There once was a girl named Chastity. She was the daughter of a man who was the head of a construction company. Chastity's mother died when she was a small child, and so did her kindly old grandmother. But she was never alone.

She had an older brother who she used to walk with through the suburbs, hand in hand. They bought bubble gum or cigarettes at a seedy little convenience store at the edge of town, which made most of its money selling liquor and dirty magazines. But Chastity, true to her name, was a good little girl and never smoked, and she choked back tears for all the sins that befell her brother's soul. She was that good, that compassionate. She never dressed in kinky clothing, never went to parties in high school, and never had anything more than a coffee date.

But then, in the summer that followed her freshman year at her all-girl Catholic university, Chastity took an internship with the McKinley Oil and Fishing Company to study marine life on a large Canadian island just north of the U.S. border. The tale that befell her was enough to disturb even a simpleton.

So, as the bonfire burns on the rocky beach and nymphs dance and clutch at each other's breasts and lap the juices from each other's pussies, let the riveting story of how Chastity gave up her virtue and learned to live be told.

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Angelica was eating Stephanie's pussy, her big breasts almost touching the ground as they rocked back and forth, keeping the beat with the thrusts of a man's supernaturally engorged cock in her ass.

Alia was getting her pussy eaten by Lena in a daisy chain, which included Persephone, Jasmine and three other girls Chastity didn't know the names of.

Not that she cared to know their names. She was getting the greatest (and so far, the only) fuck of her life. Her vision was blurring and she was totally intoxicated with the sensation, the damned and sublime heat in her pussy and the hard pressure in her upper stomach.

It was probably the best moment of her life, up to this point, and completely worth the horrible days of fear, depression and pain she has been suffering since Alia's highly dramatized "suicide."

Chastity finally found her peace in the rocking of her hips back and forth back, in the continuous, tingling orgasms that made her vibrate with every fiber of her being and left her feeling wonderful all the way out to her finger tips.

She kissed the man roughly, desperately on the mouth and neck, sucking him, eating him, as he continued to pleasure her with his cock. She didn't know this man. She had never met him before and didn't care, but that fact didn't even register. She knew him entirely, knew who he was and what he wanted. She knew this from the feel of his body. The way his hips thrust told her his story of a lifetime of crushed desires, damaged dreams and an almost magical regaining of life. This story was taking over her as the man was driven closer and closer to his own climax.

It was more than fear of Stephanie's wrath that led him to fuck her so wonderfully. Chastity was giving him new life, new ecstasy, just as he was giving it to her. It was so natural, this lustful coupling, so unburdened, so naked, so blunt.

Chastity felt like her cervix was going to fall off from the sensation that was coursing through her body, taking over her and making her feel so full and complete.

She felt something build up just below the belly button, and it was the strongest thing she had felt yet. Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Her whole body went rigid, to the point where she couldn't even breathe, even if her life had depended on it. Her toes pointed and lifted off the ground. Her back arched up into the cock that was filling her so completely. Oh, if it would only go deeper... Deeper! Just a little! Oh!

The cock began to swell. It was so big, so hard. It began to quake and quiver, shooting massive loads of hot white cum into her eager pussy. But Chastity hardly noticed. She trembled and shook, moaning and clutching her own breasts from her own all-powerful, all-fulfilling orgasm. She hardly noticed when the man crawled back on his hands and knees and began to rub his head against her thighs as he licked her pussy.

But she noticed when the sensation stopped. She let out a blood-curdling cry of frustration that the stones themselves were tempted to turn and listen to. And she almost began to cry as the images of her life began to return to her.

Stephanie paused her activities, giving the man an evil look. Then, she kneed him in the testicles.

"I told you to make it good for her, you worthless washed-up fuck!" she said calmly. "Aren't you capable of learning anything?"

"I did! I did make it good for her!" the man protested. "And I did it all for you, my Goddess!"

"Don't make me sick," Stephanie said, slapping him hard on the ass. "It's the oldest mistake there is, crawling away like a slime ball the moment you have your own orgasm. I thought even you would know better than to pull shit like that!"

Chastity was shaking and crying, as though she was a victim of rape.

Alia crawled out of the daisy chain and knelt beside Chastity, putting her friend's head on her breast so that she could hold her while she cried.

She cooed soothingly in Chastity's ear. "No consequences, no consequences." And slowly, Chastity stopped crying, like a small child held in her mother's arms. No consequences. Chastity's head dropped off Alia's shoulder and slid down so that her mouth hung open above Alia's nipple, as though she was intending to suck it. But it was obvious that she had fallen asleep.

"Oh, for the love of God!" Angelica moaned, massaging her oversized breasts while Stephanie lapped at her pussy from between her legs and fidgeted with a magical strap-on, fastening it into place. "Someone dump some cold water on Sleeping Beauty over there! She's desecrating the orgy by sleeping on the job."

Stephanie laughed and slapped her naughty prisoner on the ass. "Get me some water to dump on her, you little bitch. If you're quick about it, I won't ask Angelica to enlarge my strap-on before I fuck you with it."

The man nodded his agreement and ran off.

"That won't be necessary," Lena said and snapped her fingers. Chastity instantly awoke. "You should give her the gift now, Alia, you've been waiting too long. Just lick her damn pussy and get it over with. We don't have time to be playing games, we need to be training our soldiers."

"You're right," Alia said. She sounded defeated. "I wanted her to be ready for the life we live, but I guess it really isn't something that can be prepared for."

Stephanie yawned. "I've got another man I'm not doing anything with. You can borrow him if you like. The girl does desire a proper fuck." She looked indecent to talk to. Her strap-on stood out in front of her like a flag, bobbing in the wind, making her look obscenely androgynous.

"Shall I cut the cords for you?" Stephanie asked, stroking her strap-on thoughtfully.

"Oh, I want to see Stephanie fuck her!" Angelica squealed. "Stephanie is so good with women. I bet it would be wonderful."

"No," Alia said forcefully. "No strap-ons. No more horny bastards either, unless Chastity gives the go-ahead."

"No, I think I want to try again," Chastity said, a little embarrassed. "It was pretty good the first time, I just went weird, that's all. Besides, I promised I'd try this orgy thing out before making up my mind."

