... sets of chains occupying each end. There were rows and rows of strange objects on the wall, most resembling a short rod. Ariel had a nagging feeling she knew what they were. She had a similar rod in her room that she used to masturbate at night. Turning she saw her father in the doorway with a strange expression on his face. Ariel looked up at him with a frightened expression on her face.
“Father what is all this? Why did you bring me back here?”
Triton smiled and raised his trident.
“You will find out soon.”
Suddenly something grabbed Ariel from behind. Looking down, she saw that the chains from the table had come to life and grabbed her. They seemed to be made of a strange rubbery material almost like a sea sponge except they were grey and shiny. Then the chains began to drag Ariel back towards the table. Ariel tried to struggle against the chains but to no avail. Triton laughed and grinned.
“Those chains are made from a rare sea sponge called Sea Iron. They are as strong as metal, but can be controlled by me. You can’t escape.”
Ariel kept trying to struggle never the less, but it did her no good. She was dragged onto the table and she felt the chains tighten, pinning her to the hard cold surface. Triton leaned over her and began running his eyes over her with obvious delight and lust. Ariel struggled against her bonds and tried to plead with her ...