When Nadia was a little girl, her grandmother told her an old story. It had all the makings of a good fairy tale: a beautiful princess engaged to a man she did not love, an evil witch, a magical potion, and an eternal, unbreakable curse. Nadia would lay awake at night wishing that she, too, could be like the princess and run away from her life and her responsibilities. She was often lonely in her family's apartment in Moscow because her parents always worked and her grandparents worked too, and her one remaining great-grandmother was very old and smelled bad.

As Nadia grew older, the dream of the runaway princess refused to die, even when she found other ways to escape the boredom of her life. Nadia loved computers and became a very powerful hacker, she learned to fly airplanes and trained to be the fastest runner in her school. She slept with several men and even a few women. But where was her real escape? Where was the adventure? Where was the witch who lived on the edge of town, who sold the magic potion? Where was her eternal princess who cast herself into the waters? And how in all creation could she ever hope to find her?

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Chastity woke up feeling groggy. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying on a hospital bed with an IV in her arm, and that a doctor was examining what was still left of the wound on her head where the man had clawed her scalp. Chastity's pelvis ached like crazy and she immediately understood what that meant - she was horny. She licked her lips involuntarily. The doctor who was examining her was a really hot woman with a great figure.

Something was not right! She felt a strange unpleasant feeling on her skin and realized that she was wearing a hospital gown. She felt the sudden uncontrollable urge to simply rip it off so that it would stop bothering her sensitive skin, but she felt too weak to move. Maybe she hadn't completely woken up yet.

Her father saw her open her eyes and went to hold her hand. She was hit with a wave of love what was horribly mixed with lust for this man who had raised her. She felt ashamed of herself for wanting him, but she was beginning to get used to the idea that she was not exactly in control of things like that.

"Hi, precious," her father said with a forced smile, looking down at Chastity. She tried to smile back, but it might have looked more like a grimace. She couldn't tell, she was suppressing the urge to bolt so badly.

"Daddy, what's going on here?" she asked. "What are we doing in a hospital?"

"You were bleeding. I didn't know what to do," her father said, sounding a little shaken. "You showed up out of nowhere, your head bleeding, without any clothing. I thought something, you know, might have happened."

Chastity blushed. Her father thought that she had been raped. That was what the men outside the hamburger shop had been planning before she kicked their butts, but if there was semen in her, chances were it was from a consensual encounter.

"I'm... I'm alright," Chastity said weakly. Why wasn't she waking up?

"Hello, my name is Dr. Susan Weiss. Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked.

"Yes. The hospital," Chastity answered. "But I don't know what day it is. I've been away from calendars for some time. Is it still August?"

"No, it's September now," the beautiful doctor said. She nervously pushed back a lock of brown hair, and the gesture made Chastity gasp with longing. "It looks like this old scar on your head broke open and bled. It closed on its own by the time you got here, so you won't need any sutures. But we are concerned because you lost consciousness and because the circumstances are, well, disconcerting. If you don't mind, the police would like to come in and question you. And we need your permission to do a rape kit."

"Rape kit?!" Chastity exclaimed. "I don't need that." She began to struggle. She wanted to be gone from this place. She wanted the damn needle out of her arm. She wanted this hateful gown off her body. She felt as though hives appeared on her skin where it was rubbing against her. Her pussy was practically burning up in the fire that raged down there. Not only the people in the room, but even random objects were beginning to look very attractive to her.

"I have to go," she said, a little too loudly. She felt like she was going out of her mind. The lights were too bright and her head was spinning. Everything was so sterile and metallic, it chilled her to the bone. "I don't want to talk to the police, I don't want to talk to anyone."

"The police just want to find out what happened to you so they whoever is to blame can be caught. You do want the people who hurt you to be punished, don't you?"

"I don't care!" Chastity screamed. Her hands began to rip and tear at the gown in her eagerness to get it off. The doctor tried to restrain her and her father tried to help, but the IV ripped out of her arm the wound bled just a little before closing up as though it never existed.

"Don't struggle. No one is trying to hurt you!" the doctor said. "We just want to help."

"It hurts. The gown is hurting me. I need to take it off.. Please, please, I need to get it off!" Chastity screamed with tears in her eyes.

She felt something shoot into her arm. What was happening to her? Why was she here? No! No!

The world seemed to be spinning and fading out at once, leaving her oddly panicked and nauseous. The pain in her loins seemed to become even more intense. She wanted to be anywhere but this hospital. Anywhere. Slowly and painfully, she lost consciousness.

She woke up in her princess bed wearing a fluffy white nightgown, which she quickly pulled over her head so leave herself pleasantly naked.

The feel of the air on her skin was so refreshing, like a gulp of air after struggling to thrust her head above the water.

She spread her legs apart and slowly began to finger her clit, enjoying the priceless little shivers it sent through her deprived body. She was already sopping wet and her fingers slipped off her clit easily and dipped into her waiting hole, where she trust them in and out, fucking herself. God, that felt good! It seemed like an eternity since the last time she felt such a pleasant sensation. And such a juxtaposition, her very adult body so wrapped up in pleasure on the bed she had used as a little girl. It felt almost incestuous, it was so taboo.

Chastity sucked on her own nipples, massaging her breasts as though to bring them back to life. Oh, how long has it been since she felt so good? It was hard to believe that she had given a man a blowjob only a matter of hours ago. She felt so deprived! Her mouth longed for a nice plump cock to suck on. The thought alone was enough to make her jaw ache in longing, and she quickly climaxed, leaving a noticeable slime trail on her bed sheet.

She heard a knock at the door and quickly covered herself with a blanket. Shit! The material made her skin itch, but she forced herself to put up with it. She didn't want her father to see her naked!

Her bedroom door opened and her father walked in. Chastity found herself staring at the bulge in his pants with longing, her already sopping wet pussy getting even wetter.

