“Rise and shine, Ariel.”

Anna groaned as a sharp slap across her cheek brought her back to consciousness.

Ursula stood above her, completely naked.

It all came back to her, and she shut her eyes again, not ready to look at the results of her mistake.  

“Come on sleepy head.  The guards will change soon and we don’t have nearly as much time to play as I’d like,” Ursula said.

“Mmmmmgg!” She cried as Ursula pinched her nipple, digging her nails into the sensitive nub.  Her eyes snapped open.  She had been stripped naked and bound spread-eagle to the bed in the conjugal trailer.  A quick glance around revealed that her pilfered hoody, jeans and t-shirt had been repurposed to bind her legs to the corners of the bed and her arms together above her head.  She assumed that despite her bonds’ improvised nature, the Sea Witch would make sure they served their purpose.  A quick but frantic struggle proved her theory.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Ursula purred, her fingertips tracing a circle around the bound redhead’s breast.

Anna groaned, shifting in her bonds.  Her eyes crossed as she tried to look down to see what she was gagged with.  Her mouth had been stuffed, cloth completely filling her mouth and cheeks, and something dug into the corners of her lips.  She could just see something thick and white cleaving between her teeth.  After a quick look at the white sheets, she guessed it was the pillowcase.

“Those are your panties keeping that magic tongue of yours at bay.  Well, yours and mine.”  Anna tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling.  That seemed about right.  “It be nice if I could make better use of it, but I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun without.”

“MMMMMPH!” Anna screamed, tensing every muscle as she tried desperately to pull her limbs free of the clothing holding her wrists and ankles.

“Damn, you’ve been working out,” Ursula said.  The witch squeezed Anna’s straining biceps and she ran a hand over her captive’s taught stomach.  “Last time I had you like this, you were skin and bones.  If you were this cut when you laid into me on the top of the LC tower, you might have killed me.  You’ve been working it.  Good on you.  I like a girl that keeps it tight.”

Anna snarled into her gag.  If she got free, she may very beat her to death with her bare hands, and Lady Sapphire wouldn’t be there to stop her.

Ursula climbed onto the bed, her naked body straddling the helpless heroine’s.  “Why are you really here, little Ariel?  Do you really want to dip your toe,” she reached over and grabbed one of Anna’s big toes, “into the infinite ocean that is magic, or did you come back for me?”  Her fingers traced across the sole of Anna’s foot, gliding over the denim wrapped tightly around her ankle, and skated up her leg, ducking behind her knee and following along the smooth path up her creamy thigh, arriving betwixt her legs.

The witch studied the heroine’s face as her fingers skirted around her toy’s outer lips.  Anna met her gaze.  She sighed.  “You’re dumber than I thought.  But I can still have fun with you.”

Anna closed her eyes again.  She prayed that the Sea Witch had been telling her the truth.  She had never lied to her, about her intent or anything for that matter.  The guard was going to change soon, and then their encounter would be over.  If she had to submit her body until that time came, so be it.  This was her mistake.  Ursula had lead her into this trap; she recognized this.  The Sea Witch had been hinting at meeting in person to exploit her powers from the get go, and she had blindly followed along.  



Macy looked at her phone and thought for the thousandth time about calling Anna.  It had been almost a week since the funeral, and been avoiding her adopted sister.  Her finger hovered over her new number for a moment before she turned the phone off and tossed it on the couch.  She felt like she should apologize somehow, but she had nothing to apologize for.  She hadn’t missed her sister’s girlfriend’s funeral.  She hadn’t not been there for her when she needed her most.

Anna had apologized for that.  Maybe she should apologize for lying to Anna when she told her that she had forgiven her for that.  But she wasn’t sorry about that.  She was allowed to be upset about that; she wasn’t holding her responsible for Ellen’s murder.

It was that moment that she realized she was.  No, she didn’t blame her; it had been the Sea Witch, and Anna had stopped her.  But just because she didn’t blame her didn’t mean she wasn’t upset with her.  

She picked the phone up and held it up.  Her face reflected back at her on the empty black screen.  She had used up all her bereavement time from work and had rolled into her vacation time, and while it felt like all she’d done was sleep the past few days, there were dark circles under her eyes.  She looked… haunted.

“Shit.”

She dropped the phone and fell to the floor, crossing her legs and sitting, leaning against the couch.  She grabbed her sweatshirt- Ellen’s sweatshirt- and flipped it up over her face.  It still smelled like her, despite being dirty and crusty from dried tears and snot from her crying into many times already.



