The Little Mermaid Part 1: The Storm
All Characters 18+
Contains: >!Castration Threats, Non-consent (Busting and BJ while unconscious), Animal Attack (starfish sucking breasts, lobster and seagull attacking testicles)!<
[Ariel](https://preview.redd.it/inwuznxyr2jf1.jpg?width=1536&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=55a9a637ada8c8521bf04a10eb92029f395d83be)
Two soft orbs floated in front of her face like tiny jellyfish. They were mesmerizing, adorable, yet also absurdly hilarious to watch.
She reached out giving them a curious squeeze. The orbs were hard, but they had a give to them. As she tightened her grip they bulged between her fingers, but just before they burst, Ariel jolted awake.
She blinked groggily from her dream, her arms stretching wide as she uncurled inside the clamshell that served as her bed. Her chest felt oddly tight. Looking down, she saw two starfish latched firmly onto her full breasts. The little critters just stared back at her with smug faces.
“Seriously!?! Not again!” Ariel let out a humph as she grabbed at their squishy limbs. “Let go, you clingy creeps!”
She tugged at them, but they had suctioned themselves tightly to her rack. One was latched firmly to her nipple to suck it. After a few firm tugs and a growl of frustration, they finally popped free making her breasts bounce. She flung them across the grotto, where they smacked into the sand.
“Don’t blame me! You’re the one parading those flotation devices around!” one shouted in a gruff voice.
“Real mature,” Ariel yelled, lobbing a piece of coral at them as they skittered into a hole.
Ariel drifted toward her polished shell mirror to inspect herself. Her red hair swirled around her, accentuating her sapphire eyes and sharp jawline. Her body was lean and slender from countless hours of swimming through the ocean's depths. Her tail began under the curve of her hips, with each of its scales shimmering in different hues of green. Her enormous rack sat high on her chest due to their buoyancy in the water. Her full lips curled into a pout as she leaned closer to the mirror, examining the tiny red suction marks dotting her impressive chest.
“Great! More starfish hickeys!”
She poked at the marks as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
To those orbs that dangled between the landlubbers’ legs. What were they? Why did they treat them like their treasure? And more importantly, what were they hiding inside those little sacks? She didn’t even know what they were called, but she was going to find out.
“Time for a chat with Daddy,” she decided, affixing her shell bra with a snap that pushed her breasts together into a proud jiggling valley of cleavage. Then with a flick of her tail she swam off towards the palace.
Bioluminescent kelp cast a dreamy blue hue across the walls of the grand hall. In the center, King Triton lounged on his throne crafted from the hulls of sunken ships. Two mermaids were at his side, their perky breasts pressed up against his chiseled chest. The blonde one twirled a finger through his silvery mane, while the brunette playfully traced circles along his powerful shark-like tail. The King laughed at his joke while the two mermaids giggled politely.
Ariel cleared her throat to get her father’s attention. She folded her arms impatiently underneath her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up.
"Daddy, I need to talk to you about these orbs..."
King Triton interrupted her as he beamed down at her proudly, “Well, your chest is certainly a treasure to behold, but those scallops you’re wearing are doing you wonders, darling.”
“Not those orbs, Father! I’m talking about the ones between the land-dwellers’ legs.”
Triton’s laughter died instantly as his smile stiffened. His concubines leaned forward, suddenly more attentive.
“What in the seven seas are you talking about?”
"You know what I mean, those soft swinging bits. Those soft dangling sacks. That wiggly thing that floats when they swim." With each word Ariel spoke, the other mermaids' eyes lit up with curiosity.
“Ooh! Have you seen one?” The brunette mermaid gasped, leaning forward until her shell bra nearly slipped.
“I touched one.”
“No way! Really!?! What did it feel like?!” The blonde mermaid squealed.
“It felt like two pearls in a silk pouch,” Ariel closed her eyes, trying to remember the feeling of them trapped in her hand. “Only squishier.”
“Ewwww!!” The two mermaids shrieked together with a mix of disgust and fascination.
“Enough!” Triton thundered, rising from his throne, forcing the mermaids off him. “Those things are not a proper topic for a lady. They are sacred. Private. A man’s… treasure.”
“But they felt so fragile,” Ariel said, making a squeezing motion with her hand. “almost like it could pop.”
