No Such Thing As Sea Monsters
The punishment was almost as absurd as the crime itself. Not allowed on a ship because it was bad luck to have a lady on board. Sure, ships got into accidents, but did any of them have any females on board? Maybe there's a reason why. Surely they could have more sense than to blame things on luck.
As for the punishment, for the rest of the trip, I was strapped to the side of the ship as an inviting offering for any sea monsters that swam by. Unusually cruel and equally absurd. I mean sometimes ships would disappear and nobody would know what happened, but given that there's storms and bad weather, it'd be much easier to believe that something we actually knew of wrecked the ships.
Life on the side of the ship was rather miserable compared to life inside the ship. It was my second day sitting here on this swing with my hands cuffed and legs shackled. If a wave were to hit and I fell off never to be seen again, surely they would have blamed it on the sea monster. Luckily for me though the weather was good. There was simply no point in trying to swim with these heavy shackles on. It felt like a death sentence sitting here with no shelter from the sun. If I didn't drown, I'd surely dehydrate or faint and fall off. Of course, there was something else I had not thought of till it started. The sun was setting with a lovely orange he filling the sky and I was starting nod off. I curled my arm around one of the ropes and casually leaned on it as I closed my eyes. If anything were to happen to me, that should hopefully keep me from slipping. I thought nothing of it at the time.
It was a dark, star lit sky when I awoke. There was darkness as far as I could see in one direction and the side of the ship in the other. For a moment, it felt like something was tugging on my leg, but I couldn't see anything in the night. In any case, it stopped already. There was nothing more than the tugging of my shackles pulling me down. I yawned for a while looking towards the faint outline of my legs underneath my red pokadot skirt. Having not fallen off yet, I felt rather secure in my position. After all, what could I possibly be worried about if there was no such thing as sea monsters?
Though if there wasn't, what was that on my shoulder? A few drops of water hit my shoulder before something like a thick, wet rope slung itself over me. It coiled quickly around my waist as it pulled me from my roost as I shrieked out in surprise. A dark silhouette rose out of the water and a pair of slippery, wet tentacles coiled up my legs. Something was holding me in the air horizontally. Definitely not rope, and definitely something from the sea.
My legs pulled apart and a swift rush of water and air snapped the chain. A big gash ran up my skirt and cold draft of foam sent my shivering. "Help!" I yelled hoping that someone would hear me. Then again, this was supposed to be my punishment. The tentacle at my waist started to pull away, my skirt following it. "Help!" I called out again as the crack shot up my skirt and tore away. The last coil slid up my body, pulling my clothing clean with it. I tried my best to hold my arms out to stop it, but it was simply too strong for me. Before long, I was dangling upside down in nothing but my panties
A searchlight hit the water and began sweeping towards me. A while ago I was hoping to be spotted, now I was almost hoping that I wouldn't be. My eyes shut as it swept over and I turned my head away. I couldn't be seen like this, it was undignified. A flash of red told me that the searchlight had found me and wasn't going away.
A cold tentacle coiled around my left arm which I instinctually tried to push away only to get my other arm tangled up in the mess. It was constricting tightly causing my shoulders to hurt. I screamed out in pain, letting everyone on board know I was getting my just desserts.
Another tentacle tilted my chin down and continued to wrap around my back. There wasn't much of a sea monster to look at, mostly just a set of tentacles emerging from the water. Then the tentacle started coiling back around the front. I held my breath as it started rubbing up and down the side of my breast. My arms were held too tightly to resist and kicking my legs was hopeless. As a reminder of who was really in control, my body dropped several feet with the tips of my ears just brushing over the surface of the water. "He," I never got a chance to finish as my head was dragged under.
I considered myself lucky that I was allowed to breathe again afterwards. Water dripped down my face as I coughed up a mouthful of salty water. Cold water dripped from my fur. It was quite a wake up call; one that I could definitely had done without. I learnt my lesson about resisting though. There was no resistance as the tentacle poked my breast again. This time, I just closed my eyes and tried my best not to think about it. It felt like a big wet sloppy tongue was licking me. I squirmed involuntarily and tried to tuck my legs in at the cost of another head dunking. Immediately, my body went limp again as I wondered if this would be the end. It seemed like a long time had passed before it let me back up.
My head and lungs hurt as I gasped for air. It seemed to take much longer for me to recover than last time. I hardly realised that my body was tiling again. The tentacle behind my back was lifting me upwards. Once again, the tentacle zipped up and down my breast and I suppressed my urge to try to do something about it. It continued to slither underneath one, up my chest and overtop the other. I had a lot of difficulty trying to keep my legs from kicking as the tentacle continued to slither past and around my back again. Most of the time I held my breath to keep my mind focused.
The tentacle binding my arms loosened till there was just one left in its loose grip. Still, I held my arm there in hopes of avoiding another head dunking. It felt outrageous to be here waiting for instructions from a sea monster, which I wasn't even sure, could speak. There were other ways of communicating though, which I realised as another tentacle slipped up between my legs and began to rub at my waistline. As much as it could efficiently strip away the rest of my clothing, there was still a piece left, my panties. I reached down slowly not sure what I was thinking and began to slide the minuscule covering over my hips. They could only go so far though, and I felt myself falling towards the water again.
