A
Sea Encounter
Tony stood on the
ship’s deck, gazing out into the misty darkness. The sea was as calm as a
millpond, and there was a bitter chill in the air. He strained his ears. He
thought he could hear a haunting melody across the sea. He shook his head. What
was he thinking of ? There was absolutely nothing out there. It must be whale
song.
He turned his thoughts
to his own special friend back home in England. She would so love it out here.
She would more than likely whinge about the cold and in return he would tease
her about how he would warm her up.
He felt his trousers
tighten at the thought of her naked body next to his, and remained a little
longer on the deck, reminiscing over their last encounter together, before
deciding to turn to turn in for the night.
Back in his cabin, he
quickly undressed, methodically layering his clothes on the chair, before
luxuriating under the hot spray of his shower.
He padded back to his room, rubbing himself briskly with a towel and
stopped short. A young woman, dressed in a wet green shift, lay across his bed,
casually playing with a tendril of her long blond hair.
“What are you doing
here? Who are you?”
She looked at him quizzically,
raising an eyebrow. She touched her throat to indicate that she couldn’t speak.
Tony quickly wrapped his towel around his waist and pulled another bathsheet
from the overhead cupboard to wraparound the girl. She was ice cold to the touch. He gently took
one of her tiny hands in his to warm, and the girl smiled at him in
appreciation.
She leaned closer
towards him and delicately wrapped her thin arms around his neck, pulling his
head towards her upturned face. She had a vague scent of musk and seawater,
which totally intoxicated Tony. He couldn’t resist her embrace. He pulled her
body into his, noting her lack of undergarments, and with mounting excitement
lifted her flimsy garment off her elfin frame, to transfer his lips to her
ivory white breasts.
The girl sighed with
ecstasy and tugged at the towel tucked around Tony’s midriff, to expose his
erection. Tentatively she stroked him with ice cold fingertips. Tony groaned
with pleasure as she sidled down his chest to lick and suck his body, digging
her sharp fingernails into his strong thighs, until he exploded into her mouth.
He felt a cold hand
stroke his forehead and a soft breeze around him before falling into a deep
sleep. When he awoke some hours later, the girl had disappeared. Perplexed, he
searched around his cabin, the small bathroom and the narrow corridor outside,
but there was no sign of her. He wandered back to his room trying to make sense
of his strange experience to take a further shower before retiring to bed
again.
The following night,
Tony awoke with a start. The same girl had returned to his room and had pulled
his duvet away from his naked body to arouse him. She knelt beside him,
watching him with pale green eyes. Tony stared back, enchanted by her expression. She put her index finger to her lips, to
indicate he should relax then lowered her head to encase his erection into her
cold mouth.
Again, Tony could not
resist her advances and closed his eyes to submit to the most exquisite
pleasure. After his orgasm, he felt a vague fishy aroma waft over him and the
girl appeared to fade from view. He felt far more exhausted this time and
almost automatically succumbed to a deep dreamless sleep.
Over the next few
nights, Tony continued to be woken from sleep by this femme fatale, who seemed
intent on drinking as much of his ejaculate as possible. He was powerless to
resist her touch and felt totally violated by her presence. On each occasion,
he seemed to be increasingly sapped of his strength, as though she was
extracting his blood at the same time.
“Tony, what ‘s going
on? Why is there such a fishy pong in our room?”
Tony looked at his
roommate, Paul. Although they shared the same room, they worked alternate
shifts so afforded each other complete privacy when they needed to sleep.
“I don’t know mate.
This is going to sound totally ridiculous, but I’m being haunted by a freezing
cold girl in a wet dress !”
“How long?”
“Must be about a week
now. Yeah… I remember the sea was incredibly still and I thought I could hear
whales in the distance. The next thing, when I went back to the cabin, there
was this girl lying on my bunk. She didn’t speak … well I thought she was
dumb.”
Paul took a deep
breath, “You know, I think you’re being visited by a sea witch."
“Seawitch?”
“Seawitch, Siren. Nasty
things. Once they latch onto you, it’s very hard to shake ‘em off. They
absolutely love the taste of semen.”
“Semen?”
“Yes. Apparently it’s
full of protein and very good for their throats. They have the most incredible
singing voices.”
“I thought that they
lured sailors to their deaths?”
