I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and reinvigorated, my adventures in the underground maze no more than a vague dreamlike memory. I wondered if it had really happened or if my companions had been correct in thinking it a symptom of banging my head.

Glancing out of the porthole, I decided that today would be a good day for a swim. The sun was bright and the sky cloudless and last night with George and Nico had been messy. I sauntered into the galley in a white polka dot bikini and grabbed a bougatsa to snack on before making my way to the starboard rail. We’d set anchor overlooking yet another small isle. I gazed across cerulean water, watching lazy waves roll up on the peach coloured sands of a narrow beach. Beyond that lay lush-looking woods atop small stone-faced bluffs.

A boat had been pulled up on the beach already. Apparently some of the men couldn’t be bothered to wait for me to wake before exploring this new paradise. Fortunately, my pout wasn’t wasted as Aristotle joined me, a bloody mary in one hand, freeing his other to fondle my ass.

“Good morning, little bunny.”

His accent was thick, sparking my desire as I admired his well-toned dark skin and long black curls framing an angular face. His smile revealed bright white teeth, and his bright blue eyes glittered as he drank me in with his gaze. I shivered, goosebumps pebbling my skin, my nipples poking against the material of my swimsuit.

“Morning, Ari,” I replied, fluttering my lashes coquettishly and smiling. Another girl might have objected at the way his eyes wandered from my bare ass to my tits and the bulge in his swim trunks. I, however, did not.

A sudden burst of sound from the water drew our gaze. Clicks and whistles. Leaning over the rail, I let out a soft squeal of delight as grey fins cut the surface of the water. A pod of dolphins. Maybe as many as a dozen paused, their smiling mouths open as they greeted us, splashing playfully.

“How beautiful!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands together, barely taking notice that my darkly tanned shipmate had just tugged on my bikini string, freeing my breasts. I wondered, my cheeks warming slightly, if he intended to give them even more of a show. Soon, I had my answer. The ties holding my bottoms up were also undone, leaving me naked and perfectly positioned for what happened next.

“Ari!” I exclaimed as I felt his large hand questing between my thighs. Instinctively, I spread my legs, giving him tacit permission to explore my mysteries further.

“Good girl.”

His voice was thick with lust, making me smile. One of the dolphins let out a trill of approval, or so I imagined. A moment later, as a thick finger found its target, I let out a soft moan of desire. My back arched and I began to rock my hips as I felt him entering me. One finger was nice. Two was nicer. Three was almost too much. My cunt clenched, spasming as a shiver overtook me and I let my eyelids drift close.

“You want my cock?” he asked, amusement colouring the lust in his voice.

“Yes, please,” I managed, whimpering as he replaced his fingers with a cock that filled me just as much. Not long, perhaps, but thick. I began to rock back and forth, gripping the metal railing with my fists.

He took his time. After all, there was no hurry, only there was. I was filled with a desperate need to cum as I felt his engorged tip closing in on that special place within my dripping wet cunt. Grabbing hold of my upper arms, he moved in and out of me slowly, each time pushing deeper into me, until I felt his hips pressing against my ass. Without warning I felt an eruption of pleasure shaking me to my core and let out a passionate cry. A moment later he filled me with his cum and I let out another, this one seemingly endless.

Eventually, I slumped against the rail, breathless, his cum squeezing around his softening cock and running down the insides of my thigh.

He pulled out of me and gave my ass a playful swat. I could hear the grin in his voice as he said something in Greek. I could only assume it was dirty. He took a moment to fondle my breasts and kiss me softly before pulling his trunks back up and then helping me with my bikini, his white teeth bared in a grin the entire time. And then he left me. The dolphins did too, and I watched wistfully as their fins cut through the water once more.

And then, I saw something else in the water. A streak of gold. It looked almost serpentine. Curious, I observed. It was too far below the surface to get a proper view. I could only guess at what it was. An eel, perhaps? Or a very large gold fish? It seemed to be heading towards the island. More specifically, towards the tide pools to my left, where the beach seemed to stop and a jagged rocky shore began. Not a good place to beach a boat. Intrigued, I gauged the distance. The sea was calm and I was a strong enough swimmer to navigate the crystal waters.

