Act 1 – The Island

At first, Sarah had been sure that she wouldn’t be able to handle the heat of the Island, never mind the Mediterranean as a whole, imagining long and sleepless nights wrapped in sweat-soaked bedclothes and days of fatigue that would follow. She was used to a colder climate and the need to wrap up in warm clothes on a daily basis, but to her surprise, she found herself acclimatising within the first day aboard the ship that would carry her around the various islands on their cruise. Somehow the warmth seemed to sink into her skin, rather than fluster her, and she grew to enjoy the sensation of the sun on her bare skin more than she could have imagined.

   Laura, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. Sarah’s best friend proved not only to be very susceptible to sunburn, but also irresistible to the many insects that called the islands they visited home. Where the blonde strode past such troubles like a serene siren on the way to the beach, the brunette spent most of her time batting away mosquitos or slathering her reddened skin in endless layers of sun-block in the vain hope of improving her situation. Of course, the irony was not lost on either of the friends that it had been Laura who convinced Sarah that the trip was a good idea in the first place, not knowing how things would turn out in reality.

   But they had somehow managed to make the most of the time away, seeing the sights and making memories that should last them a lifetime to come. Though now that they were making the last stop of the cruise, Sarah was starting to feel her thoughts turning towards home and the chance to see her boyfriend again once they were back. That was when she had a second to herself and the space to actually think clearly, as the final night of the cruise was supposed to be the big blow-out of the trip, a party to top all of the others and a suitable finale to the fun and frivolities they had already enjoyed as they travelled around the Mediterranean.

   “What in the hell are you doing?!?”

   Sarah started at the sound of the familiar voice in her ear, almost dropping the cocktail that she was holding in her hand as she stared aimlessly out to sea. The drink was a complicated affair of fruit, straws, and novelty umbrellas, sweet and yet dangerously strong in terms of its alcohol content. And thus far, Sarah had drunk more of them than she cared to remember.

   “Huh…what?” Sarah stammered.

   “I said what are you doing,” Laura repeated herself, “mooching in the corner by yourself?”

   “I was just thinking,” Sarah replied, “about going home.”

   Laura gave her friend a crooked smile and walked over to the edge of the terrace where the other woman was standing. She leaned on the railing at her side and looked out in the same direction, but it was clear that she had no interest in contemplating the wine-dark sea.

   “You were thinking about Hunter,” she said, “weren’t you?”

   “No,” Sarah objected too loudly, “well…not just about him.”

   “Urgh…Sarah!” Laura shook her head in despair. “This vacation was supposed to be all about forgetting what goes on back home, remember? Especially your on-again off-again relationship with that animated Ken doll!”

   “Hey,” Sarah turned to face her friend, “Hunter is not some kind of male bimbo!”

   “Well,” Laura shrugged, “he looks like one, and that’s for sure! But why are you even thinking about him right now? We have some serious partying to do before morning. And we’re on an actual, bone fide billionaire’s personal island! How crazy is that? It’s like getting to hang out with Bruce Wayne or something!”

   “I think the tour-guide said he was a millionaire,” Sarah corrected her friend, “not a billionaire.”

   “Who cares about the details,” Laura brushed her friend’s comment aside, “the important thing is that we sniff this guy out and introduce ourselves to him. I mean, if he owns an entire island and is cool enough to let a boatload of strangers come party on it, then he has to be worth getting to know!”

   Sarah felt an odd sense of dread run down the length of her spine at the very idea of trying to find which one of the people mingling and dancing around the palatial complex to which they had been admitted was actually Robert Castellano. In fact, the very idea of coming ashore and being the guest of the reclusive millionaire had put her in a state of unease, and only Laura’s cajoling had made her disembark when the time actually came. It was not the invitation itself that bothered Sarah, more the contradiction that it implied about the man who had made it.

   Until now, all that she had known about Robert Castellano was the basic information the man allowed to be released to the public, that he was a very rich and very reclusive millionaire. So, it came as a surprise to her that such a person would be willing to open up his own private island to an entire cruise ship and host them all for a party at his own expense. Even the announcement of the stop at the island had come out of the blue, and though the staff on the boat explained it as a surprise that was part of the cruise, she could not help thinking that it was nothing of the kind and that behind their professional masks, the crew were as baffled as the passengers.

   “You’re right,” said another voice, “I am actually not a billionaire.”

   This time Laura was as surprised as Sarah, and both of the friends jumped at the sound.

   As one they turned to see a man standing behind them, close enough to hear their words.

   “But I do have to say that I like being compared to Bruce Wayne,” the man chuckled. “Though I don’t spend my evenings dressed in black and fighting crime. So, I’m sorry if that comes as anything of a disappointment.”

   Sarah swallowed hard as she took the time to look the newcomer from head to toe and back again, making a mental checklist as she did so. Tall and obviously given to working out on a daily basis, check. Immaculately groomed and yet somehow looking like it was all casual and involved no effort, check. Easy smile that spoke of being used to having every eye in the room on him, but making whoever he talked to feel like they were the only other person in the world, check. Sarah fought the urge to shake her head at the unfairness of the situation, wondering why in the hell this man was not possessed of an ugly face or some other blemish that would have balanced out his obvious charms even a little. Nobody should have had all those gifts, been a millionaire and on top of it all be so handsome as well.

   “Mister Castellano, I presume?”

   Sarah was surprised at the confidence with which she pronounced the words, and Laura too seemed shocked, both at the idea the man himself had just appeared out of nowhere and that her friend reacted with such apparent nonchalance. The only one of the three who did not seem in the least bit surprised was the newcomer himself, who simply gave them a winning smile before nodding his head to confirm that Sarah was right.

   “You got me,” he chuckled, “guilty as charged!”

   “No way,” Laura shook her head, “no way…”

   “Ah,” Castellano held up a hand, “don’t say it a third time, please! It feels like that would make it into some kind of spell or something. You know? Like a charm that would make me disappear or turn back into a frog at midnight?”

   Laura looked from Castellano to Sarah and back again, her expression that of a startled fish.

   But Sarah herself could not help bursting into laughter.

   “At least someone around here finds me funny,” Castellano chuckled.

   “I…I have to go get another drink,” Laura stammered before hurrying away.

   Sarah and Castellano watched her leave in silence, and then exchanged an awkward smile.

   “Will she be okay?” he asked.

   Sarah noted the tone in Castellano’s voice, that beneath the amusement it sounded like he was genuinely concerned for her friend’s wellbeing, and that could not help but endear the man to her more than a little.

   “Trust me,” Sarah said, “she’ll get over it.”

   “I know that I shouldn’t do that,” Castellano shook his head, “yet it’s hard to resist the chance to drop into a conversation like that. You might not believe me when I say this, but when you’re me, there’s never much of a chance to have any spontaneous fun. Every moment of your time is taken up with business and there’s always somebody that wants to grab the few seconds that you have left over as well!”

   Sarah felt a genuine pang of sympathy for the man, but she was sure that it came more from the fact that he was being charming than any real belief that his words were the whole truth. She looked around at the palatial surroundings and the sheer wealth that they suggested, and then cocked her head on one side as she regarded Castellano.

   “Seriously?” Sarah asked. “Because to me it looks like you’re just mixing with the rest of us!”

   “Seriously,” Castellano replied, “as soon as half of the people here realised who I was, they were pitching their ideas at me for businesses, investments, even offering to send me copies of their qualifications and asking me to consider hiring them. That’s why I like to crash the conversations that are about me, but not about getting something out of me.”

   Sarah was still not sure that she believed what she was being told, but she found that she was enjoying the chance to talk to the man all the same. Sometimes it was worth listening to bullshit when it was of such a high quality, like appreciating it for the art of spinning a story, regardless of the actual truth. And Castellano seemed to be a master of that particular art form, as well as intent upon practising it on her too. At the very least it would make a story that she could dine out on for a good few months once she got home – visiting a millionaire’s private island and being charmed by him while drinking a cocktail by the Mediterranean moonlight.

   “I bet you say that to all the awkward girls that come to your island,” Sarah quipped.

   Although she was doing the best that she could to sound nonchalant and unimpressed by Castellano, it was proving much harder than she had expected it would. Raised on a diet of modern Western media, she was used to the idea that the image of the slick and charismatic millionaire was a thing that existed only in fiction. But the guy was proving that she had been mistaken, and though the alcohol must have been a factor, Sarah could not deny that she was feeling drawn towards Castellano more with every second that passed.

   “No, no,” Castellano shook his head, “I make a point of never letting my guard down around most people. I only talk about this kind of thing to those that I feel a special pull towards.”

   “Wh…what do you mean?” Sarah cringed inwardly at the way she stammered the question.

   But if he did notice her nerves, Castellano chose to ignore them.

   “I have to confess that I was coming over here in the hope of getting a chance to speak to you,” he shrugged, “and when I realised you were already talking about me…well, I saw the perfect chance to interject myself without needing to make it all formal and tedious.”

   Sarah could feel the blood rising in her cheeks as Castellano said all of this, and she knew that she must have been blushing in that moment. This wasn’t supposed to be happening to her, not as a modern woman that was more than used to dealing with the insincere chat-up lines guys regularly trotted out. But somehow the idea that a millionaire wanted to single her out for his attention was too flattering to allow natural cynicism to prevail.

   “Y…you’re serious?” she asked.

   “Of course I am,” Castellano nodded. “Come on – let’s grab a drink somewhere a little more private.”

   Sarah knew that she should have said no, that she could easily have used Laura as an excuse to get out of going somewhere alone with this stranger. But the problem was that she actually wanted to go where he was leading her, and so she did nothing but nod and follow on Castellano’s wake. After all, it was a small island where she could not really get lost, and everyone at the party could see who she was with and where they were going too. All it would take was a cry for help and she would be extricated form the situation, and of course all of that thinking hinged on the notion that she might want to be saved from the clutches of Robert Castellano – a scenario that Sarah found hard to imagine.

Sarah could not help looking back over her shoulder as she followed Castellano into a doorway in a wall a little way off, the wall that had thus far been the only thing keeping the passengers from the cruise ship corralled in the part of the island that they were allowed to see and roam around in. She obligingly stepped through and allowed him to close it behind them, turning to see that a small private garden lay on the other side, but she felt the need to speak up as the door clicked shut, even if only to show that she was not merely a silent participant in what Castellano was doing.

   “What about Laura,” she asked in a controlled tone, “what if she comes back and finds me gone?”

   Without missing a beat, Castellano gave Sarah another winning smile.

   “No need to worry,” he said. “I’ll have one of my people tell her where we are, and then she can join us. I wasn’t intending to steal you away on your own – sorry if that’s what you thought was going on here!”

   Sarah couldn’t help feeling relieved the moment that the words emerged from Castellano’s mouth, because as much as she found the millionaire charming, she was still not about to put herself solely in his hands, especially on an island that he owned entirely. She had no idea what the relationship between Castellano and the mainland authorities might have been, but people who could afford their own island probably did not buy one that would make it easy for bureaucrats to stick an officious nose into their private business. But the fact that she now knew Laura would be joining them meant that she was able to relax and enjoy the chance to be shown around Castellano’s private domain by the man himself.

   “Very nice,” Sarah smiled as she was shown to a small table with a matching couple of chairs, “very nice indeed, Mister Castellano.” There was a growing confidence in her voice as she sat down and accepted the drink that the millionaire handed her, the same kind of confidence that she was known for back home when amongst friends. The change did not seem to have escaped the notice of her host either, and he could not suppress a chuckle as he sat down in the chair opposite.

   “I think so,” he nodded, “I think so. This is more my kind of taste than the rest of the island tends to be, less showy and more substantial than what you see out there. Most of it is for show, so that I can keep up appearances with the people that visit the island. You see, they expect to see me living in the kind of crazy opulence that’s on show out there. But it can start to become onerous after a while.”

   “You do seem to suffer,” Sarah made a mock show of sympathy, “it must be terribly hard.”

   Castellano chuckled again, seeming to take on offence from the way that he was being mocked.

   “Yes, yes,” he nodded, “poor little me.”

   Sarah laughed too, realising that she was doing so with more abandon as time went by, the strength of the drink she was sipping being considerably more than the ones she had already consumed at the beginning of the night.

   “And I suppose this is the part where you tell me that you’re so terribly lonely,” Sarah was on a roll now, unable to stop herself as the words began to tumble from her lips, “that all you really want is a woman that understands you – maybe even loves you. But that’s the one thing in the world that all of your money can’t buy. Until tonight, when you stumbled across a couple of crazy, quirky girls on a cruise, yeah?”

   Castellano shook his head as he continued to laugh.

   “Well,” he said, “that would make sense if this were a Hollywood movie or some kind of trashy romantic novel. But as it’s the real world, it goes more like this – the millionaire doesn’t want companions, he wants human playthings. And the girls that he sets his sights on are, as you say, crazy and quirky. Yet also naïve enough to drink the spiked cocktails that he offered her. So she falls unconscious and the ships sails away without her…”

   Sarah shook her head in confusion and made to get up.

   Or at least she tried to stand up and failed in the attempt.

   As soon as she left the safety of the chair, the world wheeled and span around her, turning into a baffling kaleidoscope of vertiginous colours and shapes, none of which made sense as up became down and reality turned inside out.

   The last thing that she heard was the sound of Castellano, still chuckling as she faded into unconsciousness.

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Paul Livingston had been awoken in the middle of the night to the incessant and high-pitched ringing sound of his mobile phone which was adjacent to him on the bedside locker. Paul was reluctant to answer the phone preferring instead to enjoy his well-earned slumber. Paul was a leading surgeon in the United Kingdom and a prominent researcher in the field of genetics research. He had published several successful books on the subject and was well regarded in his field and was lauded for his ground-breaking and sometimes risky surgeries that had drastically improved the quality of life for his patients. His techniques had revolutionized the field of cosmetic surgery forever.

Paul rolled over onto his side and picked up his phone and groggily wiped his eyes so he could see the screen of his phone. He saw the caller was listed as Robert Castellano and he immediately sat bolt upright in bed. His jerky movement caused his wife to awaken. Robert sat on the side of the bed holding the still ringing phone in his hand. He was fully awake now.

“Paul,” said his wife sleepily, “who is calling you so early in the morning?” she asked as she gestured at the alarm clock beside her bed where the LED lights indicated that it was 1 a.m. in the morning.

“It’s nothing to worry about honey,” said Paul reassuringly. “It is just work-related business,” he said as he stood up and retrieved his dressing gown from the hook adjacent to his bed. His wife was too tired to argue and went back to sleep, turning away from him and snuggling into the expensive and extremely comfortable duvet.

Paul walked across the tiled floor of the bedroom hurriedly, feeling the cold chill of the tiles. The phone had stopped ringing and Paul was anxious to return the call. Afterall Robert Castellano was not known for his patience and Paul knew it was imperative he rang him back pronto.

Paul opened the door that led out onto the balcony. He briefly admired the central London view as he took a deep breath of that cold English air. The rain was drizzling as Paul hit the redial button on his phone and waited for Robert to pick up. As Paul listened to the dial tone his mind started to remember the early days of his career.

Ten years ago, Paul was a virtual unknown. His peers and fellow academics had written him off as an abject failure, a mad and delinquent Doctor with ideas that were quite simply untenable. No one was willing to fund Paul, not medical institutions, non-profits or governmental funding groups paid him the blindest bit of attention. All the organisations responsible for funding had already written him off without truly listening to the content of his pitches. His ideas were considered too dangerous and unethical to be worth consideration in the realms of “serious science”.

Paul had been despondent and in a bad place both professionally and personally. His girlfriend of five years had also ended their relationship around the same time. Paul had been ready to give up on his precious research and follow a more traditional path when his paths had crossed with Robert at a charity dinner. Robert had taken a keen interest in his research and had invited him to his house that night to hear more. Robert had been enthralled by the potential of his work. Paul remembered the vindication he had felt that night when Robert had confessed that he thought his ideas were going to revolutionize the medical field in drastic and impactful ways. He had even suggested that Paul could win a Nobel prize for his work.

Robert’s encouragement meant everything to Paul, after all Robert was a man he greatly admired and respected. Robert was one of the richest men in the world, a self-made billionaire who made his money in the biotechnology industry and had grown his company into other areas such as self-driving vehicles, renewable energy resources and electronic devices and even the entertainment industry. Not a lot was known about Robert’s personal life, he was a very secretive man. He hardly ever gave press interviews and disliked appearing in the public eye. If you passed Robert on the street, you would never know he was one of the richest people to ever live on this planet. Robert seemed to enjoy this complete anonymity and relished in his privacy.

Robert had provided his backing to Paul’s research and brought the full might of his company to bear. Within a decade of that fateful meeting, they had completely changed the landscape of cosmetic surgery and Paul had become the famous and successful man he was today, and he knew it was all because of Robert’s support.

About five years into their fruitful partnership, Robert had arranged a private meeting with Paul. He had broached the idea that Robert would do some off the books work for him. Robert had been elusive as to what this work would entail and the legality of it, but Paul had told him no matter what Robert needed of him, he would have it. Paul had informed Robert that he could count on his discretion in all matters as well. That seemed to have satisfied Robert and the two men drank the rest of the night away. It seemed Robert was finally calling the favour in.

Suddenly the dial tone ended, and Paul heard a voice on the other end of the phone, the man who had given him everything. Paul held the phone speaker close to his ear, eager to hear what Robert had to say.

“My old friend, I am calling in the favour.” Robert’s voice was as steady and as confident as ever.

“Robert, you can count on me like always. I only need to know when and where?” enquired Paul.

“My mansion on Omfori island,” said Robert. “And the when is now! I have taken the liberty of having a private plane chartered from London to Greece. Once there you will be collected by my men and taken to me. A surgical theatre has already been set-up for you.”

“Thank you, boss,” said Paul. “I will leave immediately.”

“One more thing,” said Robert. “I am emailing you the details of the surgery I want performed on this woman, you have a few hours to decide the best approach to make this operation a success. I know you won’t let me down.”

After the call ended Paul immediately went back into his room and started packing. He was suddenly filled with a mixture of dread and apprehension but also a feeling of excitement. He knew it was imperative that he should perform this surgery correctly, his entire professional career now hinged upon it. If he made one mistake and botched this surgery, he was sure that Robert would pull all his funding. On the other hand, Paul was excited to flex his surgical and scientific muscles on whatever challenge Robert had laid out for him.

He quickly showered and changed into his most expensive suit and packed clothing for an extended stay just in case. With all the commotion of his packing his wife was stirring. Paul sat on the edge of the bed as he hurriedly put on both of his shoes. His wife sat up in the bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes.

“Paul, what is happening?! Why are you getting dressed so early? Can’t this work business wait till the morning?” asked his wife.

“This can’t wait till the morning. I am heading to Greece on business for Robert Castellano, this is probably the most important trip I will make in my career,” said Paul. “I love you,” said Paul as he leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips. Today was going to be an interesting day thought Paul.

Paul’s phone alerted him that an email had just been received. After unlocking his phone and navigating to the email app on his phone, he saw the email was from Robert Castellano as promised. He was instructed to delete this email and destroy his phone after reading the attachment to the email. The attachment contained a very detailed description of what exactly Robert wanted for the surgery. Paul’s eyebrows slowly raised as he read the contents of the attachment. Today was most certainly going to be an interesting day.

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Paul was collected by employees of Castellano and brought to Heathrow airport. From there he boarded the private plane and was flown to Athens. Once in Athens he was transported by helicopter to Omfori island and taken straight to Castellano’s mansion. The whole process of travelling took a few hours at most. Once at the mansion Paul was ushered into the basement where the surgical operating theatre had been set-up. The whole operation was being conducted in the dead of night and in secret so no one would know what was happening. As far as the local village was concerned, Robert would be having an ordinary night in his expansive villa.

Once Paul was gowned up in his surgical scrubs, he was taken to the makeshift operating theatre which was kitted out with state-of-the-art equipment. Paul speculated that Robert had been planning this operation for quite some time, years even. It seemed to him like Robert had been waiting for the right person. Robert’s men wheeled a table with a woman on it into the operating theatre. Paul examined the woman in front of him.

She was certainly a gorgeous woman, she had long blonde hair and a slender frame. Her face was incredibly beautiful. She was wearing a pink jumper and blue jeans. For a moment Paul wondered about the ethical implications of what he was about to do. Judging by the secrecy of this whole affair, he figured the woman in front of him had not volunteered. Paul wondered did he have the right to change this woman’s body so drastically and essentially condemn her to a life of slavery. Judging by Robert’s directions in his email this woman would almost certainly be used as a sex slave by Robert. Paul could whip out his phone right now and ring the Greek police and save this woman’s life. However, all of Paul’s ethical concerns were soon quashed by the cold, hard rational side of his mind. The part of his personality that wanted to push boundaries, the part of his mind that was utilitarian. Paul pondered all the lives his surgeries and techniques had already saved, and how many more would be saved if Robert continued to fund him. He settled the question in his mind, this woman was going to become whatever Robert wanted, after all what is one insignificant life compared to the hundreds of thousands he could save? This woman probably worked a menial job, and her biggest achievement would be getting knocked up by some man from a one-night stand and having a baby. Paul resolved to carry out this surgery as he adjusted his gloves. Firstly, he needed to know what he was dealing with, and to do that he would need to remove her clothing.

He started with her shoes, he untied the lace and removed them from her feet. The woman did not move at all, she was still very much unconscious and would be for some time. She had been given an experimental surgical drug that would render her unconscious for several more hours. He neatly placed her trainers on a table beside her. He then removed her white socks and folded and placed them neatly beside the trainers. He examined her feet with his hands. She had very flat feet which would be extremely beneficial for the transformation she was about to undergo.

Paul then retrieved his trauma shears and proceeded to cut through her pink jumper. He removed the jumper and examined her torso. The woman was very slender which was what Paul was hoping to see. It meant he had a great specimen to work with for his surgery, if she had been overweight, he would have had to carried out a liposuction as well – but this was clearly not a problem that this woman had. Next, he snipped her bra wire and removed her black bra exposing her pert B-cup breasts. Paul ran his hands along her flat stomach all the way up to her small boobs, stopping at her lips as he gently ran his index finger along her lush lips.

Her jeans were the last next item of clothing to be removed. Again, the trauma shears made quick work of the apparel and Paul removed them. Paul observed her long legs and smirked to himself as to what was to come. The last item of clothing to be removed was her panties which Paul was able to easily slip off her. He observed her legs and pubic area and was glad to see that the woman was clean shaven. No pubic hair, leg hair or armpit hair – this again made Paul’s job easier. He applied a laser to her legs and then pubic area followed by her armpits. This experimental laser was powerful enough to kill hair follicles providing permanent hair removal. Paul observed his work thus far as the sleeping woman was completely nude on the table, he decided she was now prepped.

Paul retrieved a case from beside the table and took out his laptop. He booted it up and opened a proprietary programme, GenSplice, a programme he had been instrumental in the creation of. The programme allowed you to take a sample of a patient’s DNA and sequence it on the computer. The patients DNA could then be edited down to the individual nucleotide building blocks. Ordinarily, Paul would take a sample of his patients DNA and splice it with axolotl DNA for limb regrowth, but today was no ordinary day. After taking a DNA sample from the woman he then spent around an hour sequencing and editing her DNA. Once he was satisfied with the edits he had made to her DNA he moved to the next stage of the process.

He moved from the sequencing and editing tab on the software to the serum tab. The serum tab sent the new DNA sequence to a biological reactor that would produce the serum. The entire process would not take longer than half an hour. Paul could hear the whirring and hissing of the generator as it produced the formula that he had created.

Eventually the bio reactor emitted a high-pitched noise and a green light appeared signalling that the serum was complete. Paul opened the reactor and found a small vial containing a luminous blue solution. He retrieved the vial and carefully placed it on the table. Then he proceeded to cautiously draw up a few microlitres of the solution using a syringe and brought the syringe to the woman. He gently inserted the syringe into her arm and injected the solution into her arm. The woman moaned, almost as if she was having a nightmare. He supposed she probably was.

Paul waited patiently for several minutes hoping to see the changes begin. After approximately an hour Paul had given up hope and was starting to pack up his bags with his equipment, dreading to tell Robert the experiment had not worked. However, Paul noticed that the woman’s legs were closer together than they had been before, which didn’t make sense as the woman was unconscious and so could not have moved her legs. Upon closer examination it was clear to Paul that her legs were beginning to merge. He could see that the skin between her thighs was starting to join together uniformly, it was quite the observation.

After another few minutes the woman’s thighs were completely merged, it appeared that the woman still had a hinge joint where her knees were. Paul figured at least she could still bend her legs. Then Paul noticed the woman’s feet were facing apart by one hundred and eighty degrees. Her toenails had fallen out and her toes were rapidly merging together. As her toes were combining her feet were flaring out, there was cracking noises coming from her legs as her vertebrate were reformed. Her vagina was becoming narrower and becoming closer to a slit, it was staying roughly where it was on her body. Paul saw the woman’s hips start to widen and he turned her over onto her stomach. He watched as her anus was dragged back into her body and appeared to disappear. Her ass was now completely smooth and started to grow outwards. Paul thought that the woman’s ass would compete with Kim Kardashian’s now.

Paul rolled the woman back onto her back as the changes progressed. The skin on her legs was smooth and had fully merged into one appendage. Her feet had elongated and widened to become a tail fluke. Then there was another popping noise, this time it sounded like popcorn kernels popping. Paul looked and saw a single scale appear on the woman’s legs, then another appeared in quick succession. Blue scales started to appear on the woman’s legs exponentially until her entire legs were covered in them. That technically wasn’t correct anymore though thought Paul, the woman now possessed a tail. She was, after all now a mermaid. She now had a blue mermaid’s tail that started just below her bellybutton and ended in a blue tail fluke that was several feet wide and several feet in length.

