Posted by Puffy on January 16, 2009 at 02:34:34:
Synopsis: Another Canniland story. The four friends go mermaid fishing. They catch two, bind, descale, gut and cook one and save one for later. All consensual. Some asphyxiation. Some corking.
Mer Fishing
By Puffy
“It’s so muggy,” complained Alicia.
“Then take your clothes off,” said Boxer. “Enjoy the breeze.”
“But then I’ll get sunburned,” she pouted. “I don’t tan well.”
“Come up here with me,” said Dani, who was already nude. “There’s shade and breeze.”
“Alright.” Alicia climbed the ladder, set up a deck chair next to Dani and tossed her clothes aside. “That’s a big umbrella,” she said.
“I think it’s a fixture,” said Dani.
“Nah,” said Matt. “I’ve been fishing with girls before, so I put that up yesterday.”
“Are they always this whiny?” asked Boxer.
“They love to show off their bodies,” replied Matt. “And they need a shady spot to do it.”
Alicia settled into enjoying herself. Despite her complaining, she was excited about the trip – imagine, catching real live mermaids! She licked her lips wondering how they would taste. Like fish? Or like humans? Maybe half of them tasted like fish and the other half like human? Or maybe they were a weird mixture of the two flavours. Or just something completely different and unique. She had a weird inkling that they would taste like snake, but that was just ridiculous. There was no reason why –
Her thoughts were interrupted by a bright flash and the whir of a bulb recharging. Before her eyes could recover, there was another flash and the sound of a shutter clicking.
“Boxer? Is that you?” she demanded.
“This is going straight on the Internet.”
“No! Don’t.”
“But you look so good! Here, turn around, let me get one of your arse.” He rolled her over on the deck chair. “Can you part your legs a little for the audience? Fine, it doesn’t matter.” Click! Whir.
“Get some shots of Dani too!” shouted Matt from below. “I have to set the bait.”
“Will do.” Boxer turned his attention away from Alicia. She could hear him enthusiastically snapping shots of Matt’s girlfriend. Silly goose, she thought. Why use flash on such a bright day? She knew he was joking about posting them up on the Internet, but started wondering if she would mind if he did.
Matt’s yacht was quite a beast. It looked average on the outside, but Alicia had been surprised at just how much space there was on the inside. “It’s not so much that it’s spacious,” Matt had explained, “but that we use the room well.”
They’d spent the morning preparing bait. “Mers love to eat fish as much as we love to eat meat,” said Matt. “And just like how we might prefer to eat certain cuts or animals, they prefer certain types of fish. They don’t mind if it’s no longer alive, but of course it needs to be fresh and not hard as ice, so we need to thaw these out a bit.”
Alicia had never seen a real mermaid before. She had seen videos and lifelike models in museums, and had learned about them in school. They were genetically engineered chimeras of humans, dolphins and fish – “So they’re more mammal than fish,” her science teacher had said – where the dolphins only came into the picture when they breathed, and no specific variety of fish was used, but instead a large genetic variation was introduced. So it was very possible that one mermaid might have characteristics of a shark and another might be like tuna – or any combination in between. Sort of like humans with their skin, hair and eye colours.
As a child, Alicia had been fascinated with this and dreamt about how they must have had all sorts of different undersea countries where mers made their own laws, which they had to follow depending on where they were swimming. She had always wanted to see one in the flesh, but children weren’t allowed to go on mer-sighting trips because, well, mers didn’t wear clothes. Even human adults had a thing against being nude around children. It all seemed very silly to Alicia, since mermaids were displayed in full nudity at the local museum, and in Canniland children were quite accustomed to the body parts that made up their meals, which included those the adults were shy about.
“It’s a throwback to the old days,” Boxer had said. “The days before there was any urgency in having to deal with population pressures on resources. The days when people still used telephones with wires, and long before reincarnology.”
Most mers were female. The undersea world adopted a similar system to Canniland – many females were created for every male, based on the principle of reincarnology that stated that females reincarnated within their own species while males cycled onto a different species after death. This also meant that, like in Canniland, it was illegal to harm male mers. “Harm, of course,” said Matt, “having a very strict definition since all cannibalism must be consensual anyway but it’s illegal to eat males.”
