Hey, Nymph!

- by Alvo Torelli, 2017

(Author's Note: This is a sequel to the Mesmer's Bauble stories: I, Nymph: Arrival and I, Nymph: Repression/Corruption. You might want to read those first.)

"Hey, Nymph!" a man called from across the street. Shahwa froze in place and stared, wide-eyed, at the handsome fellow. He was about twenty, tall and fit. "Look what I've got!" the man said. He stepped forward, stumbling slightly as if he was drunk, then pulled a massive erection out of his pants - nine or ten inches of fat, throbbing cock. "It really needs some special love! Come on little nymph, I'm desperate, please!"

Every inborn instinct in Shahwa's gorgeous nymph-body screamed at her to run across the street and give the poor man the sexual release he so obviously needed. Six months ago she would have done it - six months ago she did do it, with disastrous results. But today Shahwa knew a nymph-baiter when she saw one. Shahwa might look like an incredibly sexy, curvaceous, naked and naive seven-year-old, with waist-length neon blue hair, but Shahwa was no dummy. She'd learned her lesson the hard way, and if it hadn't been for her new sister, Qíngyù, she would still be learning her lesson - if she wasn't already dead.

Shahwa turned and ran. She knew she couldn't possibly outrun a fit human male. She was too small and weak and with her amazing blue hair she was too easy to track. Besides, she knew the man wasn't alone. But that was all the more reason to run - run and run as fast as her naked little body would carry her.

It started a few months after the Purity Party narrowly won the Presidency and a majority in both the House and Senate - on a platform of fear and hatred of those who were different, all based on repeated lies and rabble-rousing. The threat du jour - nymphs! Nymphs were destroying the economy, perverting the young, mocking family values, and threatening the very fabric of society! The bombastic new President quickly forced a set of new laws through the congress, stripping nymphs of their basic human rights and forcing nymph registration. Aviaries were outlawed on the grounds that they were training grounds for sexual terrorists and thus the nymphs were forced out on their own, to fend for themselves without proper training or support. There were rumors of scientific and military experiments designed to control and weaponize the nymphs. The Party was split on laws to round up all the nymphs and force them to live in military reservations. But until that happened, the door was left open for the nymph-baiters.

Shahwa's training had barely started when her Aviary was destroyed and scattered and she was forced to live on the streets. Her instincts were still raw and uncontrolled. After only four days on the streets, naked, hungry and alone, she was easy prey for the nymph-baiters.

The man had appeared harmless enough. He was a little bit drunk - even naive Shahwa could see that - but his forlorn need was so intense and the erection he waved about was so very, very attractive. "Hey, nymph, here nymph, help me out nymph!" the man had yelled over and over as he waved his erection about. Shahwa had never heard of sildenafil citrate. She had no idea an erection like that could be artificially enhanced. All her instincts told her it meant the man was in desperate need of her help. And so she crept out of the shadows of her alleyway and skipped lightly up to him, reaching her little child-like hand out to soothe his need. She never saw the others who came from behind and slipped the sack over her blue-haired head, pulling it all the way down to her feet before she could even scream. The needle that poked through the fabric and into her perfect round ass stung, but only for a moment. Shahwa lost consciousness almost at once.

When she awoke, Shahwa was confused and disoriented. It took her a moment to understand that the world had turned upside down - no, Shahwa had turned upside down. She was hanging by her ankles, her thin, pretty legs stretched wide! In a panic she twisted and turned only to discover that her arms were firmly bound behind her small back - wrist to elbow and elbow to wrist. It was terrifying! She tried to scream, but the cloth gag in her pretty mouth prevented her from making a sound. Why would they take away her delicate, sensitive hands? Why would they fill her mouth with a vile, dirty rag? Shahwa was a nymph! How was she supposed to give pleasure and soothe people without her fingers and lips to assist her? Shahwa's long, luxurious neon blue hair fell down from her childish head and face, the tips just brushing the dirty floor beneath her as she helplessly swung to and fro.

