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Lucy Luckless sat in her small sloop, muttering to herself as she sat on the bow fishing for her dinner. She had come to the lake with big dreams; she had rumours of strange creatures living in the lake, and armed with a waterproof camera, a scuba suit and a tenacity to succeed, she had hoped to become world famous by capturing a water-based cryptid on film. But instead of fame and fortune, she had discovered that the rumours of the lake's magical properties had been greatly exaggerated, and she had soon run out of money and hope in short order. Not even able to afford a hot meal, Lucy had taken to fishing to feed herself, all the way growing more and more bitter at her bad luck.

As she cast her line again, Lucy let out a big sigh and grumpily looked over the calm, glassy surface of the lake. It was pretty its own way, but also taunting, hinting at so much hidden beneath the surface yet yielding nothing. And that included fish; Lucy had not had a bite all day. Maybe it was time to pack it in, to move on for greener, less liquid pastures. Perhaps even getting a real job instead of seeking illusive fame through hunting mythical monsters. Perhaps … perhaps.

It was then that she hooked something. Broken from her funk, Lucy gleefully began reeling in the line, wondering what she had caught. A salmon? A cod? Maybe an ancient lake based megalodon that would solve all her problems. Her mind was racing as her catch broke the surface-

“Oh, the heck?” Lucy said, holding up her catch. It was not a fish, nor any sort of treasure; instead, it appeared to be a rather large, and rather soggy, triple meat hamburger. Despite its waterlogged condition, it seemed fresh, and surprisingly well made considering where she had found it. Which left who with one reaction, “Oh, the heck?”

“Hullo!” said a voice behind her. “Can I have my burger back?”

Lucy Luckless leapt. Spinning around, she could scarcely believe her eyes as a curvy woman with a fishtail where her legs should be pulled herself up onto the sloop. Her skin was pale and glistening wet, her hair dark brown with blue streaks dyed through it, worn tied up in a thick ponytail with a pair of long bangs hanging down passed her distinct earfins. She was dressed in a tight fitting black rubber top and matching miniskirt, and wore a black choker around her throat. On her sides were long gill slits, to aid her in breathing underwater, and her tail was a pale blue colour that ended in a wide, pale cordal fin. The mermaid gave a wide friendly grin, one that still worried Lucy due to her mouth filled with sharp, pointed teeth, then pushed her blue framed spectacles up to the bridge of her nose and addressed Lucy.

“Hullo, I'm Rae,” the mermaid said. “Seriously, can I please have my hamburger back?”

“You're … you're … you're...” stammered Lucy.

“Hungry,” Rae said, nodding.

Lucy's mind raced, searching for the proper response to the sight of a rubber clad mermaid. It then settled on a course of action, and that action was to grab some rope and leap upon Rae. She worked quickly, tying the mermaid's hands behind her back and lashing her elbows together. She even wrapped the rope around Rae's tail, just to be sure. She then stuffed a large balled-up rag into Rae's mouth and secured the gag with a length of cloth.

“I can't believe it!” Lucy giggled. “A mermaid! I captured a mermaid! I'm going to be rich!”

Lucy paced along the sloop, her mind racing on what to do next. Upload a video to the internet, call some scientists, call the press? She had to play this right to maximize the fame and fortune her lucky captive would bring her. Rae watched Lucy, mumbling something unintelligible behind her thick gag, a curious twinkle in her eye. Lucy ignored it though, she was too busy dreaming of the riches she'd make.

“Okay, now play it cool,” Lucy said, calming herself down and looking out to the shore of the lake. “No need to rush things, our fishy friend is going nowhere-”

The splash behind her suddenly filled Lucy with dread. Spinning around, she was horrified to see lying on deck of the sloop a coil of rope and a discard rag and, most importantly, no Rae. The mermaid had absconded, along with Lucy's hopes and dreams. Lucy rushed to the side of the sloop, peering into the water.

“Please, please resurface,” she moaned. “I'll give you your hamburger back...”

As she searched the water for any sign of the mermaid, a grunt sounded behind Lucy, and she turned and was shocked to see Rae once again climb into the boat.

“Rope and cloth,” Rae said, shaking her head. “Amateurish. Try these instead!”

She then threw down at Lucy's feet a set of thick leather straps and a large blue ball-gag.

“Wait … what?”

Rae waggled her way over to Lucy and snuggled up against her, fluttering her eyelids. “Come on, don't keep me waiting.”

Lucy, not really knowing how to respond, just quietly picked up the restraints and set to work applying them to Rae. She used a pair of wide leather cuffs to bind Rae's hands behind her, then ran a connecting strap up Rae's back to secure it to her collar. Licking her lips, Rae then opened her mouth wide to accept the big blue ball into her mouth. Lucy secured it in place by buckling the gag's straps at the nape of Rae's neck, then slumped back against the side of the sloop as the mermaid wiggled happily in her bondage.

“What … what is going on,” Lucy muttered, turning around and reaching in to the lake to splash some water onto her face. It seemed the mermaid did not mind being captured, and in fact rather enjoyed it. Rubbing her eyes, Lucy turned back and discovered that Rae had once again disappeared, the leather straps and ball-gag lying on the deck next to the rope. “What … what is going on,” Lucy muttered, wondering what she had done to deserve this.