That wasn’t all the changes however, observed Paul. He had spliced fish DNA into the woman’s own DNA in order to give her the tail, but he had also taken the genes responsible for macromastia and injected them into the woman. Paul watched in wonder as the woman’s breasts slowly started to increase in size from her initial B-cups. The larger her breasts got the quicker they grew, her nipples growing in proportion with her ever enlarging chest. Paul watched as her breasts surged past DD’s and pushed forward into E-cup territory. They weren’t done just yet. They continued to grow exponentially till the lower half of her boobs was touching her bellybutton. Paul guessed the woman now possessed O-cup sized boobs. He watched as they gently rose and fell as the woman breathed in and out. He gently tweaked her nipples which elicited a slight groan from the woman, or mermaid as she now was, on the table.

Paul took a step back and admired the fruition of his work. There on the table was the first real life mermaid that ever existed, no more were mermaids just in the realms of fantasy, they had now become scientific fact. The only issue that irked Paul was the fact that he had been unable to give the woman gills, that part of the surgery was elusive to him. Paul watched as the mermaid breathed in and out, her massive bosom heaving as she did. Her blue tail was hanging off the table. Paul kissed her on the forehead, blessing his creation. He exited the surgery room to tell Robert the good news.

***

Act 2 – The Twist in The Tale

Sarah was awoken by the sound of birds chirping which brought a smile to her face. She had quite a migraine, which she figured was caused by her excessive drinking from the night before. She stared up at the fantastic deep blue of the Greek sky, not a single cloud was in sight. She relished the heat of the sun beating down upon her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Something was bothering her though, how had she ended up outside? She didn’t remember leaving Robert’s mansion the night before, she assumed she had fallen asleep in his house – but how had she ended up outside.

She opened her eyes and looked over to her left, she could see the massive chimneys of the cruise ship in the distance. She was looking forward to embarking the ship and eating some of the world-renowned Sushi they served on the ship. She felt a weight on her chest and momentarily was scared she was having a heart attack. She looked at her chest and was temporarily dumbfounded at what she saw. There were two massive mounds of flesh sitting on her chest, with two large nipples standing proudly to attention atop those said mounds. Sarah stared at the two mountains of flesh on her chest in complete bewilderment and astonishment. She reached out and touched one and was surprised to feel her own touch, the breasts jiggled at the slightest touch. Upon further examination Sarah determined her “new” breasts felt natural, there were no implants that she could discern under the flesh.

“What the fuck,” said Sarah in a panic. “Where the FUCK did these come from?” she asked herself aloud.

Sarah had a million thoughts racing through her brain at that moment: why were her breasts so large, who had done this to her, why was she outside, where were her clothes, why would someone do this to her? Sarah propped herself up on her elbows and examined her surroundings. She had been placed upon a sun lounger beside a pool outside of Robert’s mansion, this finding just gave rise to more questions in her mind.

Sarah could no longer see her lower body as it was obscured by the size of her new melons. Sarah was furious about what had been done to her body, she tried to stand up, but her legs felt strange. She tried to move them, and she heard a slapping noise. Sarah sat fully upright and looked down at her feet and was shocked to discover she no longer had legs. In place of her legs, she now a blue tail that started just below her bellybutton and ended in a flaring tailfin. Sarah tried to remove one of the scales and was met with a sharp pain that discouraged her from trying it again. Sarah felt extremely sick suddenly and leaned over the side of the lounger and started to vomit.

As she was vomiting someone gave her a bucket to vomit into and held her hair back. Sarah looked up to see Robert standing above her holding her hair. He reached down with a cloth and wiped away the vomit from her mouth. Sarah instinctively pulled away from him and tried to cover her breasts. One arm was folded around them, but they still managed to overflow.

“What the FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!” shouted Sarah as she sat up on the lounger covering her overflowing breasts.

“I know this must be hard for you Sarah, believe me I can imagine what this must be like,” said Robert sympathetically.

“Imagine what this is like?! You have turned me into a fucking mermaid! Change me back right now you bastard!” shouted Sarah.

“I’m afraid that is not possible,” said Robert as he kneeled in front of her. “You underwent an extensive genetic surgery last night, if we ever tried another surgery like that again it would be too much for your genes to handle – your very genetic code itself would be damaged irreparably,” Robert said with as much sympathy as possible.

Sarah stared into his eyes, taking in all this information. Sarah started to cry as she absorbed all this news, her mascara from the night before becoming smudged. She was now stuck in this body; she was now a mermaid for life.

“I’m leaving right now,” Sarah informed him through her tears. “I’m going straight to the police and when they find out you are going to be in so much trouble, billionaire or not they will fire you into a cell and throw away the key!” said Sarah.

Sarah attempted to stand up but instead she fell straight onto the floor, her new huge tits breaking her fall. She looked up at Robert with hatred in her eyes as she coughed as the fall had knocked the air from her.

“You can’t stand sweetheart, you don’t have legs anymore,” said Robert condescendingly as he reached forward and patted Sarah on the head.

“What do you want from me?” asked Sarah through strained breathing.

“I want you to see the gift I have given you Sarah. I have chosen you out of all the women in the world to bestow this honour upon. If it wasn’t for me, you would be getting on that cruise ship to go home to your shoe box apartment to work your entire life for someone else’s benefit, a mere cog in the machine. The best you could hope for is to meet a nice man by the time you are thirty and pop out a few babies,” said Robert.

“You really are batshit insane,” said Sarah.

Robert grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “You have been given a life of luxury by me. Women your age will be worried about how to pay for their university fees, jobs, boyfriends – your only worry will be what side of your body you will sunbathe, you live in paradise with no responsibilities – your only commitment is to me.”

“And what makes you think I will ever comply with you,” said Sarah through gritted teeth.

“You sister,” said Robert with a menacing smile, “you told me last night in your drunken stupor, the reason you became a biochemist was so that you could research a cure for her rare genetic condition that will inevitably kill her unless she receives a concoction of experimental but extremely expensive drugs for the rest of her life, a burden your family cannot afford. I can arrange to have your sister’s medical bills taken care of for the rest of her life, and in exchange all I ask is that you submit yourself to me fully and accept your new life.”

Sarah stared up at Robert considering her options. He was a madman, she could see that now, there was no telling what he might do to her if she refused his offer, she didn’t trust him to take care of her sister either. She figured if she played along with his games an opportunity would present itself for her to make good her escape, all she needed to do was cooperate with him until that moment arose. Sarah sat up on her “knees” and covered her breasts with both arms and looked him straight in the eye. She never felt so helpless in her entire life as she did now.

“Fine asshole, you win” Sarah said morosely. “How do I know you will keep your word and care for Rachel?”

“Oh little fish, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you are in no position to negotiate. You will have to take my word that I will provide for Rachel, and believe it or not, I am a man of my word!” said Robert with a chortle.

Robert stood up to further demonstrate the power imbalance that existed between the two of them. Robert standing tall at six feet towered over the mermaid who was reduced to kneeling in front of him. Sarah was forced to crane her neck to look up at Robert.

“Believe it or not, the day will come when you submit to me completely of your own accord. The question is not if but when Sarah and believe this day will come.”

Sarah rejected the idea that she would ever submit to this vile and wretched man who mutilated her body. She still thought of herself as a free and independent woman, and not as the helpless hyper-sexualised mermaid slave that Robert was instructing her to be. She held her tongue as she knew this was not the time to argue with him.

Suddenly Robert swooped down and picked Sarah up in his arms in one fluid motion. Sarah shouted as he picked her up in his arms. She was still covering her breasts as he held her in his arms and walked to the pool.

“Put me back down on the floor you fucking creep!” Sarah said as she panicked and squirmed in his arms. He stood over the pool and dangled Sarah over the pool below.

“It is time you tried out this new body of yours,” said Robert with an evil grin.

“Don’t do this, I can’t swim with this tail yet – what if I drown!?” Sarah tried to reason with him.

“Oh Sarah, don’t be silly – who ever heard of a mermaid drowning,” he snorted as he left her fall into the pool.

Sarah hit the water with a large splash and immediately started to sink to the bottom of the pool. Her massive breasts were floating weightlessly in the water. Sarah was utterly helpless and watched as bubbles of oxygen escaped from her mouth as she began her descent towards the bottom of the pool. She could see the distorted outline of Robert above her at the edge of the pool. She spent what felt like an eternity at the bottom of the pool, she could feel her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.

“Sink or swim,” Sarah thought to herself as her survival instincts kicked in. She bent her knees forward and backward and her tailfin propelled her upwards towards the surface of the water. She broke the surface of the water and took a great gasp of air and had never been so grateful to breathe in her entire life. She gently treaded water using her tailfin below her.

“See, I knew you could do it!” said Robert, drawing the ire of Sarah. “As you may have probably guessed by now, you don’t have gills. Now I know what you are thinking, ‘but Robert, who has ever heard of a mermaid without gills?’ and you would be correct. Unfortunately, my doctor was unable to give you gills, much to my disdain. However, it also means if you ever manage to get to the sea to escape, you will likely drown – so don’t be holding hope for that!” he laughed maniacally.

“Now would be a good time to give you some information about your new biology,” Robert said. “If you were to go shopping in a boutique, you would find that your new boobs are a resounding O-cup bra size.”

Sarah’s mouth was agape, she knew her breasts were now huge but to hear a real-world metric put on her cup size solidified how real and dire her situation truly was; her tits were now bigger than the majority of women who considered themselves pornstars.

“They are completely natural, no silicone or saline was used in the enhancement of your breasts,” Robert continued. “Onto to the tail, which is really quite self-explanatory – you are a mermaid. However, your anus has been removed and your rear was enlarged. You no longer defecate, instead you only produce urine which shall pass through your still intact vagina. Oh yes, you still have a vagina, it is a slit that is almost invisible in your tail, roughly where your vagina used to be, and it is still fully functional.”

Sarah felt like she could throw up again with all this new information about her body. She was as pale as a ghost and felt weak. She thought she was about to faint after Robert’s revelation, his speech was further reinforcing the permanency of her change and the fact that she was no longer a woman, but instead she was now for all intents and purposes a mermaid.

“I can tell this is a lot of information for you to take in and you may be feeling overwhelmed which is perfectly natural,” he said. “I have to leave for the day to attend to business, but I will return later in the evening, I have arranged a party with a few close friends. And guess what!? You are the main attraction!” Robert informed her ominously.

“Au revoir little fish,” he said as he walked away. Sarah watched him leave as he approached a gate with thick reinforced steel. There was no way Sarah would be able to break through that door even if she somehow found a suitable tool, it was impenetrable. She saw him enter a password into the door and the light atop the door flickered green momentarily as the door opened with a loud buzzing sound before returning to the standard red colour signifying that the door was now closed.

“Great,” Sarah thought to herself.  “There is no way I’m escaping through that door.”

Sarah scanned her environment to see if there was another door and was dismayed to find there wasn’t, she wouldn’t be surprised to find this whole compound had been designed to keep a “mermaid” captive.

Sarah swam to the edge of the pool and rested there surveying the area. Sarah was currently in a pool that stretched around the entirety of the villa. There was a small island in the centre of the pool. The water was crisp and clear, and it was heated as well. She could taste and smell the chlorine from the water. At least she was being kept in a hygienic environment she thought to herself. There was an area of pavement beside the pool where pool lounging chairs were placed. There was the door that Robert had exited to on the far left which was surrounded by a high wall on either side, and straight ahead there was an open door which led directly into a downstairs room. The room was fairly minimalistic, it was furnished with a bed and a flatscreen TV on the wall. Sarah assumed this must be where she was supposed to sleep. On the far right there was a spiral staircase that led up to the upper levels of the house, there also appeared to be another security gate at the base of the stairs preventing her egress to the upper floors of the villa, where she assumed Robert lived and worked.

Sarah swam to the other side of the pool and leaned over the edge of the pool. There was no guard rail here so hoped she could pull herself up and over and escape. However, her hopes were quickly dashed. The edge of the pool led to an extremely steep drop that would more than likely kill her, especially with her new body. The pool was perched at the edge of a cliff with a sharp plummet to the forest below. She wasn’t going to escape this way, that was for sure.

The pool overlooked a forest below, and Sarah figured that even if she could survive the extreme drop to the ground below, she figured she would be eaten by one of the feral animals that must surely live in the forestry that the property overlooked. She wished she had researched the flora and fauna of Greece now. She could see the village of Artemida in the distance. She could discern people going about their business in the centre of the village; people on the beach were also visible to her.

“HELP ME!!!!” Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs. “I’M BEING HELD CAPTIVE HERE, PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!!” she shouted. Sarah yelled at the top of her voice for what felt like hours, eventually realising that she was just too far away from the village for anyone to realistically hear her pleas for help. Sarah could see the cruise ship in the distance, looming large against the backdrop of the local village.

Sarah eventually grew tired of calling for help and exploring the pool. She was exhausted from the events of the day. She pulled herself out of the pool and sat on the edge. She groaned as gravity immediately started to pull her huge knockers back down to Earth, her breasts were so incredibly heavy outside of the pool. Sarah let the Greek sun evaporate the water from her body. Sarah then crawled across the paved area towards the room. She was humiliated as she moved the only way she was now able to: she would crawl forwards on her elbows and then drag her tail behind her, tits jiggling as she did so. It wasn’t smooth but it got the job done. Eventually Sarah reached the bed and she pulled herself up onto it and sat on the edge.

Sarah struggled to see her tail underneath the mass of her breasts. She lifted them and felt their immense weight in her hands. They were huge, and each movement no matter how small would cause them to jiggle and move uncontrollably – they were like jelly, each motion caused an earthquake of flesh. The nipples and areola were also larger. She sighed as she looked at them. She had always been proud of her thin and athletic body, she never craved bigger breasts instead viewing them as merely an inconvenience. And yet, she now had the bosom of a pornstar. Sarah shed a tear as she knew she had now been reduced to raw feminine sexuality and nothing more, men would always just see her as a sex object and nothing else.

Sarah gingerly rubbed her nipples and was shocked by an explosion of pleasure that she felt, her nipples were definitely more sensitive that much was for sure. Next Sarah ran her hands from her ample bosom to her flat stomach and down to the area where skin gave way to scales. She searched for her vagina and eventually she found a slit. She hesitantly inserted a finger into the slit and was rewarded with an immense wave of pleasure, it was like her sexual organs had been dialled up to the nth degree. She supposed that made sense, she was supposed to be a sex object now after all.

Sarah lay into the bed and pulled the covers over her naked body. She figured she should probably get some sleep to keep her head clear for whatever Robert had planned for her tonight. She needed to always remain vigilant for an escape route that she could take. She was so close to the village of Artemida, and if she could somehow make it there, she knew she would be able to get help and end this nightmare.

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Sarah was awoken to the loud roar of cruise ship horns in the distance. She sat bolt upright in her bed sending her tits cascading in a huge wave of flesh. She looked to her left and could see the cruise ship in the distance, it was sounding its horn indicating its departure was imminent. Sarah crawled from the bed to the outside and lowered herself into the pool and swam towards its edge overlooking the village. Her friend Laura would be embarking back on the ship and would meet the rest of her friends and boyfriend. Surely Laura would raise the alarm that she was missing?!

Horrible thoughts ran through Sarah’s mind: what if Laura assumed that Sarah was already back onboard the ship, what if the crew didn’t listen to Laura? The ship had a strict policy: if you weren’t back on board before boarding time – the ship would depart without you. What if they assumed Sarah was just tardy boarding, what if when they finally did notice she was missing they assumed that she must have fallen overboard at some stage after departing the island? Sarah waited patiently with bated breath to see what would happen.

She watched as the smaller boats ferried passengers from the island to the ship. She was supposed to be one of those happy tourists returning to the ship instead of being stuck in a pool as a sex slave. She was devastated when she saw the anchors of the ship start to lift, indicating that the departure was occurring as planned. She figured her friends had not yet noticed her absence or the crew had not taken any action, regardless of the outcome Sarah was sure she was not getting any help from the cruise ship in the immediate future. She watched as the cruise ship sailed further and further into the horizon, the size of the ship steadily decreasing against the now setting sun.

Sarah swam to the island in the centre of the pool and pulled herself out of the water. She could feel tears running down her face as she watched the sun set. Her last best hope of rescue was now sailing off into the open sea and she was stuck watching it leave completely helplessly.

Sarah’s despair was distracted by the buzzer of the door indicating someone was entering the compound. Sarah looked over and saw Robert enter the compound with an accompanying woman. Sarah couldn’t believe what she was seeing: it was Rebecca Astor, a world renowned and extremely famous fashion and make-up artist.

Rebecca Astor was wearing a pink cloak and a purple suit with a bright blue feather cap on her head. Sarah was not one for fashion, but even she knew who this woman was. Sarah’s sister Rachel was a huge fan of the fashion world and would have loved to meet Rebecca Astor, under different circumstances granted.

Robert stood at the edge of the pool, he was dressed in a black tuxedo and appeared to be dressed extremely formally, not at all for a party. Sarah’s family were not poor, but they were by no means rich so Sarah assumed this was just customary for rich people.

“Sarah Savage, may I present to you Rebecca Astor! I’ve flown her all the way from the United Kingdom to be here with us tonight. She will be doing your make-up for tonight’s party, so rest assured you are in good hands! I think you too will get along swell,” laughed Robert as he walked towards the spiral staircase. Midway up the spiral staircase he shouted down “oh Rebecca, if she gives you any trouble let me know and I will deal with her, we have …... an understanding,” said Robert with a tone of authority in his voice as he continued up the stairs.

“Get out of the pool darling and let’s see what we are working with,” said Rebecca.

Sarah pulled herself out of the pool and knelt in front of Rebecca and gestured for her to come closer. When Sarah was sure she was within whispering distance she said quietly, “please, you have to help me. This man is a madman – he’s turned me into this big breasted mermaid and he’s keeping me here against my will! Please call the police and get me help!” begged Sarah.

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry but that’s not why I’m here. What you need to understand is that these rich and powerful people all have slaves, I work for them to make their women look outstanding when they want to display their property to the other rich people to show off. I assumed you know who I am?”

Sarah nodded her head to show understanding.

“How do you think I can afford to run all those fashion shows full of excess and extravaganza! Those shows or sponsorships don’t pay the bills, this is where I make the bulk of my earnings.”

“But … you are a feminist, my sister always looked up to you, you are a role model to so many women out there! How are you okay with letting this happen to me?” asked Sarah disbelievingly.

“Darling, there’s two types of women in this world: the free and the enslaved. It’s a story that is as old as time. I think you can tell which of those women you are and which of those women I am. I got here by being tough, by recognizing the world as it is, not how I would like it to be. The feminism bullshit I peddle is just what women want to hear: to feel like they are empowered and free. The truth is that people like Robert Castellano run this world and control all the people in it. There is no right and wrong, these are just concepts designed to oppress us. I have no qualms about how I make my money, how I earn my freedom – it comes from stepping on bitches like you!”

Sarah was aghast, she didn’t know how many betrayals and false hopes she could deal with today. She was shocked that this figurehead of femininity and equality was here preaching to her about how it was all bullshit; another route of escape had now been closed to her.

“So, to answer your question, no I will not be helping you escape,” said Rebecca dismissively. “What do I have to work with?” Rebecca examined the kneeling mermaid in front of her taking in all the details before her.

“I’ve seen some wild shit been done to the women I’ve worked on over the years, but never something as extreme as you!” joked Rebecca.

Sarah just glared intently at Rebecca, clearly not amused at her sense of humour.

“Listen Sarah, I know you don’t want my advice – but you have it pretty good here all things considered. Some of the women I’ve worked with are not as fortunate as you, you get to live in a villa for fucks sake!”

“Oh yeah, I have it really good,” said Sarah exasperatedly gesturing to her huge tits and tail. “This is really the way I wanted my life to go.”

“Watch your tone with me, bitch – remember who is in charge here! Now let’s get started.”

Rebecca has one of Robert’s security guards bring Sarah inside into her room where a makeshift saloon has been erected. Sarah is placed into a comfortable leather seat and Rebecca starts to work on her.

Firstly, Rebecca applies shampoo onto Sarah’s hair and positions her head so that it is resting in the small sink that is behind the chair. Then she starts to wash the shampoo out of Sarah’s long blonde hair. There is a smell of sweet strawberries in the air. Sarah guessed that only top of the range cosmetic products were being used on her. Sarah was beginning to enjoy her hair being washed when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her ear.

“Silence mermaid, I’m trying to work,” instructed Rebecca.

She was piercing Sarah’s ears. Sarah had never had her ears pierced before as she never saw the attraction of it. She guessed she didn’t have much of a choice anymore. Rebecca pierced the left earlobe, followed by the right earlobe. Then she placed large shiny earrings in each one of the piercings.

Then Rebecca started to apply makeup to her face, blue eyeshadow to match the colour of her scales and a deep red lipstick is applied to her lips. Rebecca then begins to wash her breasts, cupping them and washing underneath them. Sarah felt slightly ridiculous. Rebecca then applied a bright red colour to Sarah’s nipples and set about painting her nails a blue colour. Sarah’s ears were still sore from the piercings, but she tried to ignore the pain. The woman applied an adhesive to her nipples and applied two small seashells, one for each nipple. Sarah rolled her eyes at this, the seashells barely covered the nipples, they clearly were not designed with modesty in mind. Then Rebecca started to wash her body and scrubbed down her scales. Rebecca then placed a gold necklace around her neck with a pendant that had a picture of a mermaid and her name “Sarah”. This was truly sickening to Sarah; she knew why she was being prepped. She knew sex was the only likely option for her tonight.

Sarah was then brought back outside and placed on the island in the centre of the pool and instructed to remain there until called for the guests. Sarah lay on her back and stared up at the night sky and wondered if her family or were friends also staring up at the same night sky tonight.

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Slowly but surely the guests began to trickle into the villa. Sarah could hear the engines of the cars as they pulled up. Each guest was brought through the password-secured door before being brought up the spiral staircase for drinks. This was so the guests could get a good look at Sarah as they passed through the compound. Sarah for her part was instructed to lay on her side, thrust her chest out and smile and blow kisses at the incoming guests. She found the whole experience extremely humiliating and degrading, she wondered when this whole ordeal would be over for tonight, but she figured there would be worse to come. Some of the male guests seemed to linger too long staring with hungry eyes at her for her liking. Was this all she was reduced to? The once scholarship winning biochemist reduced to a sex toy that lounges all day beside a pool. It certainly appeared to be true.

What Sarah really needed was to be able to see the password that Robert was typing into the keypad each time he left a guest in. That was the key to everything and appeared to be her best route of escape that she could see. Even if she could escape through that door, Sarah made a horrifying realisation. The whole villa seemed to be staffed with a private security force who had surely been instructed that she always remains in the compound.

Eventually Robert gathered all the guests together in front of a large projector screen. A picture of a small rural house was shown. Sarah was confused as to what was happening now, but at least people weren’t looking at her for a change.

“I grew up to a poor family in rural Kansas,” said Robert. “My father worked on farms and my mother raised me and my four brothers as best she could. But I always dreamed of something better, something more for myself. So, when I got accepted into one of the most prestigious science programmes in the country my parents were so proud of me. But that wasn’t enough for me, I still had a desire, a drive that could not be satiated. So, I started a biotechnology company and I worked tirelessly and diligently to ensure that the company thrived. I became one of the biggest employers in my state, and then in the United States. Still, I was not content. I branched out into different sectors and succeeded into whatever I put my mind to. But still, something did not feel right.” The slide changed to a seaside resort.

“For as long as I can remember I have had a fascination with mermaids, these creatures of immeasurable beauty. They invaded my dreams firstly, before graduating to invading my every waking thoughts. I concluded as CEO of one of the world’s foremost biotechnology companies who better than me to bring that fantasy to life. And so, I had my dear friend and colleague Dr. Paul Livingston create one for me, after years of research and cutting-edge technological development – I am pleased to announce that I am the owner of the only mermaid!” shouted Robert. The crowd cheered this ambitious announcement.

Sarah gulped as she heard this declaration. These people were all fucking insane, none of them had any compunction about an innocent woman being kidnapped and turned into a big-titted mermaid.

The next slide was a picture of Sarah Robert had taken with her before the operation, when she was still a normal female. She was wearing her favourite pink jumper and blue jeans. She couldn’t believe that that photo had been taken roughly twenty-four hours ago. In that period of time she had lost her humanity and been reduced to a sex-object, nothing more than a mere curiosity for the rich and the powerful.

Sarah shed a single tear as she looked at herself on the projector. Never again would she be able to walk, to look another person in the eye. Instead, she was now restricted to looking up at people. Whereas before she had been an independent woman, now she relied on other people to help her move around on account of the tail. Her heaving bosom was another addition to her body that reminded her she was no longer the same woman that she had been before. She had been robbed of a normal life: the chance of a career, friends, family – to grow old with Hunter and have her own family. Even if she did manage to escape this wretched compound would Hunter still love her for who she was, or would he be repulsed by her new body? As Sarah pondered these things, she was momentarily unaware of the spotlight that had been placed on her. Robert was pointing at her, and the crowd had turned around. Sarah had been warned by Robert on the proper protocol, so she smiled and waved at the guests as she tried to hold back her tears. She guessed the night had begun, and she was the main attraction.

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 Laura had waited for Sarah at the check in area on the island. She assumed Sarah must have already boarded as she had not seen her friend since the previous evening. Laura had waited patiently at the dock for the smaller boats to ferry her out to the cruise ship. Once aboard she had gone to her cabin and fell asleep. She was wrecked after the night before and just wanted to sleep so she had slept soundly in her bed. She even missed the departure of the cruise ship from Omfori island. She was only awoken by the knocking of someone at her door. It was Hunter.

