on her nipples were caught in the riptide pulling her forward with distressing ferocity, but the force of the torrential water stopped her from fighting. The shells vibrated her heaving breasts as the incoming force matched her chests' internal pressure. The pulsing dildo intensified as the seaweed expanded to her limit, then crushed by her spasming cunt, then expanded back to her limit, over and over again. The escaped arm on her clit frantically danced as it puffed in and out of her soft grasp. At last the titanic wave struck. Julia wouldn't remember the exact details. The dildo surged to its deepest, and did not reemerge when the water shrank away. Her body swelled around the contained seaweed dildo locking the treasure inside. Her lures pulled until they snapped from her body and drifted away. The seashells finally smothered her breasts, and with her nipples now unadorned, each too-small shell enveloped an entire boob, embracing her tightly, the suction holding them tightly in place. At last, the exhausted Julia had earned her rest, and closed her eyes. *** "I can't believe you got sick on that day! Couldn't you at least have called?" the professor was inviting his student inside. "It took a lot out of me... I'm still recuperating," Julia replied remorsefully. "I'm sorry to hear. But the journey-- it was magnificent! At first I thought there would be nothing there because it was such a perilous place. But I persevered and got a recording all the same--" "You WHAT?!" interrupted Julia, astonished. "Oh yes, I thought you'd be surprised!" crooned the professor. Although in truth he didn't expect her to be quite THAT surprised. It was, after all, the objective of the excursion. "It's all just like they say: a mystical melody haunts the pier as if sung by a ghostly siren." Julia's face paled like a ghost. Unable to respond she waited interminably for her disastrous fate to play out. "I have the audio recording right here." Excitedly, "Go on- have a listen!" The tape had already been cleaned up to remove the distortions and ambient noise so Julia was clearly listening to her own gagged wailing during who knows how many forced orgasms. When the cleanest part of the tape finished he paused its playback to discuss the finding. "Well, what do you think of that?" Impatiently, "Come on, say something girl!" "I--- I... don't know what to say... Ummm... do you think it's the siren?" A flash of insight appeared on the professor's face at that moment. He rewound the tape. "Wha... What are you doing?" timidly. "I hadn't noticed it before," he began ominously, "When you spend enough time with someone, it's like you absorb a piece of them and carry it with you." The tape started playing again, much to Julia's humiliation. After some agonizingly long moans the professor commented, "I've been working with you for so long that I hear your voice in the siren's song! Must be some real magic to it if we can all hear the voice of a beautiful woman in her song. Anyway, what do you hear?" he asked pointedly. Julia took her time responding. Taking a breath and trying fervently to hide the embarassment from her face as she listened to herself suffer orgasm after orgasm. She took care answering his question: "Yes, you're right. I hear my mother. It is strange how we all hear different people in her cries." "Cries?" he asked. "I had thought she was singing, though I admit there was something about it..." Cutting him off before he had the idea to rewind the tape again, Julia interrupted "I meant nothing by it. So what was your conclusion? Did you find the cause of this... phenomenon?" Drifting back to the conversation, he remarked, "No. No evidence. There was a monster of a wave-- never seen anything like it! Damaged all the equipment except this recording. Everything else... ruined!" Finally, a sigh of relief! "I'm so sorry to hear that. Well, it looks like that's one rumor laid to rest. What's next, doc?" Dumbfounded, he chastised her like a small child. "Done! You think we're done? There's something *out* there! We need to go back and gather more measurements, test hypotheses-- and this time we do it together! This mystery might have been solved if you paired up with me like we planned, but instead you got off by yourself and now all we have is this foreboding tape! We're going to be taking it to some experts to see what they think, maybe even release it to the scientific community to crowdsource more ideas. I don't expect any more complaints out of you-- we're going back and we're not giving up until this mystery is solved!" Frowning, Julia knew she had no choice but to go along. She doubted very much the legend of the siren.