Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

E ventually, my three besties and I left the Royal apartments and swam to a part of the palace I’d never seen before. It was quite modern looking, fashioned of bleached driftwood and black shale with couches and chairs set all around. Several mermaids and a couple of mermen sat in the chairs, and I saw that one of them was dressed as a pirate. He was very handsome – he actually looked a lot like Johnny Depp – but he was scowling. His expression, though it fit the pirate image, didn’t make me want to get to know him.

Portia led me to a couch, and a sea snake glided over and asked if we wanted cocktails.

I was curious as to how one could drink a cocktail underwater, and Sheila told me they came in sealed containers with a special straw that only released the liquid when you sucked on it.

“Yes, Silas, we would all like one, please,” she said.

Our drinks arrived, and I was pleased at how much they tasted like margaritas.

“So, what is this place?” I asked my friends, looking around at the merfolk who were chatting or reading what looked like books. I made a mental note to ask if I could have one of those books to read, but I didn’t understand how they wouldn’t just dissolve under water.

“This is where we come to be called up when a human dies and has a dream wish that one of us can fulfill. We take turns and it’s lots of fun,” Muriel giggled. “Last time I was chosen, I got to be a naughty nurse to a man who’d always dreamed of being a baby with someone who would cuddle him and change his nappies! He soon got tired of that though and wanted to have all the dirty sex he’d never had.”

“How come you came back here?” I wondered.

“Oh, we always come back eventually, but remember, time is not the same here. He had other dreams after that, but they weren’t of me. Someone else took over, and I needed to be under water again, anyway. We can only stay in the air for so long.”

I felt a presence behind my back, and when I turned around, I saw that the pirate had joined us.

“Hello, Audrey. I’m Trevor. I’m sorry I wasn’t chosen to join you on the island. It’s so unfair that Marcel got to go! He’s not even a real man!” His voice was whiney, and I bristled. ‘Not even a real man,’ indeed! Marcel was more than enough real man for me!

I remembered what Marcel had said about this pirate and decided to ignore his rude characterization of my mer-mate. “Nice to meet you, Trevor. Were you a pirate in your previous life?”

“Indeed, I was! I swashbuckled my way around the seven seas, capturing gold doubloons and ravishing maidens. And very grateful those maidens were, I can tell you! If you’d ever fantasized about being ravished by a pirate, I would have made your dreams come true.”

I remembered my dream, and if Trevor had risen up out of the sea in answer to it, I was sure I would have loved every minute of the ravishing. But Marcel was my chosen mate! How could I forget how amazing dolphin sex had been?

“Thank you, Trevor, but I’m very happy to be with Marcel. I’m sure you’re a great ravisher, though.”

“Come with me and find out, Audrey. Marcel would tell you to explore your desires all you want.”

My three mer-girlfriends all urged me to go with the handsome pirate.

“Marcel won’t mind, Audrey! He’d be the first to tell you to have fun with Trevor, and Trevor is amazeballs !” Muriel told me, clapping her hands in the graceful, wavey way they all moved.

I gave in. “Okay, I’ll go with you. Thank you, Trevor.” And I allowed him to grab my hand and pull me through the room and out into the corridor. I belatedly realized that Trevor had legs, not a tail. “How come you don’t have a tail, Trevor?” I asked him.

“I do actually have a tail; I just don’t appear that way right now. I could shift back if you needed me to, though.”

“You can choose?” I looked at my beautiful tail and wondered aloud if I could also ‘choose’ to change back to having legs.

“Of course! Would you like to shift back to legs for your ravishment?”

I rather thought I would. “Yes, please, Trevor. I’ll be able to get my tail back, though, right?”

“Of course. Now, close your eyes and imagine your body with legs. They can be just like they were before, when you were alive, or you can sculpt them to order.”

“How?” I was intrigued.

“Well, say you want to have legs like Cindy Crawford or Heidi Klum. Just wish for it.”

“I think I’ll stick with my old ones, if that’s okay?”

“Of course. You were and are a beautiful woman. So, just close your eyes and concentrate on what you want.”

I did as I was told, and I felt a very strange feeling below my waist – not painful, but intense. Then, I opened my eyes and looked down at my legs... and my bare feet. I briefly wished I’d had a pedicure before I died, but, no worries. Trevor apparently didn’t care.

