From no@no.no Sat May 17 22:43:44 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Disney: Little Mermaid in Bondage - Part 1 (Bondage, S/M)
From: "Col. Kink" <no@no.no>
Date: Sat, 17 May 1997 22:43:44 -0400
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Prince Eric's Amusements
        "Darling, it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from
me!"  
                                                --Sebastian the crab
        

        "Come with me, Ariel."  Eric's voice was far different than it
had been
 in the three days since they had been married.  Ariel wondered if she
had done
 something to upset him.  She hadn't meant to do anything, and found
herself 
filled with doubt.  Was he angry because she had slipped and almost
fallen duri
ng their first dance?  She had pleaded for more time--after all,
she had only had legs for three days.  
        "Where are we going?" she asked, as Eric led her down into the
lower 
depths of the castle.  She could smell the sea air and it made her think
of her
family, below.  Although the castle was directly on the ocean, the lower
depths
of the castle were not dank. 
        "I want to show you something."  
        "Are you mad at me?"  She could hear far different tones in his
voice.  
        "No, not at all.  But I want to show you something that humans
do.  
Just please, be quiet and follow me.  I'm kind of nervous as it is."
        Something human!  Ariel was delighted.  She knew Eric wanted her
to be
quiet but couldn't resist.  She loved human things.
        "A human thing?  Really?  What's it like?"
        "Well, not all humans do it.  You'll see."  He spun and speared
her 
with his blue eyes, the same eyes that she had seen from the deck of the
ship 
not a week ago.
        Ariel was silent.  But she did not have to remain silent long.  
Eric led her down the steps through a short hall, and then through a 
locked door.  Ariel noticed he kept the key on a solitary ring.  He
opened the
door and ushered her in.
        The room was large, and relatively airy.  Torches burned on all
sides 
of the room, but they were recessed into the wall and unobtrusive. 
There were
large things in the room.  A cross of some sort.  A table.  A thing
which 
looked like a large wooden X.  A post with chains hanging from it.  One
entire
wall was covered by a mirror.  Ariel had never seen a mirror this large,
not 
in the room Eric had put her in and certainly not in the shipwrecks she
had 
prowled before.
        "Eric...what is this?"
        Eric smiled.  "This is what I do, Ariel.  I want to share this
with 
you."   
        "But what is it?"
        "Ariel...," he cleared his throat.  "Have you ever wondered what
it 
would be like not to be a princess?"
        "Like a...merchant?"  Ariel wondered whatever these devices
could have
to do with buying and selling."
        "No.  Not a merchant.  A slave."        
        "A slave?"  Triton's kingdom did not have slavery.  "Eric, you
can't 
enslave me, I'm your wife!"
        "Not quite.  I mean...would you want to be my slave?"  
He reached for something behind his back and pulled out a leather strap.
        "To be your slave...."  Ariel tipped her head and let her long 
red hair fall over her shoulder.   A smile crept onto her face.   
        "Is this a permanent thing?"
        "No."  Eric fiddled with the leather strap.  "For now, it'll
just be 
for tonight.  Maybe in the future, you will want to be my slave for
longer 
periods.   But not yet."
        "What are you going to do to me?"
        "You'll see.  If you don't want me to do something, then call me 
by my first name."
        Ariel smiled again.  "What should I call you otherwise?"
        Eric unlocked a tiny lock at the end of the leather strap and 
motioned for her to come to him.  "You should call me Master.  Now come
over 
here."  
        Ariel walked over to him obediently.  
        "Take off your clothes," commanded Eric.  Ariel was not
expecting 
this command.  She froze for a moment and looked at him dumbly.
        "Do it!"        
Ariel undressed quickly, afraid she had angered him.  When she was
naked, 
he smiled at her in a way he never had before.
        "Now kneel before me."
        She did, noticing that the stone was quite smooth under her
calves. 
Only a prince could have made such a chamber;  no one else would have
people 
actually smooth out stone.  
        Eric locked the leather strap around her neck and went to get
some 
other things.  Ariel took the opportunity to touch her new collar.  It
was 
wide, made of black leather, and had several rings on it.  She couldn't
turn 
her head very far to either side with it on.   