"What, did they teach you to sleep naked in college or something?" her father asked, motioning towards the blanket she was covering herself with.

"Something like that," Chastity replied nervously. She didn't like having this kind of conversation with her father, especially when she was really horny.

"Well I guess it's none of my business what you do at school, but I wish you'd have the decency to wear clothing while you were staying under my roof."

"Papa, I can't!" Chastity burst out tears welling in her eyes. "Something's happened to me and now everything's different. I can't wear clothing. I can't stand the way it feels, and any injury I get heals in a matter of seconds... and... and..." She couldn't mention the rest. How could she tell her father that she was always horny? That she needed to fuck five or six guys a day or her groin would begin to burn and she could barely breathe? Let alone the tale of the nymphs and the orgy that had transformed her. It was like there was suddenly this invisible barrier that divided her from everything she cared about, and it frustrated her. Why? Why did she need to be excluded? She still loved her father, even if she couldn't help the dirty thoughts that were going through her head. She was still the same woman she was a month ago, only everything else seemed different.

Her father sat back and seemed to think about what she said.

"You know the trouble I had getting you discharged from the hospital? I had to promise them I'd talk to you about rape counseling. Now, I don't know what happened to you, but you're just not acting normal," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm not normal! That's what I'm trying to tell you," Chastity said. "Do I have to prove it?" She got up and went to the little mirror over her dresser she had used since she was a little girl and knocked her hand through it.

Her father stood up panicked, thinking she had surely gone insane. He tried to pull her away and examine the wound. She wanted to reach out and kiss him. But instead, she simply wiped the fresh blood off with the bed sheet, revealing her fleshly healed hand underneath.

"You know, I don't have an old scar on my head," she said reasonably. "The doctor only thought I did because the wound healed so quickly. Don't you see? It's a gift. It's something special. And back in Canada, there's a group of women who want me desperately, they want me to come back to them so they can fight some war against the McKinley company. Isn't that a blast? And I left them because I missed you and Mike and school, and I don't want to be so different! Why can't I just fit back in?"

Her father seemed stunned for a moment, as though there was just too much for his brain to absorb. And at that moment, Chastity lost control and pounced, kissing her father roughly on the lips, her breasts pushing up against her torso. And so confused and aroused he was that he didn't push her away but kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her back to hold her as though it were a normal hug. She felt his cock begin to harden against her, and it drove her crazy with repressed desire. Her pussy burned, and there was no helping it. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted him to be the one to fuck her. Maybe that had been the real reason she had traveled so far to come home. It seemed possible, but the thought made tears form in her eyes.

"I want you," Chastity cooed in her father's ear, and she felt a shiver run through him. How could he become so horny so easily? How could he want her, this man who had raised her from a child, who always told her right from wrong? What was going on? Was this part of her new life? Could she have any man she wanted, no matter how twisted the desire was? She didn't know.

She forced herself to back away and set herself down on the edge of her princess bed. She spread her legs apart and ran a finger along her slit. Her father groaned appreciatively. She could tell that she was making him very horny. She had fucked so many men over the last few months that she could almost smell it on him.

Her father fumbled ineptly with his belt and pants, trying to pull is cock out. Chastity saw it almost as an affectionate gesture, but it sent a shiver through her, as though her father was removing his belt to whip her with it, which was oddly not unappealing.

Chastity spread her pussy lips apart to give him a good look at her insides.

"Isn't this the prettiest cunt you've ever seen?" she laughed. She was dripping wet and her pussy was glistening with juices.

"Oh yes," her father breathed, practically drooling. "So... beautiful."

This made her giggle with joy, as though he was tickling her.

"Come, why don't you tell me how desperately you want me," Chastity said, completely and recklessly intoxicated by his fierce attention.

Her father moaned. "Oh, don't torment me! I know I shouldn't want you at all and it tears me up. But I do! I do!"

He looked like he was about to cry, and she wrapped a arm around him.

"Sometimes you can't help what you want," she said knowledgably, kissing the top of his head. "And sometimes it's good that you can't."

Chastity laid down on the bed, almost as though she were going to sleep, but instead she spread her legs apart for her father and beckoned for him to come lie on top of her.

He propped himself up on his elbows so that he wouldn't put too much of his weight on her at once and kissed her roughly on the neck, as though he wanted to suck her flesh into him. He shifted his weight forward so that he could take his hard cock in his hand and begin to navigate it towards her hole, rubbing it mercilessly on her lips and clit and making her squirm with anticipation.

Chastity felt like she might come when he pushed into her, the sensation was so strong. She felt so deliciously full and at the same time so awake, so alive, as though every nerve she had was firing at once. Her father began to thrust in and out in and out, rocking his hips like a starved man, his hands touching her all over, further stimulating her breasts, belly and clit.

Everything he did seemed to be so right, so much better than anything Chastity could have instructed him to do, as though he knew her body better than she did. Perhaps he had been admiring her for some time now. She didn't know what fantasies had gone through his head when she was been in high school, and had honestly never thought of it.

Had he masturbated while looking at her graduation picture? Did he imagine the women in his dirty magazines to have her face and body?

She thought of herself lying in her bed as a young woman, beginning to feel the hunger that she didn't really understand, and imagining her father's big strong hands touching her all over. How long had she wanted him? Had she really wanted him, or was it all the effect of the curse?

No, she had wanted him before. She thought of the juices that flooded her panties as she used to lie in her bed half-awake. She didn't understand what it meant then, only that she felt slightly sinful and that something made her breasts ache. But know she understood the longing. It was the same as that desperate fire she had constantly felt since that time on the beach. It was the lust that consumed her life. For how long had she been so desperately horny? It seemed impossible to guess.

She had always thought of herself as innocent and chaste, she never noticed the dark desires she always suppressed, and it made her shiver to realize it.