The mermaids gasped behind their hands, barely containing their giggles. Triton’s face drained of color as his hands instinctively moved to his crotch, despite having nothing to shield there.
“Why do you look scared?” Ariel tilted her head, puzzled. “Wait… why don’t you have them? Aren’t you a man, father?”
“STOP!” Triton roared, slamming his trident against the floor with a thunderous clang. The mermaids squealed and scurried from the throne room.
“You must stop these questions. They lead to dark waters Ariel! You're starting to sound just like…” Triton’s words caught in his throat as his eyes darkened.
“Like who?”
“Like Ursula. She poked and prodded where no lady should. So she was banished.”
“You banished her for asking about men’s jewels?”
“It was more than that, but it started there. I just don’t want you ending up like her.”
Her father’s words were meant to be reassuring, but they sounded more like a warning.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s alright, my sweet guppy.” Triton softened, settling back onto the throne. “Just put this nonsense behind you, yes?”
Ariel curtsied respectfully, but her eyes glinted with quiet determination. If her father wouldn’t give her the answers, she’d find them herself.
Ariel left the great hall and swam towards the surface with a newfound purpose. She knew her father wouldn't approve, but she couldn't shake the fascination that had taken hold of her. The water began to churn from a great storm swirling above. She knew she couldn’t falter if she wanted answers.
Breaking through the choppy waves, Ariel spotted the silhouette of The Jolly Roger against the horizon. The ship was commanded by a fierce all-female pirate crew, who were both feared and admired by anyone unlucky enough to cross their path. Ariel swam closer finding a jagged rock to perch on. Lightning cracked behind her as she lifted herself from the water, her breasts squeezing between her arms. She scanned the deck searching for her prize.
At the helm stood Captain Hook. Her long obsidian curls whipped against her sharp cheekbones, her lips curled in a devilish grin. Her crimson captain’s coat billowed open in the storm. Beneath it, her white blouse had become fully translucent. The fabric clung to her enormous breasts doing little to hide her pierced nipples. She dug one black stiletto boot into the slick wood for balance, while the other rested confidently atop a barrel showing off her toned thigh. Her metallic hand gripped the wheel with unrelenting precision.
Next to the captain stood a young woman, Wendy, who moved with such authority that Ariel knew she must have been second in command. Her rich, chocolate brown hair was pulled back to keep it from her eyes. She wore a light blue cropped sailor shirt stretched taut over her generous breasts, the swell of her chest forcing the hem up enough to reveal her flat stomach. Her tiny navy blue shorts were pulled up by a pair of suspenders, which rode so high on her hips that her ass cheeks peeked out with every step.
And then, Ariel saw him. John, that awkward man she had “played with” before.
He wore a loose white tunic with a red sash tied around his waist, but what caught Ariel’s gaze was the noticeable bulge in his tight blue trousers. Rain pelted his face, matting his unruly brown hair to his forehead and making his glasses foggy. He was clumsily securing a rope to the sail, but his eyes were glued to the First Mate’s every move. Every time Wendy raised her arms to point at a crew member, the fabric of her shirt rose, exposing the soft swell of her underboobs. He squinted, trying to get a better look at the female pirate through his obscured lenses.
“Quit your dilly-dallying and get to work!” Wendy snapped, noticing the loose coil of rope by his feet.
With ease, she launched herself over the railing, landing next to him. She slapped her hand back into his nuts as she grabbed the rope from him. With John in the way, she had to thread the line between his legs to secure it to the sail. She pulled down on the line to make sure it was tight. John let out a surprised gasp as the rope cinched around his balls in an accidental knot.
“Wendy!…” His high-pitched cries were muffled by the booming thunder.
A sudden gust filled the sail jerking the rope taut making John’s knees buckle from the pain. He slipped on the slick deck, his legs flying out into the split. The seam of his trousers ripped clean open allowing the rope to tighten around the base of his exposed nutsack.
“Hang on to your butts!” Yelled Hook as she turned the wheel sharply.
Another massive wave crashed over the ship’s bow. Wendy braced herself against the railing as saltwater swept the deck pulling the rope attached to John’s balls with it. Sharp splinters from the wood dug into his nuts as he was dragged across the deck. His legs flailed in a desperate attempt to free himself.