        When he came back, he grinned broadly at her;  he had seen her 
playing with the collar.  Automatically, Ariel's hands shot away from
the 
collar and behind her back.  He didn't seem angry;  on the contrary he
seemed 
amused.
        "Like it, do you?"  
        Ariel blushed and did not reply.  She felt the first twinges in
that 
thing which had appeared between her legs when she had gotten them.  She
had 
wondered what it was up until the wedding;  the deal with Ursula had
only been 
for legs.  As she had discovered in the honeymoon suite on the boat, it
was 
quite a bonus.  
        What's happening to me, she thought.  She had discovered that
that 
thing was well designed for romping in the bed with Eric, but had never 
imagined that it would react to being collared and naked kneeling on a
stone 
floor!  Was she ill?  Scuttle had never mentioned anything like this
about 
humans.  
        He handed her a small pile of things.  The first things she saw
were 
a very strange pair of shoes.  These were somewhat like the shoes she
had worn
at the wedding.  They had a higher heel than those shoes did, a higher
heel 
than Ariel thought would be even wearable.  They were extremely shiny.  
The next was a pair of black silk stockings, which Ariel had learned
about at 
the wedding, from the helpful old maid who had bathed her before she met
Eric.
Once the problem of voicelessness had been solved, it was much easier
for Ariel
to learn peculiar human customs.  And this was the most peculiar of
all.  But 
Ariel was admittedly enjoying this.  She could feel that thing between
her 
legs growing slightly wetter as she examined the toys.
        Ariel dressed in the stockings and shoes.  She was careful with
them, 
because only royalty could afford silk stockings;  Ariel had seen more
pairs 
in her six days as a human than most of the peasantry of Eric's kingdom
saw in
a lifetime.  There was also a strange thing which had metal and laces; 
Ariel 
did not know what it was nor where it went until Eric placed it on her 
midsection.  It stretched from below her breasts to her hips.  Eric
tightened 
the laces at her back.  Suddenly it was hard to breathe.        
        "Argh.  Eric-Master-what are you doing?"
        "Look at yourself, slave."  He pointed her towards the mirror.  
        It was hard to stand up in the shoes, and the corset squeezed
worse 
than Ursula's tentacles had.  Yet Ariel could not believe the image in
the 
mirror was hers.  No more purple shells, that was for sure!  Her waist
was 
much smaller, and the high heels made her legs--her lovely, smooth legs
for 
which she had sacrificed so much--look wonderful.  She ran her hands
over them,
enjoying the feel of the silk.  
        "Very well."  Eric sounded satisfied.
        Now Eric placed two small sets of chains onto the shoes.  Each
chain 
was made in a figure-eight, and one slid onto her toe and went up to the 
instep, the other circling her ankle and locking shut.  Now she could
not 
remove the shoes.  
        While Ariel was admiring herself in the mirror, Eric took her
wrists 
and locked leather cuffs onto them.  Then he locked them together,
pinning 
Ariel's hands behind her back.
        "Now, slave, turn around."  Ariel did, shakily, for it was hard
to 
turn with the heels, especially without her hands for balance.
        "Undress me."  
        "But how-"
        Eric was holding a short riding crop, which he used viciously on
her 
bare buttocks.  "With your teeth, slave!  Now do it!"
        Ariel took a deep breath, the three welts on her buttocks
burning and 
feeling gloriously sensitive.  She undid the catch on Eric's cloak and
let 
it flutter to the floor.  Then she carefully worked each fancy button on
his 
shirt through the loop and pushed it through with her tongue.  For his
pants 
she had to go on her knees again.  She was feeling marvelously wet
again, 
wondering if Eric could tell.  Eric's manhood jutted out from his pants,
as 
wonderfully erect as it had been after the wedding in the honeymoon
suite when
Ariel had learned of the ways of human physical love.
        Ah, but that was nothing compared to this.  Her skin felt
wonderfully 
hot and flushed, the welts on her buttocks tingling more than the
unwhipped 
bare parts of her body.  She wanted Eric to whip her again.