Stephanie shrugged. "So, I suppose I'll just cut the ropes off of man number two for you, see if he suits your tastes better."

Chastity blushed and nodded and Alia smiled broadly, going over to make out with Angelica.

Stephanie's first man-toy reappeared with a large shell full of water, which he was about to throw on Chastity, but his mistress caught him in time.

"You really are pathetic! Lena told you to forget the water! What are you, dense? Get that lazy ass of yours over here right this minute and I'll fuck it like I promised, nice and hard and long and without lube."

The man whimpered pathetically like a lost puppy, but he bent over, giving Stephanie his ass to fuck.

With Alia still licking her pussy, Angelica began to suck on the magical strap-on, making it expand to a truly legendary size. Stephanie spread the man's but checks apart, rubbing the head of the strap-on against the entrance to his rectum. The man whimpered and began to beg, but it was no good. Stephanie was relentless when angered, and she had warned him. All he could do now was try to take his punishment with dignity.

Chastity stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of her open-mouthed as her hand dropped between her legs. She rubbed her clit ferociously, watching Stephanie begin to press the toy into the man. Oh, it looked so sublime, so deadly. The way that his butt expanded to take the entire thing in, it was so dirty. So deliciously sinful, like the touch of Alia's hand on her pussy. She spread her pussy lips apart, exploring her own body for the first time, too completely overwhelmed with the sex that was all around her to realize how bad she was being, and far too preoccupied to feel bad about it.

She watched the way that Alia ate Angelica's pussy, the way the blonde's pussy was turning red from arousal and spilling loads of juices into Alia's mouth, the way Alia's tongue slithered into her, pulsing, hungrily drinking up all the juices it came across, the way her lips locked onto the other women's genitals. It looked like so much fun on both sides!

Oh, what she wouldn't give to have it be her pussy that was being eaten like that. Her own fingers began to thrust in and out of her in rhythm with Alia's tongue. Oh! Oh! Oh!

Chastity was feeling drunk and weak in the knees. She was so horny, so a part of everything and so divorced from it at the same time. She knew she'd never be the same if she let one of the nymphs eat her out. She would become a nymph, just as horny and as shameless as the rest of them. Her pussy was leaking like crazy, soiling her hands with her own juices as she continued desperately pleasuring herself.

She saw other figures enter the circle of nymphs. Women like her, who seemed to be drawn into the orgy like moths to a flame. They writhed in pleasure as they left their old lives and were filled instead with lust. How did they make their decision? How was it that things were always so simple for other people, but not for her? She could never make up her mind about anything, she could never commit, especially to something so permanent, so sinful as giving herself up to passion.

Chastity looked down at her hand, which moved continuously between her legs. Three fingers were in her hole, pumping away at herself with shameless lust, and the other two were tearing at herself outside, pushing her lips about, tugging at herself, rubbing her clit. Wasn't she already a horny slut? Wasn't she already without hope of redemption? How could she return home, after she let a man she had never met come inside of her? She was spoiled! There was no use.

She felt like she was going to cry, but she wouldn't let herself. She was going to be brave. She promised Alia that she would try, that she would go to this shameless magical orgy of no consequences, that she would fuck somebody, and she had done just that. That's all there was too it. It was pointless to feel dirty, to feel like a slut. She had come to keep her word.

"Oh damn, Chastity! I forgot to untie you another man," Stephanie cried out as she came, her magical strap-on squirting cum into the ass of the man she was fucking. There was so much of it that as she pulled out, it began to pool on his testicles and dribble down his legs. "You ready to try your luck being fucked again, princess?" she asked with a mischievous giggle.

"Ah, no, that's okay, I think I changed my mind," Chastity gasped, still frantically pleasuring herself. "I've had quite enough action for one day, I really ought to be getting back to my dorm room."

"Oh, give me a break!" Stephanie moaned. "I'm not going to let you off that easily. You've come her to get your brains fucked out, and yet you've only gotten laid once. And by this pathetic bastard," she added, slapping the man's cum-covered ass.

She unwrapped the cords that bound the last remaining man and set him loose on Chastity with the same threat: "Give her the fuck of her life, or it's the strap-on for you!"

He looked back over his shoulder as though she were nuts and shrugged. Chastity actually laughed. She liked the look of this man's cock. It was long and hard, but somehow it looked friendly, the way her brother's cock looked when she had seen him pee through the crack in the door.

And it was sticking straight up, a little awkwardly, which reminded her of Stephanie's ridiculous strap-on. She could hardly keep herself from laughing outright.

"Are you going to fuck me, pretty boy?" Chastity asked the man, taking her juice-covered hand out of her pussy and rubbing it on her nipples playfully, before bringing it to her lips to enjoy the sinful flavor.

He didn't say anything, but she felt his mouth against her left breast, sucking and licking the juice off with a careful flick of the tongue. She moaned and his cock pressed up against her, making her feel dizzy with unfulfilled desire.

She had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her entire life. Her pussy was emitting so much heat that it was practically catching on fire. She moaned like a slut and gasped as the man began to nibble on her nipple.

Oh, she wanted him, oh, she wanted him!

He kissed her belly button. Oh. It was so mean. Oh! Oh! Oh! Could she ever be satisfied? Every little touch made her feel like she was coming alive. Ever little piece of flesh that was stimulated made her aware of how many other ones there were that felt so lonely. Ever little shiver of passion that coursed through her made the air around her pussy feel so cold, so violated, so unsatisfied.

"Oh for Christ's sake, fuck me already!" she screamed. Stephanie laughed. Chastity vaguely registered that Stephanie was fucking herself with the magic dildo.

"Fuck me!" Chastity screamed. "And believe me, if you don't do it right, there'll be hell to pay."

The fellow picked her up and set her on his waist, struggling to place is cock in her without losing his grip on her body.

She moaned like a whore when the head of his cock entered her. It felt like heaven on earth. Oh! Oh! Oh! How did she become such a dirty little slut? When did she decide that she liked sex this much? Damn!

The man carried her off into the ocean, the waves crashing around his legs. Chastity's body convulsed and she writhed against him, practically performing gymnastics routines to pleasure herself on his cock as he moved.