Shahwa forced herself to try to calm down. Her heart was beating like a hummingbird's. She had to get out of this place! She needed to find out where she was? What did they want with her? Trying to take stock of her situation, little Shahwa looked about her more carefully. She was shocked to find three more nymphs hanging upside down, just like her. To her left was a beautiful little nymph who looked no more than six-years-old, with amazing pink pixie hair. By twisting her neck and body painfully she discovered two more nymphs just behind her, who appeared to be eight-year-old twins, both with shoulder length, shockingly orange hair and amazingly curvaceous little bodies, even tiny breasts. All of the nymphs were just coming back to consciousness and working through the same panic and confusion as Shahwa.

The four captured nymphs had only a moment to gather their wits before a quartet of angry men came stumbling into the room, all of them holding pints of beer. Shahwa recognized one of them as the man who had been wailing on the street and waving around his impressive erection. They were all about the same age, mid twenties. Three of them were tall and reasonably good looking, but the last man of the group was short, corpulent and sweating profusely - and he was the one carrying a duffel sack.

"What a great haul!" Mr. Erection proclaimed with a slurred voice. "Four in one night!"

"And hot, too! The two little ones are going to fetch a high price," one of the tall men answered.

"Damn straight!" Mr. Erection answered. "Now let's have a little fun before we head to the auction house. The spoils of the hunt, boys!"

"Hells yes!" the fat man said with a gleam of nastiness in his eye. He plopped the duffel onto a table and unzipped it with a flourish. "Let's have a real nice time."

The four bound child-like nymphs shivered in confused terror as they watched the fat man pull an assortment of strange devices out of his sack.

There are several ways to torture a nymph, if one is depraved and hateful and twisted enough to want to do so. But far and away the worst is to pervert the very essence of what it means to be a nymph - the perfection of pleasure, freely given.

"Take this, nymph scum!" Mr. Erection shouted at Shahwa as he slid the huge plastic phallus into her always wet, tight cunt. It wasn't the size of the beast that overwhelmed the little nymph's mind - it was the total unnatural wrongness of it. Her cunt was there to give pleasure, pleasure to a human! This terrible invasion of her body with a mere thing was wrong! It was so wrong! It was horrible. Her mind reeled and her body twisted at the ends of the chains that held her by the ankles. She tried to scream through her gag. Then the horrible man turned on the dildo's vibrator, stimulating her even further and every muscle in her lovely little body spasmed and cramped. The man slowly slipped the second vibrator down into Shahwa's tight ass, enjoying the look of terror and disgust on her pretty face. She was ready to lose her mind completely. Nothing could possibly be so terrible as this double, unnatural assault on the parts of her that were only meant to provide for the pleasure of others.

"Look at the little scum-bitches twitch!" one of the men said.

"I almost wish I could hear the nasty little beasts screaming" said the fat man.

"Jesus, that's so fucking hot!" yelled Mr. Erection. "It never gets old, does it?"

Shahwa realized that all four of the captured nymphs were twisting in agony - with identical huge dildos embedded deep inside their pussies and bums. As she flailed around she caught glimpses of the men and the other nymphs, but her terrified, tortured mind could barely process what she was seeing. The men were naked. The men had huge erections. The men were enjoying the nymphs' terrible agony. What was wrong with them? What had she ever done to them but offer to help and give them true pleasure?

"Look at the little vermin! They're barely animals," Mr. Erection yelled to his friends.

All four men were standing close to the tormented nymphs, their dicks firmly clasped in their fists as they stroked up and down with glee. Then each of them let fly huge ribbons of hot cum, aimed to lance across the bodies and faces of the captive nymphs.

A searing pain hit Shahwa as Mr. Erection's cum exploded out of his long dick and lashed across her chest and face. The hot semen, delivered in hate instead of pleasure, felt like acid burning into her smooth skin. As it dripped down it continued to sear her. She screamed and screamed into her gag until mercifully, she fainted - overcome by the intensity of her rapacious torture.