Her father kissed her roughly on the lips. The feel of his mouth on hers was so warm so loving and so filled with emotion that it almost overwhelmed her. She opened her lips wide so he could put his tongue in her. It was so different from the tongues of the other men she met on her travels. As before, she felt every little touch against her mouth, as she did every little movement of his hands and cock, but somehow it felt more magical, more intimate than anything she ever experienced with anyone else.

"Oh, Papa!" she moaned as he kissed her neck. "Oh! You make it feel so good."

Her father groaned and his pace in her increased, doubling the sensation as he continued to thrust his way frantically in and out of her.

Chastity clutched at her own breasts in desperation. They felt so large, so heavy, she was almost afraid she'd lose control of them if she forgot to hold on to them. Or perhaps she was afraid she'd give herself whiplash.

She could feel her father knock against her g-spot. It was a delicious sensation, so intense it was almost indistinguishable from an incredibly pleasurable pain.

She wanted to come more than anything. She was so horny. Her pussy sloshed with every single thrust, and the sound coupled with the pleasure was almost hypnotizing.

Her crotch ached with longing so much that it felt like she was falling apart on the inside. But she knew she wasn't going to come yet. Her own body was acting against her. Her pleasure threshold was too high, it was infuriating.

She felt like a little girl being denied candy. She sat up to rub her own clit while her father continued to fuck her, and immediately the sensation flooded over her like a great tidal wave. It was so strong and sweet that she could hardly stand it, yet she loved every moment of it.

Her father began to slow down as though he was reluctant to come and end their kinky adventure. But he smiled brightly, very happy with himself for the orgasm he had helped give Chastity.

He bent over and kissed her roughly on the lips again, obviously enthralled by the texture and taste of her mouth.

Chastity gasped. No man had ever treated her like this before. No man had ever been this attentive or this knowledgeable.

Chastity's father sucked at her sensitive little nipples, making them ache even more. She felt like her whole breasts had become mounds of fire. She squeezed and messaged them as her father began to lick the nipples, teasing them to even greater hardness.

"Oh Papa, you're teasing me!" Chastity moaned. Her whole body was on fire again. She knew she could quickly come and that it would be every bit as powerful as her last orgasm. She wanted to come again. Her whole body told her so. She honestly didn't know how she could be so horny. It was too much, even for a supernatural being.

She felt her father begin to thrust again. He braced himself so that his upper body was lifted up into an arch, like a Halloween cat. His pace in her increased so quickly that she was afraid she was going to die.

Within ten thrusts, Chastity climaxed again. She was right. The sensation was every bit as good as the last one, maybe a little sharper and shorter, but definitely just as terribly and beautifully intense.

After twenty thrusts or so, her father pulled out and his cock erupted all over her breasts, leaving them all white and creamy with his cum.

He groaned and began to lick his seed off of her as though he were a cat lapping milk out of a bowl.

It really tickled, and Chastity laughed and squirmed, definitely enjoying the attention.

When the mess was gone, her father seemed to collapse on top of her and she reached out to hold him. He seemed like he was about to cry, and Chastity was trying to soothe him.

"What have I done? I shouldn't have molested you. What sort of father am I to do something like that to my own daughter! I'm a beast, I tell you, a beast! But I couldn't help myself, you were just so tempting. So damn seductive! And it's been so long."

"You didn't do anything to me that I didn't want you to," Chastity said, trying to make the words sound simple and logical. "You gave me exactly what I needed. I... I told you that I'm different now. I can't live long without, you know, sex, and I can't seem to resist any man that I come across, even you."

She felt a couple of tears begin to roll down her chin and tried to yell at them on the inside to go away. She was happy, she hasn't done anything wrong. She hasn't deliberately done anything to hurt anyone.

But she knew that something happened between her and her father, and that it changed everything. They couldn't go back to being the way they were any more than she could stop being a sea nymph. And that made her incredibly sad. It felt almost like when her mother died, an incredibly sharp feeling of loss. And no matter what she tried, she couldn't shake it off.

She continued to hold her father. It felt so right, like a simple embrace. If she didn't let go, she didn't have to feel bad. Even if it was stupid for her to be unhappy, she wanted to cling to him like she did when she used to have bad dreams.

The sun shone through the little window and the heat felt good on her nude body. Slowly but surely, she was lulled into sleep.
When she woke up, her father was gone. Had it all been dream? She couldn't believe that she'd fuck her own father, nymph or not. It just wasn't in her character!

She got up and walked into the kitchen. Her father was cooking breakfast and her brother Michael was sitting reading the newspaper. Chastity had almost forgotten that he came home for the summer to work at her father's construction company.

She ran and gave her brother a hug. He seemed rather embarrassed. It was only when his eyes wouldn't meet hers that she realized that her bare breasts were pressed against his torso. She could feel his cock beginning to swell against her.

"Leave your brother alone," her father said, without looking at her.

"For Christ's sake, Chastity! Why don't you have any clothing on?" her brother asked. He was obviously trying very hard to think only brotherly thoughts about the whole situation.

"Chastity is going through a nudist phase," her father answered before Chastity could open her mouth. "I think it's something she picked up in college."

"I am not going through a phase!" Chastity said, stamping her foot like a little girl. "How many times do I have to explain it to you?"

"At least once," her brother answered, folding up the newspaper and setting it down on the table. "So tell me, what is it you're going through if not a phase?"

"I'm a sea nymph," Chastity said. "I was magically changed over the summer in Canada."

"Oh, right, a sea nymph. I should have realized," her brother replied, grinning.

"Don't make me put my hand through anything else to prove it," Chastity said, balling her fist up as though she wanted to hit her brother. "I already demonstrated for Dad a couple of hours ago."

"Dad, is Chastity breaking things?" Michael asked incredulously. "Why in heaven's name didn't you tell me! Next thing you know, she'll be slitting her wrists like Mom did and no one will tell me about it! I'm sick of always being kept in the dark!"