She could not see the horizon over the sea, the strange lonely expanse that she had stared at when she was mourning for Alia. She had her back to it, and over the man's shoulder she saw the rocky coast that must, somewhere in the distance, have led towards home, but for now seemed almost mercifully to lead to the rocks where the nymphs were having their orgy.

Chastity's body rocked against the man's. Her hair dipped back into the sea, pulled by the waves and covered with seaweed.

The cock seemed to be pushing into her so deep, filling her so completely. Oh, how did she ever live without this? Her nipples were rock-hard and they actually hurt as they brushed ruthlessly against the muscles of the man's chest. Oh, such a precious little pain, so much like the head of his member knocking against her cervix, teasing her g-spot.

She was such a shameless slut, and oh was she enjoying it. She wouldn't trade the pleasure for anything else. Nothing could possibly compare with it.

Damn, whether she decided to become a nymph or not, she was going to have to be fucked like this!

"Oh! Oh! More!" she gasped. "Fuck me for all your worth!" she moaned at this perfect stranger she only knew with her body. "Oh, damn, never stop. Oh!"

He thrust into her hard, obviously using a lot of strength to accomplish the feat. It was obvious that he was just as aroused as she was. The muscles in his arms were twitching and he kept having to adjust his balance. His lips and sometimes his hands traveled all around her body, touching her nipples, her lips, her clit. The sensation was so strong that Chastity felt like she was going to pass out from it, but she couldn't let herself. She wanted to feel every single moment of this pleasure.

Oh, so good!

Her stomach was burning. She knew that she was going to come, and she did. Oh! She twitched on his cock like a rag doll, losing all sense of how her body was supposed to move as she was consumed with pleasure.

A moment later, he came too, his cock twitching and sending jets of hot cum into her well-used body.

Chastity moaned appreciatively, feeling his cock thrust so ruthlessly into her, bringing her over the edge into climax again.

The two of them fell over into the sand and Chastity began playing with her own breasts, enjoying the little sparks of sensation that coursed through her body.

She spread her legs apart in the water and watched the man's seed trailing out of her, a little white river. It made her feel both very happy and very naughty.

The man smiled at her, a little sand in his hair, and dove between her legs desperately, lapping at her cum-filled pussy.

She lay back, her head in the sand. Her arms moved in circles, making sand angels like she used to do when she was a little girl.

She never had anyone lick her pussy for her. It felt so good. So different than a hand or a cock, but the sensation was just as strong.

Oh, it was probably the best part yet. None of the girls could eat her pussy because they were all nymphs, but she could let this man eat her pussy to her heart's content, and there would be no consequences. Just like Alia said. She could still pretend that nothing had changed for her.

The man took a break from her pussy and came up to kiss her on the lips. She tasted her own juices on his lips along with the man's own particular taste that she was beginning to get accustomed too.

She loved the way she tasted and began to lick her lips. The man smiled and went back to eating her pussy.

Chastity writhed as his tongue slid into her, scooping his own cum from her pussy and eating it hungrily. The tongue felt so long, like his cock, and it drove her crazy. The more he gave, the more she seemed to want. Oh, how could that be! She was supposed to be getting satisfied!

She was supposed to be a good girl and say, "I've had enough, you can leave my pussy alone now, thank you very much. I'm going back to my dorm room and to bed, because I'm just not this kind of woman."

But she was.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she was! She loved every damn little second of it. She lived for every second of it. It made her want to cry. Oh, and her pussy was still burning. Oh... She came again... and again. Oh! How could she come like that?

She knew she would think about this experience for the rest of her life. She would lay in bed at night, reading a cheesy romance novel, her legs spread ever-so-slightly apart to catch the cool night air, and she would think of this man with his head between her legs. She would think of Alia sticking that big hairspray can up her pussy, and her juices would run onto her clean white bed sheets.

This possibility seemed noble, rather like the life of a martyr or a nun. A holy life. She closed her hand around the sand and tried to convince herself that it was enough.

Her body convulsed again, in total disregard to her feelings. It was almost as though she was made to be an orgasm machine. What sort of God would be merciless enough to put someone like her down on Earth?

But damn did it feel good! So shamefully good. So deliciously, sinfully good. But could she leave everything for it? Could she?
She felt the man lift her up again. His cock was hard again, and she wondered absently whether he wanted to fuck her one more time. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted it with every fiber of her being. Oh, if only he would put his cock in her again!

But he didn't.

He put her on the ground in front of Alia, who was busy being fucked in the ass by the man with a supernaturally large cock while Angelica ate her pussy.

"Do it now," the man said gently and spread Chastity's legs apart so that her lovely inner lips were right in front of Alia.

Alia moaned and bent over forward, her stomach pressing against Angelica's face. Alia's nose was right over Chastity's clit. And then she slowly began to lap, like a cat drinking milk.

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Chastity woke up in a cold sweat. She was sleeping in her dorm room. The window was open and her body felt oddly stiff, like she had been sleeping in a strange position. She opened her legs ever-so-slightly and then she opened them further and put a finger up against her inner lips. They felt odd and just a little sore.

But it had all been a dream! And when did the dream started? Had there ever been a girl named Alia? Had she really died? And were those nymphs real? Them, and their war Alia had mentioned, against the McKinley company, the sponsor of her summer research project. No, of course the nymphs weren't real. Come on, nymphs? It bothered Chastity that she was having such perverted dreams. Had she ever been willing to give up her life for sin? It seemed so preposterous.

Chastity was going to take a shower. She grabbed a towel out of the closet and walked into the bathroom.

She jumped back when she saw her reflection. She wasn't wearing any clothing! What happened to her nightgown?

She shrugged and watched her shoulders raise and settle. She liked the way her breasts looked in the mirror, so large and adorned with light brown areola, with soft pink nipples like flower buds.

She reached out and touched her left nipple, squeezing it roughly until it grew erect. She liked how the subtle little difference seemed to change her appearance so entirely. She didn't feel like a young would-be scientist out for a day of collecting shells and examining water samples. She felt like a young woman out for a hot date. She felt sexy.