They were also as intelligent as humans – the two societies intermingled, although it was primarily humans who preyed on the mers. After all, they couldn’t build fires underwater. To make things easier, mers were genetically designed to prefer mer meat over human meat and to have a higher tolerance for pain. They would need it, thought Alicia, if they were going to eat each other in salt water! She winced whenever she tried to imagine being a mer feeding herself to her friends. Salt water and cuts. Ouch!
“So, explain to me,” said Alicia, “if mermaids are as intelligent as we are, and the law of consent applies to them too, why are we using bait?”
“Why, it’s all part of the fun!” exclaimed Matt. “Everybody gets a kick out of the game.”
“We can’t trick a mermaid: she can only be caught if she wants us to eat her,” said Boxer. “So we must seduce her.”
“And we do that by giving them food to eat?” enquired Dani, her long blonde hair sweeping the deck as she turned her head to speak.
“No,” said Matt. “That’s just being polite. Since they’ll be feeding us, we should feed them too, right?”
“It shows them we are interested,” said Boxer, “when we hang the bait out.”
“Right,” said Matt. “And if they take food from us, they should at least surface for a chat.”
“And that’s when we seduce them?” asked Alicia.
“Right.”
“Strict code of conduct,” added Boxer.
Alicia drifted back into her reverie but it was broken when Boxer, now naked himself and without the burden of a camera, straddled her butt cheeks.
“What were you thinking about, babe?” he asked while massaging her shoulders.
Alicia bent her neck back with closed eyes and let out a low moan as waves spread out under her skin from where Boxer’s fingers contacted her bones. Relaxing her head once again, she responded in earnest, “Being a porn star.”
“So you really want me to post these photos up?”
“I won’t be a very long-lived porn star if you keep your promise.” His promise was to eat her before she turned thirty.
“If we don’t catch anything today, I might even eat you tonight. Then you’ll be a posthumous porn star.”
She shuddered as the waves spread up her spine. “Don’t tease me like that.”
“Why do you think I’m joking?”
“You don’t want to eat me yet. You still want to put it off as long as possible.”
“Get up.” Boxer helped her up. “Now stand here,” he positioned her next to the giant umbrella. “Close your eyes.”
Alicia shut her eyes tightly and tried to listen for hints of what he was about to do. Her skin was now sensitised, and it seemed like she could feel every individual hair on her body as the wind brushed them. She could hear Boxer circle around her, and sniffed as the salty air tickled her nose. Boxer was behind her, his hands on her hips, pulling her back against the pole, his hands following the curves up her body, along her pelvic bone, inwards along her midriff, expanding at her ribcage, up until he reached her arm pits. She raised her hands above her to allow him to continue working his way up, but he instead withdrew his hands and used them to push her arms back down beside her. He grabbed her head, one hand on each of her icy cheeks, and whispered.
“You find me so predictable, dear?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Then what am I going to do now?”
“You are going to tie me up to this pole. Then have your way with me.”
“Maybe I am somewhat predictable. You are half right. Stay still.”
He released her cheeks and she strained to listen for his next move. All she could hear were the waves lapping against the yacht.
Then, before she realised what was happening, she was clawing at her neck and her eyes snapped wide open. A rope! It was ch-choking her. She could not lean backwards because of the pole, and she could not lean forward because Boxer had quickly tied off the loop around the pole, trapping her to the spot. He watched as she slowly sank to the ground, twitching and shaking her head in a desperate attempt to free herself. As she sank, her hair did not, and it streamed up above her before gravity made it fall in a mess around her face.
He squatted down and grabbed her head, using his strength to hold it still despite her efforts. “You were right that I was going to tie you and have my way with you, but I was not going to tie you up so much as just tie you off.”
Alicia, frantic for air, hardly registered what he was saying. The rope was not so tight as to cut off her wind pipe completely, but made breathing so incredibly difficult and she was surely not getting enough air with the short, sharp gasps she could make. She tried to turn her head at an angle to the pole, hoping to buy more room for her throat, but the rope allowed no such leverage. Slowly, her vision dimmed and she shivered as her body suddenly felt very chilly.
Boxer straightened her legs out and stuck a finger between them. Satisfied with what he found at there, he tickled her other labial hole until a stream of urine flowed onto the deck. By this time, Alicia was hovering at the precipice of consciousness and wished for it to dvie faster. She felt like insanity had taken hold of her: only when Boxer held one of her breasts, sniffed it and then pressed it against his ear did she pass out. As she did, she thought she heard Matt say, “I hope you’re cleaning that up.”