Anna came again, screaming into her gag and tensing against her unrelenting bonds.  Ursula smiled up at her as she lifted her head from between her plaything’s spread legs, licking her lips.  “You just won’t quit,” she purred.

Anna really wished she would.  The orgasms themselves weren’t that bad, though the last one in particular had started to drag, her body inoculated to the physical pleasure and her mind numb to the endorphin rush of the climax at this point, and Ursula was just forcefully taking her through the motions, dragging her along, kicking and screaming the best her bonds and gag would allow.   But the constant feeling of humiliation was devastating.  She’d confidently waltzed into one of the most secure prisons, and a magic-less, shackled prisoner had knocked her out, stripped her, and she was now completely at her mercy.  If she’d at least agreed to the deal Ursula had proposed, she’d at least be on this bed of her own free will.  The circumstances might not have been better by much, but she wouldn’t be beating herself up for being so stupid.

Earplugs and lip-reading.  She dealt with the deaf and hearing impaired all the time.  She should have recognized the signs.  Hubris.  A little bit of vanity too.  She had considered how deeply the Sea Witch studied her lips as her creepy obsession with her, nothing more.  And now her lips were wrapped around hers and her captor’s panties, and Ursula’s lips were currently wrapped around her clit, skillfully maneuvered her to yet another exhausting orgasm.

She closed her eyes and rolled her hips, trying to get into it.  It was inevitable, and maybe getting some enjoyment was off the table, not that she felt she deserved it, but she could at least try and climax quicker.  She had no idea how long she’d been there, but their time had to be running out.  They couldn’t stay in the conjugal trailer forever.

Ursula flicked her tongue through Anna’s slick slit, drawing a shudder from her captive plaything as Anna thrust herself forward.  She plunged her tongue deep into the bound girl, making her cry out into her stifling gag, gyrating her hips.  Ursula worked her, bringing her to the edge.

And then she stopped.

Anna’s eyes snapped open as she looked down to see Ursula beaming back at her.  She moaned shamefully in desperation, needing the release the Sea Witch had so skillfully made her crave and then denied her.

“We’re probably short on time, and I haven’t fulfilled my end of the bargain.  Unless of course, you’d rather I finish what I started…”

There was a moment, a split second where Anna would have told her to finish.  She recognized exactly what Ursula was doing, but knowing didn’t change her traitorous body’s carnal need.

She forced herself to focus and did her best to level her gaze at her tormentor.  

Ursula pouted for a brief second before getting up.  “Very well then.  This will be much less fun.”  She found the pieces of the disassembled pen, the ink well having cracked and broken while she was picking the locks of her shackles.  She rubbed the spilled ink between her thumb and forefinger.  It was so much like the inky black magic she summoned up from the depths not so long ago.  Alas, that power was blocked from her, at least for the time being.

The Sea Witch climbed back onto the bed, straddling her naked nemesis.  “I had to break your pen, but I’ll try and make this as legible as possible.”

Anna watched her, keeping still, still trying to quell the aching need between her legs.  She focused on Ursula’s face, and her dark, blue eyes, trying not let her gaze drift down to her modest, perky breasts, her small, dark nipples, or even lower, where shaved pubic mound rested just below her navel.

Ursula scooted up Anna’s body, rubbing her moist lower lips over her captive’s abdomen.  The witch dipped the edge of her fingernail in the ink, and then began to write across Anna’s naked body, starting at her right shoulder and moving across.  She traced her nail ever so lightly across Anna’s smooth skin, periodically dipping it in more ink.

Anna tried to look down to see what was being written, but Ursula lifted her chin, forcing her to look up.  “Ah ah ah.  Wouldn’t want to smudge it.  You don’t want to be guessing with this spell.  It’s important to keep very, very still.”  As she said it, she spread her knees wider and wrapped her feet back, her bare toes dancing over Anna’s sex.

The helpless heroine yelped into her gag in surprise, jumping a little at the sudden contact.  Ursula was dipping her nail back in the ink, and didn’t smudge any of the writing.  “Careful,” she chided, rubbing her toes over Anna’s needy sex.

The redhead screwed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, moaning involuntarily into the panties packed in her mouth.  She couldn’t cum, not now, not like this, but she needed it.  Ursula toes were surprisingly dexterous, and very skilled.  The witch’s fingernail tracing across her skin, moving closer and closer to her breasts, wasn’t helping either.  

The witch pinched her engorged lips between her first and second toes, spreading them apart, opening her up.  Anna bit hard into her gag, stifling a cry as a toe entered her.  “Keep still,” Ursula reminded her trembling captive.  Anna breathed hard through her nose, trying to ignore the toes fucking her.  Ursula smiled and leaned over her, blowing across the ink to dry it, her cool breath lingering across her nipples.  Anna whined incoherently into her gag, and Ursula began writing again, her fingernail grazing over the gentle curve of Anna’s breasts.  