Shahwa and the tiny pink-haired nymph, whose name was Kiim, were auctioned off to a fat, balding man of about sixty. They knew him at first only as Master and it wasn't until much later that Shahwa learned he was actually Senator Hastings, one of the leaders of the new Purity Party and the author of the anti-nymph bills that had swept through congress with the help of President Plump. With the bills passed and the nymphs' rights reduced to less than the rights of dogs, the Senator was free to own as many nymph-slaves as he pleased and no one could stop him. Even better, as far as Hastings was concerned, as the nymph-baiters rounded up more and more of the sweet little nymphs, only the rich elite who had started the Party could afford to own them and make a profit from them. Shahwa, with her olive skin, deep brown eyes and amazing blue hair was quickly Hastings' favorite - favorite to use and torment.

You have to be careful with nymphs. Their power to control, through intense pleasure, is profound. If it wasn't for the fact that all they really want in the world is to give pleasure, erotic wonderful bliss - then they could easily rule the world. But nymphs are simple creatures, for the most part. Still, Senator Hastings knew better than to let one of his slave-nymphs get the better of him. He controlled the little things like a conductor controls an orchestra. Unfortunately for the nymphs, and especially Shahwa, Hastings was a deviant, who found pleasure in proving his dominance through pain, humiliation, degradation and torment.

Hastings cleverly let Shahwa and her new sister, Kiim, bond together, knowing that he could use their mutual affection against them. Then he tore them apart, letting each of them know that he would torture the other if they didn't follow his every command. Day after day, tiny Kiim pleasured her new Master, without trying to control him, while he forced pretty Shahwa into the most degrading acts of wanton abuse. Little Kiim would expertly suck and lick and fuck her Master to the highest ecstasy of orgasmic bliss as the Senator watched poor Shahwa being raped by horrible, unnatural machines - bound on the floor in humiliating positions. She was treated like an animal, and often forced to mate with them as well. But worst of all - Shahwa was forced to wear clothes! No nymph should ever be forced to do something so vile and disgusting!

Then there were the parties. The other big-wigs in the Purity Party gathered regularly at Hastings' D.C. mansion and brought along their own nymph-slaves for mass orgies filled with disgusting, unnatural perversions. Shahwa, with her exotic looks, was often the main entertainment at these events.

The Purity Party grew in power very quickly as Hastings and a couple of his cronies used their nymph-slaves, and especially Shahwa, to corrupt and control more and more members of government - Supreme Court Justices, Attorney Generals, Members of the House and Senate and also many of the most influential scions of the business community. Soon the Party was unstoppable. And with every passing day, the poor nymphs across the country fell into deeper and deeper misery.

One day Shahwa sat on the floor in misery. At least they'd let her take off her accursed clothes after a long day of corrupting yet another federal judge with her small, childish body and her uncanny lips, fingers and sex! But now a thin steel chain was wrapped around her ankle and kept her chained to the foot of her Master's bed. Once again, she was forced to sit and watch as Master held little Kiim down and pounded his fat cock up into her childish round ass. There was no pleasure in the act, just humiliation and pain, and Shahwa knew that little Kiim was just as miserable as she was.

A movement caught the corner of Shahwa's eye, where there should be no movement - the window of Master's penthouse apartment. Shahwa gasped, then covered her mouth, when she saw a rope dangle outside the window, then disappear, then a small mass came hurtling towards the window. The window shattered into a billion pieces and a body flew through the space where the window had been, hit the floor, rolled over once and leapt to its feet. Shahwa couldn't believe what she was looking at!

The nymph with the furious glare on her face looked to be no more than nine, thin, but strikingly muscular. Her skin was as pale as snow, her features were starkly Japanese and her shoulder length hair was bright, neon red. And amazingly for a nymph, her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Even more surprising was the leather strap cutting across her chest in a diagonal between her tiny nipples. The strap's use became apparent as she reached over her shoulder and drew her katana from its scabbard. The ninja-nymph was the most ferocious and frightening thing Shahwa had ever seen - that is until the little nymph swung her fearsome blade straight at Shahwa! Shahwa screamed in her little-girl voice, but the flashing blade simply parted the chain around her ankle, freeing her without drawing a drop of her blood.

"What the fuck is..." Senator Hastings yelled from the bed, where he was still balls deep in the ass of tiny Kiim. Her little arms were stretched out and she gripped the covers of the bed in trembling fists. But the evil Senator's bellow was cut short when the ninja-nymph sprang onto the bed like some Olympic gymnast and Hastings found his eyes crossed at the tip of her katana.