        She reached out for Eric's penis and took it into her mouth
lovingly, 
caressing it with her tongue.
        "Not yet," said Eric.   
        He lowered a leather blindfold down onto Ariel's face.  He
locked this on, 
and now Ariel could not even open her eyes. 
The blindfold was padded and seemed to be custom-made to her eyes.  She
waited
nervously, on her knees.        
        "Grimsby, bring in what I asked you."
        Grimsby was there?  Great Triton, no!  Surely he wasn't going to
let 
Grimsby see the Princess of the Kingdom bound and naked on her knees!  
"Yes, 
sir," came the reply, and Ariel's face flushed as deep a red as her
hair.  
"The princess looks very attractive, sir."
        Grimsby would never look at her the same way again.  How could
he?  
        But another part of Ariel wanted Grimsby to see her like this,
Eric's 
pleasure slave, bound and kneeling, ready to be used as Eric's will
dictated.
Was that thing between her legs going to drip?  Being a mermaid had
_never_ 
been like this.
        While Ariel grappled with herself, Eric came back.  
        "I brought you a friend, Ariel."
        Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her nipples.  Ariel
screamed.  
        Something was crushing them, and Ariel threw her blindfolded
head back 
and howled in pain, her entire body concentrating on the two spots of
white 
fire that her nipples had become.
        "Leetle missy, I dot dat was dee only way to geit you to
listen!"  
The new voice was a familiar one, laced with a strong Caribbean accent.
        No!  It couldn't be!
        Eric took off the blindfold only to let Ariel see what she
already 
knew;  dangling between her breasts, clutching onto each nipple with a
death 
grip, was her old friend Sebastian the crab.  He was glaring up at her
from his
little crab googly eyes.        
        "Sebastian...please..."  To speak was an effort that she could
barely 
handle.
        "Leesten up, chile, ofter what you put me troo..."  Sebastian
tightened
his grip, causing tears to flow from Ariel's eyes.
        Eric grinned.  "You have caused Sebastian a lot of trouble these
past 
few days, slave.  I thought you did deserve some punishment."
        Suddenly his hand was between her legs.  "Seems like you're
enjoying 
this more than you think."
        As Sebastian continued to grip, Ariel felt an odd sensation
coming 
over her.  It began to hurt less, and her body seemed to feel almost as
if she
was floating.  Her vision faded, although Eric had not put the blindfold
back 
on.  She could feel it as Sebastian abandoned her nipples, could feel
the dull
ache of sensation coming back into them, but it was a muted feeling,
almost as
if she was feeling through a curtain.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed
the 
crest of feeling as the crab crawled around behind her to pinch her
naked 
buttocks for a bit, and then left those to pinch her labia.
        She was no longer in Eric's dungeon.  She was floating
somewhere, 
perhaps in the sea where she had spent the first sixteen years of her
life, 
perhaps in the air, perhaps only in her mind. Wherever it was, Ariel
simply 
allowed herself to enjoy the sensations.  When the crab squeezed her
with his 
strong claws, when Eric whipped her naked body, she did not feel that as
pain,
instead as a new boost higher into herself.
        She came back on the floor.  The cold stone felt good against
her hot,
tortured flesh.  Her ass was up in the air, burning from its whipping. 
She 
could barely feel Sebastian's claws above the tightly laced corset.  
Eric's blessedly cool hand massaged her buttocks.
        "Leave us, Sebastian," he said.  He lifted Ariel up gently, and 
carried her over to a wooden chair in the dungeon.  Then he sat her down 
backwards on the chair, binding her ankles to the back legs of it and
her 
wrists, in front of her, to the bottom of the seat.  The top of the
chairback 
had a cutout which was perfect for her chin.    
        Ariel's body jutted forward at a forty-five degree angle and her
legs 
were spread and bound.  He gave her a few minutes to get back into
herself.  
She wondered what was next.
        She discovered.  Eric was rock hard;  he crouched down and
slipped 
into her wet, engorged depths.  Ariel's bonds were immovable; she was a 
spectator to the very act of sex she was engaged in.  She could not
move, 
instead she could only stare at the wall while he enjoyed himself within
her.