* * *
What smells delicious? Alicia wondered when she came to.
Ugh, my neck. She tried to feel her wind pipe and at first was confused, but then realised her hands were bound behind her back. Her feet were tied up too. Taking stock, she saw that she was lying on a table – they must have brought it up from below – and her skin glistened with oil, which explained the smell. Her stomach rumbled.
Great, she thought. I’m hungry for my own flesh.
She was still in the shade of the giant umbrella. Well, that was thoughtful of them. No doubt sunburn would spoil the real burning that awaits her!
Dani was still soaking up the shade in her deck chair, naked as before.
“You know, I think I’ve figured it out,” said Dani, as though nothing unusual had taken place. “I think this umbrella is held on with an electromagnet.”
“How do you figure that?” asked Alicia, seeing how there was nothing else she could do.
“Well, Matt said it wasn’t a fixture, and that he’d installed it yesterday. So it must be removable, and held on somehow. And this thing is very sturdy – it didn’t move an inch during your struggle. So whatever is keeping it on must be very strong. I think he’s got a magnet below deck holding it on.”
“That’s some good deduction.”
“It gets easier since Matt had told me to leave my credit cards at home. You haven’t been out for very long. About an hour, I reckon. They haven’t caught anything yet. I think they’re serious about cooking you if nothing shows up today.”
“Oh joy.”
“I thought you wanted it?”
“I do! But...it’s such an inconvenient time.”
“Yeah?”
“I was really set on meeting a mermaid.”
“I was really surprised Boxer did that.”
“Yeah! I thought he was joking.”
“You really should answer his questions more tactfully next time if you were keen on living.”
“If there is a next time. And, well, I was kind of excited to see where he was going with it.”
“I must admit that I am very pleased where he is taking it,” said Dani with a blush.
“What?! Dani! We’re best friends!”
“And you look absolutely delicious, Allie.” She made a show of sniffing. “You smell delicious too. I already feel like biting into you.”
“I’ll be biting into you later if they untie me!”
“We’ll get him to cork you before we release you, then.”
“I thought you enjoyed my playful nibbling.”
“Yes, but I think it would really frustrate you to be corked. So if you disappoint us by not getting cooked, we’re corking you.”
Alicia lay in silence pondering her fate. Her nipples were hardening. Was it because of the breeze?
“What kind of diet have you been on?” asked Dani.
“What? Why?”
“I was just wondering how you would taste.”
“Do you think it really matters?”
“Sure it does. Although, with you...turn over a bit, I want to see those breasts of yours. Wow, you must be really cold! Those nipples, they look so chewy at the moment!”
“Hey, what are the chances they won’t catch a mermaid today?”
“Depends on how hard they try, really. If they really, really, really want to eat you, there’s no way we’re going to land a mermaid today.”
“Oh great.”
“It’s your fault for being so delicious.”
“Maybe I can talk him into putting it off for a bit?”
“That’s not very sporting, is it?”
“Yeah, but...I really wanted to meet a mermaid. I was so keen on it.”
“If you put it off now, Alicia, you will keep finding reasons to put it off until eventually you realise you have put it off for too long and you won’t be able to go when you really want it.”
“That’s true, I guess...”
“Besides, there’s always next life. Right?”
Alicia pondered this in the silence.
“Besides,” added Dani, “if we don’t catch a mermaid today, we can always ask one to come up for a chat to fulfil your wish.”
“Really?”
“Sure! Matt’s got all sorts of gadgets on here. He must have a way to communicate with the mers.”
This thought put Alicia’s mind at ease – Matt always had gizmos for everything! – and she passed the time thinking up questions to ask the mer when she finally met one.
* * *
Alicia did not know how much time had passed, but the sun was still strong when Dani sprang to her feet and rushed down the ladder. Moments later, she heard the sound of two new feminine voices coming from below. What was going on? Were they...mermaids? With growing frustration, she writhed on the table, struggling to get free, when she was grabbed by a pair of strong hands. She was slung over Boxer’s shoulder, which gave her a nice view of his back as he carried her down to the bow.
