Once upon a time, when magic was everywhere and wishes still came true, there was a tribe of women of such distinguished beauty and insatiable lust, that the sun itself stared open-mouthed at them, and the corals turned their heads to listen to their sinful moaning. And because they seldom were seen in anything resembling clothing, they were known in the hearts of all as the nudist sea nymphs, though perhaps other names would have fit.

But this could not have been so very long ago at all, for this was a time of oil wells and cellular phones and buxom lifeguards in bikinis far too small for them, who would sometimes disappear into the ocean never to be seen again.

When the nymphs took a woman, there was nothing to be done of it, or so the stories go. The fire in her loins would not be quenched and she was lost to virtue. She might be caught out of the corner of an eye, engaged in the sluttiest of sexual acts, lustfully swallowing enough cum that was deposited into several women's pussies to fill a large swimming pool, or sitting on the rocks, licking mouthfuls of her own juices off her fingers while tourists with cocks the size of tree trunks walked by, terribly aroused but seemingly unaware as to why.

This was also was about the time that managers of the McKinley oil and fishing company began to hear tales of a vixen named Lena and her nymphs, who were disrupting business in a most un-courteous way. Orgies! Massive orgies that left everyone incapable of work for many days. Engineers dropped their fancy tools and went to work on the nymphs instead. For hours and hours, they would fuck, cocks refusing to go limp for as long as there were lovely nymph breasts to be fondled. Hands, lips and tongues all became sex toy to help the job along. When the screwing stopped, every female on board would just walk off into the ocean, as though dragged by the clit. And so, the oil rigs and the tankers and the fishing boats were always understaffed at the sort of jobs women held: communications, food service, secretarial jobs, boring stuff they really ought not to have troubled themselves with in the first place.

No matter how noble, the women would go, and no matter how frigid, the passions would tremble through them and they would shed their clothing like old skin and dive in head-first to be consumed by the sea. The very waters clutched at their breasts and groins as they swam, their passion warming them against chill of that they had left behind.

And from corporate headquarters, men did come. Men carrying guns, for this was also a time of warheads, hand grenades and automatic weapons, a time of modern warfare.

And they were all men, for women were not to be trusted on a mission such as this. All were dressed in black, with the letters "S.W.A.T." across their broad chests and strong shoulders. Guns erupted. Bullets penetrated, tore flesh and dug deeper, making the blood trickle and then flow freely, destroying lust and beauty and restoring order and peace to the country and the economy. But was that really right?

Now, you might think this is a tale of feminism, of the power of lust to change lives, or a testimony to the sacrament of nature, but you would be as much wrong as right, for this is a story of the sea nymphs. It is a story of their lusty sins, of catastrophic climaxes, of sinister kisses and dark desires, a story of naughty words that troubled the lips of once innocent maidens. This is the tale of Lena who led a war, fought with lust, of Jasmine, who liked to fuck on her back with her legs thrown high above her. This is the tale of Chastity, who fought without success against her transformation.

But before I can truly begin the tale, there is one more thing that I ought not forget to mention, and it is that a sea nymph is a very different creature from a mermaid or a siren, and is neither destined to sacrifice herself for virtue nor to lull unwitting souls to watery death. When Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection he thought it a nymph staring up at him from the water. So keep that in the corner of your mind while your cocks swell and your pussies moisten, and gaze carefully at your own reflection.

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Chastity was not a princess in the strictest sense of the word, nor was she a miller's daughter, nor an old beggar women, but still, the cool sea breeze insisted on blowing through her brown hair as her own little fairy tale lunged forward, restlessly gasping, practically begging to be told. It was already growing dark on the little beach where she stood looking out to sea. The golden orb of the sun had already fallen below the horizon, but there was still plenty useless time ahead of her. It would be hours before the water receded enough for her to venture to the tide pools. She was here on a summer research program in marine biology, sponsored by the McKinley Company as part of an effort to prove that, contrary to widespread belief, oil spills are good for the environment, a veritable tribute to unbiased corporate interest in public science.

The weather has become quite chilly and the wind seemed to blow right through Chastity's flesh, chilling her to the bones, completely ignoring her tight blue jeans and preppy fur-trimmed leather jacket.

What was she doing here, gazing off into the ocean as though searching for something beyond the horizon? She could be back at the hostel, going through her notes, or snuggled up in her soft pink blankets catching some extra z's before a night of field work, instead of standing here, staring into the endless expanse before her.

But she knew it was no good. She had to be here, with the water flowing around her ankles, threatening to snake into her rubber boots. She had to keep watching the waves as they rose and swelled and crashed against the shore. She couldn't tear herself away for the world.

But it really was very cold, and she felt like she ought to eat something. Her body hadn't forgotten hunger in her fear and misery. There was the little hamburger shack a short way inland where she usually ate, and it was positively buzzing with business. She could order herself hot tea and a burger with extra fries, sit herself down and take her time eating. She would still be able to see the ocean from her table. She could see it over the heads of other people. She didn't have to feel alone. Wasn't she just making things more difficult for herself by keeping alone? She should not act like the woman who lived next door to her father, the one who never left home and talked to cats for company. And she really ought to eat something!

She had to admit to herself that Alia was really gone. That she had, in fact, gone mad only two days ago, seduced the officer who was guarding her room, engaged in every kind of degrading sexual act with him, and then made off completely naked in a stolen car, which she drove off the pier into the ocean not far from where Chastity now stood. They sent divers to look for the car, but it was never found. It must have been carried to the depths of the sea by the offshore current.