It was decided. I was curious about the gold shape as well as what the tide pools might hold. I would do a little exploring on my own and then join the others on the island.

The swim had not been strenuous. I pulled myself out of the water and onto a craggy rock, slick with salt water and various shades of algae, mostly variations of green and red, although some had a pinkish hue. Barnacles also clung to the rocks in little groupings. I wondered if it was random or if they had formed little communities.

Within the pools themselves was a colourful cornucopia of life. I spotted small crabs scuttling past urchins and anemones. Sea stars clung to the sides of rocks, seemingly content. I even saw a small orange-red octopus making its way from one pool to the other. Occasionally, I would see small fish darting nervously along the edges. Taking a moment, I sat on a rock, my feet dangling into the pool and gazed around me, wondering what had become of the mysterious gold creature I had spotted. Maybe it had been my eyes playing tricks on me. Or my imagination, fueled by the strange incidents I’d experienced so far. Or thought I had experienced. This time, however, I couldn’t write it off as too much Ouzo.

With a shrug, I decided that the denizens of the pools were much more interesting and went back to watching a hermit crab strolling slowly past my toes, my nails painted robin’s egg blue while I enjoyed the overheard sun warming me until I grew curious again and decided to wander about. A little further away there was a mass of dark stone rising from the water. A wall, although natural in origin, not man-made.

I made my way closer and then froze in place, surprised at a flash of gold disappearing into the smooth stone. Deciding to investigate, I came upon an opening above the surface of the water. A narrow cleft, barely wide enough for a very small person to navigate. In other words, it was Bonnie-sized. Curious, I entered, forced to move sideways. There was just enough ambient sunlight to see a few feet in and it looked like it widened enough to traverse it more freely.

A few things went through my mind. Obviously, it would be unwise to go any further. Any Girl Guide worth her badge would know better. I could become stuck. Or injure myself and be unable to escape. I had no light or tools or snacks. I knew that I should reconsider, and yet, I didn’t. I continued, eager for the adventure of discovery. It could, of course, simply be a small cave with nothing of interest. I would find some more crabs, perhaps some mussels. Sea snails. Broken shells. Or I could find forgotten treasure. I had no idea if pirates had sailed the Aegean Sea but it was possible. I filed away the thought, intending to ask when I returned to The Argonaut.

The cleft opened into a small cavern. More of a grotto. Naturally carved stone steps led down into a large pool of water, illuminated by softly glowing blue lichen. It looked somewhat magical.

“Lossst?” Someone, or something, hissed.

Startled, I let out a gasp, gazing around the dark grotto for the owner of the voice. What I saw was a flash of gold and ripples disturbing the water.

“Come clossser.”

A strange sensation washed over me. Almost like I was a little high. I could feel my pulse quicken and my heart beating a little too fast in my chest as I took a tentative step forward into the water.

“Where are you?” I asked, my voice so quiet that even I could barely hear it.

“Join me,” was the only answer I received.

I took another step so that the water was up to my calves.

“Clossser.”

Step by step the voice drew me on, coaxing me farther and farther into the pool until I was up to my waist in the shadowy water. Something touched me and I froze in place, startled. I felt it again. Something slick brushed my calves. The water was dark and the light within the cavern dim, but I thought I saw movement below the surface. Nervously, I glanced back the way I had come. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a wise decision. And yet, something compelled me, holding me in thrall and motionless. Breathlessly, I felt something brush against me once more, this time above my knees. This time the feeling didn’t fade. Whatever it was, if felt like it was slowly wrapping itself around my legs.

Concerned, I willed myself to retreat, but to no avail. I couldn’t move my legs. I felt something tightening, trapping me in the middle of the pool. And then, the surface of the water broke and a serpentine head rose. I let out a scream that was suddenly cut off as I met its gaze.

