Arms of the Ocean Ch. 12

"Mm," she moaned with every breaching thrust. They were forceful but such was welcome at this stage. Foreplay or gentle, tender loving seemed such a distant pastime. Almost a novelty compared to a solid fucking like this.

Malicious leaned over and moved her hands to Vyla's breasts where she began to knead and tease the considerable assets.

"You love to be ridden like this, don't you?" Malicious whispered, her voice coated in lust. "For all the fury of your kind, you each melt away as soon as there's a dick inside you."

"Mm," Vyla groaned around the member in her mouth. She wanted to argue, at least, she thought she did, but her muffled sounds came out pleased rather than protesting.

"But there is nothing wrong with that, is there?" Malicious asked as she pinched her lover's nipples and thrust deep inside. "Ahh, isn't it nice to be fucked like this? To lay back and drown in ecstasy. To give in to the flesh. Your kind preach this all the time. And you're such a, mm, such a good speci— oh fuck that's— ah!"

Vyla shuddered as her insides were splashed and flooded with Malicious' magically-induced seed. Like Zeerae, the Ralta spurted an impressive quantity and it quickly began to run down Vyla's thighs.

Just as the barrage started to wane, Zeerae clenched up too and Vyla tasted the shocking sweetness of the cum that followed. She gulped down what she could but managed only a few mouthfuls before she had to breath.

Despite what must have been a powerful orgasm, Malicious managed to keep her thrusting constant and two climaxes quickly rolled into a third. Vyla pulled her mouth off of Zeerae's cock and cried out with the eruption that seared her body. She slid from Malicious and fell to the slickened floor where her hands quickly found her pussy and began stroking frantically to ride out the wave.

As Vyla gasped and moaned, her eyes wandered towards movement off to one side. There she saw Malicious rolling her construct onto its back. The Ralta shuffled between Zeerae's legs, on her knees, and bent over to lap at the false Siren's pussy that remained beneath the still-rigid cock.

Vyla could only watch and stroke herself as Malicious went from eating out her creation to spearing it with her cock. The two continued to fuck like this while their playmate recovered and fingered the tired, but satisfied, confines between her legs.

The minutes passed and Malicious came inside Zeerae who rolled her head back in a silent scream of passion. Then the two cuddled together upon the floor, passing lazy kisses between one another. Malicious turned her head in Vyla's direction and the afterglow party shifted to her position with Ralta and false Siren lying on either side.

Vyla looked at Malicious in wonder. A Shasling yet so skilled in an art that Sirens had always considered theirs alone.

Such a strange world you are, land.

Then she finally allowed the darkening haze of exhaustion to creep in. Her finals thoughts wandered to what Ronav would think. Dread marred the much-needed sleep.

===

Zeerae didn't make a move when the door to their cell screamed open, encouraging Ronav and Nimtith to maintain a similar shroud of apathy. The Shasteless remained imprisoned in her cage, after all. Even if they had jumped Malicious the second she returned, they still needed a way to free their comrade.

"I see you've taken the liberty of freeing— what happened to the girl?" Malicious asked. She pointed to the far wall where Yis sat.

Yis looked up, aware that she had become the subject of their hosts interest. Doing so parted the hair across her forehead and revealed a nasty-looking lump accompanied by plenty of dried scratches. The palms of her hands were similarly damaged.

Since waking up, Yis had tried the door again, strongly voiced her panic, only to be silenced by Zeerae, and flown about the room a bit. It took a while but she had ultimately tired of being afraid and had sat herself upon the floor. Strangely, the spot she chose was closer to the Siren's cage than Ronav and Nimtith's side of the room.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Ronav had concluded. Faced with a bigger threat, Yis had wanted someone to talk to; she only had the one choice. Of course, the enemy of her enemy also happened to be an enemy; that hadn't seemed to bother her. Talk they did, albeit, in short bouts that mostly consisted of Yis accusing Zeerae of being involved in their capture. Once that died down, the Siren stopped translating.

Ronav, meanwhile, had busied himself with getting all his muscles to stop moaning their soreness. A process still underway when Malicious walked in moments ago.

"She doesn't cope well with enclosed spaces," Zeerae explained. "Those wounds were brought by her battering the door."

"And what did she hope to gain from that?"

The Siren shrugged. "Freedom, I suppose, futile as it was. She isn't the brightest lure in the depths."