Every turn of the wheel that Hook made guided John’s crotch into a new object, first a metal capstan, then the edge of a wooden barrel, before finally the sharp corner of the ship's railing. Ariel watched as each impact made his voice reach octaves that no man should ever reach. Before he could catch his breath, the rope yanked him over the side of the ship like a baited worm. The water rushed over him, offering a brief relief before the salt made every raw patch of his manhood sting. He kicked helplessly as the current pulled him deeper.
Ariel was in full-blown hysterics, giggling so hard she nearly choked on the seawater. But after a moment, she realized that if she didn't intervene her research subject might actually perish.
With a graceful flick of her tail, she dove beneath the surface. His flailing limbs made him easy to spot. She saw that the rope was still tangled around his manhood. She shrugged as she casually slung the rope over her shoulder like a handbag.
She began to ascend toward the surface, giving John whiplash as the rope pulled him by his nutsack. A bubble-filled scream was his last sound he made before he fell unconscious.
The ship and the storm were now nothing more than a speck on the horizon. Ariel panted as she dragged John’s limp body onto the rocky shore of a small island. The storm had left the beach eerily silent, with only the crash of waves and the occasional squawk of a seagull. She flopped him unceremoniously onto his back.
His pants were in tatters and the rope was still bound around his manhood. His strange fleshy orbs had turned a sickly shade of blue as they visibly bulged through the knotted rope. Ariel bit her lip wanting to see them unobscured. She gave the rope a firm tug trying to free them, but instead stretched his nutsack away from his body.
With a curious giggle, Ariel began testing how far she could pull his testicles. Each pull brought a fresh gasp from his unconscious body. His scrotum elongated to a comical length. She leaned back with all her body weight pulling on the rope so his balls were forced to the bottom of his sack and its loose skin stretched till it was taut. To her dismay his testicles finally slipped through their confines with a wet pop.
She looked down at them with a gleeful smile. Both his testicles were bruised, but the right one was far more swollen and hung notably lower than the left one. She remembered how she had twisted it inside his sack during their first encounter. Her chest swelled with pride knowing she’d left her mark on him. She cupped it gently in her hand, lifting it from the sand letting the left one dangle limply. The orb was unexpectedly warm and heavy, throbbing faintly in her palm with the rhythm of his pulse. The sensation made her feel powerful. It was as if she had found a rare treasure.
She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, watching it squish slightly beneath her touch. With a playful flick, she sent it wobbling back and forth. John’s body twitched as a moan slipped from his lips. Ariel’s eyes widened in delight from his response, and she squeezed them again. To her surprise, a glistening bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his penis.
Curious, she traced a finger along his shaft shocked at how it twitched in response. It began to stiffen pointing towards the sky. Confused by the sudden change she pressed his cock down to his navel before letting it go. Ariel giggled as it sprang back up bobbing like a buoy caught in the waves.
Another droplet of white liquid appeared on the top of his penis. Ariel leaned in to get a better look, her lips brushed against his cock. It smelled faintly like seawater. She watched as the clear bead slowly trickled down his shaft like a tear. She gave his penis a gentle lick catching the precum with her tongue.
Liking the taste, Ariel wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She began to suck, her plump lips gently gliding up his shaft while her tongue played with his tip. John's eyes snapped open as her bright blue eyes met his. The pain was still throbbing in his stomach and balls, but her soft lips helped dull it. His hips bucked slightly, taking that as a sign of approval she continued her exploration. She took more of him into her mouth, feeling the veins pulse against her cheeks. The taste of his salty brine grew stronger reminding her of home. She found herself craving more.
First a tingle fluttered in her stomach, but then something stirred deep within her core. The more she focused on John’s cock, the stronger the sensation became. Something buried inside her had awakened wanting release. She tried to ignore it and focus on his taste, but that only made it grow stronger demanding her attention. She reached down to investigate where it was forming, but her hand only brushed against the smooth scales of her tail. Her groin throbbed with unsated desire, the scales around her invisible clit pulsing with a need she couldn’t fulfill. She squeezed the scales around her hips desperate to release the maddening sensation.
