A million dollars? And I knew of around two dozen mermaids down here in a similar state as us. It must be extremely profitable, this business. Human trafficking, but without any humans involved. The voice continued, explaining how we would sleep without drowning, even though there was only one breathing tube.



“Deanna may remember the pain when we replaced your balls with our control unit. At the same time your former penis was stretched into a special tube, which has some familiarity with a dolphin's manhood. Your control unit will regulate the blood flow to your new appendix. We call it the connector.



“Femke will definitely remember an even more painful experience, when we mounted a receptor with her own control unit inside her womb, straight through her vagina. It is also connected to a main artery. When it's time to sleep, Deanna's connector will be inserted in Femke's vagina, and connect to her receptor, after which a two way blood flow is established between your bodies.



“Whomever is attached to the breathing tube will share oxygen rich blood that way with her partner. The other will connect to the feeding tube and share nutrients through her blood. We will make sure this is a pleasurable experience for both of you. You will be connected for exactly twelve hours. After that time you will want to use the ‘bathroom’ facilities, that will dispose of any bodily waste it can extract from you.



“Both connector and receptor are designed to isolate nerves in the body and hook these up as well to the other person. Over time you will start feeling each other, and we have seen our earlier mermaids even having shared dreams, and a form of communication. We understand this to be an extreme thrill. So please be aware, that as a punishment we can take these shared feelings away again. Your predecessors have begged us to restore the nerve connection and accepted double pain for misbehavior. It will be your owner's decision.”



I suddenly realized what was at stake, as much as I couldn't believe this stuff was even possible. But a mental connection with Femke for twelve hours would be worth all the harassment we could expect during the other twelve hours. I couldn't help smiling and saw it in Femke's face as well. The voice on the other side must have seen it as well, as she continued in a much friendlier voice.



“Very well. I think we will all get along nicely, as long as you follow the rules. We know that each of you would have paid a fortune to live as a mermaid, your dream come true. That's why we selected you in the first place. We keep track regularly of mermaids we've sold before, and most are thankful for the life we've given them. We don't allow perverts or sado's to participate in our auctions, so you have a good chance your next owner is a mermaid lover, just like yourselves.”



It was the end of the introduction into our new lives. It was also bedtime apparently, and my connector, my dolphin dick, or my snake, as I soon called it myself, started appearing from my own slit. Femke positioned her body against mine, and the snake disappeared in her slit, going deeper and deeper, until it connected with her receptor.



We both knew when it connected, and made us one being. As the voice had been talking, we had switched back and forth to the breathing tube, Femke being the last to use it. The moment our systems connected, the tube locked in her mouth. I panicked for a few seconds as I realized I couldn't breathe anymore, but somehow nothing bad happened. I didn't start to swallow water or anything, my body simply got going.



The feeding tube sneaked its way to my mouth, and inserted itself in, then locked as well. I could feel a slow stream of liquid drain to my stomach. Soon my blood would be feeding Femke as well.



A slow sensation of pleasure overcame us, and Femke moved her cheek against mine, as we both moved our arm tentacles around each other. I suddenly felt very tired and I wondered if there was some sleeping drug mixed in my feeding, but before I thought of checking out Femke's face to see if she was sleepy as well, I went under.



I dreamed of Femke and me being together, and a strong love accompanied that dream. Up to a point that I was physically affected by that love, and I could feel my pussy pulse with excitement. The feeling was multiplied by her own vibration, and together we were on our way to a high. As I woke up I had lost control over my senses, and I could feel her cum, as I came myself, at exactly the moment that our connection was broken.



I had never cum like that, my whole body involved, and my tail thrashing against her tail. I didn't notice how my snake pulled out of her, and disappeared in my own slit. But as we both came down, our mouthpieces came out, and suddenly I remembered where I was.



It wasn't like I needed a breath right away, but I knew I had to get my system of breathing going again, so I connected and took a huge gulp. The feeling of suddenly breathing again was weird, but I knew I would be doing so again for the next twelve hours.



Our first day of training was indeed about efficiency with our air supply. And for me, it was also to learn to swim more effectively. Although I didn't think I would ever be as graceful as Femke. Apparently most of what we did was approved of, as we both felt pleasure in our crotch area a few times. I felt a shot of pain once, when I felt hungry and tried to use the feeding tube. After that I assumed that feeding was just done during our sleep cycle.



In the weeks following it was clear that life was simplified for us. Sleep, feed, share and practice. It was like I could feel the bones in my legs dissolve, as my swimming became more natural and even graceful. Likewise, my arms, tentacles, whatever you want to call them, started doing more and more of what I wanted, helping while swimming, but particularly rewarding when Femke and I twisted our tentacles around and around each other. We more and more enjoyed our togetherness.



Although I was convinced now that our feeding contained a sleeping agent, we looked forward to our bonding each night. The voice had been right about feeling each other through our connected nerves. During our orgasms right before disconnecting I could no longer tell my feelings apart from hers, but it only made it more erotic. We dreamed the same thing already, and in our dreams we managed to communicate more or less.