Chastity picked up her brother's knife and pricked her finger with it and then wiped the blood off with his paper napkin, holding her finger up so he could watch the cut heal. The whole time her brother was on the edge of his seat, fighting the urge to jump up and get the knife away from Chastity.

"Now tell me that you think I'm psychotic! Tell me that I'm manic-depressive like Mom, huh? Get me a prescription for valium while you're at it, and make sure I get hooked!"

"Calm down, little sister!" Michael said, staring at his father who had gone back to cooking. "There's nothing to get so upset about. No one thinks you're insane."

"Well, I'm not!" she said, trying to force her voice to sound mild. "And neither was Mom."

"We will not be discussing your mother," her father said, putting eggs and toast on the kitchen table. "Now eat your breakfast and then go back to your room. You can't just walk around the house naked with grown men around. It's asking for trouble."

Chastity suppressed an evil laugh. She could tell from her father's inflection that she hadn't dreamt the hot sex she had with him. He was feeling guilty, but he still wanted her. She could feel that it was threatening to drive him mad.

She didn't like making everyone uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but be what she was. And she couldn't help but think that the sexual tension in the air was as much her family's fault as her own.

Her brother was simmering as he ate, and she could feel that he still had a bulge in his pants, without even looking.

Chastity ate her food quickly and went back to her room. She didn't feel like socializing at the moment, and decided she'd rather play with herself for a while than talk to her family.

She was beginning to wonder if Alia had the right idea, running away from her family without a single word. She messed up her father by sleeping with him. He wasn't the sort who took his own faults lightly. But then again, he'd probably come around. He wasn't really half bad, and he did love her.

She began fingering herself, gently teasing her clit until she was so horny she could hardly take it. She pumped a couple of fingers in and out of her hole, making herself squirm on the edge of her bed. If she had known how much fun it was to play with herself before she became a sea nymph, she probably would have never left the house.

She giggled merrily, enjoying the sensations that trickled through her body.

The door opened and her brother walked into the bedroom. His jaw dropped when he saw Chastity's hands so expertly toying with herself.

"Please, don't pretend you walked in on me by accident," Chastity said, dramatically bringing herself to orgasm to give her brother a better show. "You've had a hard-on for me for years."

"I'm worried about you, little sis," Michael replied evenly, though his eyes never left her breasts and pussy. "You've been acting strangely. I wanted to see if I could do anything to help."

"Well, you could share that lovely cock of yours with me! It's hard to give myself a proper fucking with just fingers," Chastity said, staring her brother in the eye as though this was a showdown that she intended to win.

"Stop being vulgar," her brother said, adjusting his crotch ever-so-slightly in his pants as he continued to stare.

"Oh, fine. Be boring!" Chastity said and went back to playing with herself. "I need my after-breakfast fuck. If you're not willing to oblige me, then I'll just have to do it myself."

Her brother opened the bedroom door a crack and looked out, as if scanning the hallway for something. He closed the door abruptly and turned to face his sister.

"Ok, ok. I'm not normally one to turn down a good fuck, even if it is with my little sister. But what if Dad found out? He'd kill me!"

Chastity laughed. "Oh, don't worry about Dad, I fucked him before breakfast."

Her brother stared at her open-mouthed, completely incapable of believing his ears.

"You what?" he exclaimed. "No, you couldn't have. Dad's been going to a urologist because he hasn't been able to get it up since Mom died."

"Well, he sure as hell got it up for me," Chastity said. "I suppose he must be feeling guilty about it now and that's why he treated me so badly at the table."

Michael laughed. "You always did know how to get to people. I guess that's why I used to enjoy hanging out with you so much as a kid. I never knew what you would do next."

"Oh, come on!" Chastity replied. "You know I never used to do anything interesting."

"Of course you did," her brother laughed. "You always came along when I went to buy dirty magazines, and you never told Mom or Dad. I always thought that was really cool of you."

Chastity laughed. She had never really thought about herself that way, but she decided that she liked it, as though her brother's good opinion somehow eased some of the pain she had been suffering since her transition.

"Come here and fuck me. You know you want to," Chastity said, spreading her legs apart so that her brother couldn't help but stare at her lovely pussy. "I haven't quite got my quota of cock for the day yet."

Her brother gulped, his eyes fixed on his sister's body. "On a second thought, I couldn't possibly do something like that," he protested weakly.

"That's bulge in your pants seems to indicate otherwise," Chastity said, rubbing her clit playfully, her eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. "What are you waiting for?" she added, continuing to finger herself.

"You want me to just drop my pants and fuck my little sister?"

"Yes, that's what I'm asking," Chastity said. "But if you're not man enough, you can just stand there with your mouth open, drooling, while I masturbate. I suppose I don't mind."

"What are you, some sort of nympho?" her brother asked.

Chastity just laughed.

"Come on over here," she said, motioning seductively with her hand. Her brother simply came over as though he was completely under her control, or as though the last of his inhibition has suddenly been conquered.

He slipped out of his clothing quickly and thrust his cock into his sister, right where she was at the edge of her bed, even though he had to struggle to keep himself in position.

The penetration was very deep and Chastity moaned as her brother's cock knocked against her cervix. Her pussy, which was already completely soaked, began to overflow with juices, which ran down her legs all the way down to the wood floor of her bedroom.

Her brother grunted. His cock slid in and out of her, almost too easily. But his legs were burning from holding the awkward position for so long, and he pushed Chastity backwards onto the bed, landing on top of her. He passionately kissed her mouth and neck as though he couldn't get enough of the taste of her flesh.

Chastity moaned softly as her brother continued to thrust in and out of her. It felt so good, as though she had wanted this for a long time but never before gotten it. Her pussy was so wet that she was completely soiling the bed sheets. The cock in her seemed to be pumping life into her as they continued to fuck, first in one position and then another. Chastity wrapped her legs around her brother's torso as if to hold him in place, as though she was afraid that he would leave her if she let go. The change in angle made his thrusts penetrate even deeper.