No, she could not go back to the hamburger shack where she had met Alia, the owner's daughter who had taken her order and delivered it to her table. Not while she still suffered from the terrible illusions. Alia, yelling that she had been gang-raped by women. Alia, ripping off her veil and hospital gown and screaming for help, Alia with the needle in her arm, her brain fogging over as the sedative began to spread through her bloodstream, Alia with her hands between her legs calling the guard to her like a siren, and then bouncing up and down on his cock as though it were a ride at the kiddy carnival.

Not that Chastity had been around for most of that. It was all the gossip that had spread like a plague, tarnishing the reputation of a modest and well-respected young woman. Alia had seemed so beautiful, her hair hidden beneath her jibab headdress. The way the headdress framed her face made her skin seem to glow, as though it had the power to capture the light around it. She was so elegant and regal, the way she stood and walked to Chastity's table. It sent a shiver through Chastity's body to think about it. It was a dark and sinful feeling, accompanied by an awkward tingling in her nether regions that left her feeling breathless and very, very dirty. But what was it? Lust?

She wouldn't let herself answer that. Too much depended on the answer to that question. She couldn't let herself be branded a lesbian. She went to an all-girls' college, she could be expelled.

No, she wouldn't be getting anything to eat at the little hamburger shack, better to forget it all together, to stop acting like a fool and get the hell out of the water. Whoever Alia was to her, she was dead and good riddance. Better to have her buried at sea, to have her gone, away. Far, far away from her.

She was here to study sea life, to probe at sea anemones and gather starfish, like she had done since she was a little girl. Biology was her hobby, something to study before settling down and becoming some man's wife. Was it so wrong for her to be staring at the sea? Perhaps she was subconsciously learning something about the marine environment and the flow of the tides. No need at all to pay attention to that terrible sensation of heat, to the juices that were flowing down her legs. Maybe tomorrow morning, she'd go into town and buy herself an anti-yeast infection ointment, and then the heat and the juices would be gone for good. Wasn't that what they said on those TV infomercials?

She took a step towards the shore. There was a taco stand that she could go to. That ought to kill some time before the low tide. She'd just close her eyes while she passed the hamburger shack, like she did when she had to walk past the open casket at her grandmother's funeral. She could walk right on by without worrying. She wouldn't consider for the hundredth time what it must have felt like for Alia to be raped by women, what would it have been like to feel another women's mouth on hers, to feel the unwanted touch on her most sensitive regions, to feel the horrible abandonment of not being able to do anything to change her circumstances. Was it even possible? Chastity had thought all rapists were men. Surely no woman could do such a thing! Alia must have gone mad.

She took another step, keeping her legs pressed together. "Out of the water, out of the water. I'm not going to dive in to my death. I have too much to live for. Forget Alia, forget her. She didn't even exist in the first place. Forget the light on her face, forget the hysteria, the death so passionate it could only belong in an Edgar Alan Poe poem. Forget the waves consuming her body. Forget the stains of cum on her hospital bed."

She's gone, and it is to be as though she never existed in the first place.

The taco stand was nearly abandoned. Alia's death had given the nearby hamburger place a morbid thrill that sent tourists scuttling to shell out money for an overcooked patty on a slightly sandy bun. The cook made several passes at her, which she excepted gracefully. He was far too poor to be date material, but his compliments made her feel very beautiful and feminine and she had a very hard time convincing herself not to give him her phone number. But good Catholic women didn't do things like that!

She ate her food and left, taking her equipment with her. She had a thick pair of gloves and a set of flasks and plastic trays for water and specimen samples. She was walking the short distance to the tide pools when she heard a noise, and couldn't help but look towards the water.

It was incredible!

A woman with long black hair was riding naked on the back of a dolphin. Her body arched back in ecstasy, clutching oh so exquisitely at her bare breasts. How incredibly dream-like! Dolphins didn't usually come this far inland. Not to mention the rider! It was like an erotic, black-haired version of the birth of Venus. The woman's hair fell around her face like a veil, and Chastity recognized her to be Alia, who winked and blew her a merry kiss.

Chastity felt a uncontrollable urge to call out to her, but the moment Chastity began to say the name, the vision was gone, vanished back into the sea.

Chastity shook her head. She had to get more sleep if she was beginning to see things. It must be the stress. She's been getting this way after her grandmother's passing.

She walked on towards the tide pools. A couple was lying intertwined on the beach. Chastity could tell by the noises that they were making love. She had to step into the water to get around them, as she tried not to think about what they were doing.

The woman seemed to look up at her as she passed, and Chastity could almost swear she licked her lips. Chastity quickened her pace. Why did everyone think that sex on the beach was so romantic? It was disgusting! Think of all that sand! She could almost feel it wedging into her pussy, rubbing her raw as she walked.

There were other people, three of them sitting among the rocks of the tide pool. She could see that much a distance. There were a few of other girls in this town from other colleges, who were also sent here on a desperate mission to prove the long-term environmental benefits of offshore drilling. Perhaps they had chosen the same night as her to examine tide pool life.

Wait a minute! It was hard to tell by the moonlight, but they seemed to be naked! On my word! They were! Chastity caught a glimpse of a nipple as she moved closer.

What was this some sorority's rite of passage? Or were these pagans, out to celebrate some terrible fertility rite? People like that ought to be shot, she had thought once or twice before her conscience caught up to her.