        "Tell me when you're going to come, slave," he grunted while he
was 
thrusting.      
        Ariel thought at first that she would never be able to come
after her 
ordeal with Sebastian.  But Eric was her Master, and she wanted to
please 
him, so she lay on the chair and let him enjoy herself.
        Eric's hand stole around and began to play with the nub of flesh
he 
had played with once before, in the honeymoon suite on the ship.  Ariel
felt 
her body respond, slowly at first.  But Eric was insistent, teasing her
until 
she began to moan and fight her bonds.
        "Master--I'm-going-to-come," she gasped out.  Eric slowed at
once, 
with both cock and finger.  Ariel moaned and began to thrust her hips
back as 
far as her bound hands would allow.  
        "Please, Master...oh, great Triton, please..."
        "Not yet, slave.  Your begging is too pretty to end yet."
        "Master please...if you don't let me come I will die...I will do 
anything..."
        After similar incoherent pleas, Eric decided it was sufficient
and 
allowed her to come.  Eric was a skillful Master, and was able to make
her 
come three or four times.  Then he came in her himself, and she felt the 
warmth slowly trickling out of her.
        Eric unlocked her restraints, and carried her slowly across the
room 
to a hidden door she had not seen before.  Opening it, he carried her up
the 
stairs, to the royal bedroom.  He put her gently down on the bed and
removed 
her corset, shoes and stockings.  She was naked except for her collar,
and 
completely exhausted.   
        "That's enough for now, my love," he said, stroking her sweaty
red 
hair back from her forehead.  He moved to remove her collar.
        She stopped him, placing both hands on his and tenderly kissing
his 
hands, closing her eyes and preparing to sleep.  "No, Master.  I would
rather 
be your slave on land than a princess of the sea."
                        The End

From no@no.no Sat May 17 22:45:12 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Disney: Little Mermaid in Bondage - Part 2 (Bondage, S/M)
From: "Col. Kink" <no@no.no>
Date: Sat, 17 May 1997 22:45:12 -0400
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Ariel's Continuing Education
        It had been one week since Ariel had been introduced to the role
Eric
wanted her to play, below, in the dungeon below the royal bedroom.  And
she
had waited eagerly.  Eric had not inclined or willing to take her there
a
second time.  She had insisted on wearing her collar for long periods of
time,
even walking on the beach near the castle wearing it.  She had not seen
Flounder, but she had seen Sebastian.  She had thought he might be angry
at
her, perhaps hold her in lower esteem, but he seemed as friendly as
ever.
Grimbsy as well had been his usual friendly but reserved self, never
letting
on from his behavior that he had seen her bound and kneeling on the
floor of
Eric's dungeon.  Only the leather collar which she wore constantly told
her
that the scene in the dungeon had ever happened at all.
        Eric was in the bedroom when she got back from her walk along
the
beach.  She wondered why she had not seen Flounder, nor her father, nor
in fact
anyone who had not been in some way involved with the events in the
dungeon. 
He was sitting on a velvet chair in the bedroom, smiling in the same way
he
had smiled at her down below.
        "Morning," he said, and she recognized the tone in his voice. 
Yes, it
was time.
        "It's good that you already have your collar on," he said. 
Ariel's
hand crept to the leather collar around her neck, playing briefly with
the 
ring embedded in the front of it.  He arose, embraced her, and took her
hands.
As he kissed her she felt him secure cold metal cuffs around her wrists,
and
when he broke the kiss and moved away from her, her wrists were firmly
but
comfortably locked together.
        He snapped a leash onto the front ring of Ariel's collar.  Then
he
opened the hidden door within the royal bedchamber and led her down into
the
dungeon.  The door at the bottom slammed shut and locked.  Ariel jumped
at
the sound.      "Nervous, are you?"
        Ariel bowed her head.  She had tried to think about what he
would want
from her, and physical signs of submission seemed to be a good idea.  
