Captive Mermaid Mouth Service

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Raven Lynette, the mermaid prisoner, had been enduring unspeakable torments at the hands of her cruel captor. After a particularly cruel face fucking session, he had granted her a small reprieve, allowing her to remain in his expansive swimming pool rather than the cramped confines of a shallow bathtub. However, this apparent act of mercy came with its own twisted strings attached.

Her captor had tied Raven's majestic tail to a heavy weight, effectively anchoring her to one spot in the pool. The water stretched out before her, taunting her with the tantalizing taste of freedom, while cruelly reminding her that she remained a helpless prisoner. A prisoner, a sex slave, to be used for her captor's twisted pleasures as he saw fit. 

One fateful afternoon, her captor decided to indulge in a sadistic whim, setting up a camera to capture his ultimate domination over his prized possession. He descended into the pool, a menacing glint in his eyes as he approached Raven.

Even in her natural element, with her powerful tail bound tightly and her wrists secured, Raven remained utterly powerless. Her captor yanked her about by her hair, wrenching her body painfully against her cruel bonds. He repeatedly grasped her delicate throat, squeezing with steel strength- a searing reminder of her total subjugation.

The mermaid endured wave after wave of torment, struggling with all her might against the bonds that held her fast. Yet she could not prevail against her captor's overwhelming strength. He overpowered her with cruel ease, until finally, she lay spent and broken at the bottom of the pool.

Her captor loomed over her, a victorious sneer upon his face. ""If you're a good girl and service me with that pretty mouth of yours again, I'll untie your tail."

Raven's mind raced, torn between revulsion and the desperate hope for even a modicum of freedom. In the end, resignation won out. She knew she had no choice but to obey, to degrade herself once more on her captor's cruel terms.

With a shuddering breath, Raven parted her lips and took him into her mouth, the saltwater mixing with the bitter taste of her own despair. She worked her tongue along his length with practiced motions, hollowing her cheeks to create a tight, wet vacuum. All the while, silent tears streamed from her eyes, invisible beneath the water.

She continued to service her captor with mechanical efficiency, hollowing herself out until there was nothing left but the numb compliance of a broken slave. Only when he finally achieved his climax, releasing his seed down her aching throat, did she dare to hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he would keep his word.