Its eyes were milky white, but colours swirled just below the surface. All the colours of the rainbow. It was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. I felt like I was floating in a sea of sensuality. Awash in eroticism. Something primal was waking within me. Something carnal. Unable to move, I simply stared as it wrapped its serpentine body around me, tightening and trapping my arms to my sides. I felt it pressing against my breasts, squeezing until I found it hard to breathe. It encircled my throat, tightening, threatening asphyxiation. Below the water I felt something slithering against my pussy, forcing itself between my cunt lips.

“You ssshould not have come here,” it hissed. “This is a sssacred place.”

For a brief moment its face changed to that of a beautiful woman with serpentine hair writhing on her scalp. Her eyes shone like emeralds and her lips were full and sensual. A sudden compulsion to kiss her took hold, so I did, my lips parting as her flickering tongue pushed past them, slithering into my mouth like a living creature.

The kiss lasted for quite some time. When it finally ended, I thought I might pass out from lack of oxygen. It didn’t help that something muscular and hard was working its way into my cunt, forcing my walls apart. It felt amazingly good. I began to tremble with pleasure.

“You will pay the priccce, mortal.”

“The price?” was all I could manage as her face turned into that of a snake once more, and then I could speak no more as I felt something coiling inside of me and brushing against my g-spot until I was teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm. It kept me like that for an eternity, or at least it felt like that. The coils around me tightened once more, and I fought for breath. I felt myself leaving my body, watching as this creature defiled me, silently begging for release. Nothing else mattered.

Convulsions began to wrack me. My cunt spasmed violently. I was so close, hovering on the edge of a powerful climax. I felt its coils tighten once again, and then slacken, allowing me to breathe desperately before cutting me off from precious oxygen once again. Its face morphed into that of a woman once more, small serpents writhing on her head, slithering through my hair and against my scalp as she claimed me with passionate kisses.

And then she lowered herself into the water, her serpentine hair writhing against my flesh, her tongue flickering over my nipples and belly and, eventually, my pussy.

My bikini bottoms were torn away from me. A moment later, I felt tiny teeth piercing my skin in several places. My inner thighs, my labia, my clit. It felt like they were injecting venom into me. I screamed. My skin was suddenly on fire, and waves of ecstasy began to crash through me, threatening to tear me to pieces. And still I couldn’t cum.

“Please,” I whimpered. I felt myself going mad with need.

“Thisss isss the price for tressspassssing,” she hissed, lifting her head from the pool, her smile cruel as she regarded me, her eyes once again milky white although her face retained its human form.

Suddenly, the coils relaxed, freeing me, and there was a soft splash as she slid down into the pool and disappeared from sight, leaving me edged and desperately wanting.

Without thought, my most primal instincts taking over, I plunged my hands between my thighs and rubbed my clit, shoving a pair of fingers into my cunt, desperate to find some relief from the fires she had awoken in me. I wept as I fucked myself, so close and yet unable to push myself over the edge. I am not sure how long I remained there, rubbing myself raw in an attempt to quell the hunger within. I lost all track of time and of self as I raged and wept, unable to make myself cum. Eventually, exhausted from my efforts, I collapsed, sinking into the pool, shivering and sobbing.

Eventually, the lust within me began to dissipate. Perhaps it had been the venom. Perhaps it had been her hypnotic gaze. Here was a small shelf on one wall of the cave. I made my way to it, clinging to the water-slick stone as I dragged myself onto it, half on, and half off, legs floating in the cool water as I gasped for breath.

I was spent and still unsatisfied, so I simply lay there sobbing until I had no tears left to shed. Finally done with crying, I sat up and pulled myself farther upon the stone, sitting up and glancing around, recalling a distant memory of finding ancient treasures secreted in the cave when I’d entered.

Something caught my gaze. A large jar lying on its side, half submerged. It was wedged between a pair of time-worn rock spikes. Cautiously, I freed it. It was made of clay, or so I thought, and was covered in symbols, none of which I recognized. Not Greek. At least I didn’t think they were. A mystery to unravel another time.