Chastity blushed, continuing to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She looked so delicious, she was getting herself all worked up. Better not to look at herself. She took a towel and hung it over the mirror so her reflection could no longer stare back at her, tempting her resolve.

Dream or not, something had changed inside of her, something fundamental. She couldn't hide her lust the way she always did before. She was quickly aroused and forced to be honest with herself about it. And oh, did her crotch burn with desire!

She decided to take a cold shower. She really needed to clean herself up. No need to imagine what juices she had been soaking in and for how long.

She stepped into the shower and turned the water as cold as she could tolerate it. But that soon became far too cold, and she fiddled with the knob, making the water just a little hotter and then just a little hotter until the whole bathroom was steamy. The hot water that ran off her body made her feel so fresh, so alive and so at peace with the world.

Grabbing a bar of soap, Chastity began lathering up her hands, her breasts, her crotch. It felt so good to be touching herself, to feel her hands slide around her body. She had always enjoyed showers, had always gotten an almost sensual pleasure from shaving her legs and armpits. It was so relaxing, so self-medicating.

But today, for some reason she suddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to shave her pubic hair, which was something she had never done before. She didn't have enough hair down there to really stick out from under her swim suit, but now it simply had to go.

She spread the soap on her hands and then began to apply it to the mound of her pussy, her finger ever-so-slightly snaking between the outer lips, making her shiver with pleasure. Oh, it felt so good!

Chastity tested it again. She couldn't lie to herself about it, she loved the way it felt. She slid the finger upwards until it stroked her clit. Chastity whimpered. She couldn't move her finger away, couldn't touch anything else, couldn't even rub it more. It was as if her finger was glued to her clit by the intense pleasure that was coursing through her.

"Oh, shit! Oh, damn!" she moaned. She placed one of her fingers into her pussy and began pumping it, holding on to the shower wall with her other hand to keep her balance.

"Oh, God! Oh!"

It reminded her of the orgy in her dream, about how she shamelessly began to stroke herself as she watched the others pleasure each other. It felt so real and so dirty to be doing something like that for real now, in the privacy of the little shower.

She pushed her thumb into herself also. Her hole felt so tight. She loved the way her muscles gripped and squeezed her fingers. She loved the soft, silky feel of her damp pussy, the erotic feel of her touch.

It was so naughty! She really ought to control herself. But she knew it wasn't any good. Her body wanted what it wanted, and if she didn't give it to herself, she'd end up taking it out on someone else, and that would cause problems.

It wasn't as though she was a nymph in a magical orgy. This was the real world, and real women couldn't get away with being total sluts. Think of the stigmatism!

Chastity laughed out loud, her voice echoing through the shower.

So, she was a closet pervert. She could deal. She rubbed her finger across her clit, sending another delicious sensation racing through her body.

Oh, she would never get used to this. It was too sublime.

What a little slut she was! She flicked her tongue against her nipple as she came, the hand in her pussy having finally done its business.

It wasn't enough. She began frantically touching herself again, rubbing little circles around her clit and stroking it up and down, testing out the different little sensations it gave her. Finally, she did what was quickest and stroked like mad, pumping the whole other hand in herself, too tied up in her masturbation to worry about something as seemingly unimportant as balance.

Chastity came again, quick and hard, moaning like a whore. She felt so dirty, so covered in sweat and juices that she'd never get clean, even with the shower that rained down upon her.

She came three more times before realizing that she had completely forgotten to shave her pussy.

She laughed guiltily and pulled out her razor. Slowly and carefully, she began to shave her pussy bare.

Chastity turned off the water and grabbed her towel. She dried herself off and tried to wrap it around herself, but the shower water had been hot and she couldn't stand the extra heat the towel retained. She threw it off and went into the bedroom naked.

What did it matter, anyway? The shades were drawn and she was alone, so there was nothing to stand in her way.

She laughed again. She felt so good. Her orgasms have put her into a really good mood. She felt so powerful, all the way from her fingertips to her toes. She wondered if it would radiate out from under her clothing: "I'm a slut and I like having sex."

She tried to put on a shirt, but it felt too tight around the breasts, so she took it off.

She giggled like a school girl, thinking that her breasts had grown larger from all the hormones that were coursing through her.

Chastity pulled out a dress from the closet. It was really cute and had always made her feel pretty before, but now it seemed childish and stupid.

She looked out the window into the sea. It seemed to call her, the way it did that night when she stared out into the sea thinking of Alia. Was that a dream? She hadn't decided. She thought about Alia, about her disappearance from the hospital, her insane rant about being raped, by women no less. Her seduction of the hospital security guard.

It was far too dramatic to have been real.

She opened the window and the sea breeze seemed to cut into her. But it didn't overpower her. It seemed to course though her veins, making her grow more powerful.

It had been a beautiful dream, a life-changing dream.

Chastity walked out of the hostel, not bothering to lock the door behind her. All the students here looked after one another, no one would ever think of breaking into her room while she was away.

She could only think of the ocean and of the breeze, and of the new strength that swelled within her. It was delicious. It was intoxicating.

Everyone seemed to stare at her. She must be right, it must be transparent even through her clothing.

Clothing!

The little pink dress she had picked out to wear was still lying discarded on her bed, and she was so preoccupied that she hadn't even thought about underwear!

That's why everyone was looking at her! She was completely naked! She blushed a shade of bright red. How could she forget something as simple as clothing! She must have gone out of her mind!

Chastity tried to cover herself with her arms, but being self-conscious about it seemed to make matters worse. There wasn't a person in sight that wasn't pointing or staring at her.

Oh shit! Oh shit!

If she didn't do something, the police would come and have her locked up for disturbing the peace, breaking decency laws or some such rubbish. And if she was unlucky, she would be locked up and sedated.

She laughed despite herself, thinking about her dream and Alia. She really was a crazy woman.

But that didn't mean she couldn't put up a fight. She ran and ran, grateful that she had taken aerobics classes and could run very quickly.

It was like a terrible nightmare, the one where you find yourself naked in public and everyone is staring, except Chastity knew for sure that this was no dream.

