Poor Unfortunate Soul Part II (Patreon)

Vanessa could no longer recite how long it had been since her imprisonment under King Triton’s rule. Had it been days? Perhaps weeks… the days and nights blurred as well as the ocean's currents, stretching beyond the horizon in ever-changing colours. What was worse was the constant state of torment he kept her in.

Having her as his new pet, Triton decided to have the traitorous mermaid decorated as such. 

Vanessa had been taken to a lavish coral room with giant clam mirrors, shiny bottles of lotion and shell-shaped salon chairs where multiple mer-maids had kept her still as they untied and re-bound her arms, stronger and tighter with gold so fine it moved like hair and so was coiled into tethers of rope to ensure she could never be snapped or cut free, they decided a box tie suited her best no matter how painful the adjustment had been to get used to.

Then, they added strings of pearls to her waist and tail; after all, a royal pet must look the part beside her King. 

Finally, they brought forward a beautiful set of pearls. For a moment, Vanessa found herself truly admitting them before noticing the sharp needle beside them. She suddenly felt her nipples being massaged and pulled, “nnm! Snnmp!!”, she thrashed in her chair against the multiple hands holding her down, but there was no use. Her nipples were swiftly pierced. “Hmmmph!” 

“Silence, traitor.” One of the mermaids sneered with disgust. “You’re lucky that is all the pain you shall endure for the day.”

Another wiped away a stray tear, “Poor Princess Ariel, she was so sweet… so precious… taken so soon…” She burst into tears.

“There, there,” another comforted.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. It was one thing to be made a prisoner, but to be made a prisoner to such imbeciles was an entirely new experience. If only they removed this stupid locket, she could tell them where their precious princess was and be free of such madness. Not only that, but she still needed that Trident if she were to ever get her beautiful form back. How she missed those tentacles. Once she was free, she’d like to wrap Triton up and see how he liked to be someone's pet for once.

The pearls were clicked onto her nipples; she squealed, feeling them bulge, unable to soften into safety.

“I think she’s ready.”

A mermaid lifted Vanessa's chin to inspect, “She’ll do, I suppose.”

Vanessa glared at her. 

Together, the mermaids dragged the prisoner as they swam to the grand throne room, ready to present her to their King.

When Vanessa was presented before King Triton, she remained as defiant as ever in her gaze, no matter how much he intended to humiliate her, and he, upon his throne, was adamantly silent for a moment as he gazed over her voluptuous and ravishing body. The decorations he had requested suited her.

“Your majesty,” one of the mer-maids subtly urged for his answer.

“Yes?” He remembered.

“Are you pleased with the prisoner, your majesty?”

“Ah, yes.” He beckoned with his finger, and she was forced forward to face him. 

Vanessa was reminded of how giant he was in comparison to her new small vessel; he was a titan, and so when her face was level with his, she felt a slight fear she could not deny. 

He stroked his beard as he inspected his design. “You’re missing something…” From his side, perfectly prepared for her situation, he brought a chain collar and snapped it around her neck. It was tight. When she gulped, she felt the cold metal push against her throat. Attached to it was a heavy metal chain, so heavy in fact that if he were to release it, she knew she would follow it down and sink to the bottom of the throne room even without a ball attached.

She growled at him, so he brought her closer, swishing her body and tail forward in the current. She pulled her face away from his. “I think it’s time I take my new pet for a morning swim around the kingdom…”

“Hmmnp?!”

It had been a constant, but futile fight as far as Vanessa could struggle. Each time she drifted or pulled from King Triton's side, he yanked her chain, pulling her closer. Mermen and women had stopped to bow for their King, paying the traitorous mermaid no mind, despite her muffled shouts and struggles. They hated her greatly and so they praised their king for such mercy as to keep her owned and in good health despite such ungrateful behaviour.

It was, however, just as they swam beyond the kingdom's grounds, amongst the corals and large beautiful stones, where the sounds of the distant waves above rolled overhead and light reached in cascades and ripples over their skin, when King Triton grew impatient at yet another tug from Vanessa.

He pulled her around, infront of him and tugged hard. She grunted under the force, sneering at the King who held her chain.

“That is enough.” He warned.

“Fmhk ynm!”

“All this, and yet you still find enough fight to defy me? You are a strange one; never have I known such insolence.” He looked over her face, despite it being covered with anger, he could not deny the young mermaid's beauty. “Then again… I have never known such a face to escape me before. Surely, if you ever were one of my subjects, I’d have remembered you. Perhaps you were once a friend of my daughters. Is that how you managed to get so close to her? By tricking her into opening her arms? And all, for what? Jealousy? A voice? 

“NM! Ymn gom mt amm wmmng!”