“Hi Laura, how was the island?” asked Hunter.

“It was amazing, you and the rest of the gang should have come with us, it was really spectacular!” exclaimed Laura.

“We were just too wasted from all the partying and drinking that we did the past week,” laughed Hunter.

“Say have you seen Sarah around, she hasn’t arrived back at our cabin yet. I just haven’t seen her since you two disembarked for the island and I’ve checked with everybody else, and they haven’t seen her either.”

“No, I haven’t seen her yet either, I assumed she had already boarded. I waited for her at the boarding area on the island and she never showed up. I’m sure she’s fine,” said Laura reassuringly. “You know Sarah, she’s probably off exploring the boat somewhere having a great time! She’s a free spirit that one, not like me! Plain boring old me!” laughed Laura nervously.

“You’re not boring, Laura,” said Hunter sincerely. “Actually, there was something I wanted to tell you for a long time,” he said as planted a kiss on Laura’s lips.

“Hunter, you can’t do that! You’re with Sarah, it’s not right.”

“I LOVE you!” declared Hunter. “I always have, I just could never find the time to say it,” he said as he closed the door behind him.

“This is so wrong,” Laura said aloud as Hunter brushed back her black hair. “What if Sarah finds out?”

“It won’t matter soon; I want to break up with her. I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time – I know I’m meant to be with you! I can feel it, we are perfect for each other,” said Hunter as he kissed Laura. This time Laura didn’t pull away, she leaned into the kiss and kissed him back. She was getting so wet right now, the fact that it was wrong made it so much hotter!

Hunter removed his shirt and pants as quickly as he could and Laura did the same, fumbling with her bra straps. Hunter helped her with this. Then the two of them quickly started to fuck, Laura’s legs were in the air as Hunter furiously pounded in and out of her pussy like a man who was making up for lost time. Laura had to cover her mouth with her pillow to muffle her cries of ecstasy as she climaxed, afraid that people in the corridor might hear.

Afterwards Hunter and Laura lay in bed enjoying each other’s company, content with the gentle rocking motion of the cruise ship as it traversed the Greek Sea, completely unaware and ignorant of the trials and tribulations that Sarah was about to face on the island.

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Act 3 – Slave Games

The party started as the guests began to mingle and talk amongst themselves as they watched Sarah out in the island. Sarah for her part did as she was told by Robert, she smiled and waved and ensured her hefty breasts were on full display. Sarah watched from afar as the party progressed and grew worried as more and more alcohol was consumed. Sarah was instructed to swim over to the guests and pull herself out of the water. Sarah sat on the edge of the pool and put on her best fake smile, afraid of what will happen if she doesn’t comply.

A man approached her, and Sarah recognized him immediately, he was a world-famous actor – Johnny Anderson! Sarah had a crush on him for as long as she could remember and now here, she was completely naked and helpless in front of him. Sarah blushed as he approached, she couldn’t believe her heartthrob was a creep as well, just like the rest of the men and women here. Sarah saw Robert give her a stern look, so Sarah pulled herself out of the water and knelt in front of Johnny. Mr. Anderson was just as handsome as Sarah remembered him being, with that jet black hair and strong jaw – she used to imagine that he would swoop her off her feet in her daydreams.

“Your names Sarah, right?” asked Johnny.

“Ye … ye … yes, it is,” Sarah stammered. She was keenly aware of her nudeness. Johnny towered over her, and she was forced to stare up to make eye contact with him. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up. He blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth and Sarah got a whiff of tobacco.

“Nice jugs you got there, how big are they?” asked Johnny nonchalantly. Sarah looked down at her seashell covered cans and back up at Johnny and blushed. She was suddenly aware of how much they were hurting her back.

“They are O-cup breasts,” said Sarah sheepishly.

“Shake them for me,” instructed Johnny.

“Excuse me?” asked Sarah. She couldn’t believe her crush was a total dirtbag.

“I said shake those massive knockers and let’s see them jiggle.”

Sarah begrudgingly began to sway them back and forth and was embarrassed by them, they were bouncing and shaking uncontrollably. Johnny told her to do it faster and Sarah obliged, seriously wondering if her tits could give her a black eye. Johnny instructed her to stop, she could see a growing erection in his tight trousers. Sarah could feel herself getting hot and bothered, despite her predicament she still found Johnny extremely attractive.

“Take off your nipple pasties,” Johnny commanded her.

Sarah obliged and tried to remove the seashell from the left nipple only to find the glue had set. She had to rip it off and was met with a momentary sting of pain. She also ripped of the other seashell on the right nipple, leaving her bright red nipples exposed and standing proud on her heaving chest, as if they were announcing their arrival at the party.

“Suck your index finger,” said Johnny.

Sarah complied and began to suck her index finger confused about why she was doing it. She imagined she must have looked a comical site, her big tits gently swaying as she watched Mr. Anderson with a confused expression on her face as she sucked her index finger. Johnny pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Now take your wet index finger and rub your nipple,” he instructed.

Sarah complied and took her finger and started to rub her nipple, she left out and involuntary moan as her nipples were exponentially more sensitive than they had been when she had been a woman. Sarah blushed and looked up to see if Johnny had noticed and she was startled at the sight she saw before her: Johnny was sitting on the chair with his pants pulled down around his ankles and his penis exposed for everyone to see. His dick was bigger than Sarah thought it would be and she blushed even more.

“Play with your nipples, you worthless whore,” Johnny told her.

Sarah obliged and began to pull and tweak and rub her aching nipples. She was still surprised at their sensitivity. She began emitting moaning noises as her nipple-play continued. She watched as Johnny began stroking his cock.

“Now play with your vagina as well, I was told you still have one.”

And so, with a mixture of shame and excitement Sarah reached a hand down to her slit and inserted a finger and was immediately met with a wave of indescribable pleasure. She was mortified as she continued to rub her slit, she never imagined she would be masturbating in front of Johnny Anderson in a million years. She watched as he worked his cock, which provided material for her to continue to rub her slit and play with her nipples: it was a positive feedback situation between them. Sarah barely noticed a small crowd had formed around them watching the spectacle unfold between them.

As Sarah reached her climax, a wave of pure pleasure crashed over her and she keeled over and fell on her back – she was having the best orgasm she had ever had in her entire life. Johnny stood up and was also approaching his climax as Sarah was nearing hers, as she trashed and writhed on the floor. Sarah and Johnny reached their climax together, Sarah felt like she was transported to another dimension as she came, completely unaware of the semen that Johnny was squirting onto her huge heaving bosom. As her orgasm subsided, she lay spent on the floor, she could feel Johnny’s hot cum on her expansive chest as her breathing was laboured. Johnny knelt and planted a kiss firmly on her lips and whispered in her ear, “you were great babe.”

Sarah remained on her back for several minutes after her climax regaining her breathing, her sexual organs were infinitely more sensitive than what they had been a mere day ago. Sarah knew this was as designed, as she was meant to be a sex-toy to these people, a mere object for their entertainment. Still Sarah couldn’t believe she had just met Johnny Anderson a few minutes ago!

Robert appeared and helped Sarah sit. He produced a towel and wiped away the cum off her tits.

“That was incredible Sarah, that is what I need from you here tonight,” said Robert.

“Fuck you, ignorant pig. I hate you for making me do this to myself: degrade and humiliate myself in front of all these people for your sick perverted pleasure.”

Robert grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her head back and leaned in close.

“Do you want to eat and drink while you live her?” whispered Robert.

Sarah nodded her head in agreement. She was furious but she knew she was powerless do anything, she depended on Robert for access to food and water and for protection. The only tool she had to fight back was her words.

“Fine, fine – point made,” said Sarah through gritted teeth. Robert released her hair.

“Good, now continue what you do best, being a slut. I believe there is a gentleman over there could use your services. There was an overweight, middle-aged man sitting on a seat a bit back from the pool with his pants down and cock exposed. He was beckoning Sarah over. Sarah sighed in disgust.

“Well, everyone can’t be a Johnny Anderson, now can they,” Johnny chided.

“Fuck you,” replied Sarah.

Robert chuckled and stood up, “you better get a move on then mermaid,” he said. Sarah began to crawl over to the man, her large rear sticking up in the air. She felt a sharp smack on her rear and heard Robert laugh. She whipped her head around and gave him a “screw you” look and continued to crawl to the older gentleman. Once she reached him, she sat back on her tailfin and looked up at him. He looked oddly familiar, Sarah thought on it for a second.

It was Sergei Petrov; he was the CEO of one of the largest food and drink conglomerates in the world. “What the actual fuck,” she thought to herself, “is there any rich people who are not weird perverts?”

Sergei motioned towards his penis and Sarah knew what he meant. She grabbed his dick with one hand and gripped it tightly and started to work his dick, slowly at first. She could feel his member engorging as she worked his cock. Sergei instructed her to work his cock slowly at first.

“Sarah isn’t it?” asked Sergei.

“That’s my name,” responded Sarah nervously.

“You know you are a very lucky woman,” said Sergei.

“Oh yeah, how’s that,” said Sarah sarcastically.

“Your owner is a good man. I’ve known Robert for many years, he will take care of you. He always seemed to me to be a lonely man; it will be good for him to have some company, I think. He has given you an entire pool and a room to yourself, that is awfully generous. I would never allow my women that much freedom.”

“How do you keep your women?” asked Sarah with a morbid sense of curiosity as she continued to work his cock, she was working it with both hands around the shaft now. Sarah assumed that the man must also have his own sex slaves.

“Have you ever heard of a ponygirl,” asked Sergei.

“I don’t think I have,” replied Sarah. She noticed his cock was getting harder as he was talking about ‘his women’.

“My women are all taken from across the Motherland, across the beautiful Russian country! I take them and I train them to be pony girls! A pony girl is a woman who wears tack such as a bridle and a bit. I train them and I keep them in a barn outside where they all sleep together, some of them haven’t spoken in years! I’m surprised Robert lets you speak, if you were mine, you would be bound and gagged constantly!”

As Sergei said that he came, and a river of hot semen was squirted onto Sarah’s face. Lovely, she thought to herself, one of these men is a BDSM freak, and my face is covered in his cum. Sergei leaned forward and wiped the cum from her face and laughed.

“Thanks, little mermaid,” he said as he stood up and got dressed and walked away leaving Sarah alone to ponder the fates of his supposed pony girl women who haven’t spoken in years. She couldn’t imagine that and shuddered at the thought, maybe being a mermaid wasn’t so bad after all. Sarah had to remind herself that being a mermaid was indeed terrible and she WAS going to ESCAPE. Maybe not today, but soon she told herself.

Sarah was then beckoned over to a group of naked men. They formed a circle around the kneeling mermaid and then instructed her to perform handjobs. She was working two cocks at a time trying to keep all the men hard and reach their climax. Sarah hated giving handjobs but at least she was not forced to give blowjobs or have penetrative sex, although she was sure that was coming later in the evening. After around 10 minutes Sarah was completely covered in the cum of seven men. She was covered in it from head to tail.

Sarah dragged herself over to the pool to wash it off. She submersed herself under the water and watched as the majority of the semen was washed away. She swam to the island in the centre of the pool and sat on the edge. Her tail was clean, she cupped her breasts and washed them with water. Then she scooped water in both her hands and splashed it against her face multiple times. She felt cleaner for having done so. Sarah sat alone for a while enjoying the noise of the water lapping against the edge of the pool. She had her back to the party hoping that if she didn’t make eye contact with anyone, then they would leave her alone.

“Hey big tits,” over here.

Sarah sighed and lowered herself into the water and sawm to the person who was calling her. She did an adapted breaststroke over to the edge of the pool and stared up at the naked man in front of her.

“I wager you know who I am, slut,” said the young man who towered over her.

“Not a clue,” said Sarah truthfully as she racked her brains to see if this rich prick seemed familiar to her. He did not.

“My name is Alex Coventry, of the Coventry family from England. My father is the CEO of a multinational electronics company – CoventryTech. Perhaps you have heard of us,” he said self-indulgently.

Sarah had heard of his father, Richard Coventry – a good and charitable man by all accounts. She wondered how the apple had fallen so far from the tree though. Sarah pulled herself out of the water and sat by the edge of the pool.

“Oh great, a trust fund son,” she laughed intending to wound him. “I guess daddy didn’t – ouch!” Sarah said as she felt her hair being grabbed and her head get pulled back.

“What were you saying?” said Alex as he held her head back in a display of power.

“I was saying,” said Sarah, “that if another man pulls my hair again tonight - I’m going to lose my shit!”

Alex laughed and let go of her hair.

“I like you; you are spunky! Got some real fight in you! But you haven’t met me yet,” said Alex. Suddenly he grabbed both her arms and she heard a “zipping” noise. She couldn’t move her hands, they were stuck behind her back, Sarah figured he must have zip tied her hands together. This resulted in her massive rack being stuck out more so than usual, a fact which did not seem to escape Alex as he removed his clothing and stood in front of her beside the pool. He positioned her on her knees, and she saw his cock. It was enormous, Sarah had never seen a cock so big in her entire life, granted she hadn’t seen that many cocks before. She had seen more penises than in her whole life tonight.

“Suck my cock,” ordered Alex as he looked directly into her eyes. He was gently caressing it, making it hard.

“No fuck you, I – MUMMMFFPPH,” said Sarah as her mouth was filled with cock mid-sentence. Alex had grabbed the back of her head and put his cock into her mouth. With her hands bound uselessly behind her back there was nothing she could do. He groaned with delight as he grabbed her hair making Sarah take deep strokes on him. She could hardly breath as his cock filled the entirety of her mouth. Sarah felt extremely powerless, she knew now she was too be used as nothing more or less than a sex-toy for these rich and powerful people. She was a play-toy to the elite. Sarah was embarrassed by the slurping and chocking noises she was emitting. She was embarrassed by the pleasure her body was experiencing. The blowjob went on for forever till eventually she could feel Alex cum into her mouth. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to come in her mouth. He removed his cock after cumming into her mouth, she coughed and cum spewed from her mouth. She spat cum from her mouth as it dripped from her mouth and down onto her heaving chest where it rested. She brought her hands that were tied together to her face in an attempt to wipe away some of the cum that remained in her mouth and on her face.

“You fucking pig,” said Sarah. “I hope daddy cuts off your inheritance and you are thrown out onto the street, you fucker,” spat Sarah.

“You know Sarah, I really don’t like your attitude,” he said. He bent down and groped her tits for a moment. “It’s such a shame that Robert spent all this money turning a bitch like you into a beautiful and sexy mermaid. Such a shame.”

Alex stood up and placed a foot onto her chest, Sarah realised what he was about to do.

“No wait, please!” begged Sarah. The party was continuing in the background and for once no one was paying attention to the mermaid. Alex was about to push Sarah into the pool, and with her hands tied behind her back she would surely drown.

“Alex, please. Let’s just talk about this, you don’t want to do this.”

“Robert mentioned that he had created the first living and real mermaid in history. But we both know that’s strictly not true, now, is it? See, by my reckoning mermaids have gills and are able to breath underwater, but Robert mentioned during that presentation that you didn’t have gills,” said Alex.

“Alex, listen to me –“but it was too late, Sarah’s pleas were cut off as Alex brought his foot forward and kicked her into the pool. She fell backwards into the water and immediately began to panic. She could see Alex’s distorted image as he walked away from the pool. Sarah kicked her tail frantically but to no avail, without her hands she was unable to thread water. She was not yet proficient with swimming with her tail. She desperately tried to kick her tail and she went into a tumbled spiral through the water as she sank to the bottom, air bubbles escaping her mouth. She tried in vain to separate her hands from the tie that bound her, but it was no good, it was just too tight.

Sarah was completely disorientated as she continued her spiral towards the bottom of the pool. So many thoughts were going through her head: what would happen to Rachel, would her parents ever find out what happened to her, what about Hunter, he would be devasted if she were to die. She knew it was foolish, but she had hopes of escaping this compound and maybe surgeons might be able to help undo the damage and mutilation that Robert had done to her body. All that was lost now, she was going to die in this pool. A mermaid was going to drown, the irony she thought to herself.  She managed to stop her panicking and accept her fate, she finally touched the bottom of the pool and she just sat there.

She could taste the chlorine of the pool and feel it mildly stinging her eyes. She stared ahead and remembered all the happy and joyous occasions that she had had in her life. All the events of her life were flashing in front of her eyes, all the trials and tribulations, the victories and defeats, the bitterness, and the sorrows. Sarah hated the idea that she would be buried as a mermaid, even if her family did ever find her body, they would not recognize her.

Sarah could feel her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen in her system. She noticed her vision was starting to go black at the corners. She knew she didn’t have long left.

Then Sarah saw a splash in the water above her. A figure approached her in the water, it was hard to tell at first but then she could make out the unknown person as they approached – it was Robert. Robert placed one arm around Sarah’s waist and the other arm he used to help him swim to the surface. Sarah surfaced and gasped for air; she had never appreciated a breath of air as much in her whole entire life. She gulped in the air and filled her lungs with it.

Sarah could see that there was a fracas going on at the party and that the music had stopped. Robert was towing her to the edge of the pool. He heaved her out of the water and onto the pavement where she literally was like a fish out of water: her tail was thrashing as she tried to regain her breath and her hands were still bound behind her back. Robert knelt next to her and cradled her head in his arms.

“What happened to you, are you okay! Why are your hands tied behind your back?!” asked Robert worriedly.

“You … you …. You saved my life,” said Sarah in between laboured breaths.

“I’m not a monster, no harm will come to you here – you are mine. An attack on you is an attack on me,” said Robert as he laid a gentle kiss on her wet forehead. “I love you.”

Robert cradled Sarah in his arms as she regained her breath, her massive chest rising and falling. She couldn’t see her tail due to the obstruction of her breasts; she could only see Roberts looming face and the guests in her peripheral vision.

“Alex, Alex Coventry did this to me. He made me give him a blowjob with my hands bound behind my back, then he pushed me into the pool when no one was watching. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew I don’t have gills and that I would drown in this pool,” said Sarah.

Robert looked up immediately at his security guards.

“Bring me Coventry now,” ordered Robert. The security guards immediately fanned out into the crowd and began searching for Alex. It wasn’t long before they found him furiously trying to guess the password to the door that led out of the compound. The security guards punched him and roughed him up a little before bringing him over to the edge of the pool.

“Let go of me you fucks, don’t you people know who I AM!!! I am Alex Coventry, when my father hears about this there will be trouble, mark my words, no one touches a Coventry!”

Robert walked over to Alex and grabbed his throat and spoke loud enough so that the crowd would hear as well. It was both a warning to Alex and the members of the crowd about the consequences of what would happen if you crossed Robert Castellano.

“Shut the fuck up, Alex,” said Robert in a tone that immediately silenced him. “What were you thinking trying to drown Sarah, she is MY MERMAID! She is under my protection! Do you hear that, anyone so much as ruffles a hair on her will answer to me. I invited you here to have fun with her and celebrate my accomplishment – not to murder her!”

“That fucking slut was asking for it, she has an attitude on her. Clearly you have not broken her in it,” said Alex.

“That is my job to break her in. I decide how she is broken in and when and where she is broken in. If I decide that tomorrow, she will spend all day sucking cock, then I will ensure she follows my orders – not you!” roared Robert.

He turned his back on Alex and Sarah saw him pace up and down the pavement as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He walked up and down the edge of the pool for several minutes glancing at Sarah and then glancing at Alex. Then Robert approached Alex and spoke low enough so only Robert, Alex, the security guards and Sarah could hear him speak.

“Your father doesn’t know you are here, does he?” asked Robert.

Alex nodded his head nervously.

“I asked you here because we were friends a long time ago and I thought you would be happy for me to see me finally realise this dream of mine, but this is clearly not the case,” said Robert as he put a hand on his shoulder.

“I won’t tell your father you were here at this party,” said Robert.

“Thank you, Robert, thank you so much! I really – “

“However,” began Robert, “if I ever catch you in my sight again there will be serious consequences.”

Robert turned away from him and looked down at the still wet Sarah beside the pool and looked to his guards.

“Break both his legs but take him outside and do it so the party guests don’t have to see,” instructed Robert.

“Robert,” pleaded Alex, “you can’t do this!”

“Alex, this is you getting off lightly, now take this punishment like a man!” said Robert as he clicked his fingers and the guards dragged Alex out of the house. Sarah gave him a smug smile and an evil wave as he was escorted from the premises.

“Alright,” said Robert, “let’s get this party restarted,” he said as he signalled for the music to be played. Within a few minutes the guests were back to socialising and all seemed to have been forgotten, it was like Alex had never been an attendee at the party.

Robert returned to Sarah and scooped her up into his arms.

“Let’s go inside into your room for a bit, let you catch your breath for a while,” said Robert.

Sarah nodded her head in agreement as Robert walked past the guests with the mermaid in his arms and entered Sarah’s room. He pulled across the door and placed Sarah sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Thank you for saving me, I was really sure I was going to drown in that pool – I saw my life flash before my eyes,” said Sarah seriously as she moved her hair out of her eyes. Her make-up was smudged and running down her face.

“I am so sorry that had to happen to you, there won’t be many of these parties that I will host. Ordinarily it will just be me and you and my security guards. It is important to me that you are safe when you are here, you are under my ownership and therefore my care. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything, one of the benefits of having no freedom is having no responsibilities,” said Robert.

“You’re still not going to let me go, are you Robert,” asked Sarah.

“No, my dear,” he said as he laid a kiss onto her forehead. “You are stuck here with me forever; this is your new life. It doesn’t have to be hard, there is a 45-inch flatscreen TV in this room connected to an XBOX, the latest model I am told. You can use it as much as you want when you are not with me, you can even play online and talk with people. However, you should know that there is a powerful AI that monitors the voice chat of all phones or any form of communication in and out of this house. If you mention your real name or ask for help, or even try to leave clues the AI will detect it and you will never be allowed any form of technology, understood?”

Sarah nodded her head in agreement. “Fuck,” she thought to herself, “I guess getting hold of a phone and calling for help is out.”

“The same goes for the PC over there in the corner,” continued Robert. “It is connected to the internet, but you have no access to emails or social media.”

Sarah needed to gain Robert’s trust. If she could pretend to be a good little mermaid then Robert may actually believe that she was. Sarah arched her back causing her large breasts to jut out, almost as if she was serving them up to him on a platter. She started to caress her neck.

“Robert, my neck is a little sore – do you mind,” asked Sarah.

Robert smiled and sat behind Sarah on the bed, each of his legs on either side of her. He gently messaged her neck. She started to tenderly play with her nipples, and she emitted a soft moan. She could feel Robert’s member begin to swell as it was touching against her backside. Robert moved his hands down and cupped her large breasts and kneaded them with his hands. Sarah turned around to face him and sat on his lap. She helped him remove his shirt and pants.

“I don’t need to worry about removing my clothes anymore,” joked Sarah. “I haven’t got any.”

Robert threw Sarah onto the bed, and she landed on her back.

“You don’t need any clothes,” he laughed. “You are perfect the way you are.” Robert straddled Sarah and she could feel his large penis entering her slit. He planted a deep kiss in her mouth. He grabbed both her arms and restrained them over her head and began to steadily pump. With every thrust that Robert made Sarah began to shiver and tremble with pleasure, her female vagina had never been this sensitive. He grunted as his pounding grew faster and faster. Sarah started to emit loud moans as she approached her orgasm. Robert cried out as he released his seed into Sarah’s body. Sarah was consumed by an immense wave of pleasure that caused her to scream and her body to writhe involuntarily. Her huge breasts jumping up and down on her chest as if they were lost and couldn’t remember quite where they were supposed to be.

Robert rolled off Sarah and out of the bed. He went into the bathroom and cleaned himself and came back out to get dressed.

“That was amazing,” said Sarah – and she meant it. She had never had an orgasm like that in her entire life. It was like every nerve in her body was alive and active, screaming out to her in a surge of pure pleasure that had consumed every inch of her.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Sarah, but you are not quite done for the night. We still have the Slave Games to enjoy,” said Robert.

“Wait, what are the ‘Slave Games’” asked Sarah.

“Well, whenever one of us, and by that I mean the gentlemen and women outside purchase a new slave – we get together like tonight to celebrate. Then we hold the Slave Games: a series of three trials designed to see who the most proficient and skilled slave is. And you are going to win it tonight, Sarah,” said Robert in a sudden sinister tone. “Because if you don’t, then you won’t be eating for the next week.”

“Got it,” said Sarah. Sarah couldn’t believe that he was threatening her again. Robert had gone from lover to owner so quickly it had made Sarah’s head spin. Robert seemed to notice this too.

“Don’t forget how this relationship works Sarah, I am your owner. You are a sex slave, granted you are an augmented one but at the end of the day let’s be realistic here – we both know what the situation is, you are a smart woman, I wouldn’t try to insult your intelligence by pretending anything else,” said Robert.           

“Understood,” said Sarah. “I never thought that this was anything else,” she said.

“Great,” said Robert as he clapped his hands together. “Let’s get you ready for the Slave Games!”

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Sarah was knelt in front of the crowd of guests and attendees. On her left was a brunette woman, she was standing to Sarah’s left – her pert C cups exposed for all to see. She was also stark naked. On her right was another woman, a red headed woman with what looked like 32 DD’s. Beside here was a woman who was covered in a black, shiny latex suit and was wearing an armbinder. Her face was covered with a hood, the only thing you could see of her was her eyes and her nose. Her hair came out of the hood in a single ponytail. Sarah supposed that woman was one of Sergei’s ponygirls by the way she was dressed. Sarah found out that some of the slave-women were being stored upstairs during the party, which explained why she hadn’t seen them before now.    