She felt every single lustful and critical stare. Her muscles ached like crazy, but she made it back to the dorm room.

She wasn't going to let anyone take her away.

Alia was sitting on her bed. Chastity blanched when she saw her. For a moment, the two women only stared at each other across the great expanse of the little dorm room. And then Chastity spoke.

"How much of it was a dream?" she asked.

Alia shook her head. "None of it," she said somberly.

"Then I am... Then you are?"

"A sea nymph? Yes," Alia said with a laugh. "I told Lena I shouldn't leave you alone, not even for an hour, but she said it would be good for you."

"Lena can fucking go to hell," Chastity said, stomping her foot on the bedroom floor. And then, she covered her mouth, guiltily ashamed of having spoken something so harsh and indecent.

Alia laughed. "I'll tell her you said that," she giggled. "I think she needs to hear shit like that every once in a while. My father used to tell me that all Russian women were bitches, I thought that was just cold war talk or something."

"Wait, I don't quite follow," Chastity said. "You mean Lena is Russian? I guess now that I think about it, she did have a bit of an accent."

"Oh yeah. Her full name is Elena Petrovna Menshikova, try saying that three times fast. Anyway, I gather she's been a sea nymph for quite a while. At least from Czarist times. I recall her referring to herself as a princess. It made me laugh."

Chastity actually chuckled. "Wow, a real live princess," she exclaimed covering her mouth dramatically. It felt good to be talking about something other than the fact that her life was flashing before her eyes. "Any chance she's not delusional?"

Alia shrugged. "I tried looking her up on the Internet, but I didn't find anything."

"It seems strange for you to be being doing anything as normal-sounding as surfing the Net."

Alia shrugged. "Well, it's not like I'm dead. Just because I'm a mythological being doesn't mean I have to write on clay tablets."

Chastity felt her breath catch in her throat and for a moment she was incapable of doing anything. This was odd, because she seemed to be talking so nicely with Alia just moments before.

"I want to go home," Chastity said, a teardrop rolling down her cheek. "I want to see my family. I want to see my school again."

"You know you can't," Alia replied darkly. "You're a nymph. You won't be able to tolerate any clothing, and you'll be incredibly horny all the time. You'd probably rape your father if you saw him."

"I would not!" Chastity yelled, her voice shaking. "I love my father. I couldn't do something like that to him!"

"Can you imagine me going home to my family like this?" Alia said, lifting up her naked breasts as though presenting them to Chastity. "They used to make me even cover my hair! What do you think my father would say if he saw me? I'm dead to him, one way or another, and so are you! We are your only family now."

"No! I refuse to believe you! I can go home. I'm enrolled in classes for next year. I have student loans, I have a life!"

"No, you are going to disappear into the ocean just like I did. You can't belong here anymore. You don't belong here!"

"I do belong! I do belong here! Nothing has changed! If I stay here, my dad will look for me. The police will look for me. Do you have any idea how much trouble it will make for everyone?"

"Do you think that no one is looking for me?" Alia asked. "I'm sure my father would spit on my grave if I had one, but he still called the coast guard to look for me. A couple of divers didn't return to the shore," she added with a cynical smile.

"I still want to try. I'm a good woman, I can restrain myself!" Chastity cried out.

"Fine. Put on clothing and walk outside. Go check on your water samples, like you planned. Or go like you are. I'll try to hold off the cops if you like! Maybe if I fuck a couple of them, they'll forget to throw you in prison for indecent exposure."

"Now you're just being vicious!" Chastity exclaimed, throwing up her arms.

Alia moved closer to her friend and Chastity took in the movement of her breasts, hips and pussy. It made her body ache.

Chastity felt like she has been deprived of sex for years, although it had only been a matter of minutes since she masturbated in the shower.

Chastity felt herself move towards Alia. She grabbed her and pushed her tongue into her mouth. Alia tasted so good! The moisture of her mouth enchanted Chastity. She wanted to explore every inch of Alia's mouth with her tongue, to flick it against Alia's teeth and rub it along her tongue, to probe her friend's tongue and dance with it. But her body wouldn't let her. She needed sex and she needed it now.

She moaned around Alia's mouth and pushed her to the bed. Alia gasped as Chastity spread her legs apart and began to feverishly lick her pussy. Chastity decided she loved the taste of pussy. She had tasted her own many times, both when she masturbated and on the mouth of the man who had eaten her out at the orgy, and Alia's pussy tasted distinctly different. Chastity loved it.

She began to wonder whether every woman's pussy tasted different and felt the strong urge to taste them all. Oh! It was so naughty.

Alia adjusted herself so that her head was between Chastity's legs, and she began to eat Chastity's cunt at in rhythm with her friend's tongue on her own pussy.

Chastity moaned. She loved having her pussy eaten. She loved the way Alia's tongue felt in her, the way Alia moved her mouth as she sucked. It was intoxicating.

"Oh, if only every disagreement ended this way!" Chastity moaned. Her pussy was beginning to tingle in threat of orgasm.

"Make love, not war," Alia laughed into Chastity's pussy. "Maybe hippies had the right idea after all."

That made Chastity laugh too, and the sudden stimulation caused Alia to orgasm, her juices squirting onto Chastity's eager mouth.

This was too much for Chastity, and she came too, flooding Alia's mouth with her own juices.

Oh, it felt so good! Why did it have to feel so damn good every single time? It would be so easy to reject the whole thing if it just didn't feel so good!

Chastity thought that she could still be normal. She could put on clothes and keep them on, without tearing them off in panic. She could sit through a lecture without tearing off the professor's clothing and eating her pussy. She knew she could! If only it didn't feel so damn good!

But it did.

Alia's tongue was pushing back into her pussy, and Chastity could only yield to it. She wanted it so badly and she had just come! Oh, it was torture. Was she destined to spend an eternity locked in intercourse with this woman? It seemed like a curse worse than Hell, and heaven on Earth.

She moaned and began to thrust her hips, clutching at her breasts and rubbing little circles around her nipples.

"Pleasure me, Alia. Make me come the way you did at the orgy! Make up for all the times I wanted you and I couldn't have you. Pay me back for the way I used to blush over thoughts of you at the hamburger shack! Come on! Do it!"