Michael pushed Chastity's legs far apart with his arms and continued to thrust, a greedy little smirk on his face, as though he enjoyed the power he had over her.

Chastity climaxed, her body convulsing uncontrollably in ecstasy, a stream of juice squirting from her pussy. A moment later, her brother came, injecting his hot load deep inside her body.

He laughed softly, as though he had just told a dirty joke.

"Shit, you really are a horny bitch," he said, his voice shaking in laughter. "You ejaculated more than I did. We're going to have to wash the sheets."

"Don't bother," Chastity said with a giggle. "I like the smell of sex." She could tell that her words were stimulating her brother. He reached out to grab her breasts from behind, roughly kissing the back of her neck.

Her father walked into the bedroom wearing his bathrobe, looking as though he expected to get laid. His jaw dropped when he saw his two kids making out with each other.

Michael made to cover himself, but Chastity simply stood her ground, not really having anything to cover herself with.

Her father's face began to harden, as though he was seeing what Chastity had become for the first time and didn't like it.

Chastity smiled slightly, feeling deliciously sinful.

"Come on, Daddy. I can't get all my sex from you, there's a limit to how many times a day a man your age can get it up."

"But your own brother! How low can you get? You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

Chastity felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. No matter how stupidly her father was acting, it was hard for her to hear someone she loved saying such hateful things about her. She held her head very straight and made herself not cry. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

"If I knew you were going to be so stupid about it, I might not have come home in the first place!" she exclaimed, trying desperately to keep her voice from shaking. She didn't really know what she was saying and didn't really care. She needed to say something, whatever it ended up meaning. "I am what I am. You can either accept that or you can't have me in your life at all. It's your decision."

"Don't you understand? I just want what's in your best interest," her father said, his voice and his face as hard as the erection that pushed against the fabric of his robe. "I want you to be something respectable. What father doesn't want that for his daughter?"

"I can't be respectable anymore. I can't be responsible. I've been responsible all my life and it almost drove me mad! So I say fuck it, I'll have some fun."

Michael laughed, and their father turned his glare at him. Chastity could tell by the expression on her father's face that he was trying deceive himself into blaming her brother for her corruption, and she shook her head decidedly.

"There's no reason to blame anyone. I'm happy with how my life is now, honestly. I don't feel dishonored or anything, and I enjoy having a lot of sex. Besides, you didn't come into my bedroom to argue with me. You came because you really enjoyed having sex with me and wanted to do it again. Well I'm here, unoccupied, and I'm very willing to fuck you. So get off your damn high horse and do me already!"

Her father still seemed unconvinced, but Chastity began to remove his robe anyway, taking special care to brush against his erection while she did so. His cock seemed to jump to life. As aroused as he was already, his daughter's attention brought his desire to a whole new level.

Chastity knelt down and began sucking on her father's hard cock, loving the way it felt in her mouth, the way it was both hard and gummy at the same time.

Her brother moaned and began playing with his own cock, quickly teasing it back to an erection which he rubbed contentedly against the flesh of Chastity's back and butt.

Almost before she knew it, her brother had pressed himself into her butt, and the sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. Chastity burned all over, and his thrust seemed to rock the very core of her body.

She felt another jarring sensation and at first thought her brother's cock had grown to twice its girth, but soon realized that her father had put his cock in her pussy, so that her bottom seemed impossibly occupied. Chastity began to massage her breasts and sucking on her nipples, which felt so limp and unsatisfied compared to the rest of her body.

If she made any noise, she didn't know it. She was completely wrapped up in this new experience of being fucked by two people at once. She decided that she really liked it. It made her feel so powerful, so open and so vulnerable at once. It was completely intoxicating.

It seemed like only seconds before her first orgasm, and then she had her second, the feeling swelling in her to the point where it was almost overpowering.

After they came, her father and brother quickly brought themselves back to hardness against her sweat and juice-lubed body, and so they were able to continue in this manner well into the night.

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Chastity's return to her all-girls college was scandalous. She refused to wear the skimpy little uniform that the lewd-minded designers forced on the other girls, or any other clothing, for that matter. This was completely unheard of in the school's nearly hundred-year history.

Perhaps worse, Chastity was known to openly solicit the attentions of other students, often gathering the girls into massive orgies. There was no doubt that she ought to be expelled. She was a disgrace to the institution, and besides, she just didn't fit in. Surely it would be in her own best interest to attend a more liberal university, perhaps in California or New York.

The campus newsletter published a whole big article about the scandal, including a picture of Chastity in the buff, and though the paper was quickly pulled from circulation, it was not quick enough to keep reporters from becoming aware of the incident.

The college authorities were swamped with letters, some screaming for Chastity's removal and others threatening protests if she was expelled.

Chastity used the small sum of money she had saved away to buy vibrators, which she used in class to get herself off ten or twenty times as she listened to lectures, raising her hand to ask questions when she was not satisfied with her teacher's explanations.

And if she felt she wasn't learning anything useful, she'd simply get up and walk out of the class, taking the attention of the other girls off their lessons.

One day Chastity left class and slumped down on the little sidewalk that separated the lecture hall from the central courtyard. The warm sun felt good on her skin, but still, she wanted to punch something. Her head seemed to be swimming with meaningless details that refused to condense into a reasonable theory. She always seemed to feel this way after her biology classes, as though there was something entirely wrong with the field itself, and not just the way her professors were teaching it.

It reminded her of her summer program in marine biology, in which she had to prove that oil spills were good for the environment. Nothing seemed to fit into the picture she was told was right, and somehow she just couldn't make it work in her mind.

She stood up, brushing the dirt off her ass, and headed towards her dorm room. Outside the door was an express mail package. She picked it up to look at the return address, but it was marked with strange characters which she couldn't understand it at all.