Malicious turned her head back to Yis who shrank under the Ralta's eyeless stare. "She seems to have punished herself well enough so that lesson should be learned. But if you've any further plans to escape, your friend here will convince you otherwise."

Vyla shuffled through the doorway. No cocoon of sound swirled around her body. She walked freely yet she made no effort to cut Malicious down or escape the prison.

"Back to your cell," Malicious commanded. Her tone came polite but firm.

Vyla nodded. She stepped across the stone floor and entered her cage, even going so far as to close the bars behind her.

"What did you do to her?" Ronav asked. He didn't know whether or not to word his question with anger or with simple curiosity. Vyla had suddenly become complacent and calm, a good change were this anyone else.

"Only what she wanted," Malicious replied. Her head then turned in the direction of Yis. "Now, I believe the next subject will be our fluttery little friend."

"I wouldn't advise that. She won't be useful," Zeerae chirped up.

"I'll be the judge there." Malicious uttered something and her coiling cocoon of sound flowed forth.

Back against the wall, Yis started trembling as the shimmering snake of voice slid towards her. She floated upwards, in an effort to escape, and slid along the stone.

"Believe me," said Zeerae. "She may appear an adult but she has the mind of a child and you'll set her off again. Not to mention her only words are Siren."

"Siren? Now you have piqued by curiosity."

"Eee!" Yis shrieked when the snake lunged towards her. She darted towards the door but the spell wrapped around her ankles and pulled her to the ground. The Chayli girl cried and blubbered as silken walls of sound wrapped around her.

"Can't you see she's afraid?!" Ronav shouted when Zeerae failed to protect their friend any further.

"Fear can be useful to me..."

Ronav almost lunged towards the Ralta but he paused when she raised a hand in his direction. Those hands commanded strange power.

"You will have her back safe, my words are on the fact. And a Ralta's word is a powerful thing." Without further flair, Malicious parceled up her prize and began to drag it from the room as she had done with Vyla. Yis' wails of terror dimmed, but didn't die, as her bindings closed. None, not even Ronav, did anything to stop the sorceress. The only ones who had a hope of fighting were locked away.

"What's she going to do?" Ronav asked the world as though it might reply.

Zeerae answered instead. "Presumably the same that was done to our friend here. Speaking of..." She turned to Vyla. "What in the void happened to you?"

Vyla looked at her fellow Siren, then to the rest of the room. She walked through the bars of her cage, her pace reminiscent of when she had been freshly injured, and beckoned Zeerae to do the same. Only once they were standing together, slightly smaller than their normal height, did they begin a private conversation.

Ronav strained his ears but the words that flew between the Sirens were too faint and whispered to hear. The only noises in the room were the breathy tones of Zeerae and Vyla. His hints to the development of their conversation came purely from the former's facial expressions. Uncertain frown, curious tilt, wide eyes, very wide eyes.

"I, uh... I see," Zeerae said at last. She then faced the rest of their party. "It is imperative to our escape that I be experimented on next."

"No arguments here," said Nimtith.

"What did Vyla tell you that made that imperative?" Ronav asked.

Zeerae blinked. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. That was just something else we were talking about."

Ronav narrowed his eyes. "We were planning to kill Yis to escape a little while ago," he said, keeping that charade in play. "But now, just after talking to Vyla, you have a new idea. What did she say?"

"You were planning to kill—"

"Only Siren business," said Zeerae, cutting Vyla off. "It would be easy for me to find our escape should I be given a good viewing of this place. Vyla could have done it but something... distracted her."

"No, that's it," Vyla snarled. Shrunk down as she presently was, the effect was more comical than intimidating. "She only wants to go with Malicious so she can try the sex."

"Ha!" Zeerae laughed. "I knew I could get you to tell them yourself."

Vyla's rage vanished as she realized she'd been tricked. Then it came back double. She hissed mightily and her body rippled. But rather than challenge Zeerae, she stalked back to her cage, sat down and faced the wall. Then Vyla's features took on an unnatural sheen, in the dim light, as her entire body solidified.

Ronav stared at the Tomateless. Hurt again, they needed to put a stop to Zeerae's constant stream of abuse. He didn't know whether or not he should follow up on their present course of conversation. Fortunately, Nimtith made that decision instead.

