Maid to Serve Ch. 03

Eleanor lowered herself into the water, feeling the warmth as she did so and becoming more comfortable with the new way in which her body moved now that she was in her native element. She had always been a strong swimmer, and she soon found that the reality of having tail to manage in the water rather than a pair of legs radically altered the way in which she was able to move. Soon she discovered that she was best served by relying mainly upon the motion of her tail and leaving her arms by her sides as the deep, powerful sweep of the single limb was able to propel her without their aid.

With every second she spent in the water, she seemed to loose ever more of her previous fears and anxiety as though they were washed away as she swam. When she inevitably began to tire, Eleanor surfaced and surveyed her surroundings. Settling on the imitation waterfall and its man made rocks; she cruised over in their direction before hauling herself out of the water and onto the nearest outcropping.

The perch she had chosen was flat and wide enough for her to lie on her side and she did so, draping her tail over the edge and stroking her stomach lazily with one hand while the other played with her long red hair.

"Now what have we here?"

The sound of the Squire's voice caused Eleanor to glance up and see him regarding her from the far side of the pool. He was dressed in full fishing attire and a collection of associated paraphernalia was heaped at his side. It seemed that she had been so distracted that he had been able to enter the pool house and watch her sporting in the water without her noticing his presence for some time.

She propped herself up on one elbow and regarded him with a genuine feeling of disinterest that surprised the more sober part of her mind. This was the man who had kidnapped her and used her as a plaything; she should have been cowering in fear from him. But the voice in her head that had begun to speak since her transformation into a mermaid was not in the least bit impressed.

So what, it said at the sight of him, all men are driven by that same urge to copulate that exists deep down in their most primitive core and he's no different. He may take hold of this body and have his way, but he would only be the latest of many to be lured by the sight of a siren and dashed on the rocks of his own desire in the process. So let him take this body, because after all, what else are mermaids made of rubber for?

Gripped by the spirit of her mermaid alter ego, Eleanor slowly liked her lips and sat up to meet his gaze before sliding off the rocks and into the water with a resulting splash.

"Looks like I need some bait," the Squire turned to Alwyn who had a fishing rod of massive length and solid construction ready to place in his hand. He took the rod and reached down into the tackle boxes at his feet, pulling an object made of black rubber from the nearest and hooking it to the end of his line. As he twirled the rod, preparing to cast the line into the pool, it became apparent that the object on the end of the line was a large dildo, ribbed and dotted with small protrusions along the length of its shaft.

The phallus arched out over the pool as the Squire cast off and broke the surface no more than a few feet from Eleanor's face as she swam beneath the water. At first she was confused as to what it was, but closer examination saw her eyes widen in surprise and her hands reached out to grasp the thing as she swam in a tight circle. Before she had consciously studied the dildo, she was seized by an urge that could not be resisted and slipped the head and then the shaft into her mouth.

On the side of the pool, the Squire saw the bubbles released from her lungs as she opened her mouth and gave a cry of triumph as he began to reel in his catch.

Eleanor felt the sudden pull on the line and instinctively gripped it with both hands, her teeth biting down on the shaft of the dildo as if she were determined not to be deprived of its length. Soon she was drawn to the side where she felt the weight of a net cast over her and she was hauled, struggling from the water to be deposited on the tiled floor with her tail slapping against the ceramic surface and making a sound that echoed around the pool house.

"Spirited one, eh?"

The Squire laughed as he hauled the net and the indignant rubber mermaid across the tiles in spite of her incoherent protests. Eleanor had spat out the dildo and was now yanking at the net as if hoping to free herself with her webbed hands. She hurled what she thought was abuse at him, but in truth all she managed to vocalise were meaningless sounds of anger and frustration, as if she had been reduced to the mental state of an irate animal. The more she struggled and fought, the more he laughed, simply amused at the ferocity of the creature he had netted.

Eventually the Squire came to a halt and Eleanor felt something being tied around her tail, just above the fin. But before she could see what was happening, she felt something dragging her upwards by the end of her tail and she let out a screech of terror as the world turned upside down. Inch by inch she was hauled higher off the ground until she came to a halt, rotating gently and able to see that she had been suspended perhaps four feet from the ground, her arms hanging by her head and her breasts threatening to obscure the view.