She saw a woman with long, blond hair pull a tendril off a sea anemone and begin rubbing it around her nipples.

Chastity winced. All nideria have stingers as a mechanism for self defense and to help capture prey. That's why Chastity had the gloves, so she could handle the plant-like creatures without getting stung.

She could feel her own nipples begin to tingle and harden and the burning in her loins grew stronger. She couldn't watch this. It was sinful, and yet she couldn't tear herself away. Look away, look at anything else, even the sea, just don't look at that sinful woman, she told herself, her heart pounding. But her neck muscles refused to be an instrument of her will. Instead, she came closer.

The naked blond women's eyes rolled back and she let out a slutty cry, moving her legs apart so that Chastity could see all the way into her, so that she could see the juices that flowed freely from the woman's aroused body.

Why was she doing something rubbing the sea anemone against her nipple? Was it true that some women liked the feeling of pain? Chastity had heard of fetishes, had even seen pictures of women with nipple clamps on the covers of dirty magazines at the seedy little convenience store, where her brother liked to go to buy cigarettes.

A second woman, a redhead, moved closer to her friend and, placing her head between her open legs, drove her tongue deep inside the other woman's pussy.

Chastity took a step back and braced herself. She could hardly believe what was going on in front of her. It was so vile, yet so sublime. Her loins burned like crazy. Oh, she wished she had the ointment now! What she wouldn't do to spread it across her fingers and apply it to the affected area, the part of her body that corresponded to the region between the blond women's legs that was being so expertly eaten by redhead.

The third woman clutched at the blond women's breasts, rubbing her bare cunt against the woman's back.

Oh, it was too much! Far too much! She ought not be watching this. She ought to leave. So what if she missed a day of observation? She couldn't stand the fire in her loins. Oh, why wouldn't it go away?

Would anyone marry her after the sight that she had just witnessed? Oh! And why, even now, could she not control herself? Why didn't she look away. Why did the passionate kisses make her lips ache to be touched? Why did it seem as though she could feel every sensation, every little pressure of lips against skin?

Oh, why did they torment her by fencing with their tongues? Couldn't they see how disgusting it was? Why did they have to clutch so at their breasts and nipples? Why did the juices flow from their pussies? It was too terrible.

She found her own hand reaching into her pants, rubbing herself though her white cotton undies, but then tore her hand away as though it were on fire. Her pussy ached and begged her to continue stroking it.

The moaning began to grow louder, and Chastity realized that the sinister women had made a circle so they could all lick at each other at once.

All at once, Chastity tore herself away and ran. She ran as though her life depended on it. And all the time she thought, "raped by three women, raped by three women."

It still pounded in her head as she climbed the stairs of the youth hostel. Her legs felt like they were made out of rubber and she could hardly move them, even as they carried her onward.

"I could use a day off," Chastity told herself. "I deserve a day off," she told herself as she stripped off her pants and folded them on a nearby chair. "I've lost a friend, and in such an awful manner, insanity." She hung up her coat and stripped off her shirt and bra, extricating her white night gown out from underneath the pillow of her carefully made bed and throwing it on over head. Only when she was completely covered did she remove her cotton panties.

They were all wet and smelled funny. It must be a yeast infection! She really would have to go to the drug store tomorrow and pick up an ointment. She wrote a little discrete reminder on the note pad by her bed (YI drugstore buy cream) and changed into a clean pair of underwear. It wouldn't do not to have them. There were men at this hostel. And what if there was a fire in the middle of the night and she had to run outside?

Chastity pulled the covers back and crawled into bed, picking up her book and reading glasses from the bedside table.

She was reading a paperback novel called "Lusting for Baby," in which the barren protagonist was having feverish sex with her husband of three years in order to fulfill her lifetime dream of becoming a mother. The man had climbed on top of his wife, put his "thing" in her and was thrusting in and out, grunting softly as his wife moaned in satisfaction.

Chastity spread her legs apart ever so slightly. She would not push back the sheets. She would not touch herself where only her future husband could touch her. It was sinful.

She threw the book against the wall. Why the devil was she reading such filth? She really must be a pervert.

She heard the door begin to open and sat up straight. How did she forget to lock the door? Someone could come in and rape her, and it would be all her fault. She ought to be more observant.

Chastity shot up and crossed herself. It was the blond-haired woman! The one from the tide pools, who then had another woman's head between her legs.

And the slut stood in her bedroom, completely naked!

Chastity clutched her blanket over her breast, as though it were a man that had walked in on her.

"What in heaven's name are you doing here? Get away!" Chastity said, in as even a voice as she could muster. "This is my room, I don't recall inviting you. And it's very rude for you to be so very naked," she added.

The woman laughed.

"Why should I leave? I can smell your horniness from here. Don't you want me to come and do something about it? I can take you away from this shithole to some place where you can actually do something with your life."

Chastity gasped. The whore had said a dirty word. She must be a terrible, terrible woman.
"No, go away, I want nothing from you," Chastity nearly screamed. "I'm not the kind of woman you expect me to be. Get away, leave me to my bed. It's bad enough you scared me away from my research tonight, you don't have to keep following me like some sort of stalker. If you don't go right now, I'm going to call the police."

The woman laughed and laughed, and Chastity grew angry.

"Go away right now and never ever come back!" Chastity cried.

"You crack me up," the woman said, extending her hand. Completely despite herself, Chastity shook it as though it were normal to make acquaintance of naked women in one's bedroom.