“What the fuck happened to you,” whispered the brunette headed woman on her left. “Your tits are fucking insanely big and is that tail real?”

“Unfortunately, you are correct on both counts,” whispered back Sarah. “Robert drugged me last night and I woke up this morning with these enormous milk monsters and this tail this morning.”

“Fuck,” said the other woman, “I didn’t realise they could do that to us. My name is Anna by the way, the woman on your right is called Sophie, and the woman on the far right we don’t know her name – she is one of Sergei’s pony girls. We have seen her at other Slave Games but she’s not able to speak due to the hood she is wearing. I’ve heard there is a penis gag in her mouth and that she hasn’t spoken in four years! Poor thing, I suppose you could have ended up worse – like her.”

“My name’s Sarah by the way, not that it matters anymore. Robert has done a good job of dehumanizing me so far. So, what’s the deal with these “Slave Games”, what is the incentive for us to compete with each other? We don’t actually care about what our “masters” think, right?”

“We have to compete. Our masters will punish us if we lose, I’ve lost some of these games before and been starved for more than week – I never want that to happen again,” said the woman.

“Yeah now that you mention it, Robert did threaten me with starvation if I lost,” replied Sarah.

“Well, good luck Sarah!” said the woman.

“Yeah, you too Anna!” replied Sarah.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the 19^th Slave Games of this year!” announced Robert. “Sergei and I have formulated a series of four challenges designed to test each of the women to see what slave is the most efficient and submissive of the bunch! You can place bets on any woman of your choice just before the games begin – the only caveat is that there is a five thousand dollar buy in for each round.”

“Ladies,” Robert said turning around to face the group of women. “Tonight you will be faced with four challenges designed to test you. Are you all ready?”

Sarah and the other women all nodded their heads tentatively. Sarah couldn’t believe that they were going through with this whole gameshow bullshit – it was humiliating. But then again supposed Sarah, that was probably the point: to humiliate and degrade them.

Four men walked forward, stark naked with their cocks exposed. Robert beckoned them forward, they stared at the women with a hunger that suggested they would enjoy this.

“The objective of this first challenge is as follows: each of the women must tit-fuck a man. The winner will be the woman, or mermaid,” and the crowd laughed. “The winner will be the woman that causes the man to cum first using only their breasts to make the man cum.”

“Fuck,” she heard Sophie say.

“Sophie usually wins this challenge on account of her double d’s, but I think she has some competition from you,” sniggered Anna.

“Three, two, one – go!” shouted Robert.

Both Anna and Sophie sprinted ahead followed by the trotting pony girl.

“Fuck,” said Sarah as she realised, she was at a distinct disadvantage as she didn’t have legs.

Sarah crawled as fast as she could. By the time she had reached her designated man the other women were already starting their tit-fuck, save for the pony girl – with her armbinder there wasn’t a lot she could do except rub herself against the man’s dick.

Sarah took the man’s dick and smashed it between her enormous breasts, completely covering it. She furiously started to knead her breasts, working the cock that was between them. She had never given a tit-fuck to Hunter before, not because she was a prude but because her tits were just not big enough.

She could feel the man’s member engorge hugely as worked his cock, she threw some spit in between her breasts to help with the lubrication. Sarah needed to win this if she was to escape. She needed food to keep her active and at her peak, ready to take any escape opportunities as they arose.

Suddenly she could hear the man moan in pleasure, and she felt hot semen be shot onto her massive tits. Sarah looked left and she did it! She had made her man cum first and therefore had won the round. She was one step closer for victory, for the first time today she was kind of glad that she had massive cantaloupes.

“Looks like we have a winner,” declared Robert. “Well done, Sarah,” said Robert as the crowd clapped. There was money being exchanged for the betting that had taken place before the round. There was a brief interlude of five minutes as the guests were give opportunities on what woman they would like to bet on now.

“The next round involves the use of a sybian,” announced Robert.

“What’s a sybian?” Sarah asked Anna.

“You’re about to find out unfortunately, it is basically a masturbatory device for females – not sure how it will work for you though, I mean do you even have a vagina down there?”

“Of course I do!” said Sarah somewhat indignantly.

“Alright, alright,” replied Anna with a smirk on her face.

“The woman who cums first wins,” announced Robert.

Each of the women were taken to their sybian. Sarah’s was different, instead of sitting on a phallic object Sarah was taken to a table and instructed to lay on her stomach which proved incredibly difficult on account of her massive tits being squashed underneath her. Then her arms were tied underneath the table and her waist was tied as well. Once Robert was sure that Sarah was effectively immobilized on the table, he started the round. Sarah immediately felt pleasure as a phallic object was inserted into her slit: there was a hole in the table exactly where her vagina was and then it was inserted up and into her vagina. Sarah almost immediately came on account of her newfound sexual sensitivity. Sarah started to scream in both pleasure and agony as the phallic object moved up and down inside her slit.

“We have a winner,” announced Robert. There were cheers and moans from the crowd as people won and lost their bets.  “Time for a brief interlude before the next event.”

“Wait … I …. Let me …. Out of this thing ….” Pleaded Sarah through wave after wave of orgasms. “PLEASE … OH GOD ….” Robert merely smirked at the struggling mermaid and turned her back on her. Apparently, Sarah was capable of indefinite orgasm, a thought which filled her with dread. Her orgasms were so intense they were actually painful.

“Here let me turn this thing off,” said Anna as he she flipped the off switch on the machine.

“Thank you, Anna,” said Sarah through laboured breathing. “That was so fucking intense.”

“How old are you Sarah, you don’t look as old as the rest of us. I’m twenty-seven and Sophie twenty-nine,” said Anna.

“I’m twenty-one,” replied Sarah.

“That fucking bastard, you had your entire life in front of you! I’m so sorry Sarah, I wish I could tell you that this life gets easier but that would be a lie,” said Anna as she untied the straps that held Sarah down.

“This life just gets harder and harder; we don’t get to do anything meaningful with our lives. Our lives don’t make sense, we have no purpose – our lives are just filled with humiliation after humiliation – with a good dallop of degradation on top. I’m just so sorry that you have to experience this younger than most of us who are taken,” said Anna with a sorrowful smile.

“Time for the third test: the first woman to reach George over there and suck him off will be the winner,” said Robert.

There was a man a good distance away who was completely nude and sitting in a chair with his cock fully erect waiting for the women to reach him. The guests gathered around to watch, careful to line up either side of a pathway that led from the women, and mermaid, to the man they called George.

Sarah realised she didn’t have a chance of beating this challenge. How could she? She no longer had legs, the best she could was an awkward crawl – nothing faster than that. She was truly fucked she thought to herself.

“Sarah,” whispered Ann. “Don’t look up. Here is the plan: when Robert says go, I’m going to jump on top of Sophie and stop her from running, you grab onto the pony girls lead and let her drag you to George. Then knock her down with your tail, the pony girl won’t be able to get back up, leaving you in prime position to suck George off.”  

“Why are you helping me?” whispered Sarah.

“Because you are so young – I feel sorry for you. You’ve had your whole life taken from you; I don’t want to see you starved as well. We can still be decent people when we get the chance, sex slaves or not – don’t ever forget who you used to be. Don’t let them take that person away from you, you understand?”

“I do, thank you Anna, I won’t forget this.”

“Three, two, one,” counted down Robert, “go!”

Ann immediately tackled Sophie to the ground and restrained her.

“What the fuck are you doing you dumb bitch, let go of me!” screamed Sophie.

Sarah lunged for the trailing lead of the pony girl and grabbed hold of it. Sarah was dragged along the pavement as the pony girl ran as fast as her high heels would allow her too. As Sarah was dragged along the floor, her breasts were acting as a shock absorber for the blows her body was receiving. She briefly looked back to see that both Anna and Sophie were still wrestling each other at the side of the pool.

Just as Sarah was near George, she kicked the pony girls legs with all her might and watched as the poor women fell hopelessly to the floor.

“I’m so sorry for that,” said Sarah as she crawled past the pony girl as she desperately tried to stand up. Sarah crawled a few feet to George who was smiling a big goofy grin as she approached him. Sarah knelt in front of him and looked up at him and then sighed, she knew what she had to do. She immediately clamped her mouth around his erect cock and started to suck. She worked his cock as fast as she could.

From her peripheral vision she could see that Anna had lost the fight and Sophie was on top of the other woman now, and she was standing up. She kicked Anna in the ribs rendering her out of the round.

Sarah sucked George off as fast as she could, she was not embarrassed by the slurping and chocking noises she was making as she worked his member in her mouth. Sarah could see Sophie turning away from Anna and preparing to run over to George.

Sarah felt the taste of cum in her mouth as George ejaculated. She swallowed all his cum, she no longer had time to worry about her dignity – all that mattered was winning the contest so that she didn’t starve.

 Sarah had swallowed all George’s ejaculate by the time that Sophie roughly pulled Sarah away from his cock and threw her onto the floor. But it was too late for Sophie, it was obvious that George had cum as cock was now flaccid.

“And for the third time in a row Sarah has won,” Robert announced gleefully.

Sarah watched as George picked up his pony girl and was shouting at her. He took her lead and led her off presumably to a dressing down over her performance. Likewise, Anna and Sophie were each getting a lecture from their masters about their poor performance. Sarah felt particularly guilty as Anna had been helping her.

Sarah crawled over to a nearby table and grabbed a bottle of water to wash the remaining cum from her mouth. She pulled herself up and onto the chair and leaned back into the chair. The night was almost over, all Sarah had to do was beat this last challenge, whatever that challenge may be. There was another five-minute break before Sarah was ordered over to the pool. All the women were ordered to stand, or in Sarah’s case sit beside the edge of the pool. Sarah shared a thankful smile with Anna for saving her in the last round.

“For the last and final round, the task is simple, the first woman to reach the other end of the pool first wins! Go!” shouted Robert.

Sarah immediately threw herself into the water, finally she thought that her tail might come in handy. She kicked as hard as she could and was surprised by the speed at which she was moving. She did an adapted breaststroke: for each kick of her tail, she propelled herself forward with her arms. She reached the other end of the pool faster than the other women easily. Sarah got the impression that this test was purely designed to see if the so called “mermaid” could truly swim faster than a normal woman. Sarah knew that Robert would be delighted with this result as it gave him more bragging rights.

Sarah pulled herself out of the pool, her breathing a bit strained from the physical exertion that she had just underwent. She sat on the edge of the pool and flopped her tail uselessly against the water. “Back to being helpless on land again,” she muttered to herself.

Sarah saw Sergei approach with his pony girl and Robert was also approaching her.

“Robert, if you ever have any trouble with training this mermaid of yours, I’m always available eh,” said Sergei jokingly. He pulled on the lead of the ponygirl, and their eyes briefly met as she was led away, it was hard to tell the emotion that the woman was trying to convey when all Sarah could see were her eyes and her nose.

Sarah watched as Sophie was led away, her 32 DD’s bouncing as she was led away by her master. Lastly, she saw Anna being led away. She was now wearing a pair of panties and a collar as her master led her off. Sarah briefly exchanged a glance with Anna and thanked her. Anna returned the sentiment with a sweet smile. And then within a few short minutes all the guests had vacated leaving just herself and Robert.

Robert picked her up and brought her into her room. He tucked her into bed and sat down.

“You should take these,” said Robert as he produced a pill and a glass of water.

“This pill won’t make me grow another set of breasts, right? What is the pill?” asked Sarah suspiciously.

“It’s a contraceptive pill Sarah, so unless you won’t to be pregnant, I suggest you take it. I plan on having you fitted with the bar in the future.”

“You mean I can still get pregnant,” Sarah asked.

“You sure can, you still have a functioning womb. If you were to get pregnant you would give birth to a normal, human baby just as any woman would. Not that we want that to happen, so I suggest you take the tablet.”

Sarah nodded in agreement and swallowed the tablet with the glass of water. That was one less worry of her shoulders, at least she wasn’t going to be pregnant after the activities of the evening. She wasn’t ready for a baby yet and she didn’t want to bring one into this cruel world that she now found herself inhabiting.

“Night Sarah,” said Robert standing up, “and welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. Tomorrow I will introduce you to your new daily routine.”

Robert walked towards the door and turned out the lights leaving her in the dark. In the distance Sarah could see the lights of the village, she wished more than anything that she could just reach out to those lights and transport herself into that village and end this fucking nightmare.

Sarah tried to sleep on her back, but the weight of her new breasts was giving her breathing issues. She missed her small B cup breasts that she had before, they never caused her any problems. They were tiny and never affected her life, not like these two massive melons that now inhabited her chest.

Sarah moved onto her stomach but that was even worse – her breasts were squashed beneath her body. Sarah eventually settled on sleeping on her side. By the time she was comfortable in the bed she looked at her bedside clock, it had just turned half-one in the morning. Despite her best efforts, it took her another hour before she fell asleep. Sarah fell asleep to the soft hum of the pumps of the pool outside, her new natural environment.

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That night Sarah had a vivid dream of her family. She found herself at the dinner table with her dad, her mother, and her sister. They were all sitting in the kitchen eating lunch, Sarah’s favourite – meatballs and spaghetti.

“Oh, thank God, it was all just a bad dream,” said Sarah as she looked down at her body. She was herself again, she had legs and her breasts were back to their small size. She was wearing the same pink jumper and blue jeans that she was wearing when she met Robert that fateful day.

“What dream, sweetie,” asked her mother.

“I had this horrible dream where I was turned into this mermaid, and I had these huge breasts!” replied Sarah.

Her family laughed at the absurdity of the dream, and Sarah joined in with them.

“Sarah, I can assure you that you are most certainly not a mermaid,” her father said.

“I’m just glad that the dream is over, it was horrific,” Sarah said.

There was a ringing noise, and everyone looked at the front door.

“I’ll get it,” Sarah said as she stood up and walked over to the door. She opened it and was shocked to see Robert Castellano standing there.

“Ah Sarah aren’t you going to introduce me to your family,” asked Robert.

“You … you can’t be here – you’re not real.”

“Oh, but I am very much real Sarah, which reminds me: you don’t appear to be your ‘real self’,” said Robert menacingly. “Let’s fix that,” he said whilst laughing manically.

“Stay away from me you creep,” Sarah screamed as she closed the door and locked it. She ran back into the kitchen, but her family had disappeared.

“Mum, dad, Rachel!” Sarah cried frantically.

Suddenly she felt her legs go extremely weak, she had to lean against the chair. She also felt a tightness in her chest as well.

“What the fuck is happening to me,” exclaimed Sarah.

She watched in horror as her pants ripped and her legs merged together into a single appendage. She felt severe pain in her chest and ripped off her jumper convinced that she was having a heart attack. After stripping down to just her bra she was distraught to see her boobs were overflowing from her bra. The fabric was cutting into her heaving and rapidly expanding chest. She desperately tried to unhook the bra strap, but she couldn’t reach, eventually the bra couldn’t stand the strain anymore and snapped, releasing her gargantuan breasts. At the same time her feet changed into a tailfin and Sarah fell backwords. Sarah sat up to see she had a blue tail and massive tits; her family were back in the room along with Robert.

“Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Savage, I’m here to collect your daughter. She wants to come and live with me from now on!” said Robert.

“No! Please listen to me I don’t want to go with him!”

But it was too late, Robert picked her up and brought her outside of the house and towards his car. Sarah’s family came out onto the street to wave her goodbye. Sarah desperately struggled to break free from Robert’s grip.

“Someone help me! Please! Someone help me!” screamed Sarah.

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Sarah awoke with a start. That dream was scary as fuck she thought to herself. She stared at the alarm clock on her bedside table and immediately knew this was reality. She was still a big titted mermaid. It was eight o clock and her alarm was buzzing incessantly. She reached out and turned it off. Sarah figured Robert had set the alarm clock for eight a.m. as this was the start of her regimented schedule to keep her disciplined and subservient to him, a further form of control.

Sarah pulled back the duvet covers and sat on the edge of the bed. She yawned and stretched, feeling the strain of her unnaturally large breasts on her back. Sarah then climbed onto the floor and crawled over to the bathroom. The bathroom was designed for a mermaid Sarah thought to herself: the sink and light switches were at the same height that she was when she knelt so she could easily access the switches.

Sarah looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. She looked so tired, her hair was an unruly mess and she had slight bags under her eyes. She was sure a cup of coffee would alleviate the tiredness, that was if she was allowed to drink coffee anymore. Sarah spat the toothpaste out of her mouth and returned the brush to its holder and then dragged herself over to the shower.

She enjoyed the hot water as it washed over her body. She lathered her breasts and stomach and scrubbed them clean. She hosed down her tail as well. Then she applied a strawberry shampoo to her hair and washed it away, leaving a pleasant smell. She got out of the shower and applied some deodorant and then decided to use the toilet.

To use the toilet Sarah had to climb onto a specially designed leather bed. She would lay on her stomach and position her vagina over a whole in the bed under which was a toilet. She would then relieve herself and press a button to flush. Sarah then washed her hands and went back to the bed and waited for Robert.

Robert arrived a few minutes later and opened her door.

“Morning Sarah,” said Robert.

“Morning Robert,” said Sarah not knowing what else to say.

“Call me master Sarah, it is important we set these ground rules now so as not to cause you any confusion further down the line,” he said.

“Morning master,” Sarah said hating herself for even uttering the word. Sarah had never explored BDSM or anything like that, but now she knew she was not the submissive type. Unfortunately for her, she was trapped with a “master” and an “owner”, pretty much making her a submissive woman, or rather, mermaid she thought to herself.

“Let’s go upstairs,” said Robert. “First task for you is to cook us some breakfast.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow at this.

“Don’t you have maids or servants for that sort of thing? Why have me do it?”

“I don’t have maids or servants, that’s why I have you. Or did you not understand the whole sex slave concept? There is also the word slave in that sentence, which involves working for me,” explained Robert. “Now let’s go.”

Robert picked Sarah up and brought her outside. It was a beautiful Greek morning; the sun was just beginning to rise, and the weather was calm and peaceful. A flock of birds flew overhead as Sarah stared at the cloudless, blue sky above.

Robert instructed Sarah to avert her gaze as he entered the password that allowed egress to the spiral staircase and the upper portion of the house. It pained Sarah to look away as he typed the code, but she knew she did not have a choice or say in the matter. She heard the buzz as the gate opened and Robert walked up the spiral staircase.

Sarah noticed there was a hot tub at the top of the spiral staircase and two double-doors that led into the atrium of the upper portion of the house. There were many rooms up here, and the one on the right contained the kitchen which was where they were headed. Sarah figured this area wouldn’t be as heavily guarded as the compound below. The only caveat was that she would never be alone up here and unsupervised.

Robert placed her on the black marble counter of the kitchen.

“Glasses and plates are in the press above your head, ingredients are in the fridge to your left. The cooker is on your right. Now make some breakfast, I will be catching up on some work at the kitchen table call me when the breakfast is ready to be served,” commanded Robert.

Sarah proceeded to gather ingredient for the only thing she could cook, which was an omelette. She gathered her ingredients: two eggs, some water, dried herbs, olive oil and black pepper. Sarah then proceeded beat the eggs, water, pepper and herbs together in a pool using a whisker. The motion of beating the eggs caused her huge tits to jiggle which irked Sarah. She couldn’t even do something as simple as making a breakfast without being over sexualised anymore. It was just part of who she was now. She then heated the oil in a frying pan and added the egg mixture to the pan. Sarah then spread the mixture around the pan and cooked until the eggs were set, carefully turning the omelette to ensure both sides were cooked.

“Voila, breakfast is served,” said Sarah.

Robert put away his PC and picked Sarah up off the counter and placed her in a seat at the table. He then proceeded to dish up the omelettes. Neither of them spoke as they ate their food, both were exhausted from the events of the preceding night.

“Is that all you know how to make,” asked Robert suddenly.

“I’m twenty-one years old and was a broke student, this is all I know how to make. If you were looking for a chief you should have turned a MILF into a mermaid and kept her instead,” retorted Sarah.

Robert chuckled at her retort and finished eating his omelette. Once he finished, he told Sarah it was time for exercise. He went to one of the rooms and came back with a huge sports bra and gave it to her.

“This is your only item of clothing, so look after it. You will only be allowed to wear the sports bra when you are exercising in the gymnasium, all other times you must be topless around this house, understand?”

Sarah nodded her head to show her understanding. Robert gave her the bra and she quickly put it on. She couldn’t describe how nice it felt to have some support for her huge tits after having them hang free for the last day.

Robert picked her up and took her to the gym. There he made her exercise intently using resistance machines in addition to free weights. Robert told her that he was determined to keep her body in perfect shape. After an hour of intensive exercise Sarah was told to hand the sports bra back to Robert. He then took her back down to the pool and told her she had the majority of the day to herself as he had business to attend to. He would return after work and there would be another activity.

Sarah lounged by the pool for a while before deciding to go for a swim as it was so hot. She swam lengths of the pool for a while honing her skills as a mermaid. She was getting faster and faster swimming with her tail. After a while she swam to the edge of the pool and stared out at the village of Artemida. She could see activity in the village, people were going about their daily lives oblivious to the predicament that Sarah now found herself in. Sarah wondered when they would start searching for her – she wondered did anyone still think that she was on the island, or did they assume she fell overboard from the cruise ship?

Sarah grew tired of thinking those negative thoughts, they sure wouldn’t help her escape from the clutches of Robert. Sarah decided to try and investigate the door that led out of the compound, the one where all the guests were ushered through last night to attend the party and Slave Games.

Sarah crawled from the pool over to the door and stared up at the keypad. She could barely reach the keypad due to her being unable to stand on account of her tail. She did try and enter some passwords: Robert, Sarah, mermaid etc were all tried but to no avail. Sarah realised she didn’t know Robert and therefore didn’t know what names, dates, places, etc. where important to her – she didn’t even know his age!

After a while, Sarah grew tired of entering passwords and decided to go back to her room. She crawled into her room and sat at the bottom of the bed and grabbed the XBOX controller and pressed the start button. There was a gentle hum and whir as the console turned on. Sarah had been a huge first-person shooter fan back in university – she used to play all the time with Rachel. Her favourite games were Call of Duty. Sarah browsed through the games and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were a few iterations of Call of Duty installed on the XBOX. Sarah booted up the most recent one and entered an online multiplayer lobby.

Sarah enjoyed playing the video games, it provided her with a momentary escape from her current predicament. The only thing that bothered her was that she could no longer see the remote when she held it below her breasts, so she had to place her elbows on her chest and hold the remote up towards her face which allowed her to see what buttons she was pressing and was just all-round more comfortable for her.

Sarah noticed that her online profile had been pre-set by Robert: she was called the “mermaid69”. “Well at least Robert has a sense of humour,” Sarah thought to herself. Sarah started to search for her friends and Rachel on the social servers but unfortunately, they were all greyed out, the option to interact with them was stricken. Sarah supposed that the AI was ensuring that anyone she knew was filtered out, Robert did have access to her phone when he drugged her, and he had the resources to do something as crazy as blocking everyone she might have known.

Sarah eventually went back to gaming and found a clan that was looking for another member. If she was going to be spending time in this villa, in her downtime she might as well have a clan, right? She joined the aptly named “SlayersofDestiny94” clan. It consisted of three members, William, Bruce, and Brian. William was the leader of the clan; they all seemed like mega-serious nerds to Sarah but she just wanted company and people she was sure that would spend time online so she could talk to them. She was tempted to ask them for help, but she knew there was no point, there was a watermark in the top right-hand corner of the screen that informed Sarah that the AI filter was active and monitoring her conversations – any attempt to circumvent it would just get Sarah punished. Besides, she needed to gain Robert’s trust in order to exploit any potential weaknesses that he may have.

William, or Will as he liked to be called was the clan master. Will was keen on the idea of Sarah joining their clan, as was Brian, but Bruce was cynical. He didn’t think that a girl was capable of being in their clan as she was not a real gamer, probably just some twitch streamer with her tits out. She had to hand it to Bruce, he did have some insight – her tits were out. “Casual misogyny,” she thought to herself. “Some things don’t change, mermaid or not.” Will decided to play a game of Battle Royal to test her skills.

Sarah was easily able to keep up with the boys, reviving Bruce on several occasions. They went on to win their first Battle Royal as a team and there was much celebration. Sarah was able to momentarily forget her horrid situation as she celebrated with her new team.

“So, Sarah, tell us a bit about yourself,” asked Will after the match.

“I sure can,” said Sarah. “Let’s start at the beginning, my name is Sarah and I’m from Arizona in the United States.” This was actually true, Sarah decided to pretend to them that she was still the successful and independent woman that she had been just a few short days ago. It made her feel better and gave her an element of control back about the narrative of her life.

“I’m twenty-one years old and got accepted onto a scholarship with the University of Arizona to study Biochemistry. I spend most of my days working in a lab wearing a lab coat and safety glasses,” lied Sarah. She flopped her tail uselessly on the floor and slapped a mosquito away from her massive milk monsters.  Truth be told, the fact that she would never be going back to university to study had not yet set in. Her mother was a feminist and always wanted her daughters to have the education she herself never received, she wanted them to do better for themselves. Sarah had managed to screw-up her mother’s dream for her, she had trusted the wrong man and now she was paying the price – imprisoned in a watery prison and stuck within the confines of her own body, reduced to a mere plaything for the rich and the powerful. Any agency she had in life had been taken from her.

“That’s so cool,” said Will. “You’re like a real scientist.”

“Sure am,” Sarah said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“And on a scholarship as well, your family must be so proud of you,” said Will.

“They are,” replied Sarah. “They are. What about you Will, what do you do?”