It's hard to say if it was real or just my own imagination in my dream, but one night Femke suggested in my dream that right after we disconnected, I'd use my right tentacle and tip her nipples three times. I suggested that in reply she would push the tip of her tentacle in my slit.



We were both in awe when it happened as we had dreamed it, and we knew the connection between us was real. In our captivity we had created a bond that would have never happened under normal circumstances. I couldn't wait for our next sleep cycle.



But first, our monotony of the day was interrupted. A panel opened in our aquarium and the voice in our head told us to swim through it. We had no problem following that order.



We swam through a long tube and ended up in a huge swimming pool and we finally met other mermaids. Every one of them was beautiful, and they all swam in pairs. I stayed as close as I could to Femke.



Most were swimming in big circles, something not possible in the aquariums. And most were speeding up more and more, like we did, for the first time able to use our tails to the fullest. Another new thing was that we could simply surface to breathe. But our training had been so severe already that everyone stayed mostly underwater, only surfacing to get one large breath in.



I was probably not objective, but from the ten mermaids I counted, including us, Femke was absolutely the most graceful swimmer. And to make a statement, I guess, she suddenly slapped her tail full power, and simply jumped out of the water, clearing the surface fully before she dove back in.



I was in awe, as everyone else, and tried to mimic her. I thought I used all my power, but only my top half came out, and when I looked around that wasn't even the worst. Some made a big splash, but mostly while diving back under, and slapping their tail down. Soon everyone looked at Femke, if she'd do it again, and so she did. Not once, but as she dove back in the water and she came out again, clearing the surface once more.



If nothing else, it broke the awkwardness of everyone staying to themselves. Mermaids swam from all directions at us, some slapping their tentacles at us, like we were friends already. And that's exactly what happened.



Suddenly there was a beach ball on the water surface, and one slapped a tentacle on it and as it moved someone else swung a powerful tail against it, making the ball almost disappear from the pool. After that, it became more organized and the ball went from mermaid to mermaid.



Finally, there was a whistle, and the voice sounded in all our heads. Everybody lined up at one side of the pool. We were exercised hard, doing drills, swimming full speed across the pool and back. Then short curves and braking hard.



After several hours the ball came back and a net was put up and we played a sort of volleyball, five against five, and never with your own partner. Later I figured it was to create some team spirit, but I was glad I got reunited again with Femke.



Different games and exercises followed, like a relay, again five against five. Or who could swim the farthest without taking a breath. In the end, everything we did was to make us better mermaids, faster, stronger, more efficient with air. And at the end of the day three more managed to jump from the water, though none as high as Femke.



In the weeks after we trained harder and harder. The groups were never the same, but it was clear to me there were twenty mermaids total. I remember having seen single mermaids before, but they were never part of our group.



Unknown to us at the time, we were following every order to the best of our abilities, whereas we thought our goal was to build team spirit.



It was a simple matter to everybody that Femke was the best swimmer, the strongest and the most graceful. Had I not known her as a human, I would have thought she was born a mermaid. And many of the other mermaids seemed to think exactly that.



How do I know? Simple. One day I was paired with a beautiful black skinned mermaid, and suddenly I could feel my snake appear from my slit. The black mermaid did not hesitate and pushed her belly against me, and my snake went all the way inside her. When we connected, I could already feel that we didn't share blood, just our nerves.



And what never was possible with Femke, as we always slept while connected, I could not only feel her, but also sense her. It took awhile before we actually communicated, and somehow we swam as a pair, surfacing automatically to take a breath.



Her name was Annabella and I managed to get my name over to her as well. “Hi Deanna”, was her first sentence, and my reply was, “Hi Annabella”. Somehow our communication channel was very simple, as we only managed to exchange very basic information. I learned her partner was Cecilia and they were very much in love. She loved my white skin as I loved her black skin, and we both agreed the colorful skin on both our partners was awesome as well. It was like only small talk was possible before we finally disconnected.



After that I had my first real-time communication session with Femke, and after confirming our love, we discussed Annabella and Cecilia, who had connected with Femke.



All afternoon we connected with different partners, although I never “talked” with Cecilia. Until it finally made sense. Cecilia had a snake like me, and thus we were not compatible. Femke had come to the same conclusion.



Two days later I connected to Maureen for the first time, and it was no happy smalltalk. She had anger inside her, for having to live in capture. I'm almost embarrassed to say that I had forgotten about being here against our will. We were warned about punishments and pain and being sold and stuff, but we had really started to enjoy our new bodies, our intimate bond, sharing dreams, and training to become better mermaids, mostly with pleasant rewards.



I wasn't sure how to deal with that anger, and somehow I picked up on a plan to escape. She'd pull down a trainer with her tentacles, who came too close to the edge, and then use her cellphone to call 9-1-1.



I was shocked at first, but then I started wondering. Maybe, just maybe, the police would believe her, but how would they get in, and find the lower levels. And if they did, would we really be free? Or would we be even more scrutinized and dissected in some lab? As weird as it may sound but I felt more comfortable for our future with our current owners.



I don't know how much of my train of thoughts were submitted through our connection, but suddenly Maureen pulled loose from me, anger on her face, and as she swam away, her tail hit me full in the face, knocking me out.