Something caught her eye, a hint of movement, and she saw what looked like some sort of gem-encrusted shell duck out of sight, vanishing into a clearing of sand. Did some sort of subterranean creature dwell there? Or was it some Titan who liked to hide from view in the soft sands and study those who played above?
Meditating on what she had seen, Mina continued swimming, following her owners down the main tunnel to the pool that had first greeted her arrival here. The two Titans paddled with strong beats of their fins, accelerating their ascent before launching from the water and escaping onto the decks. Mina watched their forms through the distorting ripples of the surface. The two Titans were lifted out to their waist by their momentum, and grabbing the sides of the pool, they dropped onto their seats, swinging their legs up and rising to an erect stance. Straightening their forms they began removing the trappings of aquatic life. Naked slaves, adorned only with chastity belts, came forth to take their removed items and place them back in storage, serving the two Titans until they were naked save for their rings.
Meanwhile, Mina was growing concerned about her air supply; the beeping was alarmingly swift and extremely loud, pounding her ears with its urgent din.
‘Enter the collar, nymph,’ a voice commanded through her earphones, replacing the monotonous chorus of beeps. With an echoing impact a steel band struck the surface of the water and began sinking until the chain attached to it brought the dense cuff to a halt. The thick metal jaws lay open, the interior a padded cushion of foam rubber.
Mina swam towards it, and with a twist of her head she ensured her mane was free of the device’s clutches before she surrendered her throat to it. The collar closed of its own accord, locking shut and securing itself as the chain began to retreat, dragging her up towards the surface, her body slack as she hung limp from the hoist.
Her head emerged from the pool, her sight shimmering as water trickled down her visor. The pressure about her neck increased as more of her body left the pool, applying more weight to her point of capture. The padded rims dug into her jaw and the back of her neck as her limbs hung limp, dripping with excess moisture. Finally her feet emerged, her tail came free, and she was swung aside to hang over the floor. The chain lowered a little, setting her down on her knees before her owners, and the three nymphs currently serving their needs.
Tethys commanded them to undress Mina, and the women moved in. The straps at her back were set loose so her arms flopped to her sides, nerveless after their long containment, her flesh erupting with prickly riots of pain as sensation began drifting back into them. Her numbed limbs were drawn free of the gloves, the women manipulating her arms because she herself could not move them. Her hood was unfastened and drawn free, pulling the gag from her mouth and letting her pulsing jaws finally close. She breathed deep drafts of air, filling her lungs before licking her lips and yawning to exercise her aching flesh. Her air tank was removed, and the zipper at her back lowered, bringing an unexpected influx of distress to her torso, for the long pressure placed on her had become a familiar companion, and as it was removed a brutal throb answered its departure. Grimacing slightly, she endured the customary responses to prolonged bondage as the latex cocoon was peeled from her form. Her breasts were set loose and her bottom freed of the ringed aperture, leaving her naked and slack and supported by her head. Breathing evenly, she watched as Tethys and Oceanus wandered over to her wearing broad smiles of satisfaction at their plaything’s performance.
‘Did you enjoy your swim, slave?’ Tethys asked, running a hand through Mina’s short hair.
‘Yes, lady, very much, thank you for taking me with you,’ she answered respectfully.
‘Would you like a nice shower to get the salt water off you before dinner?’
‘Yes, lady, that would be lovely.’
‘There is a small affair tonight,’ Oceanus said. ‘One of the members from the mainland sect is coming here on his way home. We’re going to bring you along as our pet for this function. Some entertainment has been arranged, and it should be lots of fun.’
The collar was opened and two nymphs caught Mina before she collapsed. Her body was weak, and had to get used to walking on solid land subject to the law of gravity and her own weight again.