“Oh me? Not much honestly, I mostly play video games and work at the local grocery story, I’m nothing special.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Will, I’m sure you’ll find your purpose in life,” Sarah said.

“Thanks Sarah, my interactions with women don’t usually go this well so thank you for the words of encouragement.”

“Glad to help Will. Now, who wants to kick some ass!” shouted Sarah as they loaded into another matchmaking lobby.

Sarah played with her new clan for the entirety of the day. She found more and more about her fellow clan members, like how Will wanted to be a video game programmer in an indie studio one day, Brian was actually British and lived in London and worked liked to sing karaoke on the weekends, and Bruce, well Bruce was a virgin and wanted to get laid. Bruce made a few jokes that Sarah and he should hook-up, and Sarah joked that she was more woman than Bruce could handle. She glanced down at her huge mammary glands as she said that and realised it wasn’t a lie. She looked like a male’s wet-dream fantasy come true as she sat there on the floor.

At around five o’clock Sarah heard the buzz of the security gate as Robert descended the spiral staircase.

“Looks like playtime is over boys, same time tomorrow?” asked Sarah.

“Sure,” said Will.

“You bet,” said Brian.

“Wouldn’t miss spending time with you Sarah,” said Bruce.

“Welcome to the clan,” said Will as they all disconnected one by one.

“Making new friends I see?” enquired Robert.

“I guess you could say that,” said Sarah. “It’s not like there is much else for me to do around here.”

“Don’t be so sure little fish, come here I have something to show you.”

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“What is that?” asked Sarah bemused.

She was kneeling outside on the pavement and there was complicated machine sitting in front of her. There was metal cage that was around the same height as Sarah when kneeling. Inside the cage there appeared to some form of a motor. Above that there was a contraption that had a metal bar sticking out. There was some form of control know on top of the cage. A few feet in front of the machine there was a metal pool. On the metal pool, again the same height of Sarah when kneeling was white, translucent, rubber cock that was attached to the metal pole. There were various straps and locks on the machine as well.

“This Sarah is a new machine that just arrived today, I had it purpose built for you. It is called a ‘blowjob trainer’”. It works by strapping you into the machine and then the machine will help you become more efficient and proficient in the feminine art of blowjobs. Lucky you.”

“This can’t be a real machine, this is so humiliating – Robert please don’t make me use this machine,” asked Sarah.

Robert gave her a stern look and folded his arms.

“This isn’t up for negotiation, Sarah. You are going to use this machine.”

Sarah sighed and mentally prepared herself for the degradation and indignity that was about to come along with the use of this machine. If her mother could see what she had been reduced to she would be physically ill. Sarah had been a scholarship-winning biochemistry student, and now here she was reduced to sucking a rubber cock on the whims of a mad-man.

“Fine,” sighed Sarah. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Robert picked Sarah up and placed her kneeling on her knees in front of the rubber cock. Her tail was brought up behind her, her tailfin touching her back. A strap was then applied ensuring that her tail could not move and was stuck behind her back. Sarah was immobilised in this sitting position. Robert then tied her hands together behind her back with another strap rendering them useless. Sarah Robert then produced a steel collar and placed it around her neck and locked it with a satisfying click. The collar ensure that Sarah’s head remained facing ahead the entire time, she had no movement in her neck. A black strap was then applied that went under her chin and on her forehead. Robert then pushed Sarah’s open mouth onto the rubber cock and then Sarah heard a click as the machine held her in place.

“mmmmmppppfff,” was all Sarah could say as the rubber cock filled ever inch of her poor mouth.

Sarah could see that a bulge was forming in Robert’s pants, and she rolled her eyes. He really revelled in her humiliation, it seemed to be what he got off on.

“Try to relax Sarah, you don’t have to do anything – the machine does all the work.”

Robert kneeled in front of her and briefly groped her tits that were thrust outwards either side of the metal bar. He flicked her nipples and seemed to enjoy the moans that Sarah emitted from such a stimulation.

Robert walked behind Sarah and out of her sight. Sarah could hear the roar of the motor as it kicked into life. She heard Robert adjust the knob on the console behind her and felt her head begin to move forward ever so slightly. Her mouth was forced along the length of the cock, and once she reached the shaft of the rubber cock her head was forced to move back along the rubber cock shaft. The thickness of the cock was consistent throughout meaning that there was never an opportunity for Rachel’s mouth to become loose from the cock and time for her to grab some air. She was breathing exclusively through her nose for the time being.

“Now watch this,” said Robert as he adjusted the speed of the machine using the knob. “Time to go all the way to the max speed!”

“mmmmmmmmpfpppppfffff,” Screamed Sarah as her head was violently thrust forwards and backwards along the length of the cock. Her huge melons were bouncing around in chaos as her body was thrust back and forth. Robert appeared in front of her and smiled clearly enjoying the view. He then disappeared behind her and adjusted the knob again.

“Let’s set the speed to manual,” he said. “A nice happy medium.”

Immediately Sarah felt the machine slow down. Her head was still moving back and forward along the cock by at a slower speed. She was extremely embarrassed at her situation. She could see one of the security guards looking at her through the corner of his eyes. She must look quite the site as she sucked this rubber cock, big tits bouncing wildly as she cried helplessly.

“I have some personal commitments to attend to, but I will return at …. Let’s say seven o’clock?” said Robert as he stood up.

Sarah’s eyes went wide as she heard that she would be spending two hours on this wretched machine. Robert positioned the machine, so she was facing out towards the village.

“There is a celebration in the village tonight, some Greek festival not quite sure what it is about but I know there will be fireworks in about half an hour. It is something to watch while you practice giving blowjobs.”

Sarah was only able to glare to show her dissatisfaction and disapproval at her current predicament. Her words had been taken from her, she was being impaled on this phallic object and reduced to sucking it like a worthless whore. Robert smirked and blew her a condescending kiss as he walked towards the spiral staircase.

Sarah entered a hypnotic trance as time passed. She grew accustomed to the rhythmic motion of her head bopping forward and back and the whirring of the motor of the machine. She felt the cock become more and more slick with the saliva from her mouth as she sucked it. Sarah figured this was a new low point for her, since she had been turned into a mermaid she had: given handjobs, been tit fucked, given blowjobs and had penetrative sex with her new vagina – but this blowjob machine was so impersonal, she was literally just reduced to sucking a rubber phallic object repeatedly for no other reason than to practice the real thing. It was like the most graphic and inappropriate hobby she could imagine.

Eventually Sarah a flash of light in the sky over the village where a firework exploded with a loud bang. Eventually there were more fireworks, and the sky was filled with a brilliant display of colour and light. Sarah wondered what the villagers were celebrating. Had this festival been two days previously Sarah wouldn’t have been in a nightclub but instead she would have been out in the streets mingling with the locals and learning about their culture. She had always been fascinated with the cultures of other countries. She wondered if she had been on the street would she still have met Robert Castellano. Probably not she figured, and she would be currently on a cruise ship with her boyfriend Hunter and her friends eating food and drinking on the deck, looking forward to the next location that was on the schedule. She had wanted to travel, to see the expansive world around her during the summer. She wanted to roam and explore. It was ironic that this desire for freedom had led to her captivity and imprisonment in the villa; her whole world had shrunk from endless possibilities to one where she was confined to a small room and a pool, with the world beyond her cordoned off to her. At least the view was nice she thought to herself. If she had to pick anywhere to get kidnapped and turned into a sex-slave, then you could do a lot worse than Greece. At least the weather was warm, and it didn’t rain a lot. Sarah was used to the heat being from Arizona herself, so it didn’t bother her too much.

Sarah remembered the first time her and Hunter had made out, it had been a few months previously. They had attended the local county fair and there were fireworks at the end of the evening. Sarah and Hunter had kissed each other passionately and made out in the car as the fireworks exploded all around, bursts of light to signify their blossoming romance.

“Poor Hunter,” Sarah thought to herself. “He will be devasted when they find out that I am missing, he loved me, and I loved him. We were meant for each other. He will never get over my disappearance,” thought Sarah.

Sarah watched the firework show as it continued for the next hour. She could see that the locals had taken to the street to celebrate, she could hear music and laughter carry over the forest. She wondered if any of them were aware of the monster that was Robert Castellano, and that he lived a stone throws away from them. He could see the entire village from his villa, it was almost like he oversaw the entire island. Maybe he was thought Sarah. The thought sent chills down her spine.  

After what felt like an eternity, Robert finally returned and turned off the machine. He unstrapped Sarah and took her out of the machine. Sarah rubbed her jaw as it ached her something fiercely.

“Don’t worry about the pain Sarah, you will get used to it. Afterall, you will be spending time of this machine every day!” said Robert.

“Everyday,” gulped Sarah.

“Each and every day Sarah, you are going to give the best damn blowjobs that womankind has to offer, or should I say mermaid kind in your case?”

Sarah knelt in front of Robert too tired to argue with him. She just wanted to go to bed and pretend the last few days didn’t happen and that she was at home or working in the labs of her university. Anywhere but here where she was reduced to a topless mermaid freak.

“Time to watch some TV,” said Robert. “My treat.”

“Wow you are so generous,” retorted Sarah.

“Watch your tone tits!” warned Robert as he picked Sarah up and held her in his arms. He took her into her room and placed her on her bed. He picked up the TV remote and opened a streaming site and began browsing the movie selection. To Sarah’s surprise he went to the romantic section. Sarah left out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny,” asked Robert defensively.

“It’s just I didn’t picture you as the romantic type. You know on account of drugging women and having them turned into mermaids.”

Robert selected a romantic comedy movie, which coincidentally starred Johnny Anderson. Robert and Sarah both sat back against the headrest of the bed as the movie started.

“Don’t you find any of this romantic Sarah, a man so obsessed with you he is willing to risk it all to have you. A man who wants nothing more than complete and utter ownership of your body, mind, and soul. A mand who wants to spend the rest of his life with you, a man who can provide you with whatever material needs your heart desires,” said Robert.

“You kidnapped me, remember? You drugged me, had my clothes stripped from my body, had my breasts enlarged to ludicrous proportions, mutilated my legs and gave me a tail, forced me to suck and fuck all your rich friends and are currently keeping me as prisoner in your own home – is there anything I missed?” asked Sarah sarcastically.

“You still don’t understand the gift I have given you. You don’t have responsibilities or commitments. You don’t have to worry about the nine to five rat race, worry about meeting a man and working sixty hours a week to afford a shoestring apartment where you can barely afford to raise a family. You don’t have to worry about bills, clothing, food – the essentials. Everything you could ever need is here for you, and you are being provided for. You are a creature of pure desire and pleasure, let it consume you – let your sexuality run free. Your boyfriend Hunter could never give you what I have given you,” said Robert.

“I loved Hunter,” Sarah said with tears in her eyes. “He was sweet, kind, gentle – he respected me and loved me for who I was. We were meant to be together forever, me and him, him, and I. You took that away from me, from him, from both of us!” cried Sarah. She stared down at her huge tits and shed a tear and felt it land on her breasts and trickle down and around her large and proud nipple and then it followed the curve of her breast, until finally dripping onto her flat and toned stomach.

“Sarah,” said Robert as he gently cupped her face. “I see you; I see the real you. I see the Sarah that no one else can see, the first time I saw you, from the very first instant I knew you were special. I knew you were the one. This body,” said Robert as he guided her gaze down towards it, “this is what you were meant to be, a siren, a mysterious beautiful and sensual creature: a mermaid! It was your destiny to come to Greece, to meet me in that bar that night. I had waited for years to find the right woman, and the moment I laid eyes on you I saw the creature locked within. You think that I changed your body, but the truth is that I did not – I merely unlocked the real Sarah that was hidden within,” said Robert as he laid a kiss on her lips. He reached down and gently began to stroke her slit, eliciting a moan from Sarah. He looked deep into her eyes as he slowly worked her slit.

“Faster,” said Sarah. Despite hating this man, she was consumed by pure carnal desire. She leaned back against the headboard as Robert’s rubbing became more vigorous. He started to gently knead her breasts and kept kissing Sarah on the lips. Sarah bit Robert’s lip as she approached her orgasm. She knelt on top of him as he worked her vagina with his tongue and continued to play with her nipples.

“Oh yes, OH YES!!!” screamed Sarah as she reached her climax. She shuddered and collapsed into Robert’s arms as she was raked by a massive orgasm. Robert gently brushed her hair as she lay on his chest, her massive boobs squashed against his chest.

They stayed like this for some time before Sarah silently disentangled herself from him and sat back against the headboard, full of embarrassment, humiliation, and hatred for both herself and him. Neither of them said another word during the rest of the movie, neither of them needed to. There was nothing left to be said between them.

Robert and Sarah fell asleep together in the bed. Sarah awoke to find that Robert had fallen asleep on her left tit, there was drool on her nipple. “Gross,” she thought to herself as she quietly wiped away the saliva. Sarah silently disentangled herself from him and sat on the edge of the bed. It was early in the morning and the sun was starting to rise. Sarah crawled from her room and towards the swimming pool. She could hear nothing, but the gentle hum of the swimming pool pumps and the squawk of a solitary bird in the distance. Sarah silently slid into the pool and swam towards the edge overlooking the village below. She found the water refreshing and enjoyed the early morning swim. She swam back to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out of the water. Sarah noticed that Robert had left his jacket on a chair beside the pool. Sarah crawled over to it and checked the pockets. She found cigarettes, wads of cash and a box of sleeping pills. An idea sprung into Sarah’s head: if she could steal a few sleeping pills at a time without Robert noticing or being aware of it over the next few months she could drug his morning coffee and use the time he was unconscious to get away.

Sarah placed his items back inside his jacket and crawled back inside her bedroom. She curled back up beside Robert and for the first time in days she smiled, she had a plan of escape. It would take months as she would have to be careful, Robert was unlikely to notice a few missing tablets here and there if she spaced it out over a long period of time. She would just have to figure out a location where she could stash the drugs until she needed them.

Robert was beginning to wake up. He draped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight. She could feel his cock harden against her back. “Just great,” she thought to herself, “he’s horny and wants to fuck.”

“Good morning little fish,” said Robert sleepily.

“Morning master,” replied Sarah. She just needed to pretend that she had accepted her fate and bide her time until the opportune time to escape presented itself. She wrapped her hand around his.

“Good little fish,” said Robert as he pulled her closer. He flipped her onto her back and began to mount her, she felt his penis slide into her vagina, and he began to vigorously thrust in and out of her. He planted deep kisses deep within her mouth as he rode her. Sarah for her part was nearing orgasm, and Robert sped up his thrusts. Sarah screamed in ecstasy as she came, her entire body quivering as she was wracked by a huge wave of pleasure. Robert rolled off her and stood up beside the bed and began to get dressed.

“I have a very important meeting today, so I won’t be back till later on to put you on the blowjob trainer,” said Robert. “One of my security guards will bring you breakfast when he can,” he said as he planted a kiss on her forehead. “I will see you later to do this all again, little mermaid,” said Robert as he exited the room. Sarah waited till she was sure he was gone up the spiral staircase before falling back into her bed. Sarah stared at the ceiling for what felt like an age. She was exhausted after the events of the past few days. She ran a hand along her toned flat stomach and up to her gargantuan tits and squeezed them.

“I’m never going to get used to having these,” she said to herself. “I wonder if I can get a breast reduction surgery when I escape,” she thought to herself. “I want to go right back to having A-cup breasts and nothing larger, I miss my small and pert boobs. I don’t there is much a surgeon can do about my tail though,” Sarah thought as he flapped her tail uselessly.

She climbed off the bed and crawled over to the edge of the pool and slowly lowered herself into the warm water. There was a slight breeze today which helped alleviate the intense Greek heat. Sarah submerged herself under the water and swam along the pool, only surfacing for air. She was getting more comfortable swimming and increasingly found solace in the pool as it was easier for her to move, and she didn’t experience back pain as her boobs were essentially weightless in the underwater environment.

Sarah swam to the edge of the pool and looked at the nearby village. She stayed there for what felt like hours just watching the hustle and bustle of people going about their daily lives, not a care in the world. She was envious of them; she had a monumental task in front of her. This escape plan of hers was going to take all of her cunning, intelligence and resilience and a dallop of luck to pull off. One wrong move and Robert would restrict her freedoms further and probably starve her too just for good measure.

Sarah thought of her family and Hunter, they kept her going. She wanted to see her parents again and especially Rachel. Sarah didn’t trust Robert that he would provide medical care for her sister. She had no way of knowing that he would keep his word besides trusting him, and she certainly did not trust him. The last time she trusted him she woke up with a blue mermaid’s tail and a pair of massive, whopper O-cup size breasts. That is the reward that trust had gotten her.

Sarah knew that Hunter would wait for her, he would never give up trying to find her. Laura too, they would be devasted by her disappearance. She just hoped that they would find her sooner rather than later, whilst she still had a shred of her dignity and her humanity left. She glanced over at the blowjob trainer machine on the pavement and shuddered, she knew she would be reacquainted with that machine later on this evening.

Sarah watched as the sun rose on the village of Artemida. She suddenly felt home sick, she missed Arizona and she especially missed the University of Arizona. This semester she would have been studying Protein Structure and Function of the Cell Membrane. She had really been looking forward and excited for that module and that was the area she hoped to specialise in. Rachel’s disease was due to protein structure in her cells, and Sarah had dreamed of curing the disease for her sister. Everything she had done in life was to protect and care for her sister. Sarah shed a tear thinking of her sister alone without her. Sarah and Rachel had always been extremely close, they were inseparable – this trip was Sarah’s first time away from Rachel for an extended period of time. Rachel had been apprehensive on account of Sarah going on the trip and was worried for her. Sarah had assured her that nothing untoward or bad could happen, after all – she was only going to Greece! The cradle of civilisation!

Sarah submerged herself under the water and screamed in a fit of rage, air bubbles streaming from her mouth. She resurfaced and felt better. She hated Robert Castellano for what he had done to her body, for what he had made her do, for what he had made her think of herself and for separating her from her family and friends. He had ruined her life.

Sarah spent the next hour floating on her back imaging all the ways that she could kill Robert Castellano as she stared up at the sky. Her boobs were gently bobbing up and down in the water as she floated.

“You need to calm down,” Sarah said to herself. “Rage won’t help you now,” she thought. Sarah decided she needed to be calm, cool, and calculating if she was to escape this horrid situation. She needed to bide her time and wait for the perfect moment to arise. And if that meant she had to play the submissive damsel in distress to achieve that then she decided, she would. She was going to get out of this fucking pool, of this fucking villa and off this Godforsaken Island and back to her lovely Arizona. Sarah swam to the edge of the pool and stared off into the distance.

“I’m going to escape,” Sarah promised herself. “And then I’m coming back for you Robert Castellano, I don’t care how rich are powerful you think you are. I’m coming back. I’m getting my freedom and my life back,” she said aloud to no one in particular.

***

Act 4 – The Journey

Nine months later

“Beep, beep, beep, beep,” Sarah’s alarm clock went off to wake her up. It was eight o’clock in the morning and as usual Sarah woke up, went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, showered, and waited patiently for Robert to come and pick her up and take her upstairs where she was supposed to cook breakfast for Robert. Her cooking skills had improved drastically over the past few months. She now jokingly said she had the cooking skills of a MILF but the body of a twenty-one-year-old.

After breakfast she was given her sports bra and taken to the gym where she was made to exercise as was customary for her to do each day. She made progress over the past few months and was able to lift more weights than she had before. Robert wouldn’t let her lift weights that were too heavy though, he liked her to have a toned body but not so much that she packed on muscle. Her biceps were not big, and her stomach was flat and smooth.

She was then allowed to game with her clan for a few hours. She had grown close with them, especially Will. In the past nine months Will had been accepted into a video-game design course in his local university. Sarah was thrilled for him, but also a little jealous as she was supposed to be attending her university but instead was being held captive by a mad man as his pet. Brian was moving from London to move in with his girlfriend in a place called Surrey. She also had a fondness for karaoke so the two of them were a good match. Even Bruce had managed to get laid, as he excitedly told the clan a few weeks ago. He was a virgin no more. Sarah was happy for her virtual friends, but she also felt a deep sadness. As her friends moved on with their lives, Sarah was stuck in this artificial statis, every day was the same for her. There was the occasional party that Robert held where Sarah had been made to perform sexual acts for the guests. There was even another Slave Games where Sarah met Anna again, and unfortunately, she lost that one. Robert was furious and starved her for a week and kept her on the blowjob machine almost continuously for the week, her only break was for sleeping. Her jaw had been sore that week, she remembered bitterly.

After her gaming session she usually went for a swim and watched the local villagers go about their daily lives. She had given each specific house a backstory and imagined what life was like in each of the houses. It wasn’t idea but it would pass the time.

At around five o’clock each day Robert would strap her into the blowjob trainer for an hour or two, depending on his humour on that particular day. Sarah never got used to the blowjob trainer, she hated that part of the day. However, she soon learned to try and drown out the experience. She usually went into a rhythmic trance as her head was moved forwards and backwards along the white rubber cock that she had grown so accustomed to.

After her blowjob training, she was then brought to her room where herself and Robert would watch either a movie or TV show from a streaming service: movies at the weekend and television shows during the week. Then Robert, each night without fail would fuck her. He would fuck her penetratively, orally or just a plain old tit fuck depending on his mood.

Sarah had asked Robert for a calendar, and he had bought her a mini-desk calendar that she used to track the passage of time. On the first day of each month, when Robert was fast asleep at around five o’clock in the morning, Sarah would sneak out to his jacket that he usually left on one of the loungers outside and take a sleeping bill. She would then store the sleeping bill under the fold of her massive right breast and crawl back into bed and pretend to be asleep. Robert usually left at around a quarter past seven, and shortly after Sarah would store the tablet under a lose floorboard that she had found. She reckoned she had collected enough tablets to render Robert unconscious by spiking his morning coffee.

Sarah had started smuggling the tablets upstairs by carrying them under her breasts and removing them as she was making breakfast. Robert never paid any attention to her as she cooked him his food. She was storing them at the back of the utensils press, behind a jar of coffee. It was a risky strategy, but she had no other choice.

And so, Sarah found herself on the day of her twenty-second birthday planning her escape attempt. It was eight o’clock and her alarm rang out and Sarah immediately silenced it. She had hardly slept the night before on account of her nervousness. She knew if she blew this chance, she would never get another one, Robert would clamp down even more on what little freedom she did have. She watched him sleep all night as she plotted her course of action: it was a simple plan, slip the sleeping tablets into his morning coffee and render him unconscious. Then she would command that one of his security guards take her into town to go shopping for new clothes at Robert’s behest. There was one security guard in particular that Robert had hired that was not the sharpest tool in the box and Sarah planned to exploit that fact. Once in town, Sarah would then make her way to the police station and tell them that she was Sarah Savage, and finally her nightmare would be at an end. Sarah knew that Robert kept a wheelchair upstairs in the case of an emergency and he needed to move her quickly, so Sarah could use that to aid in her escape. Sarah knew that Robert was aware of her birthday and would probably try to use it as an opportunity to humiliate her. Robert would, therefore, have his guard down more so than usual and Sarah planned to exploit this gap and use it to her advantage.

“Good morning birthday girl,” said Robert as he entered the room. “Happy twenty-second birthday Sarah! Ah to be young again,” laughed Robert. “I have a surprise for you today, come.”

Robert picked Sarah up in his arms and exited her room. It was a particularly warm day, even by Greek standards. Sarah could immediately feel herself start to perspire as Robert walked towards the spiral staircase.

“Look away, birthday girl,” said Robert as he entered the code. Sarah complied and averted her gaze as he typed the password into the keypad, and she heard the customary buzz of the door indicating that it was unlocked. Robert carried her up the staircase and stopped at the very top. There was a jacuzzi that stood standalone at the top of the staircase, just a few feet to the right. Robert placed Sarah in the hot, bubbling water of the jacuzzi and Sarah had to admit it felt nice. The water was up to her neck and the water jets were working wonders on her sore back. Robert changed into a pair of swimming trunks and sat beside her in the tub.

From up here in the hot tub Sarah had an even better view of the surrounding forest and village. She also peered over the edge of the tub and could see her swimming pool was directly below her. She could also see over the walls that surrounded the compound and saw there was a black van that was parked outside. That vehicle would be perfect to house her and the wheelchair during the escape she decided.

“I wanted to celebrate this very important day,” said Robert. “This is your birthday, so I thought we could take a trip down memory lane and revisit your past.”

Robert had a remote in his hand and he pressed it. A flatscreen TV descended from the roof and stopped just above the centre of the jacuzzi. Robert placed an arm around Sarah as he pressed buttons on the remote and the screen turned on.

A picture of Sarah appeared on the screen, but not of Sarah as she was now – a mermaid. The picture was of Sarah nine months ago the day she met Robert in the nightclub. Sarah remembered taking this photo: Hunter had been behind the camera and Sarah and Laura were posing together. Sarah was wearing a pink jumper and blue jeans in the photograph. Sarah and Laura had their arms around one another, and they were smiling. They were still on the cruise ship, getting ready to disembark and travel to Omfori island.

“Nine months ago today I met you Sarah,” said Robert gesturing to the photo on the screen. “I saw your true potential and you made my visions come true. I wouldn’t have chosen any other woman to be my mermaid,” said Robert as he reached across and kissed her on the lips. Sarah felt a deep pang of regret seeing her old body, she missed the basic things: being able to walk, stand, run – not feeling helpless the whole time.

“You made my dream come true Sarah, and for that I am eternally grateful. On your twenty—second birthday I feel it is important for you to understand what you truly are. You need to see yourself as I see you.” Robert pressed the button and there was a picture of Sarah before she was a mermaid, unconscious on an operating theatre. Sarah leaned forward to see the image more clearly.