Glancing through the mass of red wig and breast that was hampering her line of sight, she could just make out the Squire striking a mocking pose as he placed a hand on her tail and brandished his rod with the other. In front of him, Alwyn held up an old fashioned camera complete with flash bulb and snapped a picture of the bizarre scene for posterity.

A trophy, Eleanor realised, he's strung me up as a bloody trophy!

She could not control her anger at that moment and began to thrash back and forth on the end of the rope. How dare he treat her like this? She was a mermaid, a thing of beauty and grace that should have been painted in oils by a damn tortured genius rather than being treated like a prize turbot and strung up by her fins!

The Squire backed off a few feet and began to laugh once more at the rubber mermaid's impotent rage, safe in the knowledge that he was out of her reach. He retired to a folding chair that Alwyn seemed to produce from nowhere and took great delight in each jerk and spasm that Eleanor's body managed to produce.

But all too soon she began to tire once more and the fire that had been so intense faded to almost nothing, made only worse by the disorientation that she felt at being hung upside down. Mere minutes later her arms hung down limply and she finally stopped struggling as fatigue filled her from head to tail.

Once he was satisfied she was spent, the Squire got to his feet and walked over to where she was turning gently as she hung from the rope. He unzipped his trousers and presented her dazed features with his penis, semi-erect and sheathed in a similar shade of rubber to her own flesh.

Still in a haze from her exertions, Eleanor reached for the member with one webbed hand. Once she had a weak grasp of the shaft, he guided it into her half-open mouth and met with little resistance as he pressed it between her lips.

Eleanor had no energy left to do anything but submit to his demands and she began to massage his penis as best she could with her tongue. She had little experience of oral techniques, but the instinctive way in which she took him into her mouth and slowly built the pressure she applied spoke of her deferring to his demands and surrendering to his will. Perhaps he sensed her will to fight as it finally collapsed, his penis becoming stiffer in response to her attentions.

Eleanor had no recollection of how long he left her there, but eventually she felt the rope being lowered a little at a time until she was again laid upon the tiles, caught in the coils of the net. She sensed, rather than felt the touch of arms as they lifted her from the net and carried her a short distance to a reclining couch a few feet from the edge of the pool. She was laid down on her stomach and stroked, petted and squeezed as one might handle a tactile ball of clay.

All trace of resistance was gone from her mind and her body as the Squire played with his prize. She simply watched as he made her play with his penis, stroking the shaft with webbed fingers and thumbs. He kneaded her breasts together, pushing up the shells so that the adhesive tugged on her nipples below and she let out a tiny moan at the sensation. When he finally straddled her tail and sank his member into the hidden entrance between her buttocks, then beyond into the sheath that filled her vagina, it seemed that her entire body sighed in release and resignation.

Eleanor finally felt the length of his penis sink into her and knew in that moment what it was to be an object intended purely and simply for the sexual gratification of another. Every thought of self pity, anger and resentment for what had been done to her was gone in that moment, replaced not by a wonderful dawning of realisation or wonder in what she had been forced to become, but instead with a quiet acceptance of what was being done to her. There was no way to escape the fate with which she had been saddled, and so the parts of her mind that would only be destroyed and irrevocably eroded by that fate slowly receded into the depths of her soul. As she was penetrated in body and soul, her internal landscape restructured itself to cope as best it could with the treatment she received and the woman who emerged from the change was not the same one who had been snatched from her solitary walk some days before.

The new woman who wore Eleanor's face, but was not the Eleanor who had once lived behind the same eyes, began to smile as she made a good show of wriggling beneath the Squire's weight. He was enjoying himself and he was still full of energy, stimulating her bodily and sending ripples of pleasure down the length of her pinned tail so that her fin waved in the air and her webbed fingers clawed at the couch beneath her.

She did not for one moment think of herself as a woman in a costume because she was simply whatever he demanded that she be. Right now she was a rubber mermaid with a slinky tail, she would not have tried to stand as if she had legs if her life had depended on it. It was fine to do nothing more than lounge around, flipping her tail and being ridden when the mood took him because that was all she was for.

What more could she want?

As the Squire made love to his rubber mermaid, she allowed herself to wonder what else the future had in store for her.

Whatever it was, she wanted to come back to the pool and be ridden again soon.

It would be so terrible to be bored.