The sounds of a spring mattress creaking upstairs started, and Chastity blushed and clutched the bed sheet tighter, dropping the woman's hand as though it were a poisonous snake.

"Call me Lena," the woman said, looking Chastity in the eyes as though they were having a staring contest. "I am a collector of beautiful and talented women. And I've come to collect you."

"You can't have me!" Chastity exclaimed, taking a step back towards the window. "I won't be part of any collection. I'm a woman of virtue."

Lena stepped forward and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her tongue slid into her, teasing Chastity's mouth open and dancing around inside, meeting her partner's tongue and coaxing it to life. Quite despite herself, Chastity moaned. It felt so good, so wonderful. How could it be so wrong? She felt like this was what she always needed, always wanted.

But no, it was wrong. It was very, very wrong.

Chastity kneed Lena in the groin and took another step backward so that her body was pressed against the window.

"I'm not going to give in to you!" she exclaimed. "I'm not."

"You're just making things difficult for yourself. What do you really have that's so wonderful? You're going to come with me eventually, whether you want to or not, so I think you'd better just give in before you get yourself in trouble."

She walked forward so that her hard nipples brushed across the mound of Chastity's breasts, making Chastity's nipples instantly harden.

Chastity back-elbowed the glass, causing it to shatter around her ankles, reflecting her face beautifully. But she didn't look down, so she didn't notice. She sprang out the window like a wild woman, landing on the metal fire escape, which she quickly descended, jumping the last six feet and sprinting towards the ocean.

Lena just looked down and laughed, and then she shook her head and picked up the romance novel Chastity had been reading. She sat on the bed and spread her legs far apart and began fingering her own clit as she read about the horny couple trying to make a baby.

Chastity was out of breath when she made it to the sea. It was already too late to visit the tide pools. The sea was creeping closer and closer. She ought to be careful.

What should she do now? She couldn't go back to the hostel. The idea was preposterous. And in her hurry to get away, she hadn't thought to bring her wallet. With Alia gone, she didn't really have any friends. Maybe she should go to the police.

And tell them what? That a naked woman walked into her bedroom and tried to rape and kidnap her? Didn't Alia say something similar to the police before they had her hospitalized and sedated? Trying to get help would be a sure trip to the loony bin!

Chastity moved to look back at the sea and felt the tears welling in her eyes. "Oh, what should I do?" she asked no one in particular.

She half expected to see the woman on the dolphin again, to see her look up at her and wink like she had before and tell her everything was going to be all right. But the woman on the dolphin did not appear. Chastity strained her eyes real hard, but still nothing. She concentrated, tried to visualize it, to create the shape of the woman out of the air. But nothing happened.

That was the problem with being crazy. You couldn't make it happen at will. She fell into the sand and wanted to sleep. But she knew she had to get away from the water. The tide was coming in. It was dangerous to sleep so nearby. She could drown before she even woke up. It took only a few inches of water for a sleeping person to drown, after all.

Slowly but surely, she carried her body inland towards the hamburger shack. And then, she suddenly collapsed and didn't wake until morning.

It was Alia's father that nudged her awake in the morning, and when she saw him, Chastity nearly broke into tears. She had to resist the urge to hug him.

Nearby, a tall black woman sat, wearing nothing but gold chains and a large green emerald pendant. She was eating a hamburger and looked down at Chastity as though she were an amusing curiosity, or maybe it was as though she had just noticed that she had stepped in dog doo. It was sort of hard to tell the difference.

She jerked her head and said simply, "Persephone."

"Is that her name?" Chastity wondered. She nodded amiably and tried to look away, but found herself mesmerized. Persephone, if that's what her name was, had breasts the size of water balloons. It was hard to believe they were real.

Chastity stood up and closed her mouth. She hadn't realized that it had been hanging open. What was her friend's father doing, letting such a woman eat at his restaurant, even if she was a paying customer? What of his sense of propriety?

"Lena said you met Maria and Jasmine last night," Persephone said, between big bites of her hamburger. "So I thought I ought to introduce myself."

"Go away!" Chastity spat. She wanted to scream. Raped by three women, raped by three women!

She ran. Her feet were moving by themselves, almost ignoring her brain entirely. She had to get away, she just had to get away from here. She had to get these women to leave her alone. Maybe if she went home, they would let her be.

She thought of the little suburb where she had been born and raised. She thought of sleeping in her old princess canopy bed. Yes! She had to go. She had to run.

She bumped into the black-haired woman she'd seen by the tide pools last night. Startled, she nearly scratched the woman's eyes out, but the stranger caught her hands.

"That's why I don't like the McKinley bitches. They're so damn coy. Reminds me of how I used to be," the woman spoke, still not dropping Chastity's wrists. "Come with me, little princess. I promise to make everything better."

Chastity kicked the woman really hard in the groin. She didn't have balls, so it wasn't as effective as it would be if she had been a man, but it still hurt, and the black-haired woman dropped her hands. Chastity ran.

"Bitch!" the woman spat. "Why the hell do you have to make it so difficult for yourself? You know you're going to give in sooner or later!"

"Relax," Chastity heard another voice say mildly and her feet buckled underneath her. She fell to the ground. Her heart still raced and her panted to catch her breath, but her mind was unusually calm and clear.

Lena knelt down beside her and offered Chastity her hand, which she took despite herself.

"I'm sorry I treated you so badly last night. You were so aroused, I had trouble controlling myself. It's been a while since I courted a woman such as yourself."

