Little Girl Land: Chapter 9
The ebb and flow of the water gently moved his body back and forth, like an infant in a cradle. And for all Chase knew, he was once again a child in his mother's womb. He could feel himself floating effortlessly among the warm stability of the tide; suspended underneath without an urge to breath. It was though he had always been there, in that moment, and nothing seemed to be so wrong. This existence meant peace for him; comfort like none other he'd ever experienced. The methodical movement of the water around him was like a comforting stroke of the cheek from someone he loved. Someone that he'd always loved and needed to be with, forever. Never had he felt so welcomed and wanted. Never had he felt so protected and secure. He knew with every fiber of his being that this was where he was meant to be. And this is where he'd always be.
A voice echoed through the water on a ripple that he felt more than heard. A welcoming voice that only deepened the sense of belonging he felt in this place.
Chase. Open your eyes for me.
Who was he to disobey someone that brought him so much contentment and warmth? He opened his eyes with a bit of effort, expecting them to sting in the water, but was surprised that they did not. The world around him was dark, the only bit of light being that of what must have been the moon breaking through the surface. A surface that was much further above him that he had thought. How had he gotten so deep into this? It did not matter now, if it ever truly mattered at all, he was glad he was here. The water was soothing and warm. He noticed bubbles slowly making their way around him and the light of the moon flickered and wavered through the currents. Nothing would ever be more peaceful than this; it was everything he had ever hoped for.
I'm so glad you like it here, Chase. You can stay forever, if you'd like.
The words cascaded over him completely and brought to him a sense of completion that had always escaped him. He wanted this almost as bad as he wanted her. That is when he noticed that he wasn't alone in this deep, dark place. Swimming both above and below him were the shapes of what appeared to be mermaids. They were as pale as the light and seemed to almost be translucent in the shadows. These must have been what were speaking to him through the waves. He turned his head to look above, and could make out more detail on the feminine creatures than on those below him. They had dark hair that moved through the water as if they were being gently blown by a soft breeze. Their bodies, which were completely bare of clothing and ending in a fish-like tail, were smooth and moved as though they were part of the water themselves. Nothing had ever been as alluring and fascinating as they way they danced about, he was drawn to their form and could not look away. But it was in that thought, that moment, that he began to remember. And he realized that he was cold.
This time the word wasn't spoken to him through the water, but rather it came from someplace inside his own mind. It wasn't the voice of some mysterious, exotic siren speaking to him from the depths of the ocean, but someone he knew. Someone he had only just met but would now be forever a part of. The memories began to flood back into his mind. And as they did, the water around him began to sway and swirl; his body too moved in this way. The sense of safety and warmth were quickly dissipating and the veracity of which the nude forms of the creatures rushing about above and below him were causing him to become more and more uneasy. Nothing he could do seemed to help him calm himself down now, it was all too much. He just had to try not to panic and breath, he thought to himself. But after all this time, it's only just now that he realized he couldn't breath. And how could he? He was underwater and he wasn't like the beings around him. He didn't belong here, but it was too late now.
But this is what you wanted. This is what you crave.
The terror began to sat in as he thrashed about in the now turbulent waters, trying to find his way to the surface to get a gasp of precious air into his lungs. The pressure was building not only in his chest, but his head as well. He felt as though he was going to pass out and failed to notice that no matter which direction he swam, he was only getting further away from the light of the shallow. Every bit of him ached with immense pain from the chilling water and lack of oxygen. Somewhere among the panic was the thought that he was going to die.
We would never let you die, Chase. You're a part of us now. Our dearest pet.
Voices no longer just rippled through the water, they crashed through him like a tidal wave. The water was moving so violently and he was trying so hard to reach the surface, that it felt as though parts of his skin and flesh were being ripped from his body. He did not notice that one of the creatures had swam near him until it was nearly on top of him. From a distance, they were a majestic and sensual looking thing. But up close, the true horror of their appearance were almost more horrible than drowning. The being looked much more like a fish than what Chase had noticed before, with an elongated face and jet black rounded eyes. It's skin was scaly and harsh looking in the faint light and when it rubbed against his naked body, it ripped small wounds in his flesh. It's hands and fingers were long and bony with sharp looking talons making a point at the ends; the sharpness of which only rivaled by that of it's fangs. It was a abomination like no other he could have imagined in that moment.
“W..w...” he tried to speak, or possibly think, but the pressure surged deeper from within his chest with every attempt. Attempted words became harsh, shrill screams muffled by the water.
Accept your fate, Chase. This is what you are now. Allow them to save you.