Her frustration grew as she realized she couldn’t satisfy these newfound urges. Ariel’s tail squirmed beneath her as she thought about her limitations. She didn't have human genitals to experience the same pleasure that John was feeling. Her gaze drifted up from John’s cock in her mouth to his face. His eyes were closed and he corners of his mouth were turned up in a serene smile.
That look is what pushed her over the edge. With a final wet suck, she pulled her lips off his cock. The suction made a loud pop as a glistening strand of saliva stretched between her lips and his tip. She looked down at his manhood and in frustration Ariel slammed down her fists on his balls. John’s body jerked violently as he let out a strangled cry. His vision swam as he locked eyes with Ariel. Pain, confusion, and a flicker of horror danced across his face as she grabbed his balls tightly. A rush of power surged through her as she watched them squish between her fingers. She let out a low, animalistic growl as she began to twist his nuts sharply within his sack.
His eyes crossed as she twisted harder, his jaw slack as a guttural groan escaped him. Ariel felt a strange satisfaction as her anger found its outlet in his most fragile place. Her frustration, her desire, her helplessness all poured into that brutal squeeze.
He tried to push her away, but he was too weak. His hands only gave her soft tits a gentle squeeze rather than shoving her off. Ariel let out a soft moan of pleasure as his fingers sank into her warm flesh. Ignoring his feeble protests, Ariel straddled his waist. Her tail curled around his legs pinning him in place. She lowered herself down grinding her phantom clit against his abs. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her, but it still wasn’t enough.
Out of the corner of her eye, a bright red lobster scuttled out of a tide pool beside them. Ariel’s eyes widened with an idea.
“Pardon me, little miss,” she said sweetly, scooping up the creature and bringing it close to her face. “Would you like to have some fun?”
The lobster clacked its claws in celebration, like it knew exactly what was coming.
Ariel grinned and lowered the critter toward John’s crotch. It didn’t need instructions as the lobster extended one claw and with surprising precision gave John’s swollen testicles a firm nip. His eyes bulged as a scream tore from his throat. The pain surging through his body was unbearable. Ariel watched in awe as the claw clamped tightly around one of his testicles.
“If I can’t feel pleasure,” she declared with twisted delight, “neither can you!”
Tears welled in John’s eyes as the lobster’s second claw snapped shut on his other testicle. The pain was blinding. He let out a guttural roar as his back arched off the sand. With a desperate burst of adrenaline he shoved Ariel off him, sending her tumbling backward.
John staggered from the water’s edge wide-eyed with the lobster still hanging from his scrotum. It tugged at them as if they were the strings of a puppet forcing him into a dance of agony. Each step allowed the lobster to deliver another vicious squeeze to his manhood, making him stumble and flail as he tried to escape. All he knew in that moment was blinding pain. Ariel couldn’t help but giggle as something about it watching him writhe and flail brought her an unbelievable kind of joy.
From above a seagull was drawn by the commotion. It circled above as its beady eyes locked onto a red bobbing morsel. With a shrill cry it dove, its sharp beak targeting the lobster. Reluctantly giving up its prize, the lobster let go of John’s right testicle and used the left like a pendulum to swing safely out of the bird’s path. The bird mistaking the redness of his right testicle for food pecked hungrily at it. John's scream was so high it was almost inaudible. John swung his arms at the bird, but it was undeterred. The seagull struck a second time catching his ball in its beak.
Ariel watched her eyes wide with delight at what could only be described as her favorite game of tug-of-war she had ever seen. The lobster and bird pulled John’s most sacred jewels in opposite directions to see who could claim their prize.
“Go, go! Get him, girls!” Ariel clapped her hands in a mock cheer routine.
John’s pain had reached a crescendo, but he couldn’t pass out again not with the seagull prodding his ballsack like a picnic basket. Screaming, he sprinted toward the jungle looking for anything that might free him. His body flailed as the lobster dangled while the bird flapped and pulled.
Ariel tried to follow, but her tail sank into the sand stopping her. She clawed at the ground in frustration, growling as John’s high-pitched screams faded into the distance. The thrill of exploring him had been intoxicating, leaving her with the lingering ache of desire. She wanted to feel that warmth again, that tingling pleasure bloom within her. She wanted to touch it, to release it. But she couldn’t. Not with her smooth tail blocking her.
She needed legs. And she knew exactly who could give them to her.