“No, not in these
parts. What they do is wear a man down ‘til he goes stir crazy or impotent.”
“Well how did this one
find me?”
“Dunno mate. Can you
remember what you were thinking about that night?”
“Nothing in particular,
only that I was missing the company of a
very good friend.”
“Female?”
“Just a bit.”
Well that’s your
answer. These sirens pick up thoughts like radar. When the conditions are just
right, they can sense the presence of a red blooded male and just home in on
you. Why do you think half the men on board on here seem to be gay? They’re
acting that way to protect themselves.”
Tony looked at Paul in
disbelief.
“Tony, trust me on
this, in these parts, people are very superstitious. I’ve known builders in
Iceland to make nighty degree bends in roads to avoid disturbing a tree just because it belongs to a Fairy.”
“Okay then. So how do I
get rid of this siren?”
“Trolls.”
“Trolls? This is
becoming a joke!”
Paul puffed his chest
out indignantly. “The Norwegians take Trolls very, very seriously. They scare
away most spirits.”
“Yeah, right. And how
exactly am I supposed to summon up a Troll?!!”
“You don’t need to do that. Ideally a large
toy troll that you see in the Norwegian shops would do the trick. Sirens are
like bats. Because they live in the sea, their vision is quite poor but they
get around by using a radar perception. It’s enough to confuse them into
thinking it’s the real thing.”
“It may have escaped
your notice, but we are right in the middle of the sea and not due to go back
into port for at least another fortnight,” Tony sarcastically retorted.
“Hmm… See what you
mean. Perhaps we could download pictures of Trolls from the internet?”
“You’re off your rocker!”
Tony snapped. “Look, I’ve got to get going. I’m just going to have to think
this through.”
After Tony had finished
his shift, he spent some time on the internet gleaning what he could about
Norwegian folklore. People reacted to mythological entities out of fear of the
unknown and fear tended to breed hostility. He certainly wasn’t scared of his
nocturnal visitor, but he found her presence very disturbing. If Paul was
correct and the Sirens could understand thought messages, he would try to
communicate with her tonight.
He returned to his
cabin and relaxed on his bunk, contemplating on what he would say. He wrinkled
his nose. The familiar marine odour heralded the shimmering presence of the Sea
Siren.
As she manifested into
view, Tony concentrated his thoughts to instruct her to stay where she was, at
the end of his bed. She quietly acquiesced, so Tony, encouraged by his
breakthrough, attempted to convey that he didn’t welcome her visits.
He could tell from her
downcast expression, she was disappointed in this reaction to her. Tony then
indicated that the smell in the room was equally unpleasant and visualised a
large bouquet of roses. The Siren’s face lit up as she grasped what he was
trying to convey. She raised her hands palm upwards and closed her eyes in deep
concentration. A gentle breeze suddenly enveloped around him, scenting the air
with a heady, exotic floral fragrance.
Tony nodded his
approval to this tiny sea witch, and in response, she tiptoed towards him to
kiss him on the forehead. As she leant her face towards his, Tony, struck by
her childlike vulnerability, tilted his head upwards to kiss her inviting lips,
not realising that he had been bewitched into a further seduction.
Within seconds, he unzipped
his jeans to allow himself to be fondled, kissed and stimulated to orgasm. He
could almost feel the sea witch purring with self -satisfaction over her
duplicity, as she gulped down his ejaculate.
Tony was exhausted when
she disappeared. He normally relished the mellow , soporific feeling
immediately after he had made love, but this was so different. Blood pounding
in his temples and gripped by a cold clamminess coursing throughout his body, he
tried to quell the urge to vomit.
Outside, there was a
rapid knocking on his cabin door, and he could hear his boss, Mark, calling his
name.
Tony groaned to himself
and pulled his duvet across his body to cover his dignity, before the door was thrust
open.
“What is going on here?
This room stinks!” Mark gasped, as he stepped into the cabin. He studied Tony,
visibly shocked at the ashen pallor of his face against the deep black circles
developing under his eyes.
“You look rough. Are
you okay?”
“I’ve been better,”
Tony muttered. “Could you get me a glass
of water?”
Mark opened the
porthole to let in some fresh air, then filled a tumbler with water.
I heard Paul asking the
lads if anyone had a troll he could borrow, and when I asked him what he needed
it for, he told me that you had a visitor.”