Curious, Chastity sat down on her bed and opened the package. Out fell a collection of news clippings, including a couple of public relation articles about the McKinley Oil and Fishing company and a story of two female police officers who were thought to die in a car crash twenty years ago, but whose bodies were never recovered. At the very bottom there was a note in elegant female handwriting: "I hope you might help put the pieces together. Nadia."

Chastity threw everything into her trash can. Crazy people, she knew one of them would get through to her. It was only a matter of time, considering the publicity she was getting.

She decided she'd get on the computer and maybe look at porn or something. But the moment she logged onto her computer, a message popped up on the screen: "I'll be in the Portland area tomorrow at noon, hope we can talk. Nadia (Nadezhda S. Menshikova.)"

Chastity unplugged her computer from the wall in panic, practically tearing the power cord in the process. Her heart was racing and she was covered in cold sweat.

Who the hell was this woman who was tormenting her, and why wouldn't she leave her alone?

It was so aggravating. Just because she didn't wear clothing and needed to have sex about a million times a day, everyone was coming out of woodwork thinking they had the right to demand her time and attention, that they had the right to tell her how to live!

She wanted to break something, but somehow couldn't bring herself to do it. She did back-hand the wall a couple of times, but it was double-layered, and the drywall didn't crack.

Chastity got into the shower and let the water just run off of her. She felt so helpless and vulnerable. Why did everything have to be so difficult for her now? Why couldn't she just be invisible to everyone, like she had been before? Why couldn't she just fit and not have to think so hard about every little thing?

She was restless all night. She had convinced two girls from her dorm to sleep with her, but her mind was somewhere else, and in the morning she was as discontented as if she hadn't gotten laid in weeks.

She didn't have enough peace of mind to attend her morning classes, so she sat in the cafeteria instead, trying to take nibbles out of her cheeseburger and drinking far too much coffee.

Nadia didn't say how she intended to met her, and Chastity definitely wasn't going to the airport. In fact, she fully intended to avoid the meeting altogether.

But still, she couldn't help being a little curious. It took special talent to target a person's computer that way.

Maybe she was just a little bit impressed, and maybe she was just a little bit tempted to make the meeting, but even if she wanted to, she was powerless to do anything. She didn't know Nadia's flight number or hotel room or anything of the sort.

Chastity picked a little of the plastic-like cheese off the edge of her burger and put it in her mouth. It was better not to get involved, Chastity thought. She was barely getting by in college, and her life as a human might well be near an end. She really didn't need any more complications.
But somehow, it felt like her heart was breaking, like somehow she'd already fallen in love with this woman she had never met and their relationship was doomed from the start.

Chastity heard the sound of a helicopter flying overhead and turned to get a look at it. It descended on the grass of the quad, and a beautiful red-haired woman stepped out. She took one good look in Chastity's direction and big smile spread across her face.

Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail that trailed to just below her bottom, and though she was wearing a practical-looking leather coat and pants, they looked both expressive and elegant on her very feminine body. Chastity couldn't help staring, trying desperately to memorize every little detail.

She had never met a woman who looked so free, so powerful, unless it was the nymph Lena. But Lena always acted a bit like a bratty teenager. Chastity tried to compose her thoughts. She didn't want think about Lena now, nor Alia, not when she was struggling so much to fit into human society.

Chastity decided she would be better off walking out to meet the strange woman, who she was sure was Nadia. She got up from the table, leaving her food where it was. When she was close enough, the woman put out her hand. When Chastity shook her hand, Nadia pulled her closer and gave her a big hug, as though she was a friend she hadn't seen for years.

Other students began to gather, attracted by the sound of the helicopter's engine, and Chastity began to feel nervous and a little modest.

"Right, helicopters draw attention," Nadia said, as though she had just now realized it. Her voice was very clear and crisp, and she spoke slowly and with a bit of an accent. "Perhaps the two of us ought to go someplace more private. Your dorm room, perhaps?"

"What about the helicopter? You can't just leave it here," Chastity protested.

"I don't think anyone is going to steal it," Nadia replied with a elegant little chuckle.

"But it's got to be illegal! You could be arrested," Chastity said.

Nadia put her hand in her pocket and activated some sort of remote control. The chopper suddenly took off and disappeared into the distance.

"There, all better," Nadia said with a knowing smile. Chastity's mouth hung open.

"Impressive, yes? I programmed it myself. It was a bitch installing Linux onto this old Soviet chopper, but as you can see, it was well worth the effort," Nadia said, with a smile that could almost pass as modest.

"Wow!" Chastity replied, staring up at the aircraft as it soared out of the school grounds. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, directing her attention back to her new acquaintance. The two of them were heading up the stairs to Chastity's dorm room.

"It can wait," Nadia replied, unzipping her coat and adjusting her undershirt to show as much skin as possible. "It's been hours since I've had a good fuck."

Chastity laughed and pulled her keys out of her backpack to unlock the door.

Nadia sat down on Chastity's bed and spread her legs apart, touching herself through the material of her pants so suggestively that Chastity could hardly keep her hands to herself.

Chastity moved over towards her bed and pushed the other woman back until she fell on her back, her long red ponytail fanned out behind her neck. Chastity gasped and began struggling with Nadia's top, peeling the coat off her like the skin off a fruit. The package she had received yesterday was still in the garbage can by her desk, where she had roughly tossed it. Her black computer was in screensaver mode and scrolled Nadia's message across the screen.

Chastity unsnapped the buttons on Nadia's leather pants and pulled them down her legs. Nadia helped by wriggling out of them. Chastity was so shocked to see that Nadia wasn't wearing any panties that she had to use all her willpower to refrain from losing herself and eating Nadia's pussy. That was the one thing she could never let herself do, create other women like herself.