"So did anyone else hear her say 'try the sex'?" the Chayli man asked.

Zeerae flashed a toothy grin from her cage. "Indeed, dearest. It would seem that our captors intentions in experimentation are sexual in nature. Rather, as Vyla explained it to me, she is a sound sorceress researching magic and alchemy with a focus on sex-related products. She wants to test them on us."

Ronav rubbed his temples. Of course, he thought to himself. Countless leagues of land between here and the sea and we have to get captured by the lunatic sorceress. "Wait, that means Yis is about to get..."

"I suspect so. Oh, don't frown like that, dear. Who knows, maybe a good session will do some wonders for the girl. Loosen her up a little."

Ronav paid no attention to the Siren. All he could think of was Yis, adult in body but not in mind, being subjected to Ka knows what level of experiments. Whatever effect it would have on the poor girl, he knew it wouldn't be good.

"Maybe I'm a bit behind," Nimtith's voice broke in. "Why do you want to be her next subject. Is it part of the escape plan or not?"

"Of course it's not, weren't you listening? I want to try the sex."

"No!" Ronav shouted, almost surprising himself with the abruptness. The sudden attention of everyone in the room made him stumble over his next words but he got there eventually. "This is all getting ridiculous. We need to focus on escaping and saving Yis. Who knows what that woman will do once she's finished with us."

"She said she'd let us go," Vyla mumbled.

"Sure she said that. But maybe she was lying. You know, lying? That thing you two do all the time. And besides, that's only after she's broken the bodies of each of us. Maybe we can stand up to it but I know for sure that Yis can't!" Ronav's chest rose and fell as he stared across the room at the two Sirens. One still had her back turned and he realized that he had crossed a line. "Vyla... I'm sorry I—"

"Oh don't be sorry, dear," Zeerae chimed in. "She still hasn't corrected her biggest lie to you."

"No!" hissed Vyla, snapping out of her apathy. Her body melted out of its statue-like state.

"What lie?" Ronav asked.

"I'll kill you if you tell!"

"You're so kind to him, parbos," said Zeerae. She stood her ground inside the cage and her eyes flashed from Vyla to Ronav. "She should have confessed this to you after she did so to me. I've been far too patient in waiting for it to come to light."

"Don't!" A dozen clangs echoed around the room as Vyla fired a barrage of spines towards Zeerae. Each missile either clattered against the bars or found itself slapped away effortlessly

"Ronav there are no southsea Sirens. Your friend is leading you on a goose chase because—"

"Yaa!" Vyla burst through the bars of her fellow Siren's cage and they tangled together. Grunts and hisses were the only indication as to how the blur of motion was progressing.

Vyla couldn't win this, Ronav knew. A sizeable portion of her body sat behind in her cage. "Stop!" he shouted. They needed to save their strength for escaping but his command went ignored.

The Sirens fought and whirled around one another within the confined arena. Screeches sounded as blades and claws glanced against the bars. Ronav ran forwards, plumbing his mind for a way to get them to stop. Then he saw it, though it would only aggravate already strained relations.

Without pausing to dwell on the matter any further. Ronav grabbed hold of the flesh rope that linked Vyla's body to her heart and brain inside her prison. He lifted the strange ribbon, gripped and pulled. It didn't take much to tear through.

The fighting stopped half a second later. Zeerae shrugged off the lifeless body of Vyla and stepped aside.

"Gah!" Vyla gasped as a new mouth opened on the lump of flesh in her cage. "Wh— traitor!" she cried blindly. Her eyes would have had to remain with her lost body.

"Stop fighting!" he shouted back. In his right hand, Vyla's flesh rope tugged but he held firm.

"I'd sooner die! She treads on me without mercy yet you stand by to watch. If she's won you then I have nothing left."

"You will die if we don't reconnect you," said Zeerae. "You can't survive with a body that small."

Small indeed, at the present. Vyla was little more than an ugly lump with a mouth. A weak one at that, if the pulling in his hand was any indication. But Ronav looked into that twisted, barely-present face and saw past the appearance. Beneath it lay pain and monumental frustration. The gritted gums, for she hadn't formed teeth, of a creature who had fought her whole life only to lose just as many times.