"No. You're the women who attacked Alia! I know you are. She said told the police that she had been raped by three women."

"And I suppose you're claiming that the two of you are completely alike."

"I never said that!" Chastity protested. "You're just trying to skirt the issue."

"Ugh. More sex, less talk!" Jasmine complained, finally catching up with them. "Shall I just eat her pussy till she comes and have it done with?"

"Oh, go grab a dildo and fuck yourself with it," Lena replied off-handedly. "There's no reason for you to be such a bitch."

"Do you have to keep swearing? It makes me very uncomfortable," Chastity said politely.

"Sorry dear, we fuck like whores and we swear like ones. I'm afraid it's part of being a sea nymph."

"A sea... nymph..." Chastity said her eyes narrowing. "Oh. I see, you all come from a magical kingdom under the sea."

Lena and Jasmine shrugged. "Well, sort of."

"You're nuts! I'm getting out of here."

"Wait," she heard a voice behind her call, and she stopped and turned, her heart pounding. She could hardly believe her ears.

"Alia!" she gasped. For the woman was Alia, not how she had been when she had worked at the hamburger shack, with her hair hidden, in conservative clothing that had seemed so burdensome in the summer heat, but Alia as she had spied her yesterday, naked, with her hair unbound, her body moving as though she was well acquainted with pleasure.

"Alia!" Chastity cried again, tears actually beginning to roll down her cheeks. "No, you're supposed to be dead!" She ran into her friend's arms, and Alia held her. Although they were the exact same height, it felt like being embraced by a male lover. Chastity's breasts rubbed against Alia's bare nipples and her head bent down to rest on Alia's shoulder.

Lena reached around Chastity and kissed Alia roughly on the lips. Alia's mouth opened to make the kiss deeper, and Chastity heard her friend moan in pleasure.

Chastity's loins reacted and the fire that had been haunting her came back to in full force, so that her feet nearly buckled from under her with the shock of the sensation.

"Oh Alia... Alia!" she moaned into her friend's shoulder. "You don't know the trouble you've put me through." She could feel Lena's bare breasts on her back, pushing her deeper and deeper against Alia.

Chastity felt so warm, so loved, so safe. Her mouth moved against Alia's collarbone and her lips opened as she moaned in pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Chastity," Alia said. And Chastity remembered. Raped by three women. She tried to move even closer, but there was nowhere to go. They were already as close as two bodies could get. She thought of Alia's body on a hospital bed, naked and sedated. Alia fucking the hospital guard. Alia driving the car into the ocean. Tears rolled down her face.

"This is a dream. You can't be real. I'm going to wake up and you will be gone again. You will have left me, again."

Alia pushed her away and reached between her legs, pulling forth a string of sticky pussy juice, which glistened like gemstones on the sun light. Alia put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them, obviously enjoying the taste of her own pussy.

"I'm always like this, Chastity, but I'm very much alive. Do you think I can live on the surface like this? Do you think I can put back on clothing and work at my father's hamburger shack? Of course I can't. It seems odd that I ever wanted to, and yet I cried when I found out I couldn't stop fingering myself, that I wanted to start saying words like 'fuck' and 'bitch', that I needed to fuck men and women as much as I needed to breathe the air."

Chastity stared at her friend, open-mouthed and flabbergasted. Alia laughed.

"It's really not as bad as it sounds. The orgasms are incredible, and now I have a family that really gives me something to work towards. We're trying to shut down the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company. Surely you've heard the rumors!

"I have," Chastity said quietly. Raped by three women, raped by three women.

"It was me who asked Lena to find you." Alia said. "I didn't want to leave you behind. Everyone else, okay, but I couldn't stand to leave you. Please, please say you want to come. Say you still need me. I'll show you the ropes. I'll be the one to bring you over, I promise. It will be fun. Better than anything you've experienced in your life up till now."

"How could I? Alia, how could you even ask me to after all you've been though? How could you ask me to leave my father, my research, my God!"

"We're at war, Chastity! We need you! You know how that evil company has been using a combination of bribing senators and clever PR to get away with destroying the oceans! You must join us."

"Oh, but I can't!" Chastity protested.

"I'll give you a day to consider it," Alia said quietly. "Tonight, I'll be in your bedroom. Come to the recruitment orgy we're throwing at midnight. We're going to be initiating five or six women. Please, you've got to come and watch, and if you like what you see, you can stay. That's all, no strings attached. Promise me, Chastity. Promise me you'll come. You were my best friend. Please."

"I promise. I'll come," Chastity said, holding her chest in tightly to control herself. "I'll come and I'll watch. And then we'll say goodbye."

Alia went to kiss Chastity on the lips, but her friend moved her face so that the kiss landed on her cheek instead.

"Tonight," Alia said as Chastity ran back to her dorm room.

Lena reappeared as if out of nowhere and approached Alia.

"Do you really think she'll be there?" Lena asked, her long blond hair blowing in the gentle sea wind.

"Yes," Alia replied calmly. "When I was human, she was all I had to believe in."

Chastity bent over panting at the front door of her hostel. Never before did she have so many contradicting emotions dwelling inside of her at once. She was both happy that Alia was a live and terrified of what she had become, of what Alia wanted her to become.

She thought of Lena in her bedroom last night, of her breasts rubbing shamelessly against her own through the material of her nightgown, and Alia's doing the same only a few hours later. The thought chilled her to the bone, like the sea breeze, and at the same time seemed to fill her body with warmth. Oh, it was so confusing!