A door opened at the approach of the nobles, exposing a tiled chamber with two portals on either side of the far wall, each accessing the corridor that was the shower chamber. Rows of silver nozzles on the walls and ceiling were already spraying clusters of jets, the air wafting with curling tendrils of milky steam. Immediately on either side of the entrance, hidden in the corners, were sunken hot tubs, their waters bubbling with an almost carbonated mist above them. Glass cabinets on the wall held ranks of towels, while two alcoves offered a far different means of removing excess moisture.
A featureless stainless steel dome was sealed over two slave girls’ heads, the helmet descending to a thick posture collar, a small series of puncture holes flecking the area of their mouths so they could breathe. A fat chain at the crown of their prison reached back to the wall, tethering them both in place. Each of the slaves was sealed in her customary chastity belt, with cables reaching up from the floor to connect to their crotch pieces. The women also wore opera mittens made from thick and luxurious towelling, the soft sheaths rising up to their shoulders, where two straps ran across their collarbones to connect them. At the back of each one two more cables emerged and snaked back into the wall.
Tethys and Oceanus ignored what was to them no more than a mundane fixture and proceeded into the showers. Mina followed them, staring at the entombed women as she went. Then she turned back to her owners as they lifted their arms and accepted the drumming rain of warm water across their bodies. She shivered with pleasure as she, too, was pounded by the deluge. She turned around, letting the water flow all over her, washing away the lingering stickiness of salt water.
Through the dense shifting banks of fog obscuring the other end of the corridor, Mina detected movement. She thought perhaps other nobles were making use of the showers, but instead she saw four more slaves stationed there to see to the needs of the Titans. They wore the customary chastity belts, but their models had a ring strung between their legs to which had been attached two short chains. The lengths connected them to steel band fetters, preventing them from standing up straight; the best they could achieve was a slight stoop. Their arms had also been shackled and twisted behind them, their limbs locked by bands that placed their wrists together and fastened their elbows with a short chain, imposing a mock deportment stance as they thrust their breasts out against the demands of the bondage. Blindfolded with a wide strap of latex, they had to work from memory and sound, closing in on the nobles and applying their tongues to them.
Mina watched in wonder as a slave shuffled over to her, the slightest sounds of her movement attracting the blind woman. She could not tell if Mina was Titan or nymph, and she commenced her tonguing duties diligently. Mina shivered and leant against the wall as she felt the woman lapping at her feet, working her way up her calves and shins with long strokes. The waters flowed over them both, the heat pouring into their flesh as one nymph attended the other.
‘Are you enjoying that, slave?’ Oceanus asked while his own cleansing nymph adored his thighs.
The woman attending Mina paused, momentarily put out when she discovered what caste she was washing with her mouth. She was licking another slave, and although she clearly wanted to stop and reserve her attentions for those whom she worshipped and revered, she continued licking simply because it would please them.
‘Yes, lord, a most interesting alternative to soap,’ Mina replied, sighing as the backs of her knees were tickled with a deft, though slightly resentful, tongue. Then her half closed eyes flitted open as she felt hands on her.
Tethys had stepped up behind her and embraced her. ‘Maybe we’ll station you here for a few days, kept in chastity sucking on every Titan that come
s through,’ she whispered in Mina’s ear.
Oceanus joined them and cupped Mina’s chin, controlling her gaze as he forced it up to the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with her gasps as Tethys’s educated fingers played her skilfully and the nymph worked her tongue higher. ‘I don’t think she could last that long,’ he remarked. ‘She’s such a hungry little thing, I reckon she’d explode.’
‘I doubt she’d be starved for that long. You think any other Titan could resist the urge to strip away her belt and exploit those succulent tracts of hers?’ Tethys let one of her hands descend and grab the short hair of the shower nymph, drawing her face up and pushing it into Mina’s loins.
Mina rose up on tiptoe as she felt the warm wet tongue slip between her legs, turning from cleaning to dedicated cunnilingus. The oral attention was performed with staid effort, the nymph having little enthusiasm for servicing another of her own kind when she could be doing this to a Titan. But regardless of her lack of fervour, the strokes and kisses she applied were a monumental delight to Mina as she was held in Tethys’s arms and fondled by Oceanus while pounded by hot splashes of water from every angle.