Thoughts echoed in his brain like thunderous beacons across the haze caused by the pressure of nearly drowning. He failed to notice that more of the fiendish aquatic specters had gathered near him, encircling his thrashing body as he did what he could to try and reach the surface. His body and his mind were just near moments away from completely shutting down on him due to lack of oxygen. The fate of the moment, that he would die here, was not something that he was willing to accept. There was nothing in this place that made any kind of reasonable sense to him and yet he wasn't about to let this be the end. Though he could not see much through the disturbed waves around him and the cloudiness of his vision from his air deprived brain, he did what he could to ascertain his surroundings once more. He knew this was his last chance to escape before he passed out and sank completely to the bottom.
You have to know that there is only one thing you can do to free yourself from the pressure of the deep. Let them help you; let them inside of you. From their bodies will your own be born and so true will their own.
Something about those words finally helped him to understand his purpose here; his purpose in life. And that may have frightened him more than anything else ever had. He knew exactly what he had to do; or rather what he had to let happen. As he relaxed his body and ceased writhing about in the furious manner to which he had been, the beings around him seemed to move in less erratic ways and with more purpose. They were encircling him in all different directions, become something of a blur to his already depleted vision. But one of them remained floating directly in front of him, it's dark hair wafting gentle about the awful visage of sharp teeth and blackened eyes. This one seemed different than the others, perhaps maybe even familiar. It reached out with it's long, attenuated hands and gripped onto his shoulders tightly. Had his body not already been covered in cuts and gashes, the piercings claws digging into his body may have hurt worse than they did in that moment.
You don't have to be cold anymore, Chase. Just open your mouth and I'll help you breathe again.
He could tell that the voice was coming from the ocean nymph in front of him this time and not somewhere from above like the one before it. His lungs were on fire, pressure was threatening to burst through his chest from the inside out, and his mind was slipping away. Any promise of help would have been taken. And so he opened his mouth.
No, no, no. You've got to open it wider than that, silly boy!
That was the voice from above once again, sounding much more excited and eager than it had before. With eyes clenched shut, he strained to open his mouth further than it had been. As he did, he could feel the water surge into his throat and choke him. Whatever ever was going to happen had to happen soon or else he just knew that he'd finally drown. For all Chase knew, however, that might have been the better choice.
Yes, that's perfect! Now you're ready to take it in!
Before he could comprehend what those words meant, he felt something rigid yet soft enter his wide open mouth. It was large enough to fill up his entire cavity and his own teeth pressed against it as it slowly slid deeper into his throat. Alarm and dread were his first reactions to what was happening, but the further in the object went in, the clearer his mind became and the pressure left his chest. Though he was even more confused and scared than before, he managed to ignore the pain in his jaw and open his eyes. The sight before him was more disturbing than he wanted imagined it might be. The mermaid creature had positioned itself so that it's face was no longer lined up with Chase's own, instead floating just above him. Protruding from it's lower fish-tailed section was a long, twisted, thick phallus. And at it's other end was Chase's own mouth and throat. He tried to pull away, disgusted at what was happened, but it was already too late. And it was the only thing relieving the pain of no air in his lungs.
Isn't this magnificent, Chase? Getting face fucked in the water...in the bath? This is what you wanted, wasn't it? You wanted to experience what it's like to violate someone under water? How is it, Chase? Is it everything you hoped it to be?
Whatever fight he had in him, whatever struggle he may have tried to put on, was all gone now. He knew that this was what was going to happen either way. He accepted it and took more and more of the creature's giant cock deeper into his throat until it felt as though it was reaching his stomach. Each and every aggressive thrust seemed to ignite more hysteria in the other beings around him. And the voice from above continued to cackle in a maniacal and horrible, yet somehow intimate way. She, whoever it was, was enjoying what was happening to him. And he, too, began to enjoy it.
“You're right, this is what I am now.” he heard himself say, though how he was unsure of. He was still taking feet worth of the creature in his mouth. “I became this for you, my Queen.”
With those words, the monster filled Chase's stomach up with it's rancid ejaculate to the point in which is seeped out the edges of his mouth and floated into the water around him. It pulled out and slithered away, before being replaced with another of it's kind from the swirl around him. Things went on like this for what must have been hours and he took each every one of their loads inside of himself.
This isn't the end. But rather, a new beginning. The joining.
Chase Northcraft would soon be no more. Instead, something else entirely would be born from within his former body. A body that was sinking ever more slowly to the dark, lonely depths of the ocean beneath it. He could see clearly now, but could barely think, as he descended down. But as we went, he could see a face above the surface, somehow in spite of the distance. It was pale, with sunken eyes and dark hair. She wore what looked to be a tiara made of black metal flowers. It was familiar and yet it was something much more sinister than he had known before. She was smiling. He both loved and feared her to his very inner self. She was his wretched queen. And then the water took all of him.
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