"Yokubō! Do not kill the Senator. At least not yet."

Shahwa squealed, startled at the sound of another voice in the room. Spinning around she found yet another nymph standing on the sill of the seventh story window. Looking ten or even eleven-years-old, the new nymph had a regal bearing and flowing hair the color of daisies. Her features were asian, perhaps Chinese and she held herself with confidence. She looked from the ninja-nymph, who must be Yokubō, to Shahwa, and gave her a dazzling smile. Jumping lightly from the window sill, she skipped across to Shahwa and gave the child a deep, pleasing kiss.

"I am Qíngyù," the new nymph said gently, "and we are here to rescue you, my beautiful friend. And you as well," she said, leaping easily to the bed to kiss poor Kiim who was still impaled on the Senator's cock, although that member had shrunk greatly in the face of Yokubō's fearsome sword. "But first," Qíngyù continued, "we must deal with this... man."

The tip of Yokubō's razor sharp sword pressed between the fat man's eyes and he quickly scrambled backwards up the bed, freeing Kiim and falling onto his back. Yokubō pressed forward and pinned the terrified man to the bed. She stood straddling his chest, giving him a perfect view up between her thin, childish but muscular legs. Then she quickly dropped to her knees and smothered the Senator's face with her dripping cunt. She ground her sex into his face and the man began to twitch with excitement. His eyes flared, his arms waved wildly and his erection came back to life with a vengeance. With no hesitation, beautiful Qíngyù lowered herself onto the fat cock and began to fuck the man with wild abandon.

In seconds, Senator Hastings was convulsing and writhing in an uncontrolled orgasmic fit. He drank Yokubō's pussy juices and filled Qíngyù's womb with his old seed. Even as the two nymphs withdrew he continued to twitch and his eyes rolled back in his head. Shahwa and Kiim hugged each other close as they looked at the terrifying scene. They were sure the old Senator was having a heart attack. And they were nearly right.

But Qíngyù knew what she was doing. As the ninja-nymph silently stood guard, Qíngyù took hold of the fat man's face with both hands and whispered into his ears for a long time until his breathing slowed, the twitching stopped and finally, mercifully, the old man fell into a deep slumber.

"Come! We must fly!" Qíngyù said to the two frightened nymphs. Then she led the nymphs to the high window, carefully avoiding the broken glass. Shahwa was terrified. What could these strange, violent nymphs be planning to do to them - throw them out the window to their deaths? But at Qíngyù's insistence, she climbed onto the other nymph's back and held on for dear life. Kiim was similarly persuaded onto the back of Yokubō and the two asian nymphs grabbed the dangling ropes and climbed away from the penthouse apartment like monkeys on vines.

Shahwa had escaped!

The fall of the Purity Party was much swifter than their rise. The Party literally tore itself to pieces as leader of the party inexplicably turned against one another over nearly every issue, no matter how petty. Unable to govern, the Party was voted out of control of the congress in only two years and President Plump was impeached almost immediately afterwards. It was the fastest rise and fall of political power in the country's history. Nymph-baiting was quickly made illegal and full human rights were returned to the beautiful new race. Unfortunately, nymph-baiting continued for many years, in secret - as there was a steady foreign demand for nymph-slaves. The practice wasn't fully eradicated until the Accords were signed. It was only a decade later that the important role of Qíngyù's secret Aviary of Justice during this critical juncture in post-bloom history was brought to light through the writings of one of Qíngyù's human co-conspirators.

- Excerpt from Nymphs and the Growth of the World Government

Shahwa ran and ran, her blue hair sailing out behind her - a beacon for the nymph-baiter to follow. And follow he did. She could hear his feet pounding the pavement behind her, getting closer and closer. And she knew that his team would be closing in around her, cutting off her avenues of escape.

Shahwa smiled! This was even more fun than she had anticipated. The adrenaline rushing through her tight youthful body was exhilarating. She dug down deep for a burst of joyful speed and rounded the corner, exactly on time.