“This was it, wasn’t it? This was the surgery where I was turned into a mermaid,” asked Sarah.

“Indeed, it is,” said Robert. “And this is you after,” he said pressing another button. An image of Sarah in her mermaid form unconscious appeared on the TV after the surgery had been performed. It almost didn’t feel real to Sarah but seeing herself on the operating theatre drove home to her just how real it really was. And maybe that was the point, maybe Robert was trying to show her how she was made so would understand that the change was permanent. It is one thing to be told she was stuck like this, but it was another thing to see the surgery that had changed her. He was trying to break her spirit, Sarah decided.

“You adapted to your new body and overcame all sorts of challenges, here are some photos I took of you at your first Slave Games,” Robert said as the screen showed a montage of Sarah performing a series of lewd sexual acts causing Sarah to blush. She couldn’t believe the graphic sexual activities she had been involved in during the last year, from orgies to blowjobs, you name it and she had been made to do it. Her innocence was completely taken from her.

“But there is something I want you to see,” said Robert seriously. He pressed another button on his remote and a video started to play. Robert turned off the water jets of the jacuzzi so that they could hear the TV speakers clearly.

It was a news reel from her local news broadcasting station back home in Arizona. A woman who Sarah recognised was talking on the screen, the broadcast was from nine months ago judging from the date on the screen.

“And in other news,” the woman continued, “local woman Sarah Savage has gone missing in Greece. Authorities believe her last known location was Omfori island off the coast of Greece. She was a passenger of the cruise ship “Ocean’s Hope” and had disembarked to visit the island. Currently local police and the cruise ship company are working diligently to find Sarah. From all of us here at the network, we hope she is found alive and well. Back to you in the studio, Chris.”

Sarah’s heart raced slightly at the thought of the police looking for her, maybe there was hope that they would find her after all. But why has it taken them nine months, and why was Robert showing this to her. Surely, he must realise it would embolden a possible escape attempt on her behalf if she was convinced that the authorities were out looking for her. Sarah gave Robert a quizzical look. He pressed the remote again and another clip played. This was five weeks after the first clip that they had watched a moment ago.

“Breaking news in the Sarah Savage investigation,” said the newswoman. “Sarah, twenty-one, has been declared dead by local authorities investigating the case. It was believed that Sarah may have been on Omfori island, but our sources have told us that police are working under the assumption that Sarah fell overboard and drowned somewhere between Omfori island and the Greek mainland. A tragic conclusion to the Savage case.”

“No, no, no, no,” Sarah said fearfully. “They think I’m dead, that’s why the police haven’t been looking for me – they weren’t searching the island!” Sarah screamed. “Why are you doing this to me,” cried Sarah.

Sarah tried to pull away from Robert, but he caught both of her arms and dragged her onto his lap. The mermaid was crying. Robert pulled her close into his chest and began to gently comb her long blonde hair.

“I’m showing you this because I can see the pain living two lives is causing you. You still believe that there is a chance that you will be rescued, there is no chance of that happening. The woman you were is dead, she has been reborn into a mermaid. You need to accept that this is your life, I am your only family – we are all each other has got,” said Robert as he cradled Sarah.

Sarah was crying but her tears turned to rage. She pulled away from Robert and wiped away her tears. She couldn’t afford to be emotional, not now – there was no one coming to rescue her. The only person she could rely on to save her was herself.

“I am truly sorry, Sarah. But you needed to hear this to truly understand that there is no hope, no knight in shining armour coming to save you. Your family, friends, everyone you have ever known thinks that you are dead, no one is looking for you.”

“I know, I know,” replied Sarah as she dried her eyes. She needed to play this extremely carefully. She needed to make Robert convince that she was a broken woman, that she had given up hope otherwise he may continue to suspect that she will attempt to escape from the villa.

“It’s just not easy to hear that I have been declared legally dead, I …. I …. I guess I thought there was a hope that there was someone out there looking for me and that they would eventually find me. I see that was a foolish thought,” replied Sarah. “I see that now; I am destined to live out the remainder of my life with you here as your mermaid.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Sarah, this was never going to be easy adjusting to this new way of life. But I hope that by seeing this video that it may help you realise that this really is your way of life now, there are no do overs or last-minute rescues, you are my mermaid and the sooner you accept this as fact, the sooner you can begin to create a life for yourself here, a life for both of us,” said Robert.

Robert carried Sarah into the kitchen and dried her off with a towel and gave her a reassuring smile.

“I have to do some work while you make us breakfast my little fish,” said Robert as he gave her a gently kiss on her forehead. He walked towards the table and sat down and opened up his laptop and immediately began to scroll and type.

Sarah gathered the ingredients for an omelette and laid them out on the counter in front of her. She grabbed a cup from the press and placed a spoon of coffee into the cup. She leaned over and filled the kettle with water and flicked the switch to boil. She reached over to the utensils pressed and carefully retrieved the handful of sleeping tablets. She felt sweat began to form on her forehead as she tried to keep the tablets hidden from Robert’s view. One wrong move and this whole plan would be over before it even began.

Sarah glanced over at Robert, and he glanced back at her with a wide smile and then looked back to his laptop and continued to work. Sarah wiped the sweat from her brow. She cracked the eggs and placed them in a bowl along with the other ingredients and began to whisk them. She waited till the kettle began to boil and it made a whistling noise. Sarah then quickly grabbed a spatula and began to crush the tablets into a fine white powder and then scooped it carefully and placed it into Robert’s cup of coffee. She glanced furtively behind her, but Robert was engrossed in his work. Sarah then waited for the kettle to boil, if Robert came over now and looked in his cup, he would see the white powder alongside the coffee granules. Sweat began to form on her chest and she could feel her heart rate increase.

After what felt like forever, she heard the familiar click of the kettle indicating that the kettle was boiled. She picked up the kettle and poured the boiling water into his mug, carefully stirring the mixture so that the white powder was completely dissolved in the cup. Sarah was a biochemistry student and therefore she had calculated, based on an estimate of Robert’s bodyweight how many tablets would be required to render him unconscious. Sarah then served up the eggs and placed them on two plates and placed them beside the coffee.

“Breakfast is served,” said Sarah to Robert.

“Fantastic, I am staring today,” said Robert as he walked over and smelled the omelette and coffee. “Nothing like the smell of coffee in the morning,” laughed Robert as he picked up his coffee and plate and took them over to the table. Then he returned and carried Sarah over to the table and placed her in a seat.

Robert devoured the omelette and washed it down with big chugs of coffee. He spoke to her in between mouthfuls of omelette.

“I was thinking we might skip the blowjob trainer, just for today on account of it being your birthday. We will watch a movie or TV show of your choice, what do you think?” asked Robert as he took a swig of coffee.

“Sounds good to me master, thank you for celebrating my birthday. It means a lot to me that you remembered my birthday,” said Sarah as sincerely as she could.

“My pleasure, we are family after all now. I … I …. Sorry excuse me I feel awfully tired suddenly. I’m not sure what’s come over me, I … I …” there was a loud smashing noise as Robert’s head crashed against the porcelain plate that contained his omelette. Sarah couldn’t quite believe her plan had actually worked, she just started at Robert’s unconscious body as she watched his body rise and fall which indicated that he was still alive. Sarah sat momentarily still, convinced that Robert was about to wake up at any second. After an entire minute had lapsed Sarah decided that she needed to move, time was of the essence now.

Sarah lowered herself down from the chair and crawled towards the atrium. She knew that Robert had a room full of clothes and a wheelchair for her in the case of an emergency, he had accidently left that slip one night after a particularly vigorous session of sex. Sarah checked the first door, but it just contained an office. She tried to check the second door but it was locked. The third door opened and she saw a wardrobe and a wheelchair and nothing else  suave for some flat-packed boxes strewn around the floor.

“Third times a charm,” said muttered as she crawled across the floor. She pulled the clothing down from the rack and began to get dressed. Firstly, there was a black skirt that was extremely long, it was custom made. It went all the way down past her tailfin, it was designed to hide her tail in the event that there was a house fire and Robert needed to move her out of the house. She slipped the skirt over her tail and up to her waist. The clothing was clearly custom-made for her exact proportions. Sarah then found an extremely large pink bra and pulled her breasts inside the cups and took the two band ends of the bra and clasped them behind using the loosest possible hook that she could find. Sarah missed wearing bras, for the first time in nine months she finally had proper support for her puppies. Sarah then found a yellow baggy jumper and pulled it over her head. The jumper was baggy enough to cover her enormous cleavage. Then she pulled herself into the wheelchair and grabbed the wheels, turning her forwards.

Sarah through the atrium and to the front door of the villa. She opened the front door and expected to see the newest security guard hire on front lawn duty today. Patrick was the security guards name and if he wasn’t on duty today her plan was over. She had been watching the rostering of the guards for the past few months and determined that Patrick was due to be on duty today.

She wheeled herself outside and approached Patrick. He nearly collapsed at the sight of her outside the compound. She was supposed to be there at all times, except when she was accompanied upstairs by Robert. It was common knowledge and specifically told to them by Robert, Sarah had eavesdropped in on a few security guard induction as they were given tours of the villa.

“Sarah, you can’t be out here! Get back inside,” said Patrick worriedly.

“Oh relax, Patrick, isn’t it?” joked Sarah. “Robert wants you to drive me into town so that I can buy some new lingerie.”

“I don’t think you are supposed to be outside of your compound, maybe I should go inside and ask him?” replied Patrick.

Sarah grabbed Patrick firmly by the arm.

“My master is a very busy man, if you want to disturb him and contradict a direct order, he has given you, by all means be my guest. I just hope you are ready to find a new job with another employer after Patrick.”

This was the moment of truth. If Patrick called her bluff and went inside, he would find Robert unconscious slumped over his breakfast and her plan would be sunk. Sarah kept her face as emotionless as possible as Patrick considered.

“I guess if that is what Robert wants. Hop in the van and I will drive you into the village,” said Patrick.

He lifted Sarah out of her wheelchair an placed her into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt as if she were a delicate porcelain statue that could break at the slightest knock or brush. Patrick then folded her wheelchair and placed it in the back of the van and then just like that they were off. For the first time in nine months Sarah was out of her compound and back into the real world. She felt elated and scared at the same time. Patrick turned the keys in the ignition and the engine of the van roared into life and Patrick pulled out of the driveway and started to drive towards the town. And finally, after nine months of planning Sarah had escaped the villa and was on her way towards her salvation.

***

After a few minutes they finally reached the city centre. Sarah knew exactly where she was going, she had spent the last few weeks searching the layout of the village on the internet. She knew that there was a lingerie shop right across the road from the local island police station. She instructed Patrick to drive her there. He pulled up in a free parking spot right next to the store. Patrick went around the back of the van and took out her wheelchair and unfolded it and brought it around to the passenger seat and then placed Sarah into the seat of the wheelchair.

“I’ll meet you back here in half an hour Patrick,” instructed Sarah. “In the meantime, could you drive to the hardware store a few blocks away, Robert needed some grease to fix use on my door as it is a bit stiff at the moment.”

“Sarah, I should probably accompany you around the shop, you are Robert’s pet, what happens if something happens to you?”

“Patrick, this is a lingerie store, how do you think it will look to Robert if you are following me around as I am trying on new bras and corsets?” said Sarah.

Patrick blushed and immediately apologised to her.

“I’m sorry, please don’t tell Robert, I need this job!”

“I won’t tell him, but you should probably go to the hardware store and pick up the grease immediately. I need that door fixed as soon as possible, I haven’t been able to sleep for the past week with the squeaking that it is making,” said Sarah.

“On it,” said Patrick as he got into the driver’s seat of the car and drove off. Sarah waited for a few minutes until she was sure he was gone and then quickly wheeled herself across the street and up the disabled ramp entrance of the police station and opened the doors and approached the reception desk. There was a young woman sitting there behind the desk.

“Hello miss, how can I help you today,” said the woman politely.

“I need to speak to the detective in charge of the Sarah Savage case immediately,” said Sarah.

The woman picked up the receiver of the phone on her desk and dialled a number.

“And who should I say is here to see him?”

“Tell him Sarah Savage is here,” Sarah said.

***

Sarah was taken to room in the police station, there was nothing in the room except for a table and a solitary chair opposite Sarah. Sarah was given a cup of coffee and she sipped on it as she waited for the detective to arrive. She was told his name was detective Andino and that he was fluent in English which was a relief for Sarah so she could explain her story fully and completely to him.

The door behind Sarah opened and a ruggedly handsome man walked into the room and sat down in the chair opposite Sarah and reached out to shake her hand. Sarah reached out and they shook hands as he introduced himself.

“My name is detective Andino, and I work for the Omfori police department, and I was the lead investigator on the Sarah Savage case,” he said. “What new information have you got about the case?” asked the detective.

Sarah left out a startled laugh and smiled at him. She pointed towards her face with both hands.

“It’s me, I’m Sarah Savage,” said Sarah incredulously. “Do you not see the resemblance?”

“Listen, I can’t begin to tell you how many women have reached out to me pretending to be Sarah Savage in an attempt to get fame and attention. Sure, you look like a little like her, but I’ve studied everything about this case for months and there is one glaring inconsistency in your story: Sarah Savage was not a wheelchair user,” said the detective clearly not impressed with her.

“Wait,” said Sarah, “I promise I can explain – I don’t usually use the wheelchair I- “

“So, you are saying that you can walk?”

“No, I can’t walk but I’m not paralysed, I”

“Are you aware that it is a criminal offence to waste a police officers time in Greece?” asked the detective.

“Please detective, let me explain myself!”

“You have five minutes,” said Andino.

“I came to Omfori island with my friend Laura,” said Sarah.

“That’s public knowledge, everyone and their mother knows that detail about the case.”

“Please, just here me out detective,” implored Sarah. “I came to the island, and I met Robert Castellano in a night club. We talked for a while and Robert invited me back to his villa where he drugged me.”

“You mean to tell me, you met Robert Castellano, an upstanding member of the community on this island and a benefactor of the Omfori police department in a night club and he took you back to his villa? I have had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Castellano on several occasions, and he is a quiet and reserved man, the last place I would expect to find him is at a night club,” chuckled Andino.

“Wait, there is more! After he drugged me, he had surgery performed on me that changed me into a mermaid!” said Sarah.

“Do you know how batshit insane these accusations sound to me,” said Andino irately.

“He turned me into a mermaid, and he kept me at his villa for the past nine-months where he has been training me as a sex slave.”

Andino sighed in exasperation.

“Right, we are done here.”

“Wait please, I can prove my story!” pleaded Sarah.

Andino sat back down in his chair.

“You mean that you can prove to me beyond any reasonable doubt that Robert Castellano, the billionaire turned you into a mermaid and kept you as a sex slave?” asked the detective incredulously.

“Yes, I can,” said Sarah.

She desperately tried to pull her skirt off and Andino laughed from across the table.

“Are you stripping right now?” asked Andino.

“Please just trust me,” said Sarah.

She pulled down the skirt exposing her blue mermaid’s tail for the detective to see. Sarah knew that this was her ace in the hole, there was no arguing with this evidence, surely the detective would have to believe her now.

“The tail is one of the better ones I’ve seen, where did you buy it? It looks custom made?” said the detective.

“Excuse me? How do you not believe me? Look at my tail!” Sarah said as she flopped her tailfin angrily against the floor.

“You do realise that mermaids are a celebrated part of the culture on this island, right? The sex workers dress up as mermaids and lounge around the beaches of the island during the summer hoping to get some action with the male tourists that frequent the area. I’ve busted nineteen prostitutes dressed up as mermaids alone in the past year – granted your costume is one of the best I’ve seen. My guess is you are a local sex worker who is trying to get rich off the back of a tragedy,” said the detective accusingly.

Sarah could not believe what was happening right now. She had planned for every eventuality for her escape, every factor, every permutation of events she had planned for in her head, but she had not for one second believed that the police would not believe her story. She thought that she would just stroll up to the station and be saved. Sarah had another idea.

“Please, just feel my tail. It will change your mind if you just touch it,” begged Sarah.

“You’re a sly one,” he said. “You want me to touch you so that you can sue me for sexual assault and get me fired. Sorry honey, not falling for it.”

Sarah desperately was thinking of anything she could to try and convince him.

“Robert also had my breasts augmented during the surgery, I was an A-cup before and now I am an O-cup, and I can prove it!” said Sarah as she quickly pulled her jumper off over her head. She then reached around and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor exposing her enormous breasts for the detective to see.

“Do these look natural to you,” screamed Sarah as she swayed her breasts from side to side letting them jiggle and bounce for the detective to see. Sarah was getting desperate now, this was her last hope to get convince the detective.

Andino raised his eyebrows and sat back into his chair and sipped on his coffee.

“Well, we’ve established that you certainly have a nice rack,” said the detective.

“You asshole!” screamed Sarah. “You were my only hope, how can you do this to me!”

“Alright, we’re done here,” said Andino as he stood up. “I’m putting an end to this. I’m charging you with indecent exposure and wasting police time,” he said as he forced Sarah against the table and cuffed her hands behind her back.

“And for the record, I think what you are doing is describable. Trying to profit off a tragedy. Let me tell you something, I investigated this case for the past nine-months, I scoured every inch of this island. I found nothing. I met with Sarah’s family and had to explain to them that we had no answers regarding their daughter’s disappearance. After researching this case for months, I came to the logical and fact-based conclusion that Sarah Savage died somewhere in the Aegean Sea,” he said furiously.

“Please,” cried Sarah through floods of tears, “I am her! I am Sarah Savage, she’s not dead – she is right in front of you right now!”

The detective wheeled the cuffed Sarah out of the interrogation room and down a narrow hallway towards the holding cells.

“I can see that you are a very ill woman, and for your sake I hope that you get the help you need,” said the detective as he draped her yellow jumper over her expansive chest.

Sarah had nothing left to lose, she kicked the detective with all her might straight into the balls. The detective immediately went down crying in pain. The jumper fell off Sarah’s heaving chest. She used her tailfin to hit the floor causing the wheelchair to move backwards. Luckily for Sarah the hallway was on a slant, and she picked up speed and began moving backwards rapidly. The wheelchair smashed against a wall with such force that it bent the wheels. Sarah was thrown from the chair landing flat on her face, her massive hooters taking the majority of the impact. Sarah desperately tried to move along the corridor like a worm. She was so close to the door, if she could just get out of the police station then perhaps someone would help her.

Sarah slowly but surely made her way along the corridor. She was so near the door. She was wheezing as she continued her push forward due to the impact of the wheelchair as it hit the wall. That didn’t matter to Sarah though, her freedom was at stake here. She was almost there.

“Ouch,” screamed Sarah as she felt a sharp pain radiating from her tailfin.

“You little bitch,” said Andino as he stood on her tail. He roughly picked her up in his arms and walked back towards the holding cells. He was too angry or stupid to notice how “real” her tail felt.

“Assault of a police officer,” said Andino angrily. “You won’t be leaving here anytime soon so get used to these cells,” he said as he opened one of the cells and threw her into it, Sarah landing flat on her back.

“Just great,” she thought. “Now I’m in jail.”

***

Sarah sat up on and desperately tried to remove her cuffs.

“Fuck,” she said exasperatedly.

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged,” said a woman sitting on a chair directly across from her. Sarah looked around and counted two women in the cell with her: one had short cropped black hair and the other was a ginger. Sarah did not like the way these women were looking at her.

“Help, please!” screamed Sarah.

“Oh honey, the police only watch these cells between nine o’clock and ten o’clock each day, something about the police being understaffed on the island, and oh look at that it just turned ten o’clock,” the woman said gesturing at the clock.

“The cells are monitored by CCTV, but we found out at they don’t work, so guess what!? Your pretty little ass belongs to us,” laughed the black-haired woman.

“Gag her,” said the black hair woman.

The ginger woman came up behind her with a piece of cloth and cleave gagged her and then spread her legs either side of Sarah and sat down, forcing Sarah to lean back into the ginger woman’s chest.

“Mmmmpppffff,” Sarah screamed into her gag. She desperately tried to get away from these two women.

The black-haired woman crouched down in front of Sarah.

“My name is Cindy, and the woman behind you is Alice,” said Cindy. “And we are going to get mighty comfortable with you. See, we overheard a conversation through our cell: you really managed to piss of the wrong people – your bail is set at fifty-thousand euros,” said Cindy as she whistled, “which means you will be staying in here with us for a while!”

Sarah tried to scream; she had no money! How was she supposed to pay a fifty-thousand-euro bail! She had escaped Robert’s prison only to end up in an actual prison; she had gone from the frying-pan into the fire.

“You understand English?” asked Cindy.

Sarah nodded her head.

“Good. We are Americans, both from the good old state of Texas, we got caught on drug smuggling charges, and unfortunately for you – we are raging lesbians!”

Cindy tilted her head and looked Sarah up and down as if she was examining a new toy. She wolf-whistled as she drank in every minute detail of Sarah’s body. She seemed almost transfixed by her. Alice was gently messaging and kissing Sarah’s shoulders.

“I have to ask this, because your tits are way out of proportion on your body, are they natural?”

Sarah could only nod her head to say that they were.

“Bullshit,” declared Cindy. Cindy then leaned in and groped Sarah’s tits. She kneaded them hard between her hands, pulling and tugging on her nipples as well.

“Well holy shit, there doesn’t seem to be any silicone or saline within a mile of those great big udders of yours! I’ve never seen boobies this big before in my life!” declared Cindy. “We are going to have some real fun with you.”

“What’s the situation with the mermaid’s tail,” asked Alice from behind.

“She’s probably just into some kinky shit, isn’t that right,” said Cindy as she started to lick Sarah’s breasts. Sarah leaned back and stared down at Cindy in disgust as she ran her tongue along Sarah’s right tit.

Cindy then began gently slapping Sarah’s tits. Sarah emitted a soft involuntary groan through her gag.

“You like that girl, don’t you,” asked Cindy.

Sarah shook her head to say no.

“Awh you’re adorable,” said Cindy as she pinched Sarah’s check.

Cindy then started to pull on Sarah’s nipples causing her to moan quite loudly.

“Holy shit, she is getting aroused so quickly,” laughed Alice.

Cindy continued to pull and tug and Sarah’s nipples causing her immense pleasure. Sarah could not help it; she was about to have an orgasm. A wave of pleasure shot threw her body and she started to thrash about uncontrollably.

“Holy shit, this woman is having an orgasm purely from nipple play,” laughed Cindy. “Let’s see how many we can give her,” said Cindy.

“Horny bitch,” laughed Alice as she started to grope her breasts while Cindy played with her nipples.

Sarah experienced another orgasm as the two women continued to pull at tug at her extra sensitive breasts. Sarah was screaming into her gag as wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure washed over. Eventually the continued orgasms were too much for Sarah and she passed out.

***

“Wake up, wake up,” said a man standing over her. Sarah sat up bolt upright and stared up at the man and saw that he was a police officer. Sarah looked nervously around to see where the other two women were. Cindy was laying back in a chair reading a lingerie magazine whilst Alice was doing push-ups in another corner. The gag had been removed from her mouth.

“Are you Katie Harrison,” asked the police officer trying to avert his gaze from the naked woman below him.

“No, my name is Sarah Savage,” said Sarah confused.

“Look, I heard about your crazy, whacky story from the other officers this morning. Please don’t make this harder than it is, someone has poste bail for a Katie Harrison. There are three women in this cell: Cindy, Alice and an unknown woman who refuses to tell us her real name. I’m not a genius but I can tell that your real name is Katie,” said the officer.

“Who posted my bail?” asked Sarah curiously. “I don’t know anyone here.”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” replied the officer as he placed her into a wheelchair and wheeled her out of the cell. Cindy blew Sarah as kiss as she left.

“Your benefactor requested to meet you alone in a private cell, whoever he is, he must have some serious sway with the commissioner,” said the officer.

He opened a door and wheeled Sarah into the cell in the wheelchair and closed the door and locked it. Your benefactor will be with you soon I am told.”

A few minutes later Sarah heard the door open, and someone walked in behind her.

“Hello little fish,” said the voice. Sarah immediately knew who it was, and all sense of fight left her. She was a defeated woman, or mermaid. She looked up at the ceiling and blew a stand of hair out of her eye.

“Robert,” Sarah said acknowledging his presence.

Robert walked in front of Sarah and sat on a nearby by bunk bed and leaned against the wall.

“You know I’m impressed,” said Robert chuckling. “Stealing my sleeping pills, a pill here and a pill there so I wouldn’t notice, that was genius. And then waiting till your birthday when you knew I would be more distracted was an ingenious tactic. Slipping it into my coffee, as I trusted you to make me breakfast was an inspired choice. In future, I am planning to hire a chief to cook for us, so you won’t get away with that one again. In fact, I’m going to crack down on your freedom so much you won’t be able to piss without my say so,” spat Robert.

“You don’t need to worry about me escaping ever again, I had my chance, and I blew it,” said Sarah sadly. She looked up at the ceiling holding back her tears. She knew this meant she was heading back to the compound. Robert seemed to be able to read her mind.

“Before I take you home, we need to fix something. The police commissioner is on my payroll, that is how I found out that you were here. He saw someone matching your description on the CCTV cameras in the foyer, purely by accident I might add. He has squashed all charged against you and deleted all footage of you ever being here. It was like you never even entered the building.”

Sarah grimaced and looked Robert in the eye.

“So, it was all for nothing,” said Sarah.

“I warned you about living two lives Sarah, I tried to tell you, but you didn’t listen to me. The only thing you achieved was getting Patrick fired from my employment. The only lose end to be tied up is detective Andino, I’m told you left quite the impression on him,” said Robert as he unlocked her handcuffs. Sarah rubbed her sore wrists.