She hesitated for a second with her head between the other woman's legs, trying to brace herself against the sudden urge to do something what she really shouldn't. Nadia looked down at her with the face of a five-year-old ready to throw a temper tantrum.


Chastity stood back up and began to kiss Nadia roughly on the face and neck, her hands slipping beneath the shirt to clutch at her Nadia's round breasts. Nadia almost didn't react, as though she had missed out on what she really wanted and had no interest in anything else. Even when Chastity reached her hand down to her clit and began to rub it, Nadia only barely writhed under her touch.

"What's wrong? " Chastity asked, her hair draping down to the sides of Nadia's head. "Do you need to talk first, after all?"

Nadia smiled bravely, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She reached up and kissed Chastity hard on the mouth, stroking her back lovingly as she did so.

Chastity moaned around Nadia's mouth. Even after months as a nymph, it never ceased to surprise her now much she enjoyed something as simple as being kissed. But she refused to let herself get distracted. She reminded herself as she plunged two of her fingers into Nadia's pussy, she wasn't going to lose herself. Nadia was stalling and she didn't know why. Something about Chastity's hesitation to lick her pussy had bothered her. There was obviously more to this situation than Chastity realized.

Nadia's hand slipped down to Chastity's clit and she began to stroke it frantically, sending little shocks of pleasure through Chastity's body. It felt so good that Chastity almost forgot herself and let go of everything. She really was so easily manipulated by sex.

Chastity climaxed quickly, and Nadia seemed to come also. The two of them pumped their hips into each other, nearly crushing their hands in the process.

"Now let's talk!" Chastity said firmly. She sat up and wiped off some of the juices that were flowing down her leg. "I want you to tell me why you've gone through all the trouble of contacting me. I mean, for heaven's sake, you hacked into my computer! You landed a helicopter in the courtyard! You must want something from me."

"Right now, I want you to eat my pussy." Nadia whispered into her ear, wrapping her arms around Chastity's neck seductively.

Hearing Nadia talk like that had a powerfully affect on Chastity's body and she almost lost the last of her restraint. She only vaguely remember the inhibition, the promise to herself that she would make no other women be like her, which was the only thing that kept her tongue from all the other women's pussies the entire time she was at this university. The promise was like a faint spark in the back of her mind, burning brightly but at a great distance.

Chastity's tongue flicked against Nadia's upper inner thigh, as though she was teasing herself and Nadia, not quite giving either one of them what they really wanted. But the teasing was enough to make Nadia writhe in longing.

"Nadia!" Chastity moaned into the flesh of the other woman's leg. "I want to. I really, really want to, but I can't! Don't make me explain it to you."

"You don't have to explain," Nadia said, uncoiling her legs from around Chastity's neck and sitting up cross-legged on the bed, looking both proud and pouting. "You're under a spell. A curse, you might say. And you don't want to give it to me. But what you don't understand is that I know. That's why I went to all the trouble of finding you and making contact. I want to be what you are. It's been my dream ever since I was a little girl. I know all about your issues with the McKinley Company, and know I can be valuable to you. That's what I was trying to tell you with my messages. That's the reason for the flair."

Chastity couldn't help put feel a little hurt and used. Nadia was only interested in her because she was a nymph. There were no other feelings attached to this at all, not even the desire for good sex. There was no reason for it to be her. Any nymph would have done the trick, Persephone or Angelica or Stephanie or Lena. Lena?

"What did you say your last name was again?" Chastity asked.

"Menshikova," Nadia replied.

"So you're what, Lena's great-great granddaughter or something?" Chastity asked incredulously.

"Great-grand niece, actually," Nadia said, her eyes narrowing as if she was having trouble understanding what Chastity was saying or somehow couldn't believe they were talking about the same person. "But there would be many more greats than that. Elena Petrovna Menshikova disappeared during the time of Catherine the Great, or so family legends say. I'm assuming you know they are more than just legends, or am I wrong?"

"Wait. Hold on a minute. Catherine the Great?! What was that, late 1700s? Are you telling me that I spoke to a two-hundred-year-old woman?"

"So you have met Lena!" Nadia exclaimed, grabbing Chastity by the shoulders. "You've got to take me to her. I've got to see her with my own eyes. I need to know for sure that she is real!"

"I saw her a couple of months ago. I met her while I was doing research on Vancouver Island. But I don't have any reason to suspect that she's still there."

"Take me there anyway. There might be a trace of her we can track!" Nadia said, putting back on her jeans. Her face looked desperate, which was odd on such a powerful woman. Chastity found it almost frightening. "There has so be some clue, some lead. And if there isn't, what would be the loss? It would be a little vacation for the two of us. I have enough money to treat you like a queen. Imagine it! Moonlight walks on the beach, fucking all night in our own indoor Jacuzzi, any kind of food you want flown in from anywhere in the word. It would all be ours if you come with me."

"No. I'm not going back," Chastity said without hesitation. "You have no idea what I went through to leave them. I need to live my life the way I want. I can't let people like you and Lena tell me how to live my life. If I go back, I'll have to run away all over again. They might grab me and force me to stay. I can't live that way, I just can't!"

Nadia listened to Chastity as though she couldn't understand a word she said, although that of course was not the case.

"You have a chance to be something important, something that transcends reality as most people know it. You're going to give it up because of some fear of commitment?"

"That's not what I said at all. I never asked to be part of this stupid fight against the McKinley Company. I was dragged into it when they raped my best friend. Why would I ever want to be part of their group after they did something like that? I want no part of it!" Chastity had to stop herself. She was nearly yelling at this woman, who she hardly knew anything about. This wasn't the proper way to discuss important matters.

"I see," Nadia said, her voice even. "You feel about the nymphs the same way I feel about my apartment in Moscow. I suppose that can't be helped. I just wanted you for company, mostly. I get lonely on long plane trips and need constant stimulation. But since you don't want to go, please give me the coordinates for this beach and I'll go talk to them myself."