Everything clicked then. It was as if his week suddenly played in reverse and Ronav could see every part that he had missed. There were the obvious things such as Vyla's background or the conversation that he and Zeerae had had at the Shasteless home in Shadetree Fold. Then he saw the subtle clues. The seemingly-innocent words that passed between him and Vyla. Her constant barrage of slights in those first two days that would have seemed playful had he properly understood them.

"I think he's finally figured it out..." said Zeerae.

Ronav's eyes refocused on Vyla. His heart was beating now. "Don't fight her," he said. "But not because she doesn't deserve it."

Vyla nodded as best she could. With her signal he brought her broken body together again. Seconds later he watched the Siren shifting back through Zeerae's cage.

Ronav wanted to talk to her. He almost did when she came in range but she slipped past just as quickly and retreated to her prison.

Ronav opened his mouth to say something regardless and was stopped immediately when a hand fell on his shoulder. Zeerae had appeared next to him and she shook her head. Why do you get to do this? Ronav silently asked the other Siren. Push us to a limit then reel us in like a fish on a line.

Because you need it, Ronav read in her eyes.

===

Yis' eyes crawled the walls of the passage down which she found herself being dragged. Stone everywhere, and so close. Dark, cold, choking stone that pushed her down and blotted out the sun and sky and kept the wind from blowing through her hair. Stone that scratched when rubbed or bruised when struck. Nothing but lifeless, heat-sapping stone. That meant a cave which could mean wolves or bears but she feared neither at the present. All that worried Yis was the figure ahead. The dark woman, hooded like Trym, but far from kind.

It felt as though some kind of web bound her body. Spiders? Was this woman a spider? But the web looked strange and it made a soft humming noise. Not a spider, not a web. Something worse.

Yis shuddered and yelped as another door screeched open. She twisted over to see where they were going. More hard things. Some were shiny like water and she could almost see her face trapped in them. That made her desire escape even more. Her and mirror Yis.

She needed the sun and the sky. Her head hurt furiously and only the outside world would stop the throbbing pain and choking breath. fresh air, treetops seen from above, flowing wind. Yis redoubled her struggles against the not-web cocoon.

"You're as stubborn as the other," said the dark woman. The strange words and voice promised nothing but fear and misery.

Yis trembled as she clawed against her confines. The airblades on her back slashed away to no avail. She wanted to get off the ground, at least. Even through the cocoon she could feel the dirt beneath her. Strange, dirt had never bothered her in the past. The forest was full of it, after all. Yet this kind felt unnatural and barren. The kind of dirt that wouldn't sprout a flower even with plenty of sun and rain. She wanted to get as far away from it as possible. She couldn't so she screamed.

"Stop that," Malicious growled.

Yis couldn't understand the funny language so she cried over the top. She thrashed in her prison. Skin and bone slapped against the floor but she didn't feel any pain at the present. Her voice helped to drown it all out.

Yis' screams came in waves. A deep breath and a rattle of death. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

"Ora ah!" the lady shouted.

The sensation that filled Yis' throat only served to make her more afraid. But her voice drained away and her fears could no longer be resounded around the room. That didn't put an end to her panic. She put the screaming energy into flailing. More so when she caught a glimpse of the wooden planks on one wall that held lots of shiny things. Colorful things. Instinct and a life in the forest told her what such bright objects had to mean. Poisonous.

Yis flailed out for a shiny stick that jutted straight out of the ground. There were three others in reach and she quickly wrapped herself around two of them, braced as firm as she could. No poison, Yis resolved and she clamped her jaws shut. You could never trust anything too bright. Anything in the forest that wanted to be noticed could only be hiding something sneaky. She'd had her share of bright berries to learn that lesson well. Too many nights filled with spasmodic dreams and a churning stomach to accompany the torment.

"I'm on the edge of losing my patience with you," came the woman's terrible voice.

Yis squeezed her eyes shut. Tears and mucus were flowing free to dirty her face but she didn't care. She found herself falling back through the years to her old house. So distant now. Her memories turned to scraped elbows and knees and the soothing that each received from a hug or a kiss. If not for the faint, droning buzz, she might have been able to imagine this cocoon as a similar embrace. But she couldn't.

Hands gripped under Yis' shoulders and she tried to yelp. The woman was pulling her away from safety. Doom and pain and more suffocating fear awaited in that direction. The corners of the sticks dug into Yis' arms and legs but she didn't let go.