Alia's touch had felt so ungodly good on her skin. So shamelessly good. She was willing to give almost anything to be touched like that again, and knowing that frightened her.

She thought of the pussy juice on Alia's hand and the way she had sucked it off so seductively. It almost made her want a taste. Oh, how her pussy burned.

Raped by three women, raped by three women.

She had to get away! She had to run back home. Maybe if she crawled into the princess canopy bed and threw the sheets over her head she would be safe, like when she was a little girl and hid from the monster that lived in the closet.

She wouldn't keep her word to Alia. She couldn't, it was too dangerous. Her heart was beginning to shift, she couldn't take the chance. She had too much to lose.

Chastity walked up the stairs to her dorm room, feeling strangely animated. But she was shocked when she opened her bedroom door. The window had been repaired. It was like last night had never happened.

Secretly, she had been terrified to return the hostel after doing something so apparently meaninglessly destructive as breaking her bedroom window. And now, the sin has been erased. She wanted to cry for joy.

Chastity stripped off her nightgown and white cotton underwear and took a long, hot shower. She felt particularly dirty on the breasts and between the legs, and took her time lathering soap on those regions. Hygiene was very important after all, especially if you thought you had an infection.

The towel felt so soft and fluffy against her skin that Chastity thought longingly of taking a nap, but she wouldn't let herself rest. She couldn't relax. She needed to keep her guard up. She needed to make preparations to leave this place. She needed to get a plane ticket. She had to run. There was just no other way to save herself.

She picked up the bedroom phone and called her father's office using her calling card. Why were there so many damn numbers, she wondered in irritation as she entered the wrong password three times, each time having to hang up and try again.

"Papa!" she choked into the telephone. "Papa! I want to go home early. Something bad has happened and I don't want to stay here anymore."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" her father asked suspiciously.

"No, of course not! Nothing like that," Chastity replied. "It's just that -"

"And your project's going well? You've been working hard haven't you?"

"Yes, of course. I probably have the makings of good paper when I get back to the university next quarter."

"Good. I'd like to see my little girl's name on a real-life research paper," her father laughed happily.

"But Papa, I can't stay. I really can't. One of my friends has gone missing and now she's hanging out with some bad people, and I don't want to get involved in it."

"I know you better than that. You're a good girl, Chastity, and you know how to take care of yourself. I trust you not to get involved in anything you can't handle."

And a moment ago he thought I was pregnant, Chastity thought, but she didn't say it out loud. She knew better than to contradict her father.

"You've gotten sort of quiet," her father interjected.

"Daddy, I want to go home," Chastity said, nearly in tears.

"Okay, it's normal to be homesick, precious, but believe me, you're going to be all right. You've made a contract with these people. You need to be a responsible young woman and keep it."

For a horrible moment, Chastity thought her father knew about the nymphs, and her heart pounded in her chest. But then she realized that her father was of course referring to the McKinley company, which was sponsoring her scholarship.

"Yes, of course," Chastity said. Her hand slipped slightly off the phone. "Papa, I think I'm going to go now and take a nap. I need to be at the tide pools by midnight."

"Well, I hope I helped," her father replied nobly. "Feel free to call me any time. That's why you've got the calling card."

"Of course. Bye," Chastity said, hanging up the phone. She had the sinking suspicion that she might never go home again, that something had changed in her completely and things would never be the same again. She'd never be the same again.

Every tear she has been saving for her entire life seemed to stream from her eyes, and she cried herself to sleep.

It was night when she woke up, to the most interesting sensation in the world. Alia was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingering Chastity's pussy.

Chastity moaned.

"Oh, stop that!" she said, quickly recovering herself. "You shouldn't do things like that!"

Alia laughed.

"Perhaps. But it feels so good, I've learned not to care," she giggled, licking her fingers clean. "Besides, your pussy really tastes good."

Chastity hugged her friend. "I'm never going to get over seeing you again, Alia, everyone thought you were dead."

"I'm not sure that I'm not," Alia said, shrugging her shoulders. "I feel like I've died and gone to Heaven."

"How can you say that?" Chastity interjected. "How can you go to Heaven after all that?"

Alia laughed again.

"The way I see it, that doesn't matter so much, since I'm immortal."

"Immortal?" Chastity said, with a little gasp.

"Yep, the way Lena says it, unless someone cuts out my heart and eats it, I won't die. Won't even age." Alia turned and stared at Chastity with an oddly serious expression on her face.

"I tried to slit my wrists, you know, when I first went into the water, when I realized there was no return. But the wounds healed themselves immediately." She held up her wrist to Chastity. "See? Not even a scar."

"Suicide!" Chastity gasped. Her own mother had committed suicide when she was a little girl. Chastity wasn't supposed to remember or know about it, but she did.

"It was stupid," Alia said quickly. "I felt so sinful, I couldn't take it. But after a couple thousand orgasms, I was convinced. This is the life for me, Chastity, and it's the life for you too."

"How can you be so certain?" Chastity said. "Alia, it's not up to you to decide what's best for me."

"Right," Alia said, beginning to sound irritated. "Your research sponsors, your father, it's all right for them to tell you what to do, because they're men with money. But me, I don't have any right at all. I'm just a nymph offering you immortality. It would be crazy for you to listen to a word I say! So why don't you just pack up your bags and go back to your daddy."
Tears began welling up in Chastity's eyes. Alia shrugged and started playing with herself, spreading her pussy lips far apart and thrusting practically her whole fist into herself.