        "Somewhat, Master," she said, her clear alto voice the same one
that
had serenaded him on the beach two weeks ago.  She wondered what he was
going
to do with her.  She had enjoyed the floating experience of last week,
but
had no desire to allow Sebastian the crab to punish her in order to get
to it.
Her nipples were still sore from the ordeal the crab had inflicted on
her as
punishment for the chaotic three days before her marriage to Eric.  
        "I have something special for you," he said.  He undressed her
quickly,
letting her wide, long skirt flutter to the floor, removing her blouse
and
then carefully removing it one sleeve at a time, unlocking her wrists
only
for a short time while he did.  
        Ariel stood naked except for her collar and cuffs, wondering
what it
was he had in mind.  He then wordlessly led her over to a long table
which
was tilted at a forty-five degree angle.  Eric unlocked her wrists and
gestured to it.
        "Get on that, slave," he said peremptorily.
        Ariel obeyed, wondering if she should speak.  She decided not
to. 
Quickly, Eric secured her wrists over her head.  The table was smooth,
polished black stone.  There was a small pillow for her head, which was
somehow attached.  Ariel could feel some of her weight on her wrists,
but it
was not enough to hurt.  
        "What are you going to do to me, Master?" she asked curiously. 
She
flinched as much as she could after she said it.  Would it anger him?
She realized how defenseless she was, and hoped madly he would not be
angry.
        "You'll find out," he grunted, and fastened the leather
blindfold
around her eyes.  "Now be silent, and don't move unless you are told
to."
        Ariel could not figure out what for the life of her was
happening. 
First he covered her legs with something that felt foamy and sticky. 
Then she
could feel him sliding something over her legs and crotch.  It was hard
and
cold, and she realized with a shock that whatever it was was removing
her red
pubic hair.
        "Don't move," he said calmly.  "I mean that, Ariel.  Don't move
an
inch.  I don't want to cut you.  That's the maid's fetish.  Bet you
didn't
know that when she bathed you."  He chuckled.
        Ariel didn't move, for she did not want to be cut, but inside
she was
aghast.  That nice old lady?  The very same one who had bathed her and
served
dinner when she had combed her hair with the fork and blown Grimsby's
snarfblatt ash all over him?  She could hardly believe it.  She would
never
be able to look at the maid in the same way again.
        Then again, that was precisely what she had thought about
Grimsby and
Sebastian the last time.
        "May I speak, Master?" she asked quietly.  She knew she would
probably 
be punished somehow for talking, but she had to ask this question.
        "Sure," he said, his voice sounding somehow sarcastic.  "Go
ahead and
speak, slave."
        "Is that maid...does she...do anything else?"   He stopped
shaving her
for a moment;  he was laughing heartily.  "Good Lord!  What you don't
know! 
She's...well..."  He continued laughing.  "Ariel, you really don't mean
to
tell me you never...,"  he trailed off, laughing too hard to speak. 
When he
had caught his breath again, he continued.
        "Ariel, don't tell me that the mer-people don't have homosexuals
and
lesbians."  
        Ariel was shocked and flushed a deep red.  Yes, the mer-people
had a
small portion of mermen who loved mermen and mermaids who loved other
mermaids.  Triton had regarded them an outrage and officially banned it
throughout the kingdom.  Some of the mer-people who felt this way
practiced
their activity in secret.  Others came out openly and protested against
Triton's policies.  This had given rise to a new phrase in mer-speak:
"coming out from under the shell."  Ariel had always wondered just how
her
father could enforce such cruel policies against loyal merfolk who were
engaging in acts that didn't hurt anyone else in the privacy of their
own
homes, but she had learned that her father was, in some ways, a diehard
old-fashioned hater.  Hater of humans.  Hater of those "out of" and
still
"under the shell".  
        Hater of her, now?
        It did not matter;  she had asserted herself and he had, to his
credit,
changed.  She had not seen him since her wedding, but that was not out
of
hatred towards Eric;  instead, there were great problems in the kingdom
under
the sea--the mer-gays were insisting on their rights as loyal subjects,
a
financial crisis was looming over the fact that oyster pearls were
losing
value swiftly since Eric's kingdom had agreed, at Ariel's request, to
begin
phasing out fishing that was not necessary for economic survival.