He narrowed his eyes. “It’s funny, I’m almost tempted to hear what it is you are so desperate to share, but I won’t hear serpents fall from the lips of my lost daughter, nor will I allow you the privilege of using your prize. Her last words to me were of malice and heartbreak; I will not allow them now to be lies.”

“LMN MN GM, YMN SNMPHD FMNL!” 

As Vanessa pulled at her restraints, already exhausted from fighting all morning and afternoon, her breasts swayed, pushing together as the water wrapped around them. She was then horrified as, on impulse, she accidentally pressed herself and them into Triton's large, muscular chest. She looked up into his eyes, her cheeks flushing red as she noticed he, too, had become slightly stunned. When she tried to pull away, he brought her back towards him, then raised his hand and began to knead one of her freshly pierced nipples. 

She moaned, sensitive and ashamed, trying to pull away. His arm wrapped around her waist and arms, keeping her against him, as she swished her tail, his entwined around it, lowering them closer to the sea bed behind the rocks and completely out of sight. She muffled in refusal as she realised they were far from the kingdom, on the outskirts where no merfolk swam, hidden behind mounds of coral and stone.

Triton sat upon the sand, leaning against one of the stones. He brought Vanessa down on top of him to lie on her front, her breasts squished against his chest as they bulged under her chin. 

She hated how easy it was to be manhandled in the water; he could spin her and move her any way he liked.

“I suppose with that pretty gag of yours you’d find it hard to deny me, wouldn’t you?” He continued to knead her nipples, admiring the new pearls clamped upon them. 

“Mnnn….”

He raised her in the water, then brought her down on his lap, so wide that it could have fit two more of her. His hand then slipped between her pussy lips. 

She squirmed.

“Then again, why would you? Is it not an honour to satisfy one's King?” The rim of his tail unsheathed as it had begun to bulge; his giant cock slipped from over its edge, hardening beside her hip. She stared at it, wide-eyed, terrified by its size. Its body was against her scales, warm and eager. “It’s been so long…” he muttered, moving a finger inside her; it curled as his thumb rubbed against her clit.

“Mhhgnnnn….”

 He added another finger.

“Nmmm…” she knew she could not allow herself to become wet, for there was no mistaking what he had planned for her, but despite her unwillingness to contribute to such torment, Vanessa eventually forced herself to thrust upon them, desperate for touch as she had remained on edge by mere bubbles and currents, though they were thick with force, she was beginning to realise a mermaid's tale was far more sensitive than her previous tentacles, and so she could not deny her need to reach orgasm any longer.

“That’s it,” he praised, “you know what to do, don’t you?” his hand stroked her hair. 

Under the ocean, in the warmth of the sun's rays, upon the great King's lap with his fingers deep inside of her, Vanessa was slowly beginning to feel at peace, almost as though the benefits of being looked after as one's pet, forgetting the nasty deals of worry and decision making, were rubbing off on her in more ways than one, they were beginning to be distant memories in the haze of edging and orgasms...

No! She shook her head, suddenly altered, no, she cannot give in, she cannot allow herself to remain like this, she had to remember, she was not Vanessa, she was Ursula! The most powerful sea witch in all the ocean!

Triton gently removed his fingers; she gasped, unbelieving it was already time as he took her by the hips and raised her, hovering her pussy over his hard cock.

“Hmmg! NMM!!”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” He chuckled, a slight smile on his face, “I can tell just by fingering you… Maybe I can make this just as fun for you as it’s going to be for me, after all, your first time is an important one…” He admired her struggles; they made her breasts bounce and her squirms more adorable. He leaned his face closer to her tits, parted his lips and began to suck on them.

“GHMN?!” Bubbles escaped her lips as she gasped, feeling his tongue roll over her sore flesh and teeth slightly tug at her swollen nipples. 

Her tail swayed, her head shaking for him to stop, but he noted her cuteness and laughed with little sympathy. “I definitely would have remembered you… Well, that no longer matters, does it? You’re mine now, and I can promise you will remember this…” He began to lower her down, and she screamed, choking on her own panic. 

His large tip pushed against her small pussy's lips, spreading them open just as he found her hole. At first, he could tell how tight she was. He would be sure in future that he would be the only one to enjoy such a privilege… He began to enter her.

“MMMNNHH!! H-GH! MNNNH!” Vanessa could no longer fight; she had reached a point where it would be easier to accept rather than struggle, not that she had any choice… she must accept, inch by inch by inch by inch.

Triton stopped when she finally reached halfway. 

She breathed heavily; if not for the surrounding water, she would break out in sweat.

“You’re doing very well.” he stroked her cheek, and surprisingly, she leaned into his touch, whimpering for comfort.

“There, there, you’re almost ready.” He lowered her more, raising her slightly to adjust. She moaned, and he pushed her down again.