“Put your clothes back on,” instructed Robert.

Sarah slipped back into her black skirt. She then put back on her pink bra and finally put back on her yellow, baggy jumper. It felt good to be clothed once more.

“Sarah, you let me do the talking and follow my lead. When the detective is here, pretend that you are my estranged daughter. If you don’t help me sell this then the detective will have to die. I will be forced to order a hit on him, do you understand,” asked Robert.

“I understand,” said Sarah meekly.

Robert placed his hands on her wheelchair and wheeled Sarah out of the cell and down the corridor where she had caused such a fracas earlier on in the day. Robert steered Sarah down another few corridors before reaching room with Andino’s name engraved on a brass plaque on the door. Sarah figured this must be the detective’s office. Robert knocked on the door.

“Come in,” said Andino.

Robert opened the door and wheeled Sarah inside the office. The detective raised his eyebrows at the sight of Robert Castellano and the crazy woman who he had interviewed earlier appearing in his office.

“And what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from the famous Mr. Castellano,” asked the detective.

“Well, I’m afraid it is a bit of a sensitive subject,” said Robert. “I believe you interviewed Katie earlier on today?”

“That is correct, yes,” said the detective. “She claimed that you had turned her into a mermaid and were keeping her captive,” laughed the detective dismissively.

“I am so sorry that happened, detective. You see Katie here is my daughter. I’m afraid that she was just lashing out and seeking attention. We had an argument recently over her …. Profession if you know what I am saying,” said Robert carefully.

“You are referring to her a sex-worker, correct,” asked the detective.

“Precisely. I told her of my disapproval of her activities, and she didn’t take my criticism very well. I fear as an act of retaliation she tried to incriminate me in the disappearance of that poor woman Sarah Savage,” said Robert.

The detective looked from Robert over to Sarah and raised his eyebrows.

“Is what your father said true, Katie?” questioned the detective.

“It is true, and I am deeply very sorry for wasting your time and assaulting you. I’m not sure what came over me, I guess I was just angry and bitter with my father,” lied Sarah.

“Well then, I consider the matter closed and not warranting any further investigation. But, if I ever catch you out on the beach dressed as a mermaid prostituting yourself in the future, I will charge you and next time you won’t be so lucky,” warned Andino.

“Understood detective, and I am very sorry again for any trouble I caused you today,” said Sarah.

Andino nodded his head showing that he was satisfied that the matter was closed.

“Mr. Castellano, one thing before you go. Will you be attending this year’s policeman’s charity ball? I’d love to catch up with you and discuss how we can better utilize your generous charitable donations to best help the citizens of the village,” asked the detective.

“Of course, I will be attending – I love helping my local community,” said Robert as he wheeled Sarah out of the office. Robert wheeled Sarah out of the police building and then threw her in the back of the waiting van and he got in the passenger seat and instructed his security guard to drive. Sarah was heading home.

 ***

Sarah felt the van come to a halt and she heard the passenger and driver doors open and close. Then the back doors of the van were opened, and Robert picked her up and carried her over to the security gate, entered the password and just like that Sarah was back in the compound. All her efforts were for nothing. Sarah was placed kneeling in front of the pool and Robert disappeared upstairs and returned with a jerry can of petrol.

“Take of your skirt,” instructed Robert.

Sarah slipped her tail out of the skirt and placed it in neat pile in front of her.

“Now the jumper,” said Robert.

Sarah pulled the jumper over her head and placed it on top of the skirt in front of her.

“And lastly the bra, but before you remove it know this – I promise you; you will never wear another bra for the rest of your entire life,” said Robert.

Tears began to well up in Sarah’s eyes; she had lost the right to even wear a bra forever. It was another small encroachment on the few remaining freedoms that she still had left that caused her such pain and sadness. Sarah slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall into the pile of clothes that had built up in front of her. Her colossal breasts were once again free for the world to enjoy, devoid of their brief support.

Robert knelt in front of her and looked her in the eyes.

“How could you betray my trust, after everything I’ve done for you!” said Robert. “I gave you food, water, protection – everything you could ever want, or need was provided for you and in return I just asked for you to submit to me and love me singularly and completely.”

“Please Robert, I promise I will never try and escape ever again!” pleased Sarah.

“I think you need to be thought a lesson, Sarah. You can’t drug me and expect that to go unpunished,” said Robert as he clicked his fingers and a security guard approached. “Grab her arms and restrain them behind her back,” ordered Robert. The security guard grabbed both of Sarah’s arms and roughly restricted her arms behind her.

“Get the fuck off of me, creep,” screamed Sarah. “You like attacking helpless women,” said Sarah to the security guard. Her hefty chest was thrust out as the man held her arms together. Robert produced a rucksack and began fishing through it.

“You remember Sergei, right Sarah?” asked Robert. Sarah’s blood ran cold. That was the man who owned the pony girls. “He gifted me some bondage gear in the event that you were ever uncooperative, and trying to escape definitely falls under that category,” said Robert laughing.

“Please master, I’ve learned my lesson – it won’t happen again, I swear I will never try and escape ever again! You can leave the security gate open, and I would never use,” pleased Sarah. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Robert took out an object from the bag. Sarah knew what it was immediately, she had seen the pony girl wearing it. It was a shiny, bright red, armbinder. Robert walked behind Sarah and began to place her arms into the armbinder.

“Please! Master please!” begged Sarah. Sarah knew that if she was placed in bondage gear then her chances of escaping became infinitesimally small. She desperately thrashed about trying to avoid the armbinder being placed onto her body. She could feel her arms being bound together and hear Robert strapping the armbinder shut.

Sarah brought the armbinder around her left side and stare at it. Both of her hands were stuck inside of it and it, rendering her hands completely useless.

“We’re still not done,” said Robert as he stood in front of Sarah. He knelt in front of Sarah produced nipple clamps with large bells attached to them. With the armbinder on there was nothing Sarah could do to defend herself.

“Please, no – ARRGGHHH!” screamed Sarah as Robert placed the nipple clamp on her left nipple. He then proceeded to attach the other nipple clamp to the right nipple clamp. Tears were rolling down Sarah’s checks, a mixture of pain and involuntary pleasure from the nipple stimulation. Sarah heard the ringing of the bells as she writhed in pain. Each movement caused the bells that were attached to her nipples to make a ringing sound.

Robert then produced a black penis gag from the bag and held it in front of Sarah so she could see it. The penis was huge, a thick black rubber cock attached to a strap that was designed to wrap around her head holding the gag in place.

“You are so going to regret crossing me in a minute,” Robert laughed manically.

“I’m sorry, please – “Sarah’s sentence was cut off as Robert stuffed the penis gag into her open mouth and then proceeded to secure the gag behind her head.

“MMMPPPPFFFH,” was all Sarah was able to say, a muffled scream as the rubber cock filled every inch of her mouth.

“This gag also contains food for you, and it will automatically dispense the food straight down you’re throat so you can wear the gag for extended periods of time without removing it,” said Robert nonchalantly. Sarah’s eyes widened at the dissemination of this information, how long was he planning to keep her like this?!

Then Robert produced a black rubber hood and proceeded to place it over Sarah’s face. After it was put on the only visible parts of her face were here blue eyes and her nose. Sarah’s long blonde hair was fed through a hole at the top of the hood, creating a single ponytail of hair that cascaded down her back.

“You did this to yourself,” said Robert. “I reckon a month like this will teach you a lesson,” said Robert. Sarah’s eyes widened at the suggestion. One whole month like this was a horrific thought, her nipples were in constant pain, and she was incredibly helpless in her bondage. Robert and the security guard left Sarah along beside the pool in her newfound bondage.

***

“Beep, beep, beep,” rang out Sarah’s alarm. Sarah sat up in bed and used her forehead to discontinue the alarm. She hadn’t been able to get much sleep last night as her arms were cramping in the armbinder and she had to sleep on her side. Sarah sat on the edge of her bed. She needed to pee badly, which was not ideal given her current predicament. Sarah rolled off the bed and onto the floor, she crawled like a worm along the floor and reached the toilet and pulled herself up and relieved herself.

After that Sarah crawled along the floor and out to the pavement outside the sun was beginning to rise. Sarah heard a whooshing noise, and her penis gag began to dispense food straight down into her throat nearly causing her to be sick. Suddenly she couldn’t catch her breath, she was having a fully fledged panic attack. Her nostrils flared furiously as she desperately tried to suck in as much air as was possible. She needed to Robert’s help. She began to sway her monumental tits causing the bells on her nipples to start ringing. At the same time, she began screaming into her gag.

“MMMMFFFPPPH,” she screamed as loud as she could. But it was no use, the gag gad silenced her. Sarah then crawled back into her room and decided she needed to call for help. She turned on her console using her nose and watched it boot up. She then used her nose to operate the joystick and open the clan chat, great she thought to herself they are all online. She needed to get help. She painstakingly typed a message into the group chat and was about so hit the send button when Robert appeared in her room. She looked up to explain herself to him. He bent down and read the message: “HELP ME, I’M IN DANGER.”

“You were trying to escape again,” said Robert sternly. Sarah desperately shook her head trying to deny his accusation. “You do realise that the AI filter would have stopped this message going through? It doesn’t matter, the intent was there, and you need to be punished.”

Robert looked thoughtfully at the console. Then he coughed to clear his throat.

“Computer, this is Robert Castellano, authorize me full access to this console.”

“Access granted,” said the AI.

“Computer, type the following message into the group chat, ‘fuck you nerds, you are a bunch of virgin creeps, stay away from me and do not contact me ever again,’” said Robert in an avuncular voice.

Sarah watched as the audio was processed into text and the words appeared on the screen. She looked up at Robert with pleading eyes, these were her only friends in the world, her only semblance of normality.

“Computer, send message and leave the chat and blacklist any new messages from the member of that chat,” said Robert.

A steady stream of tears cascaded down Sarah’s face as she cried. Of all the cruel punishments she had endured this was by far the most malicious one that Robert had inflicted upon her. Sarah watched as the group chat was deleted and her friends list deleted. Robert sat on the floor beside her and placed an arm over her shoulder.

“There, there, little fish. I know that must be hard on you, but you’ve let go of people before: your mother, your father, your sister, your boyfriend – heck this should be like second-nature to you by now,” joked Robert.

Sarah was defeated in every sense of the word. She looked down at her massive bosom and rested her chin on her chest dejectedly. She thought at least there was no further cruelty that Robert could inflict upon her, but she knew that wasn’t true. If there was one thing that she had learned, it was that men are capable of incalculable cruelty.

“I suggest,” said Robert, “that you forget these fanciful notions of escape. I’m smarter than you and have more resources than you. Trust me, your life will be much easier if you just accept that you are my slave and stop resisting.”

Sarah spent the rest of the day lying on the floor of her bedroom, just staring aimlessly at the ceiling as if there were answers to be found there. Sarah wondered about how the pony girls could spend years in bondage, she wondered if it would drive them mad. It was certainly driving Sarah mad, and she had only been bound for less than a full day. Sarah managed to fall asleep on the floor awakening that evening as the sun set. She could see some of the village houses from her position on the floor. If only detective Andino had believed her she could have been rescued and at home safe and sound by now she thought to herself. She ran through her escape scenario over and over in her head wishing she could have done things differently. Why hadn’t she gone straight to a public phone booth and rang her parents or friends and asked for help? Why hadn’t she just gone to the beach and have taken her chances in the open water of the Aegean Sea? These questions continued to haunt Sarah as she sat alone on the floor in her bondage. She found herself sucking on the penis gag out of pure anger as she replayed the events of yesterday. She couldn’t believe that things had went wrong so quickly, she had trusted authority and the establishment had betrayed her: the commissioner was in cahoots with Robert – she never stood a chance of escape, that was the most bitter pill to swallow. Sarah attempted to go back to sleep as she had nothing else to do. She couldn’t wait for this month to end so she could escape her bondage.

***

Act 5 – The mermaid

Three months later

Sarah was swimming lengths of the pool and staying in the water as the weather was particularly warm today. Sarah was also preoccupied with the significance of the day: it was her one-year anniversary since she was kidnapped and turned into a big-titted mermaid. She was swimming as fast as she could trying to distract herself from thinking about the importance of the day, and she was sure that Robert had concocted some new form of humiliation or punishment to inflict upon her.

Sarah had been on her best behaviour since she had served her month in bondage. She still thought of escaping and was always on the lookout for an opportunity should one present itself, but she was infinitely more cautious. She never wanted to be put back into bondage again. She remembered her arms kept seizing up for days after they were released from the armbinder, Sarah had had to swim lengths of the pool as a form of physical therapy. She was glad the nipple clamps and bells were gone as well; her nipples had healed perfectly in the intervening months. But most importantly she was glad to have that penis gag removed from her mouth so she could at least breath properly again.

Sarah swam over to the edge of the pool and stared out at the village. She still couldn’t believe that she had spent the last year as both a mermaid and sex slave stuck in this villa. Apart from her brief escape attempt she had spent three-hundred and sixty-five days stuck in the compound. Sarah found her mind starting to wander to thoughts about her family and friends. She wondered how her parents were coping with the loss of their daughter, how Rachel was dealing with the bereavement of a sister and how Hunter was coping with the death of a lover. She didn’t think that Hunter would ever be able to move on from Sarah which made her sad but also a tiny part of her was happy, at least someone would remember her.

Sarah tried to remember what it was like to have been a woman. She remembered being able to walk, something that seemed so incredibly alien to her now. She recalled that her breasts used to be small and pert, she didn’t even need to wear a bra back then. Now she should be always wearing a bra to give support to her vast chest as it bounced and jiggled on a daily basis, putting stress and strain on her back.

Sarah decided to go back swimming to try and alleviate the anxiousness that her wandering mind was causing her. She started to swim from one end of the pool to the other as quick as she possible could. Sarah was surprised with how comfortable and proficient she had gotten with her mermaid’s tail over the past year. She knew she would never accept her body, but she was struggling to remember her old body; each passing day brought further erosion of the muscle memory of her old body. She could no longer recall how the action of walking occurred or how someone would run, she could imagine it, but she was no longer able to explain it. Instead, she could explain to you how it feels to swim with her tail.

Sarah surfaced at the far end of the pool and stared at the security gate. It was hard to believe that a short combination of letters and some electro-magnetism was the only thing standing between her and freedom. That wasn’t strictly true though either she thought, there was a bevy of burly security personal who were constantly on patrol to make sure that Sarah never left the compound.  By all accounts, Robert had made an example out of Patrick for his failure, Sarah had heard differing accounts and rumours from the guards as they whispered amongst themselves. She hoped what she heard was not true and that Patrick was okay. Even though she understood that ultimately it was Robert’s fault for taking whatever punitive action he undertook against Patrick, she still felt that it was her fault. She had specifically targeted Patrick and used him in her escape attempt from the compound. She hated Robert even more for making her compromise her morals and become an accomplice to the lies and deceit that he fomented and spread.

Sarah ducked her head under the water and let herself sink to the bottom of the pool, her hair in a tangled mess around her as she sank. When she hit the bottom of the pool tried to relax. Recently she had started swimming under water and seeing how long she could hold her breath. She was trying to gradually increase her breath hold time each day just in case the opportunity arose that involved escape into the ocean. She scanned her underwater environment, the chlorine slightly stinging her eyes. She had to give Robert credit for how incredibly clean he managed to keep the pool. The water was crystal clear, and the water was always just the right temperature, never too hot and never too cold. The temperature of the water seemed to auto-adjust depending on the conditions of the Greek weather. If it was an especially warm day, the water would be cooled, and if it was a cold day the water was warmed to account for that variable. If only Robert had spent more time using his wealth and intelligence to help humanity instead of turning a woman into his own personal sex-toy just so he could get his rocks off, the world would be an infinitely better place. Sarah stayed at the bottom of the pool for a few minutes before deciding to resurface. She kicked her tail and with a few powerful strokes she broke the surface of the water and resurfaced. She wasn’t surprised to see Robert standing by the edge of the pool waiting for her.

“You’re getting better at holding your breath underwater, I knew you didn’t need gills,” joked Sarah.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I have a lot else to do but practice anyway,” replied Sarah somewhat sarcastically.

“Come over here,” instructed Robert.

Sarah swam over to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out of the water. Robert had a towel in his hand and gave it to her to dry herself off.

“You know what day today is,” asked Robert curiously.

“Today is the anniversary of my imprisonment,” replied Sarah. “Today was the day, one year ago, that I woke up to find I had huge, great big tits and a blue mermaid’s tail.”

“It sure is,” said Robert. “Today though is important for a different reason though too, it will all become clear to you. In the meantime, there is a woman here who I believe you have met, the very first night you spent as a mermaid.”

“There were a lot of men and women that night,” replied Sarah. “I should know as I either blew or fucked all of them,” she said somewhat bitterly.

“Anyway,” said Robert changing the subject as he picked her up in his arms and took her up the spiral staircase to the upper levels of the villa. There was a black, leather chair situated in the atrium surrounded by sinks, hairdryers etc. It looked like it was a makeshift salon. Robert placed Sarah in the chair, and she leaned back into it. She had to admit it was a comfortable chair. Sarah heard high heels striking marble as a woman approached them. The woman came around the chair and stood in front of Sarah. Sarah recognized her immediately, it was Rebecca Astor, the woman who had done her make-up the night of her first Slave Games.

“Well, hello darling,” said Rebecca excitedly.

Sarah didn’t acknowledge her greeting and instead look at Robert.

“The last time you brought her over to give me a make-over I ended up fucking half of the Forbes Top One-Hundred rich people’s list. What are you planning for me? I haven’t tried to escape since the last time, why am I being punished,” asked Sarah.

“This isn’t a punishment, Sarah, but it is necessary for what’s to come so just sit back and try to relax,” said Robert reassuringly.

Robert left the room and Rebecca started to comb Sarah’s hair with a brush.

“How have you been, I haven’t seen you in a year,” asked Rebecca.

“About as well as you would expect from a woman that was given an involuntary boob job and turned into a mermaid to be kept as an exotic pet can be,” said Sarah sarcastically. Rebecca laughed at her response, as she brushed her hair.

Rebecca started to section Sarah’s hair into four separate parts, down the middle, and then from ear to ear across the crown.

“I did try to escape during the year,” said Sarah. “If it wasn’t for a dumb-as-shit detective I would have been free and not sitting here in this chair.”

“That’s my girl,” said Rebecca. “Maybe I was wrong about what type of woman you are.”

Rebecca then started to dye Sarah’s hair from the roots. Sarah sat in the chair for ages, and she was so tired from her vigorous swimming she fell asleep in the chair. Sarah felt someone shaking her awake.

“Sarah, Sarah, wake-up, we are finished,” said Rebecca.

Robert was also standing next to her. He gulped as he stared at her.

“You look amazing,” he said as he handed Sarah a mirror.

Sarah looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise the person staring back at her. Her hair had been dyed a bright red colour, gone was her blonde hair.

“What the fuck,” said Sarah. “Why do I look like the little fucking mermaid,” she demanded.

“It will become clear soon,” said Robert. “You should also know that we used an experimental dye on your hair, the colour is permanent, it will be as if you were always a red head,” said Robert.

Sarah grimaced at another violation of her bodily autonomy. She didn’t even get to keep her blonde hair.

“Thank you for your services,” said Robert to Rebecca.

“My pleasure,” Rebecca replied to him.

“See you around fish,” said Rebecca to Sarah as she left, her heels making noise once again on the marble floor as she left the villa.

Robert walked into one of the spare rooms and came back with a bag of clothes and a wheelchair.

“Put these on,” said Robert.

“Where are we going,” asked Sarah.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Sarah slipped into the blue skirt that covered her tail, put on the black sports bra and then put on a baggy pink jumper. Robert lifted her into the wheelchair and wheeled her out of the house to the van.

“One more thing, you need to wear this for the time being so I can trust you,” said Robert as he produced a big, red ball gag.

Sarah rolled her eyes and spoke.

“It’s not like I ever have a choice,” she said as she opened her mouth and allow Robert to put the ball gag into her mouth. It was locked with a key at the back so she couldn’t remove it herself.

Once that was done Sarah and her wheelchair were loaded up into the back of the van. Sarah heard the engine start and felt the van begin to move. She could see through the tinted windows at the back of the van. They weren’t heading into town, that was for sure, they were taking more isolated back-country roads. Wherever they were heading, one thing was sure, Robert didn’t want any company. Sarah could feel the car start to bounce around as the car left the tarmacadam and travelled down a dirt road. Sarah tried to discern where they were heading but nothing looked familiar to her.

Robert stops the car; they appear to be parked up on a solitary beach. Robert climbs into the back of the car and unlocks Sarah’s gag taking it off her.

“Thank fuck,” said Sarah relieved to have the ball gag out of her mouth. “Why are we here at a beach? Are you expecting me to swim in the ocean, because if you are you realise the water is full of sharks, right?”

“That’s not what we are here for,” said Robert as he sat down opposite her in the back of the van. He briefly glanced at his watch. “We will be waiting a while, and it will be a long day, so I suggest you get some sleep,” said Robert.

Sarah decided to take him up on his advice. She lay sprawled out across the seat in the back of the van and tried to get comfortable. She felt herself drifting off into unconsciousness as she could hear the crashing of the waves just outside the van.

***

“Sarah, wake up,” said Robert as he gently shook her. Sarah sat up and yawned.

“How long was I out for?”

“About an hour,” replied Robert. “It’s time to go,” instructed Robert. He opened the back of the van and took Sarah in his arms and then closed the doors of the vans and started to walk along the beach. Sarah wasn’t prepared for what she saw next. There was a massive cruise ship docked on the horizon with the words “Ocean’s Hope” on the side of it. It was the cruise ship that Sarah had travelled around Greece. But why now? Why was it here? Sarah had scanned the horizon everyday for the past year and she had not seen the ship before.

“I don’t understand,” said Sarah. “Why is that cruise ship docked off the coast of Omfori island on the anniversary of my disappearance. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“The ship has returned to Omfori island as this was the last place you were seen alive. Your parents and family are on board, they have come here to commemorate you. It is also a regular commercial tourist crossing, the company that owns the cruise ship just scheduled them both together for publicity,” said Robert as he held Sarah in his arms.

“That still doesn’t explain why you have taken me here though?” asked Sarah.

“We are here because I have booked us a cabin on the ship, the same cabin that you stayed in one year ago today,” said Robert.

Sarah was even more confused, why was Robert taking her on a cruise with her friends and family, it still didn’t make sense to her.

“I want to make a deal with you, Sarah. I realise now that trying to break you was never going to work, you are too strong for that. The only way I will ever gain you submission is if you yourself decide to submit to me. And I realise now that not giving you a choice about whether you wanted to be a mermaid was wrong, I got swept up in the fantasy,” said Robert.

Sarah could not believe what she was hearing. The man who had destroyed her life was now offering her an apology, she didn’t know what to think other than this apology was a year to late.

“What’s the deal?” asked Sarah suspiciously.

“Here is the deal: I’ve booked us a cabin together on the ship. I am Shane Stephenson, and you are Katie Harrison. You are booked to perform on the ship in the mermaid bar and aquarium, where you will fit right in. My cover story is I am your manager. The mermaid bar is at the centre of the ship, do you recall?”

“I do,” replied Sarah. “I visited it once or twice on the cruise, what of it?”

“It will give you the perfect vantage point to see your family and no one will recognise you with your enlarged bosom, mermaid tail and your newly dyed red-hair. You will blend right in with the other performers. My proposal is this: you spend a few hours viewing your family and see if I am telling the truth, see if I am truly looking after them. Once you have had sufficient time to observe them, we will meet back in the cabin where you can make your choice.”

“What choice?” asked Sarah.

“You can choose to tell your parents at any time who you are and be free, and I will go to jail. In that case my support and money will stop flowing to them as my assets will be seized by the US government and I will be placed under investigation. The other option is you submit yourself to me, and we return home to the villa together and the resources continue to flow to your family.”

Sarah thought about his offer for a second.

“What’s to stop me from immediately calling for help as soon as we board the boat?”

“My security guards are also on the ship incognito. They have orders to immediately execute your family and friends and acquaintances if you void the terms of the deal,” he said. “I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

For the first time in a long time Sarah felt hopeful, maybe her ordeal was coming to an end. Maybe Robert did have a conscience buried underneath all the maliciousness.

“I guess I agree,” said Sarah.

“Excellent,” said Robert. “Let’s drive over to the boarding area, our boat leaves in half an hour.”

Robert placed Sarah in the front seat of the van and started the van. He drove the van back through the dirt road and eventually entered the main road and joined a lane of traffic. Sarah felt optimistic, she was going to see her family today. She didn’t really believe that Robert had been helping them, so she was never going to submit to him. She was going to tell her family that she was alive and then they would rescue her, and Robert would rot in prison for the rest of his life.

***

Robert parked the van in a nearby parking lot and lifted Sarah out of the car and into her wheelchair. He pushed her towards the harbour where the boarding station was. Sarah remembered disembarking here as a free woman full of life and adventure. Now she was returning as a changed woman, more cynical and jaded.

Robert pushed the wheelchair towards the reception desk where a kind looking woman was sitting.

“Tickets please,” said the woman. 

Robert produced the tickets for both of them and handed them to the woman. The woman examined their tickets for a moment and handed them back when she was satisfied they were genuine tickets.

“Welcome Shane and Katie, we hope you enjoy your stay on the Ocean’s Hope, the most exclusive cruise ship in the Aegean Sea,” the woman said as she directed them towards the boarding area with a warm smile. Sarah and Robert waited patiently for their designated boat to arrive to ferry them out to the cruise ship. Sarah was uneasy being surrounded by so many people.  She was used to spending her days alone swimming in a pool. The only person who she really talked to over the past few months was Robert. Sarah watched as their boat docked and they were ushered down the slipway towards the boat. They were lucky that their boat was wheelchair accessible as it had a ramp that allowed Robert to push the wheelchair onto the boat.