Tethys reached over and drew Mina’s chin from Oceanus’s grasp, turning her head to kiss her, the two women exchanging passion as Oceanus chuckled and admired Mina’s form, running his hands over her, aroused by the image of his wife and slave interlocked in lust. Moving his own shower nymph, he drew her mouth onto his rising length. Her tongue and lips bringing him fully to life, his guiding hand slowed her down as her head began accelerating, her passion for her task clear. He savoured the moment, taking his time, drinking of his pleasure as he watched his wife and slave intertwined by their tongues, their elegant forms sparkling with streams of water.
‘That’s enough,’ Tethys stated, drawing back and moving the nymph from Mina’s sex before she could climax, stoking her slave’s desire but denying her relief.
Mina was tempted to ask for a continuation, but such disobedience might irritate her owners, and she wanted to remain strong before them. At present she was almost being treated as an equal, or at least placed above the standard slaves the couple made use of. If she kept her behaviour resilient, if she did not give them cause to discipline her, perhaps she could maintain her status for a long time. She would, of course, fail at some point, it was inevitable, but until then she could enjoy this elevated status.
‘All of you, finish up,’ Tethys ordered, causing the nymphs to recommence their more mundane task of cleaning.
The licks of the slaves rolled across their bodies, and Mina found it hard to resist the temptation to please herself with a sly finger while the woman deliberately lingered on her breasts. As the nymph suckled and fawned on her, she could guess she was trying to inspire Mina to such a rebellious deed, which would irk her owners and lower her in their esteem. But the nymphs could proceed no higher when they reached the throats of their patrons and settled back onto their knees.
Leading Mina out of the showers, her owners walked up to the drying nymphs who promptly sprung to life, their gloves thrumming with an outflow of air. All across the hands of the gloves, dozens of small vents spilled hot air through the towels, drying the fabric and the Titans at the same time. The slaves rubbed their palms across the forms of the two Titans, their blind eyes also forcing them to work by touch.
Once they were finished Tethys and Oceanus moved Mina into the dual grips of the slaves, and the two women ran their furry hands across her, rubbing gently as warm air poured over her. It was another luscious sensation, and Mina was almost sorry for it to end.
Removed from the grip of the two drying nymphs, she was led out of the bath and onto the metal deck of the pool again. The nymphs were ready for the exit of the nobles, waiting with their gowns and, to Mina’s dismay, her chastity belt. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine she had been mistaken, that they were not going to lock her back in sexual incarceration. But although she could not bear the frustration, it would make release all the sweeter in the end. And the feeling of being utterly controlled was with her every time she moved her hips, the tight metal ribbons encasing her sex and penetrating her with dildos a constant reminder of her status.
The two Titans let the nymphs place the robes upon them and tie the belts.
‘Proceed slaves,’ Tethys ordered, and the two women converged on Mina as she stood dismally before them. Ignoring her obvious angst, one of them took a shackle from her comrade and grabbed each of Mina’s wrists. Enclosing the engineered steel ribbons around her, they locked them into place, the formed teeth of one end slotting into those on the other side. The bands bore a single D-ring on the outward facing side, and snagging a thumb into these anchors in addition to grabbing the wrist, they folded her arms up across her back. Only a short time ago she would have broken such grapples with ease and disabled her attackers with a cold, calculated rage. But now the grips made her melt into sweet surrender. The third nymph opened the waistband and enclosed the strip about her, wrenching it closed to impose its firm grip above her hips. Mina groaned softly and gave a weak wriggle of resistance. The women clenched their fists harder around her, and lifted her arms a little more, making her whimper as the crotch band was prepared. One woman crouched beneath her and laid down her collection of steel bands, and with backhanded slaps to Mina’s calves silently demanded that she present herself more readily for entrapment. The nymphs never spoke, their silence a strange vow of submission to this place. All they did was obey; their words were not required or wanted.