"My word, do you have to do that?" Chastity said, her voice husky with tears and uncontrollable horniness. Her pussy burned with pent-up desire.

"I do," Alia said evenly. "You take forever to talk to, and I can't be without sex for long, it's... Well, let's just say it's very unpleasant."

Alia rubbed naughty, sinful little circles around her clit with the hand in her pussy and licked her own right breast lustfully, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chastity moaned. "No, no! You're beginning to arouse me. I didn't know that women could..."

"Get aroused? Fuck themselves?" Alia asked evilly, licking her fist clean, her tongue rasping out like a serpent's.

"Oh, how you torment me!" Chastity moaned, spreading her legs just a little.

"Oh, open them further!" Alia moaned, returning her hand to her pussy and pumping away as though her life depended on it. "Let me see that juicy pussy of yours. Let me see your red, velvety interior. Oh, I want to fuck you so badly!"

Chastity blushed and ever-so-slightly spread her legs apart. But her pussy was covered by her white cotton underwear, which had a big wet spot between her legs, where her juices had leaked into them.

"Oh!" Alia whimpered. "Oh please let me touch! I promise I'll be good. Just through the underwear. Oh, please."

"I couldn't!" Chastity pleaded. "Please don't ask me such things."

But Alia had already moved closer and pressed her fingers against the wet spot.

Chastity moaned very loudly. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped and covered her mouth quickly. "Oh, I didn't mean to swear. I'm sorry."

"I want to touch it again," Alia gasped. "Please, I want you to tell me it's okay this time."

Chastity bit her lip and nodded. "Please, I'd like that." Her face was completely flushed and her limbs were beginning to tremble.

Alia leaned closer and inhaled the scent of her friend's pussy. It was intoxicating to her. If only she could have this pussy whenever she wanted it! She could spend a lifetime savoring its flavor and another simply searching for the best way to pleasure it.

Alia took out her tongue and ran it along the cotton. If she licked Chastity's pussy directly, Chastity would begin to change, to cling to her unrelentingly until she came, and the transformation would be complete. It felt like tempting the line of life and death, licking the sweet juices through her underwear. It was like circling the head of a cock around the entrance to a virgin's pussy, so sweetly sinful.

She hooked her fingers under the elastic of Chastity's underwear and felt Chastity's hard brown public hair, which was wet with juices and perspiration.

Chastity whimpered when her friend touched her like that, but she didn't tell her to stop. She didn't draw away. Instead, her hips rocked forward in her desire, pushing her friend's fingers through the forest of her curly hair and into the slit of her pussy.

Chastity gasped and began to rock, her whole body convulsing in pleasure. Juice began to squirt from her pussy, almost spraying her friend in the face. Alia quickly placed three of her fingers into Chastity's pussy and began to pump them in and out frantically, to make her friend's orgasm stronger.

She placed her own pussy over Chastity's mouth, and as Chastity writhed in orgasm, her tongue snaked into Alia's pussy, quickly bringing the nymph to orgasm, filling Chastity's mouth with her friend's juices, making her choke slightly as she tried to swallow as much as she could.

Alia kissed Chastity on the lips, eating quite a bit of her own juices from her mouth while she explored every crevice of her friend's orifice with her tongue.

"Oh! Oh! That felt so good." Chastity moaned as Alia's lips released her mouth from their grasp and began to suck the life out of her hard nipples.

"Oh no, please! I... I need more." Chastity said, pushing at her friend's head to get it between her legs. "Oh please, please pleasure me! I've never felt anything like it my life."

Alia didn't need to remind her friend what would happen if she began to lick her pussy. But still she didn't feel right doing it this way. She had promised to take her to the welcoming orgy. She could wait until then to initiate her.

She licked the mount of public hair on the outer lip of Chastity's pussy, tugging at the shafts of hair slightly to make her horny friend squirm while she teased her.

She pushed a finger into Chastity's sensitive pussy, feeling the intense heat and moisture and soaking it up. Her own pussy was so wet that she was beginning to leave a slime trail on Chastity's clean bedspread.

"Oh, I want to come again! Please... Please, you've got to make me come. I feel like I'll die if I don't come again."

"Not right now. We're already fashionably late for the orgy. Come on, it will be great. You'll be begging me to initiate you after you've been fucked properly a few times."

"Oh! But what if I get pregnant or get an STD?" Chastity said, stroking her pussy desperately.

"Come on! This is a magical event, you don't have to worry about consequences. Everything's wiped clean once the fucking stops. Wait a minute, I've got something to help you control yourself until then," she added, holding up a can of hairspray.

"What's that for? Are you going to style my hair?" Chastity asked, feeling very nervous.

"Hell no!" Alia laughed. "I'm going to use it as a dildo."

"But I'm a virgin! There's no way that thing's going to fit in me."

Alia ran her hand between Chastity's legs.

"See how fucking wet you are?" she asked, licking her fingertips hungrily. "Believe me, I can make it fit."

"Oh! You talk so dirty!" Chastity gasped, her voice once again husky with lust. "Please, just do it. I don't think my you-know-what can stand for you to ignore it any more."

"What, that juicy little cunt of yours needs attention?" Alia asked, making Chastity blush profusely. She rubbed the can across Chastity's slit to lube it up and Chastity whimpered.