Chastity went to her desk to get the papers related to her trip, but she turned when she heard a beeping in Nadia's pocket.

Nadia swore loudly in Russian and pulled a device from her coat pocket that looked like a regular cell phone, but most probably wasn't.

"Fuck, I thought it would take longer than this for them to track me! Your Homeland Security budget must have paid off," Nadia said with a cynical grin.

"Don't tell me you're some kind of a terrorist!" Chastity said, almost impressed.

Nadia laughed. "Your security organizations couldn't tell a terrorist from a cat in a sack. Let's just say my presence in America is not welcome and chalk it up to old Cold War politics. You might also be interested that there are men when with questionable ethics and orders to take hostages headed towards your dorm room right this moment. You don't happen to have a back door, do you? Oh, I see there's a window."

"You're shitting me!" Chastity said.

"Afraid not," Nadia replied. "So, you're on the third floor. Good, if it was any higher, it wouldn't be safe to jump. I don't assume you've ever been parachuting?"

"Once with my brother, just before I started college," Chastity replied, feeling rather apprehensive.

"Good enough." Nadia said. She was opening the bathroom window and pulling off the screen. "You do remember: feet, butt, back, yes?"

"Yes," Chastity said breathlessly. Were they really going to jump? There didn't seem to be any real reason! No one was hammering on the door or anything. But there was the noise of cars outside, which bothered her.

"You've got to trust me," Nadia said. "Things like this have to be done quickly to escape capture. You go first. I'll be right behind you."

"You've got to be kidding!" Chastity protested, looking down at the manicured lawn three stories down and the little bit of sidewalk that separated it from the wall of the dorm building. "This is like a leap of faith or something. How do I even know for sure that you'll follow me?"

"Oh, I will," Nadia said, glancing towards the door. "Honestly, I can't wait to get out of here. But if I go first, you might freak out and not jump, and I don't want that on my consciousness."

"I'm frightened," Chastity said, but she was climbing up on the bathtub and out the window.

"Of course you are. Don't give in to it. If you hang out of the window by your arms and kick off your with your legs, you'll clear the pavement and decrease the length of your fall."

"Okay," Chastity said. She had the expression of a deer in a car's headlights. But she dangled out the window the way Nadia told her. And after only the slightest of hesitation, she pushed off, landing beautifully in the grass and then running off so that Nadia wouldn't hit her when she landed.

The way Nadia moved could only be described as elegant and calculated, and she got up from the grass without the slightest injury. Chastity had a cut on her bare butt from the impact, which bled a little before healing. The nymph herself was out of breath, but none the worse for wear and actually a little excited that she had done something so hazardous and unusual.

But she was still surprised that she didn't see any signs of conflict, and was beginning to think Nadia was only manipulating her, until she heard the sound of a door being broken in and got a glimpse of three men with what looked like assault rifles rushing into her dorm room.

Nadia prodded her and they ran. Oh, thank goodness she was a good runner, because Nadia was fast. Chastity didn't want to believe what was going on, and in fact she didn't really believe it, even though it was really happening.

Her mind was blank. She wasn't conscious of why she was running. She was as scared as she ever was in her entire life, and at the same time she still couldn't completely believe in the woman that was at her side. Everything that was happening just seemed so fantastic, it must be some sort of a setup. Maybe the people with guns were really Nadia's allies. It couldn't be the government! Chastity hadn't done anything wrong, and it wasn't her fault if Nadia had. She didn't know, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't have handed Nadia over to the authorities if she did.

"Stop thinking so much! It's slowing down your running," Nadia panted. "We need to get clear before I can call for a plane to pick us up. I don't want them to start shooting down planes. That might lead to some sort of major international incident."

Suddenly, Chastity felt someone grab her from behind and kicked back hard, sending the man back a couple of feet and onto the ground. But he obviously had military training, and so got up quickly.

Nadia pulled a device out of her coat and threw it to Chastity. It was a taser. Her father had given her one at one time to take with her when she went jogging.

"Take this and run," Nadia said, turning to take on the man and two others who were approaching.

"I can't leave you. I can fight too!" Chastity said. "I heal quicker! They can't kill me."

"They can do worse!" Nadia said. "Ever been tortured? It's not fun." She dodged a man's gun and succeeded in throwing him over her hip.

"Why don't they just shoot us?" Chastity asked Nadia while she punched and kicked at the fellow who was attacking her. "I'd think it would be easier than attacking us straight out like this."

"Stun guns," Nadia said, securing one from the man she had thrown. "They want a sure shot. Governments are cheapskates. Besides, two cute girls like us shouldn't be any kind of a threat. Oh, shit!" A tranquilizer dart had hit her in the arm.

"I guess I underestimated the defense budget," Nadia said with a laugh as she pulled the dart out of her arm. "I've got about a minute before I pass out from that," she said. "We need to hide."

Chastity zapped the man who was closest to her and then ran behind Nadia. They weren't that far from a body of water. Didn't she read somewhere that runaway slaves used to go through water to hide their scent? No, that's if there were dogs What if she ripped Nadia's clothes off and turned her into a nymph? She definitely didn't want to do that. She promised herself that she would never turn anyone into a nymph. It wouldn't be fair to them. But then again, Nadia wanted it! But then again, Chastity didn't really know how this super healing thing worked! I might not be quick enough to keep Nadia from passing out. Anyway, if they stopped they'd be caught for sure. What could she do?

Nadia just collapsed in the middle of a step. her foot hit the ground at a weird angle an her whole body buckled under her. The men who were following them laughed.

One man pointed a gun at Chastity and fired it. It wasn't a tranquilizer gun, but a pistol he had pulled out. The bullet hit her in the back, where it ricocheted off a rib and punctured a lung before leaving her body.

Chastity fell down forward on top of her friend. She was only partially conscious when they bound her, and then she lost consciousness.