“That’s one way of putting
it.” Tony gratefully sipped his water.
“A sea woman, siren, whatever you want to call her, seems to be haunting
me. Whenever she appears, she abuses my body and I can’t resist her.”
Mark drew in his breath
and gave out a low whistle. “I’ve heard of sirens, but to tell you the truth, I
thought they were extinct. From what I do know, this is serious. Siren’s have a
voracious appetite for men. They don’t leave them alone until they’re totally
incapacitated. Once you can’t satisfy her, she’ll move on to the next man and
then the next. They reckon that’s exactly what happened on the Marie Celeste. They’ve never been able
to prove it, but what did happen to the crew of that ship?”
“Thanks for the vote of
confidence. So what do you suggest? Paul seemed to think that trolls were the
answer.”
“Paul’s been watching
too much Doctor Who. We’re talking deities here and they’re in a completely
different league.”
“Can’t you abandon the
trip?”
“Only as a very last
resort and I don’t want the rest of the crew to start a mass panic. There’s too
much riding on this trip. Look… I’m signing you off sick and I’ll move Paul to
another cabin for his own safety. Can you keep this to yourself and I’ll have a
word with Paul?”
“No problem.”
“Look, I’ve gotta go,
but I’ll look in on you later.” Mark stood up and opened the door. “We’ll work
something out,” winking optimistically as he left.
*
As soon as the door
closed, Tony heaved himself out of his bunk, staggering to the small bathroom
to take a long hot steaming shower. He knew he should eat something but this
permeating fish odour was nauseating. He changed into fresh clothes and left
the cabin to make his way to the deck. It was unusually quiet. Tony surmised
his fellow shift workers must be working in the lab below deck and relished the
peace.
A slight gust of wind
swirled around him and then a familiar icy touch. The girl, in her wet green
dress, stood next to him again.
“Please,” Tony pleaded,
“leave me alone…not here…please.”
He gripped the
railings, arching his back as icy fingers deftly tugged down his tracksuit
bottoms and boxer shorts before rapidly pleasuring him to orgasm.
His stomach and guts
violently contracted causing Tony to scream out as he twisted his body to retch
into the sea below. His knees suddenly buckled as he collapsed to the deck
clutching his stomach, before falling into unconsciousness.
He awoke sometime
later, tucked in between clean sheets in the sickbay, his boss Mark , watching
him from the chair opposite.
“How are you?”
“Dreadful. That woman
is killing me,” Tony groaned.
“Hang on in there. I’ve
thought of something that may just do
the trick.” Mark leant over, placing a large jar of honey on the bedside table.
“Honey? How’s that
going to help?”
“Well, I got to
thinking…Back home, when me and my girl get together, she really gets off using
spray cream on my loving tackle – sweetens the taste and all that. Well, this
siren really likes the salty taste so maybe she doesn’t like sweet things. If
you remember, honey is the food of the Gods and years ago the Sirens lost a
singing competition to the Muses and so were banished to the sea. Stands to
reason they should hate the taste of honey.”
“Well I haven’t many
other options have I? Okay, clear off now. I don’t need an audience!”
“I’ll be right outside.
I’m not going anywhere.” Mark reassured.
Tony pulled back his
cotton sheet and generously smeared his genitals with the honey.
“C’mon Sweetheart. Look what Tony’s got for you,” he
invited.
Within seconds the
siren shimmered into view, giggling with glee as she saw Tony waiting for her.
She studied his body
before delicately touching him.
“Go on, “ Tony
encouraged, “this is going to be really nice for you.”
She bent down to sniff
the stcky goo and pulled away.
“Please, Tony persisted.
“It will be really nice. Trust me.”
The siren lowered her
head again, greedily encasing his erection with her mouth, savouring the new
flavour before pulling away, shrieking with shock.
Tony watched with
morbid fascination, as she whirled around the room in anguish, her features
putrefying into green slime splattering the walls, ceiling and floor.His
stomach heaved with the overwhelming stench, his heart palpitating at the
grotesque spectacle.
Mark burst back in the
room, recoiling at the scene. He propped the door open and surveyed the room
again. “I guess you could call that a result! How are you buddy boy?”
Tony looked at him, his
mouth twitching into a grin, before responding, “Could do with a long hot
shower followed by a very cold lager. Thanks mate!”
The
End