Once she had them, she wouldn’t let him run away so easily.
Contains: >!Castration Threats, Non-consent (Busting and BJ while unconscious), Animal Attack (starfish sucking breasts, lobster and seagull attacking testicles)!<
[Ariel](https://preview.redd.it/inwuznxyr2jf1.jpg?width=1536&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=55a9a637ada8c8521bf04a10eb92029f395d83be)
Two soft orbs floated in front of her face like tiny jellyfish. They were mesmerizing, adorable, yet also absurdly hilarious to watch.
She reached out giving them a curious squeeze. The orbs were hard, but they had a give to them. As she tightened her grip they bulged between her fingers, but just before they burst, Ariel jolted awake.
She blinked groggily from her dream, her arms stretching wide as she uncurled inside the clamshell that served as her bed. Her chest felt oddly tight. Looking down, she saw two starfish latched firmly onto her full breasts. The little critters just stared back at her with smug faces.
“Seriously!?! Not again!” Ariel let out a humph as she grabbed at their squishy limbs. “Let go, you clingy creeps!”
She tugged at them, but they had suctioned themselves tightly to her rack. One was latched firmly to her nipple to suck it. After a few firm tugs and a growl of frustration, they finally popped free making her breasts bounce. She flung them across the grotto, where they smacked into the sand.
“Don’t blame me! You’re the one parading those flotation devices around!” one shouted in a gruff voice.
“Real mature,” Ariel yelled, lobbing a piece of coral at them as they skittered into a hole.
Ariel drifted toward her polished shell mirror to inspect herself. Her red hair swirled around her, accentuating her sapphire eyes and sharp jawline. Her body was lean and slender from countless hours of swimming through the ocean's depths. Her tail began under the curve of her hips, with each of its scales shimmering in different hues of green. Her enormous rack sat high on her chest due to their buoyancy in the water. Her full lips curled into a pout as she leaned closer to the mirror, examining the tiny red suction marks dotting her impressive chest.
“Great! More starfish hickeys!”
She poked at the marks as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
To those orbs that dangled between the landlubbers’ legs. What were they? Why did they treat them like their treasure? And more importantly, what were they hiding inside those little sacks? She didn’t even know what they were called, but she was going to find out.
“Time for a chat with Daddy,” she decided, affixing her shell bra with a snap that pushed her breasts together into a proud jiggling valley of cleavage. Then with a flick of her tail she swam off towards the palace.
Bioluminescent kelp cast a dreamy blue hue across the walls of the grand hall. In the center, King Triton lounged on his throne crafted from the hulls of sunken ships. Two mermaids were at his side, their perky breasts pressed up against his chiseled chest. The blonde one twirled a finger through his silvery mane, while the brunette playfully traced circles along his powerful shark-like tail. The King laughed at his joke while the two mermaids giggled politely.
Ariel cleared her throat to get her father’s attention. She folded her arms impatiently underneath her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up.
"Daddy, I need to talk to you about these orbs..."
King Triton interrupted her as he beamed down at her proudly, “Well, your chest is certainly a treasure to behold, but those scallops you’re wearing are doing you wonders, darling.”
“Not those orbs, Father! I’m talking about the ones between the land-dwellers’ legs.”
Triton’s laughter died instantly as his smile stiffened. His concubines leaned forward, suddenly more attentive.
“What in the seven seas are you talking about?”
"You know what I mean, those soft swinging bits. Those soft dangling sacks. That wiggly thing that floats when they swim." With each word Ariel spoke, the other mermaids' eyes lit up with curiosity.
“Ooh! Have you seen one?” The brunette mermaid gasped, leaning forward until her shell bra nearly slipped.
“I touched one.”
“No way! Really!?! What did it feel like?!” The blonde mermaid squealed.
“It felt like two pearls in a silk pouch,” Ariel closed her eyes, trying to remember the feeling of them trapped in her hand. “Only squishier.”
“Ewwww!!” The two mermaids shrieked together with a mix of disgust and fascination.
“Enough!” Triton thundered, rising from his throne, forcing the mermaids off him. “Those things are not a proper topic for a lady. They are sacred. Private. A man’s… treasure.”
“But they felt so fragile,” Ariel said, making a squeezing motion with her hand. “almost like it could pop.”