This time I had enough warning to take a deep breath before I went. It wanted my panties off and that's what I was going to do. It just wasn't going to get done the way I wanted. My hand gripped the bunched up piece of cloth and tore it clear of my body. Slowly, my last piece of clothing drifted away from me. There I was, alone, naked, and helpless. Despite having released the last of my garments, my head remained underwater, unable to breathe. My chest was hurting and I was beginning to wonder just how much longer I could hold out. Every time the creature took me underwater, I stayed under a bit longer and I certainly couldn't afford to let that happen again.
Another moment passed and I was now floating face up in the water with a bit of assistance. One more tentacle poked itself up from the depths and I swiftly set my free arm next to it in surrender. It graciously accepted my offering and snared my wrist in its grasp. My hand soon found its way bat towards my crotch as the tentacles held it in place right over my exposed cunt. I didn't need to be told twice what it wanted me to do as I extended a finger and brushed apart the folds of skin.
A jolt to my chest made me wonder if I was going fast enough and I swiftly extended a second finger, parting my lips as I rubbed them up and down. The slimy wet tentacle barely grazed my clit hood as my body shook. Was it fear? Was it excitement? Or was it just the onset of hypothermia? The tentacle across my chest slithered back and forth as I played with myself to a hidden audience. More tentacles began to rise out of the sea and encompassed my nipples like some pervert playing with a toy.
My head tilted back and water filled my ears as the cold, slimy tongue lapped at my nipples. The rest of my body began slipping under the water slowly and soon my head was the only part of me left above water. No visible signs of trouble or my attacker remained.
I opened my mouth and gasped as the cold water drifted into my pussy. Somehow I managed to hold back my urge to scream, all except for a single soft yip. It was enough to send be back underwater for another lesson in who was in control. This time I wasn't enough just to threaten me with drowning, but a tentacle swiftly made a sharp, whip like blow across my back. I spat out half my air on impact. A second blow followed and then a third, a stream of bubbles rose steadily from my nose till finally there was no more. The water rushed past me and all my fur slicked back as the creature swiftly hoisted my head back up out of the water.
The message was clear, no more struggling, and no more noise. I was to go along willingly and refrain from anything that could be mistaken as a cry for help. My turn for doing anything besides holding still had passed. My arms were slowly dragged behind my back and out of the way. A tentacle shot up between my legs, and slapped against my inner thighs as it went. The creature seemed to take every step in ensuring I knew what was about to happen. The tentacle arced around my pussy and slid down my inner thigh again. It wasn't enough just to get it over with; it needed me twitching there helpless and unable to resist. My toes twitched as the tentacle slopped back and forth before it narrowed in on the point of interest.
It poked my pussy curiously and stroked the sides in much the same way that I had done before, acting like a big, cold, wet tongue. The tentacles at my breasts continued to send me twitching as they fondled away. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth a crack, My greatest fear at the moment was what would happen if I needed to be punished again. As far as I was concerned, it could do whatever it wanted to me as long as my head stayed above the water.
The creature seemed to feel that I was ready for it and broad tentacle gently thrust its tip into me. My head tilted back in response. My jaw locked and a shiver rocked my back. It was hard to keep silent as the tip twirled around and even harder to keep my legs still. The strain on my mind almost had me in tears. I tried my best to tug my legs together to help calm my body. My body was slowly sinking again, and I was no match for the creature's strength. Then it suddenly stopped again as my lips hit the water line. Now I was just a floating nose on the surface. My body was still once more and it probably realised the necessity of my actions as its tentacle shot deeper into me. It held me there, as it pumped its tentacle in and out of me, working it's way deeper and deeper. The water served as a reminder to me to watch my actions.
It was hard to breathe as the thing swished about inside me trying to get deeper. All my muscles tensed, as the thing showed no sign of stopping. That was a rather long tentacle, but it only had so much room inside me it could travel. Another tentacle coiled around my tail and pulled it upwards. Then another tentacle slapped my rump hard, thrusting me forward onto the tentacle. My mouth opened to scream only to be met with a flood of water. A steady stream of bubbles rose from my lips. It spanked me into the tentacle again and I trembled as it jarred my insides.
Without being told again, I thrust my hips forward and wiggled back and forth trying to help it work it's way in. I wasn't even sure how far it had gone anymore, but it was a lot deeper than I thought was possible. Then it finally came to a stop. My head floated back up above the waterline as the next step began. A large bulge started pressing against the opening of my cunt. Something wanted in. I turned my head and shut my eyes tight as it felt like it was going to tear me open. I wasn't sure if anything was torn I gulped as the back of the bulge forced its way into me. It became easier to breathe after the back of it went in. The bulge continued to work its way along the tentacle. A harsh, burning pain followed the bulge as it travelled. The pain was incredible but I found myself unwilling to try to do anything about it.
Everything from that point on was a blank in my mind. The next thing I remember was the harsh sun beating down on my back washed up on the shore atop a large dresser. I took a few steps and collapsed again afterwards landing with a heavy thud. Falling was just enough to get me help though. I could hear voices talking all around me and eventually found myself resting on a bed, recovering from my experience. In the next few days, all the fur fell off my arms, legs, chest and anywhere the creature touched. It started growing back in the following weeks, but then I found myself with another problem. I was putting on a lot of weight for some reason...