Shifting her bare feet against the plates of metal beneath her feet, Mina was supported by the two pinioning women as she clenched her loins in readiness. The band was aimed into place, the two dildos brushing her orifices and revealing the thin sheen of lubrication smeared on them. With a shove they were sheathed inside her, the sudden intrusion lifting her onto her toes as she flung her head back from the shock. The two locking ends slipped into their respective housings and were captured by secure cogs, pressing the belt rigorously to her flesh, tight and immovable. The women pushed down on their holds, nudging their knees into the backs of Mina’s to bend them and lower her before them so they could close the collar around her throat, clipping it into place with the seam stationed at the back and the D-ring at the front. With this symbol of ownership in place, the nymphs leant down and applied the fetters that perfectly matched the bracelets and collar. The two devices were snapped into place, tight against her skin, and her entrapment was complete.
Mina’s fingers traced the polished steel contours of this instrument of carnal bondage, a little overwhelmed by the feel of so many alien devices on her and digging into her flesh.
Oceanus and Tethys moved in on her together, each producing a chain-link leash from their pocket and clipping it to the ring of her collar, establishing their control of her. Then a padlock was snapped to her cuffs, locking them together behind her back.
‘There, how do you feel now, slave?’ Oceanus enquired.
‘Owned, my lord,’ she whispered.
The Titan did not reply but merely smiled, kissed his wife, and joined her in leading Mina away. They drew their willing possession from the pool and back into the winding maze of the complex.
Chapter 2
Once back in their quarters, Tethys and Oceanus took Mina straight into their personal dungeon. They each pressed a hand to the wall, and a group of four tiles clicked open, the hidden cabinet offering them a range of toys.
A gag was selected, and the large ball forced between Mina’s lips. The foam was slightly yielding; large enough to fill her mouth entirely and stretch her jaw wide open while refusing her the ability to spit it out. The strap running through its centre was buckled firmly about her skull, and she was led to the wall by it. After removing her leads, her owners locked her collar directly to a wall ring, employing a stout padlock to ensure her confinement, and left their slave with her cheek resting against the
black tiles, suspended almost on tiptoe, as they went to dress for dinner. In their absence, Mina’s belt was commanded to keep her occupied, and the device broke into activity the moment the door hummed closed and locked.
The plugs inside her began purring and vibrating at a frenetic pitch, humming against her sex and making her strain against her various bonds, moaning with rapture as she rubbed herself against the wall, pressing her thighs tightly together. The instruments teased her perfectly, bringing her relentlessly towards orgasm before going suddenly inert. She groaned and tried to ride herself against them, desperately seeking the last few caresses that would cast her into a heady bliss.
As though responding to her wanton dance, the belt applied painfully sharp nips to her clitoris, making her squeal. She threw her head against the ring, yanking at it in an effort to break free, her shackled hands clawing at the device as it punished her grievously. Gurgling, fighting the bondage, she was left dazed and weak when the discipline finally ceased. Then the insidious belt began teasing her again.
Moaning her denial of this horrid treatment, Mina could not help but dissolve upon it again. The vibrations lifted her onto her toes, sprawling her licentiously against the wall.
The belt again ceased its manipulation of her sex, the automated device showing her no mercy, blindly obeying its programme of spiteful boredom alleviation. Then, as she sobbed and tensed with expectant dread, the toy proved its lack of pity by applying the chastisement once again. Having detected her imminent orgasm with its sly sensors, the instrument turned its wrath upon her clitoris, thrashing it with an electrical scourge to drive her passion away.
The excruciating ordeal ended a second time and Mina collapsed against the wall, tense and writhing. With a tear trickling down her cheek she smiled softly against the gag, knowing that pleasure was due her now. Even after the horror of denial, and the trial of punishing electric bites, the pleasure was a fine reward and more than paid for her suffering.
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