The mermaids gasped behind their hands, barely containing their giggles. Triton’s face drained of color as his hands instinctively moved to his crotch, despite having nothing to shield there.
“Why do you look scared?” Ariel tilted her head, puzzled. “Wait… why don’t you have them? Aren’t you a man, father?”
“STOP!” Triton roared, slamming his trident against the floor with a thunderous clang. The mermaids squealed and scurried from the throne room.
“You must stop these questions. They lead to dark waters Ariel! You're starting to sound just like…” Triton’s words caught in his throat as his eyes darkened.
“Like who?”
“Like Ursula. She poked and prodded where no lady should. So she was banished.”
“You banished her for asking about men’s jewels?”
“It was more than that, but it started there. I just don’t want you ending up like her.”
Her father’s words were meant to be reassuring, but they sounded more like a warning.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s alright, my sweet guppy.” Triton softened, settling back onto the throne. “Just put this nonsense behind you, yes?”
Ariel curtsied respectfully, but her eyes glinted with quiet determination. If her father wouldn’t give her the answers, she’d find them herself.
Ariel left the great hall and swam towards the surface with a newfound purpose. She knew her father wouldn't approve, but she couldn't shake the fascination that had taken hold of her. The water began to churn from a great storm swirling above. She knew she couldn’t falter if she wanted answers.
Breaking through the choppy waves, Ariel spotted the silhouette of The Jolly Roger against the horizon. The ship was commanded by a fierce all-female pirate crew, who were both feared and admired by anyone unlucky enough to cross their path. Ariel swam closer finding a jagged rock to perch on. Lightning cracked behind her as she lifted herself from the water, her breasts squeezing between her arms. She scanned the deck searching for her prize.
At the helm stood Captain Hook. Her long obsidian curls whipped against her sharp cheekbones, her lips curled in a devilish grin. Her crimson captain’s coat billowed open in the storm. Beneath it, her white blouse had become fully translucent. The fabric clung to her enormous breasts doing little to hide her pierced nipples. She dug one black stiletto boot into the slick wood for balance, while the other rested confidently atop a barrel showing off her toned thigh. Her metallic hand gripped the wheel with unrelenting precision.
Next to the captain stood a young woman, Wendy, who moved with such authority that Ariel knew she must have been second in command. Her rich, chocolate brown hair was pulled back to keep it from her eyes. She wore a light blue cropped sailor shirt stretched taut over her generous breasts, the swell of her chest forcing the hem up enough to reveal her flat stomach. Her tiny navy blue shorts were pulled up by a pair of suspenders, which rode so high on her hips that her ass cheeks peeked out with every step.
And then, Ariel saw him. John, that awkward man she had “played with” before.
He wore a loose white tunic with a red sash tied around his waist, but what caught Ariel’s gaze was the noticeable bulge in his tight blue trousers. Rain pelted his face, matting his unruly brown hair to his forehead and making his glasses foggy. He was clumsily securing a rope to the sail, but his eyes were glued to the First Mate’s every move. Every time Wendy raised her arms to point at a crew member, the fabric of her shirt rose, exposing the soft swell of her underboobs. He squinted, trying to get a better look at the female pirate through his obscured lenses.
“Quit your dilly-dallying and get to work!” Wendy snapped, noticing the loose coil of rope by his feet.
With ease, she launched herself over the railing, landing next to him. She slapped her hand back into his nuts as she grabbed the rope from him. With John in the way, she had to thread the line between his legs to secure it to the sail. She pulled down on the line to make sure it was tight. John let out a surprised gasp as the rope cinched around his balls in an accidental knot.
“Wendy!…” His high-pitched cries were muffled by the booming thunder.
A sudden gust filled the sail jerking the rope taut making John’s knees buckle from the pain. He slipped on the slick deck, his legs flying out into the split. The seam of his trousers ripped clean open allowing the rope to tighten around the base of his exposed nutsack.
“Hang on to your butts!” Yelled Hook as she turned the wheel sharply.
Another massive wave crashed over the ship’s bow. Wendy braced herself against the railing as saltwater swept the deck pulling the rope attached to John’s balls with it. Sharp splinters from the wood dug into his nuts as he was dragged across the deck. His legs flailed in a desperate attempt to free himself.