Once all the passengers were onboard the boat started to move away from the dock and out towards the open Greek sea. The water was a bit choppy, and Sarah was feeling slightly nauseous. The boat was lurching from side to side in the swell.

“Who ever heard of a seasick mermaid,” Sarah joked to herself darkly.

Thankfully the journey only took a few minutes to reach the cruise ship and the passengers were guided onboard the ship. Sarah remembered the fond memories she had of exploring the ship with Hunter, Laura, and her other friends. Those were good times, and if today went well she may be reunited with her friends and family after all.

An attendant showed Robert and Sarah to their cabin. It was number 7C, the same one that she had stayed in on her first voyage. Robert opened the door and wheeled Sarah inside. Sarah looked around the room and reminisced about the past. There was the single double bed where her and Hunter had cuddled up together and watched the churn of the sea through the floor to ceiling length windows. They had made plans about their future together and what they would so, Sarah had dreamed of having a couple of her own kids and a nice white picket fence house of her own, nothing fancy, just something she could call her own. Her circumstances had changed since then of course, now she was battling just to get her freedom back.

Robert took Sarah out of the wheelchair and placed her on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her.

“You have another half to get ready for your shift at the bar,” said Robert. “They will be expecting you soon as the ship is about to leave port and head out into the open ocean. You will need to strip and wear this,” said Robert as he produced a seashell bikini.

“No way am I wearing that, I don’t want my parents to see me scantily clad,” protested Sarah.

“This is the official uniform for the mermaids, you don’t have a choice. And your parents won’t recognize you, they will have no clue who you are so don’t worry about your modesty.”

Sarah started to strip, she removed her skirt firstly, followed by her jumper and finally her sports bra. Sarah put on the seashell bra and found that the seashells barely covered her nipples. Sarah huffed indignantly.

“Couldn’t you have found a pair of seashells that were a bit bigger,” asked Sarah. “These barely cover my nips.”

“Those were the biggest bikinis that they had, sorry,” said Robert.

“No, you’re not,” said Sarah. She knew that he enjoyed her humiliation.

Sarah looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her bikini to ensure that her nipples were covered as best that they could be. Then she combed her hair with her hands trying to make herself look as presentable as possible for when she met her family. She really wasn’t a fan of her new hair colour, somehow it made her look even more seductive and made her look more like a whore than she did before. Robert helped put Sarah into her wheelchair and strapped her in. Before they left, he stopped in his tracks.

“Sarah, I just want you to know whatever decision you make, I will accept it. You have my word, I will not overrule your choice,” said Robert as he stood over her.

“Why should I trust you?” said Sarah.

“I’ve always been truthful with you; you’ve known me for the past year of your life. In the space of all that time, how many times have I lied to you?”

Sarah furrowed her brow. He had tricked, tortured, abused her – but he had never lied.

“I suppose you never lied to me,” said Sarah carefully. She didn’t want to get into an argument with Robert when she was so close to freedom.

“I just want you to know that this is your choice, Sarah. But you should know that if you do choose to stay with me, I expect total and complete obedience and submission from you, nothing less,” said Robert.

Sarah nodded her head in understanding. “As if I would choose to stay with him, he really is a mad man. Does he think I have Stockholm syndrome or something?” she thought to herself.

Robert gently patted her on the head and pushed her chair forward and opened the door, it was time to see her family and friends.

***

The bar where Sarah was scheduled to work was called the “Mermaid’s Cove,” an ironic title given Sarah’s personal circumstances. Sarah blended right in with the other mermaids, they assumed she was wearing a costume same as them. Her large breasts drew some curious glances, but all the women here were dressed up as scantily clad mermaids so none of them were in a position to judge Sarah.

The bar consisted of two levels, the lower level contained a restaurant and the upper level contained a bar. The lower level consisted of a floor to ceiling aquarium where the mermaids would swim for the guests. The mermaids would then surface and pull themselves out of the aquarium to serve the guests at the bar.

Sarah was currently sitting on a stool working the bar while the other two mermaids on duty where swimming to entertain the guests in the restaurant below. She was serving drinks to customers when suddenly she saw a face that she recognized, it was Laura! Laura pulled up a stool and sat opposite Sarah.

“Get me a glass of your best wine,” said Laura.

Sarah flicked a piece of her long red hair out of her face and retrieved a bottle of red wine from underneath the bar. Sarah opened the bottle with a loud pop and poured it into a wine glass for Laura and slid it across the table to her.

“Say, do I know you,” asked Laura. “You look sort of familiar to me.”

“Oh, I get that a lot,” laughed Sarah avoiding eye contact. Sarah couldn’t let Laura know who she was as per the terms and conditions of her arrangement with Robert. “It’s probably the red hair, people think I look like the little mermaid.”

“Well,” said Laura sipping on her drink, “there is nothing little about you,” she said gesturing to the size of her breasts. “Are those real?”

“They are,” said Sarah looking down at them. “One-hundred percent produce of the state of Arizona.”

“Oh, are you from Arizona too?” enquired Laura.

“Sure am, sister,” said Sarah avoiding eye contact with her.

“How did you end up working here? You are a long way from Arizona,” asked Laura.

“That is a long and extremely complicated story,” said Sarah. “I could ask you the same thing, how did you end up here on this cruise?”

Laura took a long swig of her drink and stared at the table.

“I had this friend. Sarah was her name,” began Laura. “She and I were on this cruise ship together and we … we lost her.”

Sarah leaned in closer across the table.

“Are you talking about Sarah Savage, I heard about her on the TV. She was all over the news,” said Sarah.

“She was my best friend,” said Laura with a pained expression on her face. “But I also lived in her shadow my whole life, whether it was academics, sports, boys – whatever it was she was better at it. I secretly resented her, and when she went missing, I felt so guilty for a long time.”

Sarah wanted to reach out and comfort her, tell her that everything was going to be alright. Laura suddenly looked up from the table.

“But you know what? Her disappearance is the best thing that ever happened to me. I fell in love with her boyfriend Hunter, and we are engaged,” she said holding up a large diamond ring on her index finger. “Does that make me a bad person I wonder? Not sure why I am telling all of this to random stranger I just met at a bar.”

Sarah was devasted, her ears were ringing, and her heart was racing – she felt like was going to be sick. She never thought that Hunter would marry her best friend! Laura hadn’t even been gone a full year before they decided to hook up. Sarah’s thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Hunter.

Hunter pulled up a chair and sat beside Laura and kissed her passionately.

“How are you my lovely wife,” asked Hunter.

“I’m just chatting with this mermaid here,” laughed Laura.

Hunter looked up and noticed that Sarah’s eyes were watery. Sarah wiped them with her hands.

“Excuse me miss but are you alright?” asked Hunter.

“I’m fine,” said Sarah, “it’s just allergies, must be something on the ship,” said Sarah coughing to clear her throat.

“You look familiar to me,” said Hunter, “have we met?”

“I thought the same thing,” said Laura as they both studied the mermaid bartender in front of them.

“I just have one of those faces,” said Sarah. “My name is Katie Harrison.”

Sarah reached across the table and shook Hunter’s hand. A flood of memories came rushing back as their hands touched. Sarah was desperately trying not to cry.

“We were just talking about Sarah,” said Laura.

“A real tragedy,” said Hunter. “She was just a fantastic human being, a truly great woman and an amazing friend.”

“Did you love her?” asked Sarah with a shaky voice.

“I guess I did at one stage, but the last few months of our relationship I didn’t feel any passion. I was in love with someone else,” said Hunter as he kissed Laura on the lips.

“We better go,” said Laura. “We promised we would meet up with some other friends of Sarah’s and hold a vigil on the deck of the ship. They think she fell overboard somewhere in these waters, so sad,” said Laura as she stood up and paid for her drink. “Here’s little tip for entertaining me while I waited for Hunter,” Laura said as she tucked a twenty euro note into Sarah’s seashell bikini.

Hunter and Laura both stood up and left the bar, Hunter gave her one last curious glance as he exited the room.

Sarah felt herself start to sob uncontrollably. She crawled over to the aquarium and threw herself into the water. Her tears mixed with chlorine and water. Sarah screamed expelling all the air from her lungs. How could Hunter have cheated on her with her best friend? Sarah and Hunter were in love! How could they do this to her!?

Sarah resurfaced and gulped down some air and tried to steady her breathing. “Fuck Hunter and Laura,” muttered Sarah as treaded water. She would deal with them once she escaped from Robert Castellano, the man who had taken everything from her. Sarah knew that Robert was not providing for her family, he was a self-interested shit that cared only for himself. Sarah needed to find her parents and escape. She was about to pool herself out of the pool when a man in a business suit stood over her.

“Sweetheart, we need you to swim down to the bottom of the aquarium. Suzy our other resident mermaid has caught a cold and can’t show up tonight, so I need you to fill in for her,” said the man.

“But I was only supposed to be working the bar,” complained Sarah.

“I’m sorry darling, but we need you down there pronto.”

“You know, I’m getting really pissed off by men telling me what to,” said Sarah.

“Well then I guess you should have gone to university and got a good job instead of swimming around a pool with your tits out, you fucking degenerate. Now get down there before I dock your pay and call security and have you escorted out of here.”

Sarah took a deep breath and dunked her head under the water. She swam to the bottom of the tank so that the guests could see her, her long flowing red hair floating weightlessly in the water. She figured with her red hair and giant barely covered tits; the guests were in for quite the show tonight.

Sarah swam around the tank as gracefully as she could doing tricks for the guests. She could see the guests through the glass of the aquarium and the water was crystal clear, there was only slight distortion due to the process of refraction. Sarah resurfaced for some air and dive back down to the bottom of the pool, she was generating quite the attention in the restaurant. She guessed she was most likely the most realistic mermaid they had ever seen, she found it funny that none of them knew she was the real deal, the definitive article, a real mermaid.

Sarah was blowing kisses to the guests when she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. It was Rachel, Sarah knew it. Rachel was walking back to her table and so Sarah swam along beside Rachel without her noticing. Rachel sat down at a table with three other people. Sarah recognized her mother and father immediately but there was a young, handsome man that was sitting at the table next to Rachel as well. Sarah watched as he gently kissed Rachel on the lips. Sarah figured that that must be Rachel’s boyfriend. Sarah saw that Rachel had put on some weight; her stomach was bulging outwards. Sarah then looked at her parents. Her father was looking extremely healthy, his grey hair was combed, and his beard was trimmed. Her mother was looking radiant, she looked like she had gotten younger since Sarah had last seen her.

Sarah just floated there for the longest of time just staring at her family. She wasn’t even concerned with breathing anymore; she was just ecstatic to see her family. Eventually Rachel noticed the mermaid that was just floating there staring at them like a demented little mermaid. Rachel gingerly waved at her, and Sarah waved back and smiled at her. The rest of her family then noticed her and took out their phones to take pictures. They didn’t recognise her Sarah realised dismayed. She just needed to get their attention, but they were all standing up to leave.

“No! Come back,” Sarah tried to scream but all that happened was a jet of bubbles were released from her mouth moving rapidly to the surface. Sarah swam over to the glass and started to bang against it, but it didn’t make a sound loud enough to be heard over the din of the busy restaurant. Sarah watched as her parents and sister left the restaurant through the exit door. Sarah was running low on oxygen and was forced to resurface.

“Fuck,” Sarah muttered as she resurfaced. “Now what do I do? I need to find them and let them know I am alive.”

Sarah heard the bell indicating that her shift was over. She pulled herself out of the pool and crawled over to her wheelchair and pulled herself into it. Sarah then decided to search the ship for them. She spent the next hour searching corridors, pools, cinemas, the upper deck, anywhere she thought they may be.

Unfortunately, for Sarah her efforts were wasted as she could not find her family. She realised that she was wheeling around aimlessly. She found an empty pool room and wheeled up to the edge of the pool and leaned back into her wheelchair, flopping her tail in an act of frustration. Sarah tried to wrack her head as to where they could be, but she realised that the ship was just too large for one person to check every nook and cranny of it. Sarah felt exhausted, if she didn’t find her family before they disembarked the ship then she could lose the only opportunity to escape that she would ever have. Sarah began to cry as she realised that she blew another opportunity to escape. Between trying to find her family and the revelation that Hunter and Laura were engaged it had been a hell of an evening for her. Sarah dried her eyes and cupped her face in her hands, just mentally exhausted from the events of the day.

“Mind if I sit next to you,” said a voice behind her. Sarah looked up and recognized the man that was with Rachel earlier. He pulled up a seat and sat next to her.

“I don’t mean to intrude but I just heard you crying as I was passing through the hallway outside,” said the man.

“I’m fine, honestly. But those people you were having lunch with, where are they now?” asked Sarah.

“Not sure myself, last I saw them they were at the other end of the ship. I just wandered off as I had to take a work call. I’m sure I’ll find them soon enough, why do you want to know?”

“I … I …. My name is Katie,” she said reaching out to shake hands with him. She couldn’t tell him who she was on account of him not being her biological family and the deal she had made with Robert earlier on during the day. “I know the Savages from years ago, I was a close friend of Sarah Savage.”

“Ah Sarah Savage never had the pleasure of meeting her, but the way Rachel talks about her it seemed like she was a deity,” said the man. “My name is Richard by the way,” said the man as he shook her hand.

“How are Sarah’s parents? Are they still grieving?” asked Sarah.

“They have their good days and bad days as is to be expected,” said Richard. “But they were lucky that after the tragedy, GenCorp reached out to them.”

GenCorp was Robert Castellano’s biotechnology company.

“What did they want?” asked Sarah.

“They didn’t want anything. They were so saddened by Sarah’s disappearance, and the fact that she a biochemistry student, they decided that they wanted to take care of the Savage family. They give them a huge monthly stipend; it is enough that the Savages were able to buy a new house and give up their jobs.”

Sarah couldn’t believe that Robert was taking care of them.

“Mrs. Savage went back to university and is studying anthropology and is really enjoying it. Mr. Savage started his own foundation to raise awareness about safety on the open seas and it is thriving, he’s even been invited to give a speech at his old alma mater next month.”

“I’m glad to hear that they are being taken care of, I was worried for them,” Sarah said. “I saw Rachel when I was in the tank, has she put on a lot of weight?”

Sarah was worried for Rachel due to her genetic condition, an increase in weight may mean that some of her hormones were out of whack which could cause her serious health issues. Richard left out a loud laugh.

“Don’t go telling her she is fat; she is very sensitive about her weight. I keep telling her that putting on weight is natural and part of the process when you are pregnant.”

Sarah felt her heart flutter.

“She’s pregnant?” asked Sarah.

“She sure is,” said Richard.

“And you are the father?” asked Sarah.

“I am indeed the father; I am also her husband.”

Sarah suddenly felt very dizzy and nauseous. She was happy for Rachel it’s just that this was a lot of information for her to take in all at once. Then a horrible thought struck her.

“Oh my God, what about her genetic condition!” said Sarah. “Is she still being treated for that, the last I heard she couldn’t afford to purchase the medication.”

“GenCorp have taken care of that too! Each month they pay the complete costs of the drug, from the upfront cost to the cost of administration. They really are a fantastic company.”

Sarah slumped back into her chair. Robert had done it; he had saved Rachel’s life. The doctors had predicted that Rachel would have died within a year without the use of the prohibitively expensive medicine that was required to treat the disease. Sarah felt herself begin to tear up and wiped away her tears. If she were to chose freedom, it would mean that Rachel would inevitably die. Sarah realised there was only one option that she could take, she would have to forfeit her life to save Rachel’s. Sarah was struggling internally with the impossible decision that she would now be forced to make.

“Well, it was nice speaking to you Richard. I hope you and Rachel have a long and happy life together,” said Sarah as she turned her wheelchair away from Richard. “Tell Rachel that she meant the world to Sarah and that she would do anything to protect her.”

“I can pass on the message, but I’m sure we will see you around either on the ship or back home in Arizona,” said Richard.

“No, I don’t think you will,” Sarah said cryptically.

“Regardless, it was a pleasure talking with you Katie, I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip.”

“Likewise, Richard, and look after Rachel please,” said Sarah as she exited the pool room. She began to wheel her chair up the corridors that led back to her cabin. Thoughts were churning around in her head like the unsettled ocean that surrounded the ship. Sarah was full of dread and trepidation as she approached their cabin. She was about to make a decision that would shape not just the rest of her life, but the life of her sister.

Sarah grimaced as she wheeled her chair through the doorway and into the room beyond, where she knew that Robert was sure to be waiting for her. The task was more arduous than it should have been, making her think at first that the muscles in her arms were not as strong as she recalled then having been before her transformation. But then she also wondered if there were not some kind of drain being placed on her strength by the challenge that was now before her, holding her back from realising her true potential. It was true that the whole ordeal had drained Sarah, both mentally and physically, leaving her feeling like a shadow of her former self, and she worried that her mind was also being affected too, that she was slowly succumbing in the same way that a person was ground down by constant and unrelenting torture.

   “Well, hello there,” Robert’s voice chimed up as soon as she was through the door, “I trust that you’ve had the time you need to come to a decision?”

   It was all that Sarah could do to make herself look up and gaze into the face of the man responsible for all of her suffering and the changes that had been wrought upon her body. As much as she had tried to become used to the sight of his smug expressions and superior smirking face, the reality was that it would take far longer for her to become as numbed to his presence as she would have liked. No matter how she fought to keep herself from showing it, there was still a part of her that wanted nothing more than to slap the man as hard as she possibly could.

   “Like you’ve ever given me a choice,” Sarah spat the words, “you’re playing everyone and you’re doing it all the time. I’m just a plaything to you, Robert, and so are my family by extension. All that you want is to be in control, of everything around you. But apart from that, you’re just an empty shell.”

   “I think that’s more than a little harsh,” Robert chuckled and shook his head, “but then I suppose that your interpretation of events was always going to be coloured by the position that you’ve ended up in, my dear! And no matter what you say or think, you do have a genuine choice to make right now.” Robert stepped to one side and motioned towards a door which had previously been hidden behind his back and thanks to the fact that Sarah was viewing the room from a sitting position in her wheelchair. “That door leads to freedom, Sarah. No tricks or traps, just plain, good old-fashioned freedom. If you choose to open it and walk,” Robert paused to chuckle at his choice of words, “sorry, I mean wheel through it, then you’re free to go back to the life that you used to know. You get to see your family again, never set eyes on me for the rest of your life and maybe even find some way to get back your legs. Hell, I’ll even throw in the chance to turn me over to the authorities as well, no protest and no attempt to have the charges thrown out by my expensive team of lawyers either.”

   Robert paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in.

   “But,” his tone changed as he went on, becoming more serious, “the one caveat to that choice is your sister losing access to the medication that we both know she so desperately needs. The medication that she can’t hope to live without for – what was it, a year? Six months? Less?”

   Sarah felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she listened to the offer that Robert was making and came to understand that there would never be a simple choice placed before her while ever she was in his power, never a moment when he would not use his control to make her aware of the fact that he was manipulating every aspect of her existence. She knew now that she was his puppet, being made to dance to the tune that he dictated in the hope of amusing his strange and jaded sensibilities.

   Something flared inside of her in that moment, a last spark of rebellion that had somehow endured all of the suffering that Sarah had already been subjected to. She acted more out of instinct than any genuine desire to push herself towards the door and the fleeting offer of freedom that it represented. Even as she was wheeling her chair forwards, Sarah could not quite believe that she was doing so, as if her body were acting before her mind had been able to make a coherent decision.

   For his part, Robert remained true to his word, making no effort to stand in the mermaid’s way as she crossed the short distance from one side of the room to the other. And likewise he refrained from speaking as she did so, the expression on his face remaining as close to neutral as it was possible for a man of his ilk to manage. But Sarah was sure that she could see the delight that was blazing in his eyes as he watched in silence, enjoying the chance to watch as his human plaything tried to deal with the conundrum which he had created specially to torment her. Aware of how she was giving the man what he wanted by holding his eye, Sarah forced herself to look away and towards the door instead, telling herself that the more she fell into the role he cast her in the more her gained the upper hand in the current situation.

    Sarah’s hand reached out for the doorhandle, the tips of her fingers brushing the metal. But as she did so, she swore that there was the barest hint of a sound from Robert behind her. Not so much a word in the strictest sense, more a sound that was the anticipation of one, the anticipation of his reaction to her choosing between the options that he had given her.

   Why did the man seem to be exulting in the possibility of her choosing to go through the door and return to her former life? Surely that was the last thing that Robert would want to happen, as it would mean the loss of his latest acquisitions and perhaps even the end of his life as he knew it. So why would he be teetering on the brink of celebrating such a complete and devastating loss?

   It was then that the revelation struck Sarah, the realisation that turned the whole dynamic of the situation on its head and made her mind race for a solution. Of course, if she chose to escape Robert’s clutches, then it was not he who would be the one losing, but Sarah herself. Returning to her former life would mean freedom for her, but it would instantly damn her sister to a painful death, one that she would have to bear witness to, knowing full well that it was something she could have prevented. Worse still, every member of her family, every person that she knew, would also have that knowledge, as she was sure Robert would see to that. If Sarah chose to return to her former life, then it would be poisoned for as long as it lasted, and she would live out her days knowing that she had put the price of her own freedom above that of her own sister’s existence.

   She knew now that Robert did not truly care about the wealth and power that he possessed, that he merely saw it as an end to indulge himself and prove his beliefs about the basest elements of human nature. Even if he was arrested and spent the rest of his years in jail, the man would do so knowing that he had been able to manipulate her into doing exactly what he wanted, into proving that she was no better than he was – a basically selfish and self-centred wretch. If that came to pass, then there would be no way that Sarah could ever hope to redress the balance or win back her sense of dignity and worth. Robert would have won, and in doing so put the game beyond anyone’s ability to demand a second round or rematch.

   Sarah sighed deeply, knowing that there was only one thing she could do.

   Her fingers curled into the palm of her hand, and she pulled back her arm.

   Robert kept quiet as Sarah turned her wheelchair to face him, which meant that she could not tell if her supposition had been correct. It seemed that he was a good enough actor to keep whatever he was truly feeling buried beneath the calm and impassive expression on his face. Even when she looked up and met his eyes, it was impossible for her to tell if the small nod that he gave her was one of victory or mere acceptance.

   “It seems that you’ve made a choice,” Robert stated baldly.

   “I have,” Sarah nodded, “I’ll stay here and remain your mermaid.”

   “Very well,” Robert nodded in turn, “you know what you have to do next.”

   Sarah cast her eyes downwards to the huge breasts that now dominated her chest and felt so hard to support out of the water. Aside from the tail that had replaced her legs, these were the things that most vividly represented the way in which she had been changed, the way that her body had been transformed to conform with Robert’s desires. Until now she had always chosen to wear the seashell bra onboard the boat, the only form of clothing that had been provided to her, because scanty as it was, they represented the last vestige of her shrunken dignity and a choice to cover up even a small part of her exploited form.

   Without saying a word, Sarah reached her hands behind her back and deftly unhooked the clasps that held the bra in place. The moment this was done, there was no need for her to shoulder out of it or otherwise remove the bra from her chest. Instead the sheer volume and weight of her breasts ensured that they succumbed to the effects of gravity in an instant and impressive fashion, bouncing free and swaying as they settled upon her chest. They did not sag or droop as natural breasts of their size might have done, but stood erect and proud, as if announcing themselves to the world, thanks to the fact that they were the product of surgery, rather than nature.

   The bra clattered as it fell into Sarah’s lap, almost smothered by her breasts until she plucked it from atop her scales and held it up to Robert, like an offering that was supposed to seal her submission to him. When he took the bra from her hands, there was no sense of roughness in his manner, which almost made the moment worse than it would have been if he had made some outward show of physical domination. And that was precisely because it showed that he did not need to assert himself in that manner, not when Sarah had come to him silently and without protest.

   Robert lifted the mermaid’s chin with one finger of his hand so that her neck was bared to him, and with the other he produced a leather collar of exquisite workmanship and quality. Sarah still offered no resistance as he slipped it around her neck and tightened the collar, securing it in place so that she was able to breath without issue, but any attempt to pull away would soon change that situation. To this he attached a matching lead, wrapping the end around his hand in the same manner one might when preparing to exercise a dog.

   All it took was a short, sharp tug for Sarah to get the message.

   She inched herself out of the wheelchair and onto the floor, feeling the cold surface as it touched her scales and the fins at the end of her tail. Robert gave a second tug, and the mermaid obligingly turned over so that she was laid upon her belly, huge breasts swaying as she moved like a grounded seal. A third tug saw Sarah following in his wake as he made his way across the room towards the door that would lead back to the inner parts of the cabin.

   Sarah struggled to keep up, the ground rubbing against her sensitive nipples and making her gasp at the sensation this caused to spread through her. She was sure that Robert must have known how her transformation had left her unable to feel such things without becoming aroused to an insane degree, and so he must have been forcing this upon her for the sake of humiliating his new pet, reminding her of her station below him. Every foot that the mermaid covered, her body ached from the feelings, making her gasp in desperation as there was no release, only an ever-increasing level of need.

   By the time Robert finally stopped, Sarah was literally panting in desperation, crying out to be given release by any means possible. And when their eyes met, she could see that he was smiling down at her, more than aware of what this was doing to his pet.

   Robert began to unzip his flies, and Sarah felt her heart beating faster in her chest.

   “Good girl,” he said in a patronising tone, “you deserve a reward!”