“Thought you might want to greet our visitors,” grunted Boxer, who wasn’t used to carrying women caveman style.
Heading rump-first towards the action, Alicia excitedly tried to peer around Boxer’s broad torso. “Are they mermaids?” she asked.
“Two.”
She couldn’t keep a yelp of glee from escaping her mouth. She only wished that she could make a better first impression. She was behaving like a child!
“We might invite them aboard as guests for dinner, too,” added Boxer.
What did he mean? To eat her?
“Is that her? Wow! She looks scrumptious! I so want to give her a noogin!”
Alicia wasn’t sure what a noogin was, but didn’t have a chance to ask. Boxer sat her down on the edge facing their visitors and she gasped when she saw the mermaids.
One was blonde. The other had blue hair that matched her scales in colour but not in brilliance. She had grabbed onto the safety ladder and was flicking her tail back and forth just above the water’s surface. Alicia’s eyes wandered down her streamlined female body, which gradually gave way to her fish tail, starting from just below her bellybutton and completed the transition just before the widest parts of her hip. She couldn’t see the rest of her lower body, since it was still beneath the surface.
Her scales...they’re like...sapphires, Alicia awed.
The other mer was still mostly submerged and looked no different to a woman treading water. Her breasts were somewhat larger, Alicia noted and wondered how that affected her swimming. That was the second question she had most wanted to ask them.
“H-Hi,” she stammered.
“Jello!” said the blonde. “You look slipperier than we are!” she chuckled.
“Y-Yeah,” said Alicia. “Well, I was sort of, err, on the menu.”
“Oh, gorgeous, you do look quite a treat!” said the blue one.
“Alicia,” said Matt, “meet Damzel, the blonde, and Lolilalina, the bluehead. Did I say that right?”
“Perfect,” said the blue mer.
“Do you girls want to come up here and try some cooked human tonight?” asked Boxer. Alicia looked at him momentarily in shock but then smiled. She didn’t mind being cooked so much after meeting the two beauties. And she was sort of used to the idea by now. She was certainly prepared for it, she thought as she took in her aroma.
“Jing! That’s kind of backwards!” said Damzel.
“Yeah, don’t like what you see?” said Lolilalina, swishing her tail.
“Well, if you want, we can eat one of you instead,” said Matt. “If human flesh isn’t to your taste.”
“Sorry gorgeous,” said Lolilalina. “You really do look wonderful. It’s just that our palate is different.”
“That’s OK,” said Alicia. “I must admit that you two look like you would be so much more delicious than me.”
“Jaws! Letting them catch us might be an idea,” said Damzel.
“Are you able to move when out of water?” asked Alicia, keen to get her most curious question out of the way.
“We can,” said Lolilalina. “Just not very well. We weigh less in the water, see. Wow, I am having trouble just hanging onto this – what do you call it? – this ladder! You’ll have to net us if you want to get us up there.”
“So you want us to catch you?” asked Boxer.
“Sure! That was some good whiting you guys chucked down here.”
“You might find the life ring more comfortable,” said Matt.
The mers exchanged looks. Finally, Lolilalina spoke. “We would prefer the net. It’s a...mermaid thing,” she said.
“OK,” said Matt. “Sure. Net it is.”
Minutes later, the men were reeling the mermaids up in the net.
“This is pretty thick netting,” said Lolilalina.
“Mermaid friendly. Minimises lacerations!” grunted Matt as he turned the hoist.
“How thoughtful!” said Lolilalina, flicking her tail at her friend in delight.
They dropped the mers on the deck in a big tangle. Angling for a better look, Alicia leant too far and fell onto the deck beside them.
“Umm, untie me?” she said hopefully.
“You taste good, gorgeous,” Lolilalina licked her face. Alicia took in Loli’s entire figure: she was much bigger up close! Her tail ran Alicia’s entire body length from where it started on Loli’s hips to the tip of her tailfin. She could sense the rippling power in those muscles when Loli flicked the fin back and forth – but at the moment her upper body was flailing around, causing an entire bigger tangle for the men to sort out. The sight of Loli’s upper body, covered in netting, made Alicia moist. She made a note to invest in some lace garments when they returned home.
“There you go sweetie,” Dani had untied Alicia while she was busy salivating over Lolilalina’s figure. “Careful there!” Alicia’s hands had slipped out from under her due to the slickness of the oil. “Here, lean on me. Oooh, oily!” Dani gave Alicia’s breasts a squeeze. “And slippery!”