Every turn of the wheel that Hook made guided John’s crotch into a new object, first a metal capstan, then the edge of a wooden barrel, before finally the sharp corner of the ship's railing. Ariel watched as each impact made his voice reach octaves that no man should ever reach. Before he could catch his breath, the rope yanked him over the side of the ship like a baited worm. The water rushed over him, offering a brief relief before the salt made every raw patch of his manhood sting. He kicked helplessly as the current pulled him deeper.
Ariel was in full-blown hysterics, giggling so hard she nearly choked on the seawater. But after a moment, she realized that if she didn't intervene her research subject might actually perish.
With a graceful flick of her tail, she dove beneath the surface. His flailing limbs made him easy to spot. She saw that the rope was still tangled around his manhood. She shrugged as she casually slung the rope over her shoulder like a handbag.
She began to ascend toward the surface, giving John whiplash as the rope pulled him by his nutsack. A bubble-filled scream was his last sound he made before he fell unconscious.
The ship and the storm were now nothing more than a speck on the horizon. Ariel panted as she dragged John’s limp body onto the rocky shore of a small island. The storm had left the beach eerily silent, with only the crash of waves and the occasional squawk of a seagull. She flopped him unceremoniously onto his back.
His pants were in tatters and the rope was still bound around his manhood. His strange fleshy orbs had turned a sickly shade of blue as they visibly bulged through the knotted rope. Ariel bit her lip wanting to see them unobscured. She gave the rope a firm tug trying to free them, but instead stretched his nutsack away from his body.
With a curious giggle, Ariel began testing how far she could pull his testicles. Each pull brought a fresh gasp from his unconscious body. His scrotum elongated to a comical length. She leaned back with all her body weight pulling on the rope so his balls were forced to the bottom of his sack and its loose skin stretched till it was taut. To her dismay his testicles finally slipped through their confines with a wet pop.
She looked down at them with a gleeful smile. Both his testicles were bruised, but the right one was far more swollen and hung notably lower than the left one. She remembered how she had twisted it inside his sack during their first encounter. Her chest swelled with pride knowing she’d left her mark on him. She cupped it gently in her hand, lifting it from the sand letting the left one dangle limply. The orb was unexpectedly warm and heavy, throbbing faintly in her palm with the rhythm of his pulse. The sensation made her feel powerful. It was as if she had found a rare treasure.
She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, watching it squish slightly beneath her touch. With a playful flick, she sent it wobbling back and forth. John’s body twitched as a moan slipped from his lips. Ariel’s eyes widened in delight from his response, and she squeezed them again. To her surprise, a glistening bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his penis.
Curious, she traced a finger along his shaft shocked at how it twitched in response. It began to stiffen pointing towards the sky. Confused by the sudden change she pressed his cock down to his navel before letting it go. Ariel giggled as it sprang back up bobbing like a buoy caught in the waves.
Another droplet of white liquid appeared on the top of his penis. Ariel leaned in to get a better look, her lips brushed against his cock. It smelled faintly like seawater. She watched as the clear bead slowly trickled down his shaft like a tear. She gave his penis a gentle lick catching the precum with her tongue.
Liking the taste, Ariel wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She began to suck, her plump lips gently gliding up his shaft while her tongue played with his tip. John's eyes snapped open as her bright blue eyes met his. The pain was still throbbing in his stomach and balls, but her soft lips helped dull it. His hips bucked slightly, taking that as a sign of approval she continued her exploration. She took more of him into her mouth, feeling the veins pulse against her cheeks. The taste of his salty brine grew stronger reminding her of home. She found herself craving more.
First a tingle fluttered in her stomach, but then something stirred deep within her core. The more she focused on John’s cock, the stronger the sensation became. Something buried inside her had awakened wanting release. She tried to ignore it and focus on his taste, but that only made it grow stronger demanding her attention. She reached down to investigate where it was forming, but her hand only brushed against the smooth scales of her tail. Her groin throbbed with unsated desire, the scales around her invisible clit pulsing with a need she couldn’t fulfill. She squeezed the scales around her hips desperate to release the maddening sensation.
Her frustration grew as she realized she couldn’t satisfy these newfound urges. Ariel’s tail squirmed beneath her as she thought about her limitations. She didn't have human genitals to experience the same pleasure that John was feeling. Her gaze drifted up from John’s cock in her mouth to his face. His eyes were closed and he corners of his mouth were turned up in a serene smile.
