scaled and glistening in the sun, drawing my eyes along the length to where a black lobed tail fin beat, once, twice, against the damp rock.
There was a sudden sound. A high-pitched drone, not unlike the sound of bagpipes being prepared, and then the singing started. My gaze was drawn to her mouth-the perfect red lips opened fully into a gape, a long tongue flopping around in the cavern as the noise grew and grew, becoming louder, then louder still. I tried to cover my ears with my hands but my arms were heavy and refused to rise from my side. The great tail thrashed and the creature moved closer. Straining, fighting, I pushed myself to my feet, only for them to slide away from me on the slippery rock. I fell, hard, my head slamming into the rock, knocking me into unconsciousness.
I woke to the feeling of water on my legs and a wet mouth over my own. My clothing seemed to have gone, and I was being stroked into erection by a clammy hand.
I tried to fight, to throw the wet body off, but she was heavy, her weight pinning me down in the surf. There was something erotic about the feel of the body on top of me, the hot heavy breasts pushed against my chest. From deep in her throat there was a low bass drone, a drone that vibrated through the length of her body and brought a sleepy dullness to my arms as the fight went out of me.
As her stroking became more insistent I forgot about fighting and returned the kiss, sliding my tongue between her lips where it was nibbled by very tiny teeth. Her veil of black hair fell in a great sheet across her face, letting through only hints and sparkles of the bright sun beyond.
I was rapidly reaching climax. She moved her mouth down across my torso; her hot tongue flicking at my nipples as it passed on its way to my groin. As I came she bit down, causing me to spurt into her mouth as she drew blood, bringing pain with pleasure.
I blacked out.
* * *
He stopped abruptly. His eyes stared into the far distance...then he shook his head, like a dog shedding water, and smiled at me.
"Pretty crazy so far?" he said, and I had to agree.
"But that's all I remember, and exactly as I remember it."
He bummed another cigarette...at least he had something in common with his mother. He smoked greedily for a while before continuing.
* * *
The next thing I remember is waking up in a strange bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering where the biggest pain was coming from. I pushed myself out of bed, and screamed. My lower torso, from nipples to thighs, was a mass of bandages, soaked red and getting wetter by the second. I believe I must have fainted, for when I next looked up Irene was standing over me, dabbing at my head with a cold compress.
"Lie still John. You're with family. We'll look after you."
I tried to formulate questions, but my head felt light and empty, and I couldn't concentrate on anything more than her face.
"Family?" I managed to croak.
She nodded.
"Welcome to the Mason family home," she said. "You're in the upstairs guest room in the Auld Kelpie in Portree. No doubt your mother has told you about the place?"
I shook my head. I was incapable of much else.
"Don't worry," she said, and mopped my brow again. "There's plenty of time for you to catch up."
And that was it for what seemed like months. I was as weak as a baby, unable to get out of bed. Irene bathed me and cleaned me, as embarrassing as that was. And I got slowly better.
Eventually the bandages came off, and I saw what had been done...I damned near lost my manhood altogether, and I still don't know how I avoided bleeding to death. But the day eventually came when I was well enough to get out of bed.
Irene held my arm as she led me down from my sick flat, and into the bar below. And that's where I met the Mason brothers...my cousins, my rescuers...my captors.
* * *
He stopped and stared into the distance. The seal incident apart it seemed obvious to me that he'd been kidnapped, tortured and drugged...and that might
There was a sudden sound. A high-pitched drone, not unlike the sound of bagpipes being prepared, and then the singing started. My gaze was drawn to her mouth-the perfect red lips opened fully into a gape, a long tongue flopping around in the cavern as the noise grew and grew, becoming louder, then louder still. I tried to cover my ears with my hands but my arms were heavy and refused to rise from my side. The great tail thrashed and the creature moved closer. Straining, fighting, I pushed myself to my feet, only for them to slide away from me on the slippery rock. I fell, hard, my head slamming into the rock, knocking me into unconsciousness.
I woke to the feeling of water on my legs and a wet mouth over my own. My clothing seemed to have gone, and I was being stroked into erection by a clammy hand.
I tried to fight, to throw the wet body off, but she was heavy, her weight pinning me down in the surf. There was something erotic about the feel of the body on top of me, the hot heavy breasts pushed against my chest. From deep in her throat there was a low bass drone, a drone that vibrated through the length of her body and brought a sleepy dullness to my arms as the fight went out of me.
As her stroking became more insistent I forgot about fighting and returned the kiss, sliding my tongue between her lips where it was nibbled by very tiny teeth. Her veil of black hair fell in a great sheet across her face, letting through only hints and sparkles of the bright sun beyond.
I was rapidly reaching climax. She moved her mouth down across my torso; her hot tongue flicking at my nipples as it passed on its way to my groin. As I came she bit down, causing me to spurt into her mouth as she drew blood, bringing pain with pleasure.
I blacked out.
* * *
He stopped abruptly. His eyes stared into the far distance...then he shook his head, like a dog shedding water, and smiled at me.
"Pretty crazy so far?" he said, and I had to agree.
"But that's all I remember, and exactly as I remember it."
He bummed another cigarette...at least he had something in common with his mother. He smoked greedily for a while before continuing.
* * *
The next thing I remember is waking up in a strange bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering where the biggest pain was coming from. I pushed myself out of bed, and screamed. My lower torso, from nipples to thighs, was a mass of bandages, soaked red and getting wetter by the second. I believe I must have fainted, for when I next looked up Irene was standing over me, dabbing at my head with a cold compress.
"Lie still John. You're with family. We'll look after you."
I tried to formulate questions, but my head felt light and empty, and I couldn't concentrate on anything more than her face.
"Family?" I managed to croak.
She nodded.
"Welcome to the Mason family home," she said. "You're in the upstairs guest room in the Auld Kelpie in Portree. No doubt your mother has told you about the place?"
I shook my head. I was incapable of much else.
"Don't worry," she said, and mopped my brow again. "There's plenty of time for you to catch up."
And that was it for what seemed like months. I was as weak as a baby, unable to get out of bed. Irene bathed me and cleaned me, as embarrassing as that was. And I got slowly better.
Eventually the bandages came off, and I saw what had been done...I damned near lost my manhood altogether, and I still don't know how I avoided bleeding to death. But the day eventually came when I was well enough to get out of bed.
Irene held my arm as she led me down from my sick flat, and into the bar below. And that's where I met the Mason brothers...my cousins, my rescuers...my captors.
* * *
He stopped and stared into the distance. The seal incident apart it seemed obvious to me that he'd been kidnapped, tortured and drugged...and that might
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