The Aviary of Justice, hidden deep in a heavily wooded wilderness, was the most amazing place Shahwa could ever have imagined. She and Kiim were welcomed there with open arms, lovely kisses and all the usual attentions a nymph loved so much. And there were humans there, wonderful humans dedicated to saving the race of nymphs from the likes of Senator Hastings and President Plump. Shahwa threw herself into the training they offered her at the secret Aviary, soaking in all the knowledge and working hard to prepare her mind and body for the many tasks needed to free her people. She also had a great deal of knowledge about the inner workings of the Purity Party, which she freely shared with Qíngyù and the other leaders of the Aviary of Justice.

Shahwa tried to learn how to fight, a strange experience for a nymph. She even tried swordsmanship, under the ever-silent, beautiful Yokubō, but it was not for her. She preferred the ways of the body - the ways of pleasure. She practiced those skills on any humans she could find - and many were more than happy to help her. One young teen boy in particular, became Shahwa's near constant companion and love toy. At only fifteen, Jack was a tall and strapping youth. His short blonde hair and white skin were striking in comparison to Shahwa's olive skin, tiny bearing and flowing blue hair. The poor boy was madly in love with the tiny nymph.

A month after her arrival in the Aviary, Qíngyù declared Shahwa finally ready to go on her first raiding party - and of course Jack insisted he be allowed to go with her.

The nymph-baiter rounded the corner no more then five feet behind the streak of blue-haired naked goddess. He knew he had her now. She was cornered and trapped! But wait, why was she standing there, looking back over her shoulder at him with a wry smile as his two partners surrounded her and cut off her escape. Something was wrong!

"Yo, dude!" the nymph-baiter heard a voice behind him and he whirled to find a shirtless, aryan looking boy of fifteen or sixteen, nearly as tall as he. The fighting staff in the boy's hands was far less friendly than the smile on his face. "I think that little one might be a bit more than an asshat like you can handle."

Whirling back, the nymph-baiter discovered his entire team was surrounded by a motley group of humans and nymphs. There was a terrifying but beautiful little thing with a katana on the opposite side and a look on her face that said she would be more than happy to use it. He and his men were outnumbered two to one - but still, there was only one human. Surely his team could handle a bunch of tiny nymphs and there would be that many more for the auction block! "Get them!" he yelled.

A few seconds later the nymph-baiter and his two companions were all stretched out on the ground, naked, bound and shaking from a combination of terror and ecstasy. All of them were too overwhelmed with forced pleasure to notice the bruises, scrapes and bleeding cuts they'd received in the brief, one-sided skirmish. Shahwa creamed her sweet cunt into the leader's face while her pink-haired new sister Pokhot licked the length of his impressive erection. His companions were similarly being corrupted by Yokubō, Kiim and the long-lost, but recently rescued twins - Syahwat and Libog.

There had been a raging debate in the Aviary of Justice over how to deal with the nymph-baiters: destroy them or try to rehabilitate them. With wordless actions, Yokubō led the group that simply wanted to kill the nymph-baiters outright. Shahwa, despite her terrible experiences at the hands of the nymph-baiters, joined the non-violence faction led by Qíngyù.

Shahwa arched her back with intense pleasure as the leader of the nymph-baiters swirled his tongue through her tiny snatch. He was desperate to drink her sweet nectar and he shivered from toe to scalp. Shahwa's skinny legs gripped his head like a vice, but she made sure that he could hear her words as she took over his sex-addled mind. These nymph-baiters would never again threaten or capture a defenseless, beautiful little nymph. Shahwa used the formidable weapons that were her little body and the bodies of her sisters to make sure of it.

A few hours later, after Shahwa had delivered her report to Qíngyù and the other elders, she skipped across the sward towards her appointed nest, filled with joy at the success of her first raiding party. She spun and leaped, dancing through the thick flowers, and letting her amazing bright blue hair swirl about her naked body like a spray of delicate flowers. She froze, lustful excitement suffusing her perfect body, when she heard the voice of her favorite boy toy call out to her. Jack! Oh! She was going to have such a good time in their love nest. She sprinted ahead towards a night of wonderful lust when she heard him cry out again.

"Hey, nymph!"

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