By this time, Boxer and Matt had removed the netting from the mermaids. The undersea women lay on their bellies, supporting their upper bodies on their arms and flicking their tails back and forth.
“Jell! It’s so hard to move!” said Damzel.
“Yeah. I feel like a beached whale.”
“We also have another minor obstacle,” said Matt. He pointed to the top deck. “We have to get you up there.”
Lolilalina laughed. “Good luck!”
“Any ideas?” Matt asked Boxer. “We can’t move the nets up there.”
“Do you girls know how to levitate?” Boxer asked the mers.
“In water we can,” said Damzel.
“What if we tied a rope to their tailfins and use a pulley to hoist them up?” suggested Dani.
“Sounds like a plan,” said Matt. He kissed her. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”
“The sex,” said Dani.
“Nah, gotta more than that.”
Matt improvised a crane from some gizmos he kept below deck – “See, I knew it was electromagnets!” exclaimed Dani when Matt pushed the crane around the deck until it got caught in an invisible field and glided half an inch before sticking fast – and after some effort, Lolilalina and Damzel were brought up.
“Hey! Wow! That’s Nikkola! And Mutani! And Michelle!” exclaimed Loli as she waved at her mer friends in the distance, who were leaping from the water to bid her farewell.
“Can one of you please turn me over?” asked Damzel. “My arms are getting tired and it’s easier to breathe on my back.”
“Sure thing.” Alicia shoved with all her might and, with Dani’s help, they managed to roll Damzel over.
“Thank you, sweet things.”
Damzel’s tail was a hazel colour that matched her eyes. Her scales did not shine as brilliantly as Lolilalina’s, but Alicia found them pretty nonetheless.
Click! Whir.
Boxer had found his camera.
Alicia went back to examining Damzel’s form. “Oh! What is this hole for?” She pointed at where her genitals would have been if Damzel had been a full woman.
“Same thing as yours, I believe,” she replied.
“Oh.” Alicia blushed at having asked such an obvious question. It made more sense when she thought about it: quite unlike her own, Damzel’s vagina was set at the front of her body rather than between her legs because, well, she had no legs. It also lacked the elaborate decorations of Alicia’s own, being a solitary hole. The curvature around the hole gave the impression of legs, but that quickly disappeared further down the tail.
Also, Alicia was surprised to notice that up until now, it had escaped her attention that the mers’ ears were different to her own. The lobe was sharper, coming to a point, and their ears had a stronger downward curve, shaped through years of swimming at high velocity.
“OK! Who wants to be up first?” asked Matt. “Any preferences?”
“I’ll be first,” said Lolilalina, wiping her blue hair from her face. “I don’t really care how you do it, but I want you to bind me so that I can struggle.”
“You want to struggle?” asked Dani.
“Yeah. I’ve always had this fantasy of being caught by a fishing ship and cooked against my will. But with such well-enforced consensual laws, this is the closest thing I’ll probably get.” She paused a moment to reflect. “Not to mention, I probably wouldn’t actually enjoy it if that had happened for real.”
“So how are we going to do her?” asked Matt.
“Can we spit her?” asked Dani.
“Spit her? I’m not sure we have a spit long enough, or even strong enough!” exclaimed Matt.
“It would look so cool, though,” said Dani.
“Jell yeah!” Damzel piped in.
“We could wrap her tail to shorten the length needed,” suggested Boxer. “How flexible are you?”
Loli bent her tail as far towards her torso as she could.
“Not very,” said Boxer. “But she could do that and then we pierce it.”
“Sounds painful,” said Dani.
“It won’t be that – hey, quit it, I’m not cooked yet!” Loli laughed. During this discussion, Alicia had snuck by Lolilalina’s tail and bit into her fin.
“Sorry,” said Alicia cheekily. “I just wanted to know if you could feel it.”
“I can feel it,” Loli assured her.
“Does it hurt?”
“No. But it’s...weird.”
“This is the longest one we have. Do you think it will be long enough?” Matt had gone below deck and brought up the spit. He lay it beside Loli and the six of them stared at it.
“Lift your tail again,” said Boxer. “Just barely.”