"Oh, that feels so good! Now I'm almost desperate to see if this naughty plan of yours is going to work," Chastity whimpered.

"Spread your legs really wide," Alia said, stretching Chastity's inner lips wide around the circumference of the spray can.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chastity whimpered. "You make me feel like such a slut."

"There's nothing wrong with being horny or enjoying sex," Alia said. "You need to understand that. You make an excellent little slut," she added, kissing Chastity passionately on the lips and descending to take a little nibble of her left breast.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chastity continued to whimper, beginning to clutch at her breasts like a real pro. "Oh, please do it! I want to be filled. Oh please, I need to be filled. Aah!"

Alia had pushed the can into Chastity's hole unexpectedly while she was begging, and the shock of being so overwhelmingly full for the first time in her life was completely overpowering her. Her pussy muscles automatically clutched at the hard can, almost aching from the unfamiliar experience.

Alia pushed the can in a little deeper, making Chastity moan again.

"Oh! If you keep that up, I think I'm going to come again." Chastity gasped.

"That's the idea, my dear," Alia replied, smiling down at her. She gave the can one more great thrust and Chastity came explosively. Her muscles clamped down so hard on the can that she almost bent the metal.

"Do you think you can keep that in you for a while?" Alia asked. "We really have to go."

"I can try," Chastity said with another little embarrassed blush. She sat up from her bed and took Alia's hand. The can began to slide a little out of her very wet pussy and she reached a hand down to push it back into herself, her eyes glazing over in pleasure.

Alia laughed.

"I knew I liked you for a reason," she said, giving Chastity's hand a squeeze.

They stood on a rocky beach. It reminded Chastity of the tide pools where she had first met Lena and a couple of her nymphs, but there were no landmarks around that she could recognize. But somehow, she didn't seem to mind.

Lena was lying on the beach with her legs spread far apart, clutching at her beautiful breasts while two men fucked her, one in each hole, and a red-haired nymph hungrily licked her clit while vigorously masturbating with both hands.

"Come this way," Alia said, leading Chastity over towards a couple of blond nymphs, one with short hair, the other long, who here making out wildly while three men bound in robes watched, drooling in desperation.

Chastity noticed in amazement that one of the men had a cock so big that it seriously resembled a tree trunk. She wanted to point this out, but Alia had vanished from her side.

She began to panic, but then she caught a glimpse of Alia French-kissing the long-haired blond woman with the size of watermelons, while tenderly caressing her pussy. Alia stopped when she saw Chastity staring at her and pulled the woman over by the waist to introduce her.

"This is Angelica. She used to be a lifeguard in California. Rumor has it that years before she was one of us, she caught a satyr who was surfing off her beach and fucked his brains out until he begged for mercy. Since then, she's been into supersizing things, but you probably already noticed that," she said, gesturing towards Angelica's breasts and the one man's overly engorged cock. "Angelica, this is Chastity, my new plaything. Chastity is a virgin," she added, with a meaningful look.

Angelica took in the hairspray can that was protruding ever-so-slightly from Chastity's sopping wet pussy.

"She's a horny virgin! That's the best kind. Let's make sure she gets her brains fucked out of her while she's here."

"I knew you'd see it my way," Alia laughed, grabbing Angelica's butt and giving it a very lustful squeeze. "I assume one of Stephanie's boy-toys would be willing to accommodate her."

"You hear that, you little slut?" shouted the other woman with the short blond hair, kicking one of the men over and pinching his butt roughly. "You're going to get fucking lucky." She yanked at his hair menacingly. "And if you don't make it good for her, I'm going to have to fuck you up the ass with a strap-on that makes that dick-boy's cock look like a pencil eraser.

"Stephanie is a bit of a badass. You'll get used to it," Alia said with a little shrug.

"Oh my!" Chastity gasped, a little nervous as Angelica cut the ropes that bound her prisoner.

"Do you want me to fuck him first to get him all warmed up for you?" Stephanie asked, cracking her knuckles.

"If you fuck him, there'll be nothing left of him for the virgin to fuck. You're just getting greedy," Angelica interjected, grabbing Stephanie's ass and pulling her away from the man.

"Oh, I'm so nervous!" Chastity gasped. "Oh please, this is happening so quickly!"

"His cock isn't nearly as large as that can you've got wedged in your pussy. You don't have anything to worry about," Alia said, looking just a bit jumpy and nervous herself. Stephanie was now pinching Angelica by the clit while wedging a large round stone into her pussy, causing her to cry out in pressure. "You don't mind if I run off and join the fun, do you, Chastity?" Alia asked with a nervous smile. I'm getting really horny and I don't think I can hold it anymore.

"But, but, but, the man!" Chastity whined. The man had helped her to the ground and was rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. "Oh, don't leave me alone! You promised!" Chastity whined. The man pulled the can of hairspray out of her pussy, making Chastity convulse in another orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She whimpered. "Oh! Oh! I needed that so much." The juice shot from her pussy in torrents, soiling the stones where she sat.

The man rammed his cock into her, not paying any attention at all to being gentle, but she found that she liked it rough.

The head of his cock bumped against her g-spot, sending delicious little sparks of pleasure ricocheting through her body. With every single quick thrust, she felt like she was being pushed closer and closer to another orgasm. With every single thrust, she swore she'd come with the next one. But each time, she didn't quite come. She was horribly, exquisitely, passionately stuck on the edge of climax, until that the world became bright and hazy and all things that seemed so important to her before were forgotten.

To be Continued...