haremfaery
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Samantha Richards (nee Ross) was the happy new bride of the perfect man. He was a few years older, extremely handsome (at least in her eyes), intelligent (a must for her), and (much to her surprise) independently wealthy. But most important, he was funny and witty and they laughed frequently.
They met in college, he was in the Master's program, she was an undergrad working her way through school with some grants and loans. She worked in the library. He needed some books for a paper and enlisted her help. The rest was history.
It wasn't until he popped the question and she said yes that he revealed just how comfortable his financial situation was.
Their destination beach wedding was perfection. White sand, turquoise water, hot sun, cool breezes. The reception was magnificent. In a ballroom high in the hotel overlooking the sunset over the bay where her Prince Charming's private yacht awaited for the start of their honeymoon.
Samantha, Sam to her friends, was in a haze of happiness. Or maybe it was the bottomless glass of champagne she held. She was too busy making sure she spoke to every guest in between doing all the traditional wedding reception things, first dance with her new husband, dancing with her father, cutting the cake... She didn't have more than a few bites of her dinner. But somehow her champagne glass was always full.
She remembered dashing out right after throwing her bouquet--her friend Julie caught it. Boarding the yacht. Fevered kisses as her husband helped her out of her gown leaving her in her white bridal corset, stockings and undies. He left her to relax on the bed while he captained the ship a suitable distance from shore before he would return to her to commsumate their sacred vows.
She had enver been in a yacht before, but it seemed a little choppy to her. Luckily, she was not one to suffer from motion sickness. Maybe a honeymoon at sea wasn't such a good idea after all.
She must have dozed, but came fully awake at the sound of an alarm. Her head was pounding--she had far too much to drink, she was sure of that now. Her balance was off and her brain still wasn't processing things properly. She ran barefoot to the deck and was surprised at how cold it felt now that the sun was down. She didn't know what time it was.
"What's going on? What's wrong?" She shouted.
The deck pitched and she was thrown down hard. A wave splashed over the side and drenched her. The next thing she knew, she was in the water swimming for her life. She couldn't see the yacht. She had no idea which was to swim and even if she did, how could she climb back on board?
She was a fighter and she wouldn't just give up and die. But eventually, she was too tired to even tread water. She accepted the cold embrace of the sea and wondered if she would meet a mermaid on the way down to the depths.
Some time later...
She slowly came to. Both her head and body aached. She could hear the surf in the distance, seagulls overhead. Rough sand against her cheek as she lay sprawled. Her lungs burned as her chest heaved, taking in fresh, sweet air through her parched lips and raw throat. Salty sea water roiled in her stomach then rushed up and out through her nose and mouth, burning the already sensitive tissues all along the way. She retched a few more times then coughed even longer. She tried to get up, but collapsed back onto the sand and passed out again.
And later still...
Sam woke up again, she could still smell the salt air. Her lips and throat were so dry. "Water, I need water." She croaked out loud trying to get her thoughts in order. She had to move, to find water but her body wasn't responding. As she struggled she realized it wasn't her body that wasn't responding. She was bound, wrists and ankles. "What?" She struggled harder and tried to focus on her surroundings as the room spun and her head pounded.
They met in college, he was in the Master's program, she was an undergrad working her way through school with some grants and loans. She worked in the library. He needed some books for a paper and enlisted her help. The rest was history.
It wasn't until he popped the question and she said yes that he revealed just how comfortable his financial situation was.
Their destination beach wedding was perfection. White sand, turquoise water, hot sun, cool breezes. The reception was magnificent. In a ballroom high in the hotel overlooking the sunset over the bay where her Prince Charming's private yacht awaited for the start of their honeymoon.
Samantha, Sam to her friends, was in a haze of happiness. Or maybe it was the bottomless glass of champagne she held. She was too busy making sure she spoke to every guest in between doing all the traditional wedding reception things, first dance with her new husband, dancing with her father, cutting the cake... She didn't have more than a few bites of her dinner. But somehow her champagne glass was always full.
She remembered dashing out right after throwing her bouquet--her friend Julie caught it. Boarding the yacht. Fevered kisses as her husband helped her out of her gown leaving her in her white bridal corset, stockings and undies. He left her to relax on the bed while he captained the ship a suitable distance from shore before he would return to her to commsumate their sacred vows.
She had enver been in a yacht before, but it seemed a little choppy to her. Luckily, she was not one to suffer from motion sickness. Maybe a honeymoon at sea wasn't such a good idea after all.
She must have dozed, but came fully awake at the sound of an alarm. Her head was pounding--she had far too much to drink, she was sure of that now. Her balance was off and her brain still wasn't processing things properly. She ran barefoot to the deck and was surprised at how cold it felt now that the sun was down. She didn't know what time it was.
"What's going on? What's wrong?" She shouted.
The deck pitched and she was thrown down hard. A wave splashed over the side and drenched her. The next thing she knew, she was in the water swimming for her life. She couldn't see the yacht. She had no idea which was to swim and even if she did, how could she climb back on board?
She was a fighter and she wouldn't just give up and die. But eventually, she was too tired to even tread water. She accepted the cold embrace of the sea and wondered if she would meet a mermaid on the way down to the depths.
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Some time later...
She slowly came to. Both her head and body aached. She could hear the surf in the distance, seagulls overhead. Rough sand against her cheek as she lay sprawled. Her lungs burned as her chest heaved, taking in fresh, sweet air through her parched lips and raw throat. Salty sea water roiled in her stomach then rushed up and out through her nose and mouth, burning the already sensitive tissues all along the way. She retched a few more times then coughed even longer. She tried to get up, but collapsed back onto the sand and passed out again.
And later still...
Sam woke up again, she could still smell the salt air. Her lips and throat were so dry. "Water, I need water." She croaked out loud trying to get her thoughts in order. She had to move, to find water but her body wasn't responding. As she struggled she realized it wasn't her body that wasn't responding. She was bound, wrists and ankles. "What?" She struggled harder and tried to focus on her surroundings as the room spun and her head pounded.