Alia smiled and was happy to comply.

She spread Chastity's legs far apart with her hands and wedged her shoulders between them. She opened her friend's pussy wide with her hands, making Chastity gasp with the sudden influx of cold air into her wet pussy. And then, a moment before Chastity thought she would die from longing, Alia began to nibble and suck at her clit.

Chastity writhed and moaned like crazy. Oh! The sensation was indescribable. Chastity came at once, though it felt like an eternity, and then, when her orgasm threatened to end, another one began, keeping her shaking in continuous climax. Another, and another, all in a row, over and over and over and over.

Chastity lost track of everything, her bedroom, her problems, even Alia. There was just the pleasure and the movement of bodies against each other, rubbing against each other and soiling the sheets with sweat and other juices.

"Come with me back to Lena's lair," Alia sighed into Chastity's over-stimulated pussy. "It's all done up like the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg. A real palace, Chastity. You'll love it there. Just come with me and talk to Lena, she'll convince you if I can't."

"You said that about the orgy, and look what I've got myself into," Chastity exclaimed.

"You know, that was a decision you made yourself," Alia replied a little harshly. She was beginning to get irritated by Chastity's constant whining. "It might have been what I wanted for you, but you decided on your own."

"After you got me so fucking horny that I couldn't think straight!" Chastity replied, with some anger.

"Well, the fact of the matter is, you're a sea nymph now and you're going to have to deal with it. Believe me, in time you'll learn to love it. But until then, things are going to be a little rough. Didn't I promise I'd help cushion the transition for you?"

"I don't want you to!" Chastity exclaimed. "Don't you see? When I had everything, you were all that mattered to me. But now you're all I have, and that's not enough. I can't let you control everything. I have to make decisions myself. Can't you understand this? I'm not going to just run off and slit my wrists like you did. I don't want you to hold my hand. I want to go out and do what I can in this world. I don't want to banish myself to the waters and go on some damn quest against some company I don't care about one way or another."

"You're just being selfish and stupid," Alia said, trying to grab Chastity's shoulder, as if holding her would somehow make her understand.

"Maybe I am!" Chastity said, brushing her friend's hand away. "And maybe I'm completely out of my mind, too, because everything you've been telling me makes total sense. But I'm going to home anyway, and I'm going to see first hand what happens. You're not God, you don't know anything for sure, and maybe, just maybe there's a chance that things will work out for me. It doesn't have to be the way you think it will be. I don't have to rape my father. I can change things. I know I can. I'm going to go, and you can't stop me."
"It's not your mistake to make. You belong to us now, Chastity. You're one of us, and you have to learn to fit in."

"Never!" Chastity shouted. "Never! I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm not going to participate in orgies and take on oil rigs. I'm not! Just because you changed me doesn't mean that I'm any different. Don't you see that? You're condemning me to death down there. It's like you're trying to bury me at sea. I will not go. I won't."

"Fine then, go. Fuck up the life you had, make everyone hate you, and leave it to me to explain to Lena what you are up to and why. I can wait. You'll come crawling back to us, begging to be admitted to our orgies, and we will be waiting. We alone will accept you for what you are. Remember that!"

"Fuck you!" Chastity shouted. "I will never come back to you sinful bitches! I don't want any part of your damn politics, and I refuse to take orders from any hundred-year-old megalomaniac princesses. So piss off, and leave me to do what I want for once."

And then Chastity turned and sprinted down the stairs without waiting another moment. Her feet carried her quickly, and she had no time or energy to wonder why or where she was running.

She didn't notice the people staring at her nakedness, for people seemed to no longer matter. Nothing mattered, as long as she kept moving her legs, faster and faster until she seemed to fly along at an unnatural pace.

She would not give up. She would not give in. She was going to continue running forward.

She felt an arm on her shoulder, and without noticing, threw the person to the ground without changing her gait. She had to keep moving. Has it been Alia, come to stop her, to haul her under the waves, where Chastity knew she didn't belong? Was it a cop? Or simply a stranger trying to see if she was okay, or to have his way with her? She didn't care. She had to keep moving.

Her stomach ached just below the belly button and her crotch was aflame. She was horny, oh so horny, and the racing of her heart and the pounding of her bare feet on the sand stubbornly refused to satisfy her.

"Damn this curse!" she thought. "Damn it! I will not accept it. I shan't!"

Her legs pushed her onwards.

Chastity sunk into the water, and it felt cold and pleasant on her skin. But she refused to be comforted by it. She refused to trust the unnatural pull that was tugging her onward. She would not disappear at sea. That was not her fate! It wasn't. She was stronger than this. She was. She couldn't be a proper woman, not anymore, but she had her convictions, and they told her that she didn't belong to these strange women, not yet. She belonged to herself, and she was going to prove it. She was going to run.

Something seemed to pull her down and under, deeper and deeper to the edge of the continental shelf. She swam one way and then the over, fighting its pull with every ounce of willpower she had. She would not go! She would not go!

For heaven sake, she would not go!

She pushed herself onwards. Her breasts were beginning to ache and her nipples were rock-hard. But she couldn't stop to alleviate the tension that was coursing through herself. She too was busy fighting the pull of the water.

Onward and onward she went, feeling divided between one set of powerful desires and another. All this time, she could not give herself either. She just had to keep moving, as though her life depended on it.

Some time around sunset, she pulled herself out of the water and collapsed on a small sandy beach somewhere. She didn't have a map or any sense of direction, except the drive to pull away from the force that tugged her towards the ocean. Her body was wet and covered with kelp, and she felt that she didn't have a ounce of strength left in any of her muscles. She felt both triumphant and defeated, for she had ignored the pull, and yet she had no idea how to get to where she wanted to be and no strength to attempt to move.

The sunset was so beautiful it seemed to warm her heart, and she reached a hand between her legs and began to move it back and forth to pleasure herself. Oh, it was so pitiful, she thought. So incredibly pitiful. Why has she been running so? She had no idea, only a feeling that somehow she still needed to do something very important, though she didn't really know what.

Her movements on her clit grew stronger and faster and she pulled herself over so that she was on her back and could pleasure herself better.

