Mistress of the Damned

Flipp

Igasped as I was ripped from my sleep. It was still dark and I tried to see what was going on. Disoriented, I wasn’t sure if I as dreaming or awake, but that ended as soon as I found myself on the floor. Falling on the ground had knocked the breath right out of me. I tried to scramble away, but someone grabbed one of my legs and pulled me back. I was now officially terrified. I looked up to see that I was surrounded by crew members. They were looking down at me with something akin to hate burning in their eyes. I was dead.

“Wait—” I said, as hands grabbed me. A gag was shoved into my mouth, and I choked. They were dragging me. I struggled so much that I got out of their grasp and tried to make a run for it. One of them grabbed my hair, and yanked it back so hard that I was sure I was going to have a bald spot. I tried to use my tongue to get the gag out, but it was pushed too far back. I could not cry out for help, and I started to worry that I would suffocate. That was the least of my worries. I struggled but it was no use, there were too many of them. They tied my hands behind my back and one of them hoisted me up onto his shoulders, so I wouldn’t be able to get away again. They brought me up to the deck and I wondered if I was going to die. Things weren’t looking good.

They were muttering things to me that sent chills up my spine.

“You must die. You’re bad luck.”

“Our friend is dead because of you.”

“You’re a Demon. You must go now.”

“Killing you will save us all.”

“I will drink your blood when you’re gone.”

I screamed through the rag in my mouth, but I doubted anyone could hear me. The wind was whipping around that evening, and my muffled screams probably sounded no different than the howling wind. I was struggling, but it was only sapping what little energy I had left. I needed to wait for my moment, it was my only chance of living. Even if I jumped into the water to escape them, they would just shape shift and turn their legs into fins then kill me in the water. I was completely helpless, as there was too many to fight against. I would be beaten to death in minutes, and no one would know until morning that I was even missing.

As they dragged me towards the edge of the boat, I knew my fate. They were throwing me over anyway. I would be lost at sea, ripped apart in the waves or drowned before anyone could save me. It was a sacrifice to the Goddess in the hopes that no other men would die on the boat. I was being hoisted up when one of the crew members spoke up.

“Wait, hold up.”

The others turned to him. I was literally dangling in the air, like a fish out of water.

“Don’t throw her overboard quite yet. I haven’t had good pussy in a while.”

My stomach turned as I saw their faces change. It was like a lightbulb went off in their heads, all at once.

I started shaking my head, the night couldn’t possibly get worse than that. I struggled again, but it seemed to just excite them even more. One of the Sirens held my feet while another started taking my clothes off. My shirt was ripped open so my breasts were on full show for all the men. One of the men bent down and squeezed one of my breasts and I started my attempt to scream again. I struggled but they just restrained me further, with more men holding me down. Tears welled up in my eyes but I refused to let them fall down my cheeks. Screw these guys.

They tossed my shirt aside and all I had left were my panties. They were slowly pulled down and tossed aside, and I closed my eyes. I was now laying on the deck, in the moonlight, completely naked. My breasts rose and fell as my heart hammered in my chest. I opened my eyes again and I wished I hadn’t. I could see the Siren above me become aroused as he undid his pants and let them drop to his knees. They wanted to knot with me, and the very idea made me gag with revulsion. The Siren above me had a thick dick, like an oil can, and it didn’t look like it had been washed all year.

The Siren got on his knees above me and he spread my legs, allowing the others a full view of my womanhood. I wanted to scream. If there was a Sea Goddess out there, how could she let me lay like that in shame? There was a Siren holding down each of my legs, so that I couldn’t close them. The Siren got on top of me and I could feel his erection against me, moving against my opening. In a second, he would put his dirty dick inside me, and I would want to die. His hot breath was against my face and I gagged. I worried that I would vomit with the gag in my mouth and choke on it.

I closed my eyes as I felt the knot try to enter me. Tears streamed down my face just as the Siren was knocked over. Shaking, I opened my eyes to see Xagon kicking the Siren in the side. He continued to kick him until I heard something break. He had collapsed the Siren’s ribcage, and it was only then that he stopped.

The rest of the Sirens were screaming at Xagon. They were outraged that he was stopping their rape and execution of me.

“She’s a Demon. Why are you defending her?”

“I am following Azil’s orders, and those are that the girl is not to be harmed. I should kill you all for this.”

“You are under her spell,” one Siren said as he approached Xagon.

I felt exposed in front of Xagon, my face turning a beet red. I couldn’t do anything about my vulnerable position, as my arms were still tied behind my back. I did, however, slowly close my legs, so my womanhood wasn’t the center of attention. I scrambled back away from the men and watched Xagon in awe. He looked so strong and powerful, admonishing the men. It didn’t even occur to him that he was outnumbered. He would have taken them all on if it came to that. I wondered what it was like to have that kind of power to wield over others. Would I like it or hate it?

His tail split into four, one of his tails lashed out at the Siren who spoke up, taking his legs out from under him. Xagon moved quickly and grabbed a hold of the Siren by all four pieces of his tail, and carried him over to the side of the boat before he launched him off.

The Siren would be fine in the end. He would just transform his legs into a mermaid tail and start over somewhere else. But Xagon was letting him know, and all the others, that he was no longer a crew member on this ship. It was a bold move, and one that earned him a lot of respect from me. Though, I was probably the last creature that he would want respect from.

He grabbed another Siren, one of the ones that had held me down, and took the spear from his back. He slashed the Siren across the chest with it and the Siren screamed. He slashed him again until he fell to the floor dead. I had never seen Sirens kill each other before, but I knew that it happened, if there was betrayal or disloyalty on the ship. They were a tight clan, and Azil expected loyalty above all else. If someone betrayed his orders, there would be consequences. That was three Sirens so far that Xagon had punished on my behalf. I almost cried with relief that someone had come to help me. He was a powerful man, and I found him to be very exciting.

Some of the crew members turned and left the scene, not wanting to end up with the same fate, but there were still a couple that wanted me off the ship badly enough to go up against Xagon.

A Siren approached him, his tail positioned like a spear.

“How could you take her side, Xagon? She has brought evil to our ship. Our own men are dying because she’s here. The rats, so many rats, and they have no skin. Who would do something like that? Throw her off and save us all.”