He nodded in approval. “Good girl. Now, your fantasy involves being tied up, correct?”

“I don’t think so, but it sounds hot.”

“Good. I love tying girls up. I’ve taken several courses.” Trevor was looking less scowly and much more engaging every minute. Still smoking hot, though.

“Would you like me to have a peg leg?” he asked me.

“Oh no! I like your legs just fine. You wouldn’t be able to chase me if you had a wooden leg, right?”

“I’d forgotten you had a chasing fantasy. No problem. Now, we’re going to exit through that door, and you should go first.”

Trevor had done most of his homework, anyway. And apparently I did come with a manual.

I pushed the heavy wooden door open... and found myself back on the technicolor beach where I’d started this strange journey.

When I turned back to look at the door – and perhaps retreat through it – I saw only the vast ocean, its waves so perfect that each foamy crest was identical to its neighbor. “Shit,” I muttered. “Now I’m going to be stuck here for eternity.”

But, as I stood there on my new-found legs, I saw the water begin to churn, and soon, the (slightly) sinister figure of Trevor the pirate emerged from the waves and strode towards me over the sand.

“Ahoy! I spy a maiden ready to be ravished!” he bellowed.

Trevor obviously had watched countless Errol Flynn movies. I suppressed a giggle and began to run away from him, up the beach.

Trevor roared as he chased me, and I was able to conjure up my pirate fantasy as I raced towards the palm trees.

As I had always imagined, Trevor was dressed in his breeches and silver buttoned jacket, but I was nude. I was gasping by the time I reached the first palm tree, and he easily captured me in his arms.

“Oh no! Please! I’m a virgin!” I screamed.

“Not for long!” growled Trevor, as he whipped off his sash and tied my hands together behind my back. After winding the end of the sash around a palm tree, he began to unbutton his breeches. I tried to cross my legs, but his large hands forced them apart, and in a flash, his cock was pounding into my wet pussy. I screamed, but it was with excitement, as Trevor was obviously a master in the fine art of ravishing.

He grasped my nipples as he fucked me, pinching them so tightly I nearly came just from that sensation.

“Please? Mr. Pirate, please have mercy!” I begged.

“No mercy. I will have my way with you. I will take all of your virgin holes and fill them with my seed!”

I was looking forward to that! I not-so-subtly thrust my hips at him, and he increased his thrusting until the rough stem of the palm tree was abrading my back. When I yelped in earnest, Trevor stopped and untied the sash. He freed my arms, only to retie them in front of me and turn my body to face the tree.

“Brace yourself, wench!” he ordered, and I put my hands on the rough trunk. I also stuck my ass out as high and far as I could in an open invitation for him to reenter my needy pussy. He obliged, and it was glorious! I must have had a dozen orgasms. I came until I was hoarse from screaming.

“Now, I’ll take your beautiful little pucker!” the pirate declared, withdrawing from my pussy and giving me a love-bite on my neck.

“Oh, no ! Please, Mr. Pirate, don’t do that! It will hurt so... bad.” I’d almost said ‘good,’ but remembered to change it just in time.

“You will learn to like it, wench. Remember, you are my slave, now.”

Trevor was thoroughly enjoying himself. I wondered if he’d had any theatrical training. His pirate act was quite convincing. I planned to ask him when we were back under the sea, but in the meantime, his huge wet cock slammed into my bottom, and I saw stars.

His hands roamed over my breasts, and one pinched my clit. “Yes! Just like that!” I screamed.

His big hand slapped my bottom. Hard.

“More!” I cried.

“You, Madam, are not in charge,” he growled and he paused in his thrusting to spank my bottom even harder.

I bit my lip to keep from directing him, as I wanted him to keep spanking, then fucking, then spanking me again. Trevor seemed to read my mind, and I almost lost it when he thrust three big fingers into my pussy at the same time his cock was railing my ass. Each thrust of his cock seemed to be deeper than the last one – my ass clenched on the enormous staff plundering it, and his fingers wiggled inside me in perfect harmony.

As he continued to ravish me, I remembered my fantasy of having more than one pirate in the scene, and I must have inadvertently wished for it – there was suddenly a shout from behind us, and Trevor swore under his breath.

He withdrew from my ass and untied me so I was able to face the sea, and I saw another pirate trudging up the beach towards us.

“Greetings, Trevor,” the new pirate said. “I understand I’m needed?” He had an English accent.