Rae soon re-emerged from the water, climbing back onto the sloop, this time carrying a shiny latex straitjacket and matching hood, along with a bottle of lubricant. “Now this will really hold me,” Rae said with a seductive smile. “I'll be all restrained and helpless and fuckable. Fuuuuuckable. Its a nice sounding word, isn't it.”

“Uuuuuuuuuh,” Lucy managed before Rae shoved the straitjacket into her arms.

“If you'd be so kind,” Rae purred, though Lucy was sure fish shouldn't pure. Having no real options but to comply, Lucy dutifully slipped the straitjacket jacket onto Rae, guiding her arms into the sleeves before closing the jacket behind her back with a thick zipper and a series of straps. Rae grinned as the straitjacket conformed to the shape of her curvy torso, leaving nothing to the imagination. Rae then dutifully rapped her arms around her own waist, allowing Lucy to use the belts on the end of the sleeves to strap her arms in place, buckling them extremely tightly.

“Oooh, that is nice and snug!” Rae cooed. Lucy sighed and went to put the hood on the extremely kinky mermaid, but Rae stopped her with a stern look. “Gag first! Don't you know how to do this? Gag, then hood, then you can have your wicked way with me!”

Lucy whimpered, nodded, then retrieved the ball-gag from the deck, strapping it securely between Rae's willing lips. Lucy buckled the gag tight, much to Rae's delight, then took the latex hood and pulled it down over Rae's head, pulling her ponytail out through a hole in the top of the hood. Lucy laced up the hood so that it became a near second skin for Rae, lining up the two small mental-rimmed holes with the mermaid's nostrils to not inhibit her breathing. Rae squealed with delight, squirming in her bondage, her mind thinking up all the erotic things Lucy could do to her. But rather than taking advantage of Rae, something else happened.

Of all the things she was expecting, Rae did not expect to hear a splash, even though it was slightly muffled by her tight latex hood. Confused, Rae carefully twisted her body, easily slipping loose of the straitjacket and slipping off the hood and having a quick look around.

Lucy was no longer on the sloop; instead, she was swimming as fast as she could toward the shore of the lake.

“Hey, come back!” Rae called after her. “What a spoilsport!”

Rae flopped down and crossed her arms, annoyed at Lucy's weird behaviour. But after a brief pout, the mermaid looked on the bright side: she at now had a sloop of her own, though she wasn't sure what she would do with it. And, possibly more importantly, she had her hamburger back.

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Lucy Luckless sat in her small sloop, muttering to herself as she sat on the bow fishing for her dinner. She had come to the lake with big dreams; she had rumours of strange creatures living in the lake, and armed with a waterproof camera, a scuba suit and a tenacity to succeed, she had hoped to become world famous by capturing a water-based cryptid on film. But instead of fame and fortune, she had discovered that the rumours of the lake's magical properties had been greatly exaggerated, and she had soon run out of money and hope in short order. Not even able to afford a hot meal, Lucy had taken to fishing to feed herself, all the way growing more and more bitter at her bad luck.

As she cast her line again, Lucy let out a big sigh and grumpily looked over the calm, glassy surface of the lake. It was pretty its own way, but also taunting, hinting at so much hidden beneath the surface yet yielding nothing. And that included fish; Lucy had not had a bite all day. Maybe it was time to pack it in, to move on for greener, less liquid pastures. Perhaps even getting a real job instead of seeking illusive fame through hunting mythical monsters. Perhaps … perhaps.

It was then that she hooked something. Broken from her funk, Lucy gleefully began reeling in the line, wondering what she had caught. A salmon? A cod? Maybe an ancient lake based megalodon that would solve all her problems. Her mind was racing as her catch broke the surface-

“Oh, the heck?” Lucy said, holding up her catch. It was not a fish, nor any sort of treasure; instead, it appeared to be a rather large, and rather soggy, triple meat hamburger. Despite its waterlogged condition, it seemed fresh, and surprisingly well made considering where she had found it. Which left who with one reaction, “Oh, the heck?”

“Hullo!” said a voice behind her. “Can I have my burger back?”

Lucy Luckless leapt. Spinning around, she could scarcely believe her eyes as a curvy woman with a fishtail where her legs should be pulled herself up onto the sloop. Her skin was pale and glistening wet, her hair dark brown with blue streaks dyed through it, worn tied up in a thick ponytail with a pair of long bangs hanging down passed her distinct earfins. She was dressed in a tight fitting black rubber top and matching miniskirt, and wore a black choker around her throat. On her sides were long gill slits, to aid her in breathing underwater, and her tail was a pale blue colour that ended in a wide, pale cordal fin. The mermaid gave a wide friendly grin, one that still worried Lucy due to her mouth filled with sharp, pointed teeth, then pushed her blue framed spectacles up to the bridge of her nose and addressed Lucy.

“Hullo, I'm Rae,” the mermaid said. “Seriously, can I please have my hamburger back?”

“You're … you're … you're...” stammered Lucy.

“Hungry,” Rae said, nodding.