Maybe she could get a job in a red light district. That would satisfy two of her needs at once. Yes, perhaps she could be a prostitute. Although she has never dreamed of selling herself before, it seemed better than being a slave to the nymphs.

But she didn't know the first thing about prostitution, and from what she heard, she'd have to be very clever not to get chained to an abusive pimp. She didn't want to worry about garbage like that. It seemed too mundane.

She continued to stroke her clit and the little shivers of pleasure that coursed through her seemed to take the pain away. It almost made her laugh.

Her ankles were still in the ocean and the waves crashed around her. She felt very peaceful, and despite her fear of sea nymphs, she slowly fell asleep.

---

Chastity awoke to find herself on a bed in a little cottage. Once again, everything that happened to her in the last twenty-four hours had seemed like a dream.

She yanked the blankets off of herself and realized that she was wearing a man's shirt, which she pulled off hastily. The material felt too rough against her skin.

"Hey, wait a minute! You shouldn't take that off. You shouldn't let your body temperature drop too much. You were really cold when I found you. I found you lying on the beach like a dead body washed up on shore, but you were breathing and had a steady pulse, so I figured you were still among the living. There was no one else around, so I figured I'd haul you back to my cabin and see if I could warm you up. By the way, what happened, if you don't mind me asking? Were you in some kind of shipwreck or boating accident?"

"Something like that," Chastity said hastily. "And if you don't mind, I'm really warm enough, so I'd rather not wear anything."

"What are you, some sort of radical nudist?"

Chastity nodded. "Yeah. Something like that. Anyway, I can't stand to wear too much clothing. It feels funny."

"Ah, too sensitive to touch, my son's like that. He has to get special treatment for it. You're not autistic, are you?"

Chastity just shrugged. "Just don't ask me to put anything on, if you don't mind."

"You know, we really ought to take you into town and have a doctor look at you. You might have injuries after that accident."

"I don't think that will be a problem. I'm told I heal quickly," Chastity said.

The man laughed. "Yeah, that's what they all say. You're probably the third woman I've pulled off the beach this summer, though you're the first one with a sense of humor."

Chastity blushed. The man was obviously flirting with her. She was very horny, and the bulge in the man's pants was looking very appealing.

Did he intend to have her sleep with him in exchange for pulling her from the beach? Chastity hoped so.

She got up from the bed and watched the man take in the way her breasts jiggled as she moved. Yes, he wanted her. She could almost smell it. Oh, it was so delicious. She felt herself lick her lips. She was so damn horny, and his cock looked so tasty though the material of his pants.

She unzipped his pants before she knew she had done it. Her mouth was around his stiff member. Oh, it felt so good! Her mouth was actually watering. Damn, it was so good!

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making him moan heavily. Oh! She loved the sound. She loved the way she seemed to control him, to bring him to life by sucking on him, as though she was giving him CPR.

And she loved the feel of his flesh in her mouth. It made her feel fuller, more alive. Oh, why did it always have to be so damn good? How could she possibly stop wanting it?

"I want you to fuck me," Chastity moaned, pulling the man's cock out of her mouth and rubbing it against her cheek.

The man sighed.

"Oh, no, I would be taking advantage of you," the man said, though it was obvious that he wanted to sleep with her very badly. His hands were actually shaking in suppressed lust.

"You'd be mean to me if you didn't," Chastity said, stroking her clit and opening herself up wide so that the man could see all the way down her velvety interior. "See how fucking damp I am? See how much I need you to stuff that big, juicy cock of yours in me?"

The man moaned. Oh, why did she love that sound so much? She was such a damn slut!

"Come on. Fill me up. I want to feel that cock of yours. I need to have it!" Chastity whimpered.

The man didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed his cock in his hand and navigated it into her, making her moan as the head pushed into her pussy. It felt so, so good!

He began to ease himself in and out of her slowly, and it was obvious he was afraid he would come too quickly. Chastity sighed. She wanted to be fucked hard, but she didn't want it to be over quickly. What she wouldn't give for three men to fuck her, one after the other! Bang, bang, bang! Oh, thinking about that sent a delicious little shiver through her body. Was she going to come already? She was such a little slut. But damn, it felt so good!

The man moaned and whispered in her ear. "You are so damn hot! You make me want to do so many dirty things."

Chastity laughed. She liked the way his words tickled her ear. It made her feel like she was going to come. Oh! Oh! Oh!

She felt the man's cock knock against her cervix. It made her gasp. How many times had she felt that before? Every time felt like the first. She must be a very bad girl, very naughty indeed. But she didn't care. It felt too good.

She came explosively, the sensation coursing through her like a tidal wave. Oh, damn. Why did it always have to be like that? Why did it have to feel so good? "I'm going to come soon," the man grunted. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"Oh, no. Come inside me!" Chastity gasped, clutching at her own breasts as her orgasm began to subside. "I want you to come inside of me and then eat the cum from my pussy. That's what I like best in the world."

The man laughed. "You really are a horny slut," he said as he began to shoot his hot load into her eager pussy. Chastity moaned as his cock twitched inside of her. Oh! It felt so good!

She propped herself up against the bed and the man spread her legs far apart. She loved the way she felt just before someone gave her oral sex. The anticipation was so delicious, and the cold air on her pussy was intoxicating.

"Oh! Do it!" Chastity moaned. She had her left breast in her hand and was licking her nipple while she waited eagerly for him to pleasure her. "I want you to eat me out good!"

The man groaned. It was obvious that he enjoyed dirty talk.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, getting down on his hands and knees to eat his seed from her cunt.

The moment his tongue touched her pussy, Chastity came again. Her whole body shook. Oh! She loved to come. Every orgasm felt so familiar and so new at the same time. Would she ever get used to it?

The man's jaw worked hungrily on her pussy as he lapped up her flowing juices. Every little touch felt like magic. Chastity couldn't get enough. She had to resist the urge to push his head closer to herself to make the sensation just a little stronger.

She came again, moaning like a whore. She felt so good. It seemed like she was capable of having one orgasm after another for an entire lifetime and never be satisfied. She smiled a slutty little smile, somehow proud of her naughtiness.

