Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Stroker Chase
Other Work by Stroker:
The Invisible Next Door Nympho: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114001
The Naughty Elf: A Mind Control Christmas: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/113596
Love the Monster: #1: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114921
The Office Party: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/115200
Wife’s Interracial Gift: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/115364
The seas were not pleasant today. The tide rocked little Sasha and Wendi into one another on the fisherman’s boat. They were quick to grab the oars, and steered themselves in the right direction, making their way into more open, and hopefully, calmer waters.
They dared not go too far though. They knew what would happen if they went too far. They would never be heard of again, and no one would even dare to go look for them. It would simply be said that they, “were taken by the beast.”
Sasha reached for the crab net, and almost fell in while doing so. She had been doing this most of her life, however, and her feet were more adept to the rocking of a boat than to land. She was a young girl, of the age where she should be getting married.
If she wasn’t so poor and the daughter of a fisherman, then men would be jumping at the prospect. She had a slim, tender body. Her face was just as beautiful. She had medium length jet black hair and blue eyes. Her skin was soft and pale, but it was a gorgeous, creamy white. Somehow it was untouched by the harshness of the ocean sun.
Her friend, Wendi, was just as beautiful. She was of the same height, age, and even weight as her. They could’ve been twins, and had been friends since birth. They would’ve been identical, if it weren’t for Wendi’s red hair.
Sasha tossed the crab net into the water. It sank down, and the two watched and waited. It had been a long time since they had eaten well. It was so bad in the town from the monster eating all of their food that fathers were forced to send their daughters to fish. That said everything.
They tugged the net back up, and saw that all their patience had only gotten them a baby crab. It would be good enough. Sometimes they didn’t even get that much.
“Isn’t it sad that’s a good catch for the day?”
“I remember when we had to toss some back in.”
They threw the net over again, and waited. It was a waiting game. It wasn’t soon after that they saw their net thrashing in the water violently. They had gotten something big. Excited, both girls grabbed a hold of the net and pulled. It was so big they couldn’t reel it in.
“What in the hell is this thing?”
“I can’t. I’m not strong enough.”
Whatever they were pulling in was struggling against them just as much. Suddenly, they felt the fish head the other way, towards them. It gave up the fight. They heaved over the water, and saw that they had pulled something strange from the waters. There was a woman in their net.
“It’s a mermaid,” Wendi said.
The girl they had pulled on their boat was Rinoa, one of the Sworn Sisters to kill the monster of Mina, but she had gone missing for a month after. They pronounced her dead. But here she was, being called a mermaid ond the two girls’ boat.
She threw the net off of her. The girls reeled back.
“What were you doing down there?”
There was no sound from Rinoa. She simply looked up at them, and they could see that her eyes were black with no pupils. It scared the two girls, but still, Wendi believed her to be a mermaid. What else could she be?
“She’s a mermaid. That’s what she was doing down there.”
A sly smile curled on Rinoa’s lips. “I’m no mermaid.”
The two girls looked at one another. They had no idea what to do. Finally, Sasha, the more confident one, spoke up.
“Tell us what you were doing down there.”
Rinoa ignored her. She was wearing a mesh shirt, and her long brown locks were flowing down over her huge, full breasts.
It was then that Rinoa spoke. “You can be as rich as the lords of these lands. Is this all you’re taking back with you today?” Rinoa eyed up the baby crab on their deck.
“You can have a boat filled with food. You’ll never go hungry again. But under one condition, you give your bodies up to me.”
That’s when the girls realized why Rinoa was looking at them so hard. It was not for the strangeness of the situation, but for sex.
**
Jasmine propped herself up on the cedar desk, looking out the window. It did not matter to her that she was completely naked, or that everyone down below could see her. All of their eyes would be focused on the road. Trey’s eyes were focused on her.
She was a salt wench of the finest kind. Her curves were beautiful, and just right. She had a body made for sex. Her long auburn locks fell down to her pink, horny nipples. Those nipples had gold hoops on them. His wench was new to this game, but she was not new to turning a man on.