“What about weight?” asked Matt. His gaze wandered over to Alicia, who had sucked one of Loli’s nipples into her mouth and said, “Mmm, salty!” She tugged it away from Loli’s chest, but her breast was firm and yielded little. Alicia cupped the breast in both her hands and tried to push it around.
“Weight should be fine,” said Boxer, who was enraptured by the same scene. “These ladies shouldn’t be heavier than the biggest humans these are designed for.”
Matt nodded and made a mental note to investigate the business opportunities posed by the mermaid-cooking niche market. He watched as Alicia compared the size of Loli’s breasts to her own. “Not bad!” she said. “I thought that mermaids would have a lot smaller boobs to make swimming easier.”
“You’re thinking in terms of survival evolution,” said Damzel. “Sure, bigger breasts makes it harder to swim faster, but like on land, food is plentiful in the sea, so we have the luxury.”
Boxer walked up to Alicia with something in his hands. “Stand up and close your eyes,” he commanded.
“But we’re having so much fun!”
“You can get back to that in a moment.”
“Fine, fine.”
“Now open your mouth.”
“Ahh,” said Alicia, as though she was at the dentist’s.
Matt watched as Boxer placed something in her mouth. “Now bite down.”
“What der?” Something was stuck to her teeth. It felt like a mouthguard, only stickier.
“Good. Now don’t take it out.”
“You corked me?”
“To curb your biting habit.”
“But now I talk funny!”
“So control yourself better.”
“Dat’s not fair!” she sulked, but resumed playing with Loli. This time, she allowed Loli to explore her body, and she was especially interested in how Alicia’s feminine parts were different to her own. Dani was also allowing Damzel to play with her.
“So these are legs,” breathed Loli. “And between them...”
“Jell!” exclaimed Damzel.
“We should start preparing her,” said Matt.
“Agreed,” said Boxer.
Lolilalina’s hands were soon bound behind her back and tied to her tail fin via a very long bit of rope. Her fin curved up towards her back as far as it could go. The men took out their knives and began to remove her scales. Alicia watched as the clear, sparkly pile grew. Loli’s fish skin was still a brilliant blue, but lost its gloss as the men worked their way over it. Alicia had Loli’s head nestled in between her legs and giggled playfully as the mermaid ate her out. She handled some of Loli’s tresses down to her clitoris and used them like a brush to tease herself. Out of curiosity, she pushed the hair into her vagina. The effect was somewhat disappointing. “You’ve just made yourself saltier,” Loli, who was enjoying Alicia’s natural juices, complained.
“You’d better move aside for this net step,” said Boxer.
Alicia cleared the way for the men to slice off Loli’s fins, leaving only enough of her tail fin to hold the rope tying it to her hands, and rolled her onto her back, flashing wicked sharp instruments to separate Loli from her insides. And that’s just what they did. Alicia watched in horror as they drew a line across her torso and down Loli’s blue fish skin. She looked on in fascination as they discovered that Loli’s body cavities were almost identical to that of a human’s, and that her tail was almost pure muscle.
“Should make for some good meat,” noted Boxer.
Then they stuffed her and rolled her over.
Lying on her belly with her tail in the air, she rocked from side to side as the men lined up the spit. “We need to do her tail at an angle to avoid bone,” said Boxer.
“God, she’s moving too much,” said Matt. “Hold her down!”
The girls piled onto her tail and managed to stabilise her long enough for Matt to shove the spit through. She thrashed and cried as it pierced her body.
“Is she alright?” asked Matt.
“She’s fine,” said Dani, cuddling Loli’s head to her bosom. “She wants you to continue.”
“How can you tell?” asked Alicia.
“Well,” said Dani, “she’s not saying ‘No.’”
“Can she talk?” asked Alicia.
“Y-Yes,” stammered Loli.
“OK Lolilalina, brace yourself because we have to pierce your tail once more to get it into your vagina.” With Boxer’s help, Matt lined the spit up. “Damn, we have to get it through a lot of flesh.”
“She’s indicating that she’s ready,” said Dani.
The worst of it was soon over, and the spit was making its way towards Lolilalina’s throat. Through her sobs and tears, she was smiling. “Oh wow, this is great,” she stammered. “Thanks. Thanks guys. Wow.” Her blue hair was matted all over her face from her tears. Alicia cleared it from Loli’s mouth before kissing her.