She came again and again, maybe ten or more times before the man's jaw became too tired and he had to stop. By that time, his cock was hard again, so he pulled her into his bed, where they fucked all night.

In the morning, the man kissed her passionately and fed her eggs and toast, which she ate by the mouthful, letting pieces dribble down her chin and onto her breasts.

The man giggled and ate the food right off her face and body.

She laughed too, and before long they were in bed again, and he feasted from between her legs and she sucked the cum from his cock.

It was three days before she was able to tear herself away from him. He only let her go with the promise that she would return if she needed anything.

He gave her a backpack, a compass and a map. Chastity found that she could she could wear the backpack.

She walked on inland roads, fearing her attraction to water. She slept where she could and with whoever she could. She seduced hikers, and passerbys, even gave a couple of thrills to some little old ladies. It was a lot of fun.

Every single time, she found herself strangely enchanted with sex and a little uneasy about how desperate her body was for more action.

She avoided major cities whenever possible, because she didn't want to worry about police officers and other such characters asking her questions. Her body still stubbornly refused to accept clothing.

It was almost a month before she made it home to Portland, and by that time she looked like a wild woman. She looked a bit like a sage off a mountain top, except without the long beard. And she had probably had quite a bit more sex than the average sage.

Chastity had a oddly satisfied grin on her face when she walked into the little suburb where she had grown up.

She made it. She could live through this, she had a real chance. Her destiny wasn't completely determined, not yet.

She gave the cashier a blowjob in exchange for a hamburger at a little fast food place a block from her father's house, and have herself maybe thirty orgasms in the one-stall bathroom off to the side of the dinning room. She wanted to be very sexually satisfied before she tried talking to her father.

She stepped out the of restaurant and was instantly surrounded by a group of ten men. They were all horny and pathetic. Chastity has not seen a group of people this large for weeks, and was a bit scared. Their intentions towards her seemed less than honorable.

One of the fellows called her a dirty name that made her cringe in disgust. Almost automatically, she cursed at him.

Another man approached her and tried to grab her by the arm, undoubtedly to have his way with her. She twisted around and kneed him in the crotch. She was up for a little fun, but not with people who were going to be rude about it.

The fellow crumpled to the ground, grasping at his crotch dramatically like they do in cheesy television shows, and it almost made Chastity laugh to see it. She stared down the bastard who had insulted her, and he backed away just a little before he caught himself.

"Damn bitch, what's up your ass? All we want is to show you a good time!" The fellow stammered, trying to look cool.

"You don't know how to treat a lady," Chastity said. "I bet you wouldn't even last a minute."

"I've got the goods you need," the man said, stupidly clutching his own crotch. The other guys laughed as if he said something brilliant. He sneered at Chastity, as though she almost wasn't worth the effort of raping.

"Go to hell!" Chastity said, literally spitting in the man's face. He lunged at her and Chastity surprised herself by throwing a beautiful axe kick that landed on the side of his head. The man collapsed to the ground, bleeding heavily. It has been forever since that women's self defense class she took in high school, but still she seemed to remember something.

"You're not worth fucking!" she shouted at the men and ran. The men moved as if to follow her, but they were started by the speed with which Chastity dispatched two of their number, and before they could figure out what to do, she disappeared behind a building.

Chastity thought she felt someone grab her shoulder and turned, but she must have imagined it because there was no one there.

"Assholes," she said, panting to catch her breath. "Who the hell would like being treated like that?"

What happened to her little suburb? Had it gone downhill since she left for college a year ago? Or was it because she changed? She was told that men would find any chance to take advantage of her, but she hadn't really believed it. The nuns at school were so damn conservative, it would be just like them to make up things like that.

She didn't want to admit it, especially after she had come so far and with so much success, but maybe Alia had a point. Things weren't easy if you couldn't wear clothing and had to get laid every few minutes.

Chastity shook her head. She wasn't going to let herself get disheartened, not now. She had to talk to her father. She had to get him to listen to her, to accept the changes that happened to her. But how to do a thing like that? It seemed incredibly difficult, if not impossible. No wonder Alia hadn't even bothered to contact her parents. Chastity's heart ached and she could hardly move.

She felt someone approach her from behind and turned just in time to feel a punch connect to her chest. Her heart seemed to knock painfully against her rib cage. It felt like she couldn't breathe. She fell over backwards and just narrowly missed hitting her head on the pavement.

She struggled to get up but he was on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground. Her legs were free and she tried to use them to knee him, but it didn't seem to do any good.

The man on top of her let go of one of her arms so he could use his hand to fish his cock out of his pants, and she used the opportunity to shoot her hips up, pushing him off of her.

She got up quickly and ran in the direction of her home. For the first time, the hard ground seemed to hurt her bare feet, and she felt mortally afraid.

Did she somehow earn this pain for the ecstasy she had with every climax? Did it really turn her into a dirty woman like she had thought it would, like she had been raised to believe?

She felt someone grab her by the hair, and she screamed. She saw someone close their window hurriedly. Was this the world she had left, the world she so desperately wanted to be part of?

"Let me go, you goddamn son of a bitch!" Chastity said, spitting in the man's face as though she had become accustomed to that sort of thing. "Don't tell me you only can get it up if a woman fights you, you fucking pervert."

The man tugged at her hair and she felt her scalp begin to bleed. She hated this man. She hated him more than anyone in the world. She wanted him dead with every fiber of her being.

The man's grip on her hair loosened and he fell to the ground, his eyes unnaturally glazed over, trickles of blood and grey matter running from his ears, nose and mouth.

Chastity screamed and ran, suddenly even more frightened than she had been a moment ago. She knew that the man was dead.

She continued to run. The wind on her body felt like hands reaching to grab her and pull her down. She wanted to scream again, but she couldn't. Her voice was nearly gone. She jumped the little white picket fence that separated her father's front yard from the street, her muscles aching, and hammered on the front door.

The door opened and her father stepped towards her. She flung her arms around him and began to cry.

"Papa!" she sobbed into his big strong chest, feeling an odd mixture of exhaustion and relief. She just registered the smell of her father's sweat and cologne before she lost consciousness.