In huffs and moans, Vanessa finally reached the base of his cock. He kept her seated upon it for a few moments, coldly smiling like any owner would when seeing such a pretty pet keep their cock warm. He felt her insides pulse around him; she was still so tight.

Vanessa wished for it to be over, she prayed he would just fuck her now and get it over with so this monster within her could leave, but as she sat upon his lap, facing towards him, she was forced to endure as he once again handled her bound breasts, flicked and squeezed her nipples, and even played with her hair as he twirled it around his finger, watching the water craft waves from its length.

“HMMNY UMP!” She demanded, then noticed the mischievous shine in his eye.

“Hurry up? You want me to fuck you?”

She blushed; he knew she didn’t want that, but if he were to do it, it was better to be done with. 

His hand cupped her chin.

“Why don’t you ask me?”

She growled.

“Come on…be a good pet and ask me to fuck you.”

“Fmmk mn….”

“Good, now say please…”

She turned her face away from his.

“Very well…”  he raised her halfway from his cock, only to push her back down again. She moaned deeply, but that was all.

“HMMNGH!” she cried as he returned to playing with her hair. She tried to thrust herself on him, but it was no use; she could not do it without him, not yet. She needed to adjust, she needed a rhythm, she needed him to help her… she needed her owner…

King Triton twirled her hair around his finger again–

“Pwnmsm…”

His eyes glanced. “What was that?”

Vanessa blushed, her eyes refusing to meet his. “Pwnmsm…”

The corner of his lip turned. “Aren’t you sweet when you want to be? Very well, as you wish…” he slowly began to thrust inside her; immediately, the relief was intoxicating as her insides began to drench with pleasure.

Vanessa continued to huff as did Triton; together, they became a quiet ocean breeze, lapping within one another's ecstasy. 

Soon, Triton no longer needed to control her hips and guide her down; she moved upon him at her own pace, how she pleased, eager to feel the intense orgasm she had felt when first captured. 

Her chain rattled beside her as it slid from Triton's chest. She felt the insane weight of it and was almost pulled from him, but he caught it, as he caught her and allowed her to continue her pace.

“I’ve got you,” he reassured. “Now, try and speed up…”

She did, feeling the workout in her stomach as she pumped up and down, desperate to please him–her– she meant her, her, come on Vaness- ah! She scolded herself, reminding herself once again that she was Ursula, not Vanessa; she was Vanessa–no!

“What is it, pet?” Triton moved the swaying hair from her face as she bounced, “You’re doing perfectly, but don’t stop now or I’ll have to punish you, okay?”

She nodded and kept going. With each thrust, she felt her pussy widen, her lips stretch around him, and the point so deep within her it would tingle each time his tip grazed it, her eyes were beginning to roll back, so to help, or torment, Triton began to once again rub her clit.

“Mnnn….mnnnn…hmmmm…”

“See what happens when you behave?”

“Mmhmm…”

She was getting closer and closer, but so was he, Triton began to grunt, feeling himself reflectively grab her hips and thrust inside her, harder and faster, she squealed at first, having been thrown of pace and feel his sudden titan-like strength build upon her, it was a virtue he had placed her on top for she feared if she were to ever find herself beneath him, he would simply crush her.

“Almost…” he gasped. 

Vanessa begged through her gag for him not to stop; she could feel her orgasm circling her insides, moving back and forth. He just had to hit it at the right time, the right moment, with the right force. 

"God, you're gorgeous."

Thrust.

"And you're all mine..."

Thrust.

"No one will ever come to save you, will they?"

Thrust.

"Not from me, not from my kingdom..."

Thrust.

"I'll be the only one to be inside you."

Thrust

"Because you're all mine..."

Thrust.

Suddenly, Triton growled, shooting his load deep inside of her as he came. She felt its warmth fill her as he took one last giant thrust, so deep within her, she could only believe he had reached her womb.

He sighed once he had finished, his grip still on her hips, his throbbing cock remaining deep inside her.

Vanessa tried to keep thrusting, for she was still so close.

“Are you not finished?” He suddenly chuckled darkly. 

She frowned at him, confused, and tried again, but this time he kept her still.

“Hmph?”

“I think you’ve had enough for one day.”

“HMPPN?! NMMH PWEMNS!”

Triton made sure she was still sunk upon him and filled with his cum when he wrapped her chain in his hand and lowered himself down against the corals. Taking his other hand, he placed it around the back of her head, bringing her to lie down on his chest, still nestled deep inside her. She moaned and squirmed, but she could not move or thrust. 

Her pussy pulsed on him, desperate for release. If he would not allow her orgasm, then at least could he not allow her to rest?

“You’ll make a lovely cock sleeve whilst I rest,” he chuckled. “Maybe when I wake up, I’ll take you for another ride… now, be quiet and don’t struggle too much or I’ll find something to put in that other hole of yours…”