“You’re going to taste great, babe.”
Loli smiled and abruptly jerked her head back, eyes wide open, as the spit made its way up her throat.
“Done!” declared Boxer.
Lolilalina’s body was held fast by the spit and her bindings, but she still twitched as she tested her limited freedom of movement. The small remains of her tail fin swept back and forth, not looking quite as majestic as before.
“Not a bad effort,” said Matt. The four stood back to admire the mermaid before them. The spit had pierced her on the end of her tail above what was left of the fin, snaked its way along the back of Loli’s tail before entering it again near where her thighs would have been. From there, it entered her vagina and the rest was like a regular human spitting.
“Her arms must be straining,” said Boxer. The only thing keeping her tail end from sliding off the spit was the bit of rope connecting it to her wrists.
“Not much we can do at this point,” said Matt.
“True.”
“You girls help us set her in place,” said Matt.
It took all the strength the four of them could muster to lift her off the ground by the spit ends. “That’s...a...lot of...muscle...” grunted Boxer, as they edged their way towards the heating element. “...in...that...” closer, closer, “...tail!”
“Yes...” said Matt, almost there, “it...is!” They dropped the spit ends onto the brackets, which locked on and started rotating Loli as though she was nothing unusual.
“Phew!” they sighed in unison.
“Doesn’t she look gorgeous?” asked Dani.
“Look at dose ripples running troo her breasts,” said Alicia, reaching out to touch one, then cupping the whole breast. “It’s firmer dan before!”
“Micro twitches,” said Matt. “Boxer’s right. Her arms must really be straining.”
“Who wants to do the basting?” asked Boxer, presenting a bucket of sauce and a brush.
“What flavour is that?” asked Dani.
“It’s a secret,” said Boxer, handing her the gear. “Have fun.”
“I guessed I’m volunteered,” said Dani, shrugging at Alicia.
“I’m going to see how well mermaids can use their mouths,” said Boxer as he headed towards Damzel. She simply smiled him as he approached.
Alicia joined him to investigate the intricacies of the mermaid sex orifice, and Matt walked over after giving Dani a pat on the arse.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” said Dani. She basted Loli’s face first, dabbing it around her eyes, her differently-shaped ears, on her cheeks. “Here,” she took hold of a container from a nearby table, “this is a special colloid for your hair so it doesn’t catch fire.” She spread it thoroughly through Loli’s locks and resumed liberally dabbing her body with sauce, working her way past her neck.
“Your nipples are hard, girl! Even in this heat? Hey, do you always have hard nipples? It must be pretty cold down there. Or are you, like, used to it and need colder temperatures for hard nipples? Or maybe...maybe it’s the reverse! You’ve got hard nipples now, right? And you’re turning over a heating element so it’s definitely not cold. Oh, I am going to have to ask your friend.”
She looked over at Damzel playing with the other three.
“Maybe later.”
She leant down and licked some of the sauce from Loli’s breasts, causing a series of ripples to run through them. “So you like that, huh?” She had a taste of Loli’s navel and lapped at her blue tail. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You’re going to be quite a treat when you’re done.
“You know,” said Dani, “that was quite something earlier, wasn’t it? It sounded like it hurt a lot. I don’t know how you could stand that, and now this. Me, when I’m done, I want to go painlessly. No way am I getting spitted. It won’t be spectacular as this, but...” she sniffed, “oh god you smell delicious. It’s going to be hell waiting for you to be done. Haha, I know, it sounds self-centred doesn’t it? You’re there cooking and I’m worried about having to wait for you to get cooked!” She whispered into Lolilalina’s ear: “It just means that you smell irresistible, babe.”
* * *
“Just a little bit more...a little bit more...dere. Dere! Lower it!” Alicia held out her palm to indicate to Matt, who was guiding the crane.
“We should have used this to put her on to cook,” said Boxer. “Much easier.”
Dani helped to rotate Loli’s body so that she would fall neatly onto the serving tray, which was conveniently already on the dining table. They had also managed to seat Damzel at the table, albeit awkwardly. Still, she would be able to dine on her late friend.
With Loli in place, Boxer removed the spit and cut her bindings. Her tail smacked onto the table but her hands stayed where they were. With Loli settled in, Damzel gave her friend a quick kiss on the lips.