        "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, freezing and then belatedly
adding "Master."
        "Two reasons," he said, delivering a sharp slap to her thigh for
talking without permission.  "One, you might not have been friendly
towards
her if you knew, because I didn't really know you before she gave you a
bath.
Two, she regards her preferences as her business.  And I don't really
care."
        Ariel wondered if other mer-people would want to emigrate if
they
heard of the policies in Eric's realm.
        Eric returned to shaving her, being slow and gentle so as not to
cut
her.  As he did, he talked.
        "You see, I run this kingdom fairly.  Whether or not one of my
staff
prefers members of their own sex is irrelevant.  As long as she does the
job
I ask of her, what she does on her own time is not my concern."
        He had finished shaving her legs and began to concentrate on her
crotch.  He was speaking slower now, his words fading and rising as he
worked.
        "That doesn't mean they can do anything they want, now.  I have
a law
in this kingdom.  Anything that takes place in private between
consenting
adults is legal and exempt from royal censure.  It's only when it
involves
real abuse or children that the Kingdom takes an interest."
        Ariel wondered silently just why it was her father could not
simply
pass a law like that under the sea and solve the whole problem in a
snap.
        Eric was done shaving her.  He rinsed her legs off with water,
and
then slid something over her legs.  It was made of leather or
something.  
When he laced it up, she discovered it was taut, covered her feet and
reached up
to her waist, and had two thick protuberances which invaded her fore and
aft. 
She gasped.  
        "Like it?  But wait, there's more!"  He sounded cruelly jovial,
and she
could tell that he was walking away.  
        He returned with a heavier garment made of leather.  When he
slid this
on, Ariel could not move her legs at all, even though she had tried and
there was little wiggle room in the first restraint.  He had to coat the
first one with oil to slide the second one on.  When it, too, reached up
to
her waist, he smiled, pleased with his effort.  Then she felt a waist
belt
slide around her middle and lock.
        Eric unlocked her from the table and carried her over to another
one,
leaving her hands free.  He placed her on another table.  Suddenly she
realized there was something familiar about this feeling.  Oh no.  The
sudden
realization even made her unaware of the double plugs which were
pressing
inexorably into her.
        Eric took off the blindfold and let her see herself.  
        She was lying on a table over a pool set into the floor.  Her
lower
body was clad in a green leather mermaid fin.  Her legs were completely
encased in it.  She was speechless.  There were even scales
hand-embossed into
the leather.  In shock she moved her fingers across them.  She could not
even
feel her legs.  There was absolutely no evidence she even had them.
        "Master...please....," she finally managed.  How could he do
this? 
Didn't he know what she had gone through?  How could on earth could he
do
this?
        "You know your safeword, slave," he said mildly, and looked at
her.
When no answer was forthcoming, he stepped on a hidden tripswitch and
Ariel
slid into the water.
        "Now, mermaid slave, swim for me."
        Ariel could only beat her fin enough to keep her face out of the
water.
The pool was long enough where she could conceivably swim a fair
distance.
Why hadn't she seen this before, she wondered?  Then the answer came
looking
about her.  This was in a darker section of the dungeon, and she had
been
blindfolded for a fair portion of  her last visit here.
        "Do it!"  He stalked away to a cabinet and came back with a long
whip.
Ariel tried to stand, but her feet were forced by the leather fin into
an
extreme version of the high-heel position and she could not stand in the
pool.
Eric flicked the whip and suddenly a fiery handprint came into being on
her
back, just above the heavy leather of the fin.
        Ariel began to swim, feeling on the brink of tears.  It was hard 
because the plugs kept interfering with her flipping and she could not
swim 
underwater.  She could feel her jaw trembling, and bit the tears back. 
She 
did not want to cry.
        As Ariel obeyed her master, swimming back and forth in the pool,
she 
felt herself grow wet in front.  The aft one had been well lubricated,
and she
felt herself responding to both as they pulled and slid.  Eric paced
back and
forth along the pool's edge, striking her occasionally with the whip. 