Anna tried to fixate on the ceiling of the conjugal trailer.  The beige ceiling tiles sported a plethora of stains, and Anna focused on just how gross her current situation was.  Her body was past such minor quibbles.  She took deep breaths through her nose, regulating her breathing.  Concentrate on something, anything else.  God damn Ursula’s toes were talented.

Anna screamed into her gag as Ursula grabbed her nipple and pulled hard, stretching her breast taught for a smoother writing surface.  She panted through her gag, her concentration shattered by the sudden pain in her tit, and she bucked her hips involuntarily, thrusting herself forward, forcing Ursula’s big toes deeper inside of her.

“Easy, little Ariel, almost done,” the Sea Witch said, accentuating it with a vicious twist of the poor girl’s nipple.  Anna tensed every muscle in her body and shut her eyes, willing herself to be still.  Ursula kept going, teasing her body and writing across her breasts.  It took every ounce of mental fortitude and self-control she had, but she ignored what was happening to her helpless body and kept still.  She opened her eyes again as Ursula’s fingernail didn’t return to her breasts to keep writing, and Ursula climbed up off of her.  “I’d love to finish you off now, but I really should be getting back to my cell.  I’m sure our time is about up.”  She pulled her jumpsuit back on and grabbed the manacles.  “Try not to smudge that ink.  You’ll want to get free before the guards come back in.  If they find you in here like this, there’s no telling what they might do to you.  They’re not allowed to have any fun with the prisoners, but could you blame them if they came into the conjugal trailer and found you all exposed and helpless?  I’m practically offering you up on a silver platter.”  Ursula flashed a wide smile as she locked herself back into her restraints.  “We should do this again; come back anytime.”  The Sea Witch walked out of the room to be taken back to her cell, leaving Anna still bound and gagged spread-eagle on the bed.

As soon as the door shut Anna began struggling furiously.  She had to get free before the prison guards came back.  Hell, even if they didn’t, she had to get out before they switched the cameras back on.  She’d already bungled this enough, she didn’t need to go about covering her tracks and telling people to erase security footage to hide her visit.  She pulled against the sweatshirt holding her arms above her head, trying to slip her hands free or maybe rip it.  She wrapped her foot around her jeans holding her left leg and pulled herself down on the bed, trying to get more leverage.  It dawned on her that she was sweating, and she worried what it would do to the ink.  She stopped and calmed down, taking a moment to focus and cool off.  Ursula knew what she was doing, and she wouldn’t be able to just thrash her way to freedom.  She switched tracks and focused on her gag, rubbing her cheek on her shoulder, trying to dislodge the pillowcase cleave gagging her.  She was getting nowhere fast, and she was starting to sweat again, a cold nervous sweat as she realized that she might be found like this.  She worked her jaw back and forth while rubbing the knot at the back of her head against the bed, slowly working the knot to the side.  She began rubbing her shoulder against her gag again, this time against the knot.  She was able to finally loosen it enough that she could push the two pairs of panties out of her mouth with her tongue, careful to spit them to the side and not get the drool soaked fabric on the writing across her chest.

“God dammit,” she breathed.  “God fucking dammit.”  She was no closer to being free, but at least she could speak if the guards came in.  And dammit, she was still really horny.

When the guards came back she was still bound.  She heard them at the door and told them to stop and wait.  Another few minutes of feeble struggling while self-conscious of the waiting guards, she had to admit defeat.

“Tell me your names,” she commanded them.

“Ben Harris.”

“Todd Miller.”

“Todd, stay where you are.  Ben, close your eyes and come inside.”  There was a thump as he bumped into a wall.  “Keep your eyes closed.  Turn to your left.”  She proceeded to guide him over to her and told him to free her arms.  Once that was done, she untied her ankles and took stock of her clothes.  She couldn’t really risk putting her bra or even her shirt back on for fear of smudging the writing.  She debated her damp panties a second before she put them back on and then pulled her jeans back up, and put on her socks and shoes while Ben stood and waited with his eyes closed.  She gingerly pulled on the hoody, careful to not let it touch her front.  She held it away from herself with one hand while she put back on her wig and sunglasses, and grabbed her shirt and bra and the tattered remains of her notebook, and told the guards to not mention this to anyone.  She left Ursula’s bra as a souvenir for the guards, but she took her panties.  She couldn’t leave that much of her DNA lying around, just in case.