Alicia bounded up to Boxer and opened her mouth. “Ahh...”
“OK,” said Boxer. “But they go back in after dinner.” He removed the gummy obstructions from her mouth. They looked almost like chewing gum, but Alicia knew firsthand that they weren’t very chewy.
Before long, they had settled in for their meal. Damzel didn’t eat much.
“Have more Loli!” said Alicia. “She’s delicious!” A unique taste, she noted, not what she expected at all. Her upper body had a strong resemblance to human meat, but with a different twinge. Her tail was not completely like fish either.
“She is. I just don’t have much of an appetite today. And meat cooked above water tastes so different...”
“You can cook yourselves underwater?” asked Alicia.
“We can, but we rarely bother. Mostly we just eat each other raw.”
“Ouch!” Dani instinctively hugged her breasts. “That sounds painful!”
“Can’t be much more painful than this,” Damzel gestured at Loli’s remains. “We have ways to harness volcanoes and thermal currents, but often it’s a long trip and unnecessary. Besides, we were designed for our lifestyle.”
“Who wants some brains?” asked Boxer. He used a power saw to remove Loli’s scalp along with the top of her skull and scooped her brains into a separate bowl for everybody.
Alicia took one and contemplated it for a moment before putting a spoonful into her mouth and chewing carefully. “Mmm! Not bad. Not bad at all. In fact, quite delicious!”
“Yes,” said Dani. “Tasty!”
“You can have mine,” Matt said to Dani. “I want that elbow.”
After dinner, Boxer reapplied the cork to Alicia. They packed Loli’s remains and went back to their cabin. Matt used the crane to lift Damzel to the lower deck and covered her with tarpaulin to protect her from the wind. Then he and Dani retired to their room.
* * *
“Did you sleep well?” Alicia asked her as she came up onto the deck, stretched her arms and yawned.
“Surprisingly well. How was it for you?”
“Oh, Boxer kept me up all night.” She yawned again.
“It must be good to have a man.”
“Oh! I hear that mers are lacking in males the same way we are.”
“That’s correct,” said Damzel. “So he keeps you up at night?”
“Yeah.” Alicia sat down beside Damzel and hugged her legs. “I wouldn’t trade him for anything else in the world, though.”
“Even though he wants to eat you? I know humans aren’t designed for eating.”
“Well, we’re not designed for it, but that doesn’t mean...well, we don’t get as much of a kick out of it as you guys do, but it’s still something we like to do. Does that make any sense?”
“I think so.”
“I wonder if it’s fair. How we made it something you yearn for – to be eaten, I mean.”
“We wonder about that too,” said Damzel. “But at the end of the day, what’s done is done. We’re designed like this. And it’s not so bad, either. Both humans and mers get eaten. We are just better suited for it when the time comes. So in a way, we have it better than you.”
“I guess...”
“How long until you guys do me, do you think?”
“Lolilalina’s meat is going to last quite a while. You guys pack more meat than human women! Of course, if you want us to do you early, we can do that too.”
“Where would you keep me?”
“Oh, we’ll think of something, don’t worry. Matt’s got lots of handy gizmos lying around.”
“How long can you survive out of water?” asked Boxer, coming up behind Alicia. She fell back against him, rubbing her back against his chest.
“A few days. My main problem would be dehydration, and it gets very uncomfortable.”
“We can set up a place for you to say, salty as you want, once we get back to Matt’s place. We can do you in any time you want, but you can check out the surface world a bit.”
“That would be good. I have always wanted to see these...” she squinted, trying to remember the word, “...buildings. And aeroplanes.”
“I’m just worried about how we’re going to get you back,” said Boxer. “Ideally we would pack you into the boot of our car, but it’s only this long.”
“Oh, that’s easy! I can fold up, like this!” She curled her tail up like she was bending her knees, with the tip of it wrapping around her bottom and coming partway up her back.
Boxer was aghast. “You’re that flexible? But your friend could barely –“
“She’s a different breed, you could say.”
“Well! That makes things much simpler.”
“Hey, stop that!” Alicia brushed his hand away from her shoulder.
“You’re sunburned,” said Boxer.
“I’ve noticed.”
“If you keep this up, you’re going to get skin cancer, Alicia.”
“Haha, real funny.” They both knew she was not going to live long enough.