Ariel's
mind began to drift and she let herself respond to the plugs and the
whip.  
She only barely heard herself moaning in pleasure.  Eventually, she
came.
        She came back into herself, lying next to the pool, wet and
dripping.
 She was lying on her back.  Eric was crouched over her, concerned.  
        "Are you all right?" he asked.
        She smiled, feeling the aft plug press harder since she was on
her 
back.  "Yes, Master, I'm fine," she said slowly and dreamily.  "Why did
you 
stop?"
        "You slipped in the water and had trouble coming up."  
        Then she noticed that he was also wet and dripping.  "Did
you...,"
        "I got you out, yes."
She was comforted by the knowledge that he had done this.  She had given
him 
herself, and she was gladdened to know that he would risk himself to
save her.
        She felt him sliding the fin off of her and almost cried out to
feel 
it leave;  the very fin which not long ago she had been horrified to
see.   
Then he crouched over her and stroked her wet red hair away from her
brow.
        "Do you want to continue?"
She smiled lazily up at him.  "I didn't safeword, now, did I, Master?"
        A devilish grin spread across his face.  "Very well, then."
        He brought a wooden X-frame over and affixed her wrists and
ankles to 
it.  It did not seem to weigh much as he brought it over without a grunt
or 
any sign of strain.  After he had done this, he placed Ariel in it in
the 
water.
        Ariel was surprised.  The water was warm, and she was not 
uncomfortable, but it was odd.  She was floating almost completely
submersed 
in the water except for her head, which was cushioned.  She could
observe her 
spread-eagled, nude body under water.  
        She turned and looked at him with her blue eyes, surprise making
them 
even bigger than their usual saucer size.  "Master, what are you doing
to me?"
        Once he was satisfied that she was safely secured, he leaped out
of 
the water and pulled a hidden rope in the shadows.
        "Oh, it's not what _I_'m going to do to you, pretty slave."
        Ariel saw a portion of the pool at the end slide up, revealing a 
hidden panel.  There was a watery tunnel behind it.  And in swam a
fish--but 
not just any fish.  It was a young fish, yellow, with blue tiger
stripes.
        "Flounder!" she cried, her eyes growing even larger with shock.
        "Glad to know you didn't forget me," Flounder answered with a
smirk 
she had never seen on him before.  "Course, things are going to be a
little 
different from what they were.  You're not in charge anymore."
        Ariel remembered her ordeal with Sebastian. 
"Flounder--please--"
        Flounder swam up boldly between her parted and bound legs.  "Aw,
don't
 worry, Ariel.  I'm not gonna hurt you."  
        She tensed against her bonds, but that was useless;  both the
bonds 
and the frame were too strong.   Flounder poked out his fishy tongue and
began
to poke at her captive labia.  Ariel shrieked.  No one had ever done
this to 
her before;  she had never even dreamed of a fish doing it to her.  Eric
sat 
at the edge of the pool, grinning.  "Quiet down, slave.  It won't kill
you."
        Flounder's lips and tongue pulled hungrily at her center.  Ariel 
realized she was enjoying the sensations despite herself.  It was only
the 
idea, she told herself, the idea of doing it with a fish.  And Flounder
of 
all fish....
        Ariel took a deep breath.  She could see in Eric's face that he 
wanted her to do this, and she did not want to disappoint him.  Flounder
was 
not hurting her, and she was helpless anyway.  So she mustered all her 
self-control and made herself relax and tried to accept it.  
        Flounder was not very skilled at first, but he was a quick
learner 
and slowly but surely brought Ariel to a state of passionate
excitement.  Yet 
he would not finish the job, instead keeping Ariel dancing just on the
edge 
of orgasm.   
        "Please...oh, please....," she begged incoherently.  Flounder
grinned 
up at her.
        "I don't know...," he said in his young, high-pitched
teenagerfish 
voice.  "You almost got me eaten by sharks....,"
        "I'm sorry,...please, Flounder....,"
        "And you made me be your limousine out to the boat, and got me
in 
trouble with your father, and...,"  he pulled away slightly.
        "PLEASE," Ariel gasped, unable to think of better ways to beg. 