“Not really,” said Trevor, “But if Audrey wished for you, you’re welcome to lend a hand... or a cock! Audrey, this is Elija. He’s also a pirate, and he seems to think he figures in your fantasies of Pirate Ravishment.”

“I’m sorry, Trevor,” I said. “I didn’t mean to suggest that you weren’t enough for me. I just remembered that I had fantasized about having more than one pirate, you know... to ravish me?”

“Your wish is our command.” Elija was wearing a tri-cornered hat, and he swept it off as he made a low bow, sticking his right leg forward in a perfect imitation of a courtier from the era of King Charles the First. I saw, to my astonishment, that it was a wooden leg! I tried to curtsy in response, but the sand and the fact that I was nude rather spoiled the effect, and I fell on my ass. I had to remember not to try to curtsy!

The two pirates picked me up and fussed over me in a very endearing and non-piratey way. They brushed the sand off my body, and soon, their hands began to explore the intimate parts of me, even as they asked me if I was okay.

I couldn’t help but be excited that Elija had a peg leg, and my filthy mind imagined it acting as a dildo. I mentally slapped myself, but it was too late. Elija’s eyes twinkled and he slapped Trevor on the shoulder.

“She wants me to fuck her with my peggoty. What a wonderful girl. I haven’t had that pleasure in a century.”

I clenched my thighs together and put my hands over my pussy. “Um, no! I mean, I don’t think that would work, would it?” I backed away from them, torn between running away and agreeing to this debauchery.

“Of course it would work, Audrey. Look at the carvings. They were done especially for this type of thing.” Elija put one hand on Trevor’s shoulder to balance himself and raised his peg leg so I could see the beautiful engraving on its tip. Sure enough, it was a gorgeous depiction of a human penis (circumcised), complete with veins traversing its length. I ran my fingers over it, admiring the bold texture that would, I was sure, be felt by my horny pussy.

“So let me get this straight. You both can shift from mermen, with tails, to human with legs, and you can change your legs from one to two?” I was beginning to realize how much I didn’t know about this strange afterlife.

“Of course we can,” said Elija. “If you can dream it, it can happen. You are free to change shapes at will, also. But only if it’s mermaid to human. You can’t become a dolphin.”

I thought about Marcel and as though my mind had conjured him into being, I saw a great fin cutting through the water. The fin rose as a dolphin leapt from the ocean’s embrace, only to change in midair into my mer-mate. He strode up the beach towards us, shaking droplets of water from his glittering scales.

The two pirates looked grumpy. Trevor put his hands on his hips and scowled at Marcel. “We aren’t done yet. Elija hasn’t had a turn.”

“Sorry, boys,” Marcel said, his eyes on me. “We have to return to the palace. The Jellies have sounded an alarm, and the walls are going to shut in about ten minutes. We need to get back right now.”

Trevor and Elija perked up immediately. “Is there going to be a battle? Who is it this time?” Elija asked. “Not the Kraken again, surely?”

“No. This time, it’s Neptune’s gang. Our scouts have seen them arming themselves and talking about invading us. Apparently, they think we didn’t play fair in the last election.”

“What?” Trevor was incredulous. “That’s just an excuse. They want to rule the whole ocean. Or maybe,” he looked thoughtful, then grinned. “Maybe they just want a bit of fun. Okay,” he said, turning to me, “I’m sorry we have to cut this short, Audrey.”

“Not as sorry as I am,” growled Elija. “I didn’t get to show you how my peggoty works. Maybe we’ll get a chance later, after the invasion is suppressed.”

I gave them each a hug and a kiss, and they beamed their pleasure at the gesture.

Marcel took hold of my hand and tugged me towards the water. “Come on baby. We need to hurry.”

I wondered where the door that Trevor and I had passed through to the beach was. There were rules to the hereafter that I still didn’t understand, but thankfully, it was easy to do as I was told.

Marcel and I ran into the gentle waves, and as soon as the water got deep enough, I felt my tail take form. We swam after that, knifing through the clear water until I saw the wavy lines of the jelly wall ahead. Marcel waved his hands over his head, and the wall parted. I looked up and saw the bulbous bodies of the jellyfish, stacked up to cover the whole area around the palace of Mer-king Marius and undulating in the current.

“Are they poisonous?” I wondered.

“Very,” said Marcel.