That look is what pushed her over the edge. With a final wet suck, she pulled her lips off his cock. The suction made a loud pop as a glistening strand of saliva stretched between her lips and his tip. She looked down at his manhood and in frustration Ariel slammed down her fists on his balls. John’s body jerked violently as he let out a strangled cry. His vision swam as he locked eyes with Ariel. Pain, confusion, and a flicker of horror danced across his face as she grabbed his balls tightly. A rush of power surged through her as she watched them squish between her fingers. She let out a low, animalistic growl as she began to twist his nuts sharply within his sack.
His eyes crossed as she twisted harder, his jaw slack as a guttural groan escaped him. Ariel felt a strange satisfaction as her anger found its outlet in his most fragile place. Her frustration, her desire, her helplessness all poured into that brutal squeeze.
He tried to push her away, but he was too weak. His hands only gave her soft tits a gentle squeeze rather than shoving her off. Ariel let out a soft moan of pleasure as his fingers sank into her warm flesh. Ignoring his feeble protests, Ariel straddled his waist. Her tail curled around his legs pinning him in place. She lowered herself down grinding her phantom clit against his abs. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her, but it still wasn’t enough.
Out of the corner of her eye, a bright red lobster scuttled out of a tide pool beside them. Ariel’s eyes widened with an idea.
“Pardon me, little miss,” she said sweetly, scooping up the creature and bringing it close to her face. “Would you like to have some fun?”
The lobster clacked its claws in celebration, like it knew exactly what was coming.
Ariel grinned and lowered the critter toward John’s crotch. It didn’t need instructions as the lobster extended one claw and with surprising precision gave John’s swollen testicles a firm nip. His eyes bulged as a scream tore from his throat. The pain surging through his body was unbearable. Ariel watched in awe as the claw clamped tightly around one of his testicles.
“If I can’t feel pleasure,” she declared with twisted delight, “neither can you!”
Tears welled in John’s eyes as the lobster’s second claw snapped shut on his other testicle. The pain was blinding. He let out a guttural roar as his back arched off the sand. With a desperate burst of adrenaline he shoved Ariel off him, sending her tumbling backward.
John staggered from the water’s edge wide-eyed with the lobster still hanging from his scrotum. It tugged at them as if they were the strings of a puppet forcing him into a dance of agony. Each step allowed the lobster to deliver another vicious squeeze to his manhood, making him stumble and flail as he tried to escape. All he knew in that moment was blinding pain. Ariel couldn’t help but giggle as something about it watching him writhe and flail brought her an unbelievable kind of joy.
From above a seagull was drawn by the commotion. It circled above as its beady eyes locked onto a red bobbing morsel. With a shrill cry it dove, its sharp beak targeting the lobster. Reluctantly giving up its prize, the lobster let go of John’s right testicle and used the left like a pendulum to swing safely out of the bird’s path. The bird mistaking the redness of his right testicle for food pecked hungrily at it. John's scream was so high it was almost inaudible. John swung his arms at the bird, but it was undeterred. The seagull struck a second time catching his ball in its beak.
Ariel watched her eyes wide with delight at what could only be described as her favorite game of tug-of-war she had ever seen. The lobster and bird pulled John’s most sacred jewels in opposite directions to see who could claim their prize.
“Go, go! Get him, girls!” Ariel clapped her hands in a mock cheer routine.
John’s pain had reached a crescendo, but he couldn’t pass out again not with the seagull prodding his ballsack like a picnic basket. Screaming, he sprinted toward the jungle looking for anything that might free him. His body flailed as the lobster dangled while the bird flapped and pulled.
Ariel tried to follow, but her tail sank into the sand stopping her. She clawed at the ground in frustration, growling as John’s high-pitched screams faded into the distance. The thrill of exploring him had been intoxicating, leaving her with the lingering ache of desire. She wanted to feel that warmth again, that tingling pleasure bloom within her. She wanted to touch it, to release it. But she couldn’t. Not with her smooth tail blocking her.
She needed legs. And she knew exactly who could give them to her.
Once she had them, she wouldn’t let him run away so easily.