"I'll 
die if you don't."
        "No, you won't."  The young fish sounded sadistically pleased.
        This torment continued for a few more minutes, Ariel fighting 
uselessly at her bonds and allowing the fish to strike her thighs with
his 
(in truth, rather puny and not fearful) tail.   Then Eric made a motion
with 
his hand, and Flounder finished what he had started.  Ariel came
extremely 
hard;  she thought her very ears pressed inwards.       
        Afterwards, Eric took her off the frame, out of the pool and up
to the
royal bedchamber after bidding Flounder farewell.  Ariel felt extremely 
submissive as she lay with Eric in the bed, realizing that he had,
throughout 
the time in the dungeon, been able to control when she came, and been
able to 
make her enjoy her own submission.  
        He insisted on removing Ariel's collar after it had been in the
water, 
explaining that leather might shrink and he did not want anything to
happen to
her.
        After a time she asked if he would mind if she went for a walk
on the 
beach.  He shook his head.  She dressed and left, sitting on the sandy
beach 
near the castle at the edge of the shore, listening to the waves beat
against 
the sand.
        Suddenly there was a great rush of bubbles and her father, King 
Triton, who loved her dearly, rose up out of the water.  Ariel wondered 
briefly what he would say if he knew just what Eric was doing with her.
        "Hello, sweetheart," he said kindly, his beard curving up into a 
smile.
        "Hi, daddy," she replied, smiling.  The wind blew her hair back
from 
her brow.  "How are things down there?"
        Triton groaned and gestured with his trident.  "Oh, extremely
busy.  
The merchants are hollering because the pearls are losing value by the
day.   
Sebastian is still pressing his application for a medal and a pension
owing 
to the three days with you, those...those...gay merfolk are daily
protesting 
and more are coming out from under the shell every day, and your sister 
Andrina..."  He sighed.  "Your sister Andrina...has just joined them. "  
He shuddered.  "I wonder what it was I did wrong."
        Ariel rolled up her skirt and took off her shoes, and then waded
into 
the sea next to her father.  She embraced him.
        "Daddy, you didn't do anything wrong."
        "Ariel, it's just wrong!"  His voice shook.
        "Daddy,..."  She kissed him on the cheek.  She had always
wondered 
idly if it was true about Andrina.  She had never cared one way or the
other, 
and she was proud to hear that Andrina was accepting herself the way she
was, 
but she was somewhat hurt that Andrina had not said anything to her. 
"You 
didn't do anything wrong.  Andrina's not a bad person."  He glanced at
her 
disbelievingly.  "She's just...different."
        He sighed and shrugged his mighty shoulders.  "Ariel, you don't 
understand.  I was raised in a different age.   I was always taught that
it 
was a moral abomination."
        Ariel smiled.  She knew she had him now.  "Just like wanting to
be 
human was a moral abomination?"
        Triton opened his mouth.  He closed it again.  He seemed to be 
thinking.
        "Ariel,..." he said, trailing off into silence.
        Ariel gave him a smile of infinite patience.  She had gotten a
foot 
in the door of his mind, as she alone had been able to do all her life.  
"Daddy, I know it's hard to fathom for you, but Andrina is your
daughter, and 
she's not a monster, she's a mer-person just like you.  I know you don't 
understand it, but you don't just try to destroy things you don't
understand, 
you have to try to learn how to understand them! That's how you grow as
a merman, daddy."
        Triton frowned at her, his large brow wrinkling at her.
But there was a light in his eyes that spoke of past fights and wishes
to reconcile, the same light that she had barely seen when he destroyed
her collection of human things. "Have you been learning all these new
ideas on land, young lady? Are you so much better now that you are
human?"
        Ariel wanted to retort to the comment, but she had planted the
seed in
his mind and did not want to screw it up simpy because of a personal
slight.
That would be unfair to Andrina, the gay merfolk population....but
mostly to 
herself, and to the new self-exploration she was undertaking as Eric's
slave.
        "No, daddy, humans are far from perfect," she said. "But they
can
try. And so can you. That's all anyone can ask."

                The End