I cradled the artifact carefully and made my way from the grotto, squeezing carefully through the cleft, finding myself in the warming sun once more. This time, I had proof it had not been a dream, nor the result of bumping my head. Something supernatural or magical had happened.

I made my way past the tide pools to the beach where the men had pulled the boat ashore and waited. Eventually, they returned, filing out from the woods, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Michael led the way, grinning as he spotted me sitting next to the boat. He was followed by his son, Jason. My breath caught at the sight of him. Bare-chested and tanned, his head covered with unruly black curls. Marc and Christos followed, each carrying a hemp bag. They looked full. Perhaps the fruits they had been collecting. Alexis brought up the rear.

“Bonnie!” Jason called out, his leisurely pace becoming a trot, his bare feet kicking up the sand as he outpaced his companions. As he approached, I noticed his gaze lower as he let out a soft whistle.

“You seem to have misplaced something,” he said, grinning.

Blushing, I realized I hadn’t recovered my bikini briefs after my encounter with the serpent, and my smoothly shaved pussy was on display!

“I lost them. Exploring,” I mumbled, my cheeks warming as he picked me up and planted a hungry kiss on my lips.

“I am tempted to take you right here on the beach,” he whispered in my ear. “But I am afraid the others might become jealous. Of course, if I were to share you…?”

My breath caught at the suggestion, and my nipples tightened into visible peaks beneath my top as he pulled me against him. I could feel the bulge of his cock against my stomach as he cupped my bottom and lifted me until I was on tiptoe, his head bent down, his dark eyes glittering.

I felt a surge of lust spreading through me as our lips met, mine parting in anticipation of his hungry kiss while I fumbled with the zipper on his shorts. A moment later I had freed his cock and was rewarded with a groan of passion as I guided it to my dripping cunt.

He took me there, standing on the beach, in front of the others, shamelessly driving his thick cock into me until I felt him spasm inside me and fill me with his creamy cum.

“Such a wanton little slut,” he breathed, squeezing my bottom possessively as he lowered me to my feet. I barely had time to giggle breathlessly before I was pushed to my knees on the sun-warmed sand and presented with Alexi’s cock. With a sultry grin, I took it into my mouth, eager to fill my belly with his cum. I felt like an animal in heat as I sucked him off, my fingers shoved into my fuck hole as I desperately tried to get myself off without success.

Nor did I climax with any of the others. Each one had brought me right to the edge and yet was unable to tip me over into the abyss. By the time they were done with me, I was on the verge of frustrated tears, although I did my best to hide them. What was wrong? I had never once experienced anything remotely like this. My thoughts turned back to what had happened in the hidden grotto. The serpent’s bites. I was sure it had injected me with venom. Perhaps it just needed time to wear off…

Later that day, I examined my souvenir. It had been an eventful day, having sucked or fucked Jason, Alexis, Marc, Michael, and Christos on the beach. Not to mention my tryst with Ari and with the serpent earlier. None of my shipmates recognized the symbols on it. Nikos had commented that it might be an ancient language lost to time. That sounded like the most plausible explanation to me.

Reflectively, I examined the jar, or rather the urn, as Jason had named it. It felt heavy in my hands, making me wonder if there was something in it, although nothing seemed to shift inside it as I moved it about. I decided to pack it away, nestling it in a small box I’d rescued from the galley, wrapped in one of Jason’s shirts. For now it would remain the subject of curiosity. Perhaps, once we reached the mainland, I would look into having it translated.

I spent the night in Matthew’s cabin, his cock pumping in and out of my tight ass, filling me with his cum before collapsing and drifting off to sleep. As for me, I was restless. Every time I closed my eyes I could see the serpent’s face, morphing from snake to woman, and back again, its eyes sparkling with secrets as it held me in its coils, squeezing the breath from me as I finger fucked myself next to Matthew, still unable to make myself cum. Eventually, frustrated, I fell into deep slumber, the woman with the serpentine hair appearing in my unsettled dreams, whispering in a language I didn’t recognize and turning my dreams into nightmares.