Lucy's mind raced, searching for the proper response to the sight of a rubber clad mermaid. It then settled on a course of action, and that action was to grab some rope and leap upon Rae. She worked quickly, tying the mermaid's hands behind her back and lashing her elbows together. She even wrapped the rope around Rae's tail, just to be sure. She then stuffed a large balled-up rag into Rae's mouth and secured the gag with a length of cloth.

“I can't believe it!” Lucy giggled. “A mermaid! I captured a mermaid! I'm going to be rich!”

Lucy paced along the sloop, her mind racing on what to do next. Upload a video to the internet, call some scientists, call the press? She had to play this right to maximize the fame and fortune her lucky captive would bring her. Rae watched Lucy, mumbling something unintelligible behind her thick gag, a curious twinkle in her eye. Lucy ignored it though, she was too busy dreaming of the riches she'd make.

“Okay, now play it cool,” Lucy said, calming herself down and looking out to the shore of the lake. “No need to rush things, our fishy friend is going nowhere-”

The splash behind her suddenly filled Lucy with dread. Spinning around, she was horrified to see lying on deck of the sloop a coil of rope and a discard rag and, most importantly, no Rae. The mermaid had absconded, along with Lucy's hopes and dreams. Lucy rushed to the side of the sloop, peering into the water.

“Please, please resurface,” she moaned. “I'll give you your hamburger back...”

As she searched the water for any sign of the mermaid, a grunt sounded behind Lucy, and she turned and was shocked to see Rae once again climb into the boat.

“Rope and cloth,” Rae said, shaking her head. “Amateurish. Try these instead!”

She then threw down at Lucy's feet a set of thick leather straps and a large blue ball-gag.

“Wait … what?”

Rae waggled her way over to Lucy and snuggled up against her, fluttering her eyelids. “Come on, don't keep me waiting.”

Lucy, not really knowing how to respond, just quietly picked up the restraints and set to work applying them to Rae. She used a pair of wide leather cuffs to bind Rae's hands behind her, then ran a connecting strap up Rae's back to secure it to her collar. Licking her lips, Rae then opened her mouth wide to accept the big blue ball into her mouth. Lucy secured it in place by buckling the gag's straps at the nape of Rae's neck, then slumped back against the side of the sloop as the mermaid wiggled happily in her bondage.

“What … what is going on,” Lucy muttered, turning around and reaching in to the lake to splash some water onto her face. It seemed the mermaid did not mind being captured, and in fact rather enjoyed it. Rubbing her eyes, Lucy turned back and discovered that Rae had once again disappeared, the leather straps and ball-gag lying on the deck next to the rope. “What … what is going on,” Lucy muttered, wondering what she had done to deserve this.

Rae soon re-emerged from the water, climbing back onto the sloop, this time carrying a shiny latex straitjacket and matching hood, along with a bottle of lubricant. “Now this will really hold me,” Rae said with a seductive smile. “I'll be all restrained and helpless and fuckable. Fuuuuuckable. Its a nice sounding word, isn't it.”

“Uuuuuuuuuh,” Lucy managed before Rae shoved the straitjacket into her arms.

“If you'd be so kind,” Rae purred, though Lucy was sure fish shouldn't pure. Having no real options but to comply, Lucy dutifully slipped the straitjacket jacket onto Rae, guiding her arms into the sleeves before closing the jacket behind her back with a thick zipper and a series of straps. Rae grinned as the straitjacket conformed to the shape of her curvy torso, leaving nothing to the imagination. Rae then dutifully rapped her arms around her own waist, allowing Lucy to use the belts on the end of the sleeves to strap her arms in place, buckling them extremely tightly.

“Oooh, that is nice and snug!” Rae cooed. Lucy sighed and went to put the hood on the extremely kinky mermaid, but Rae stopped her with a stern look. “Gag first! Don't you know how to do this? Gag, then hood, then you can have your wicked way with me!”

Lucy whimpered, nodded, then retrieved the ball-gag from the deck, strapping it securely between Rae's willing lips. Lucy buckled the gag tight, much to Rae's delight, then took the latex hood and pulled it down over Rae's head, pulling her ponytail out through a hole in the top of the hood. Lucy laced up the hood so that it became a near second skin for Rae, lining up the two small mental-rimmed holes with the mermaid's nostrils to not inhibit her breathing. Rae squealed with delight, squirming in her bondage, her mind thinking up all the erotic things Lucy could do to her. But rather than taking advantage of Rae, something else happened.

Of all the things she was expecting, Rae did not expect to hear a splash, even though it was slightly muffled by her tight latex hood. Confused, Rae carefully twisted her body, easily slipping loose of the straitjacket and slipping off the hood and having a quick look around.

Lucy was no longer on the sloop; instead, she was swimming as fast as she could toward the shore of the lake.

“Hey, come back!” Rae called after her. “What a spoilsport!”

Rae flopped down and crossed her arms, annoyed at Lucy's weird behaviour. But after a brief pout, the mermaid looked on the bright side: she at now had a sloop of her own, though she wasn't sure what she would do with it. And, possibly more importantly, she had her hamburger back.