‘Look at this slut go, she’s definitely up for more.’
‘Well, we shouldn’t disappoint her.’
‘Let’s get some more in her.’
‘Lift her up, I’ve got an idea.’
The hands on her arms hauled her up, and the woman who had been thrusting into her pussy slipped out as she was set upright. Held in place by the arm locks and supported at a reclining angle, Mina felt a woman slither beneath her and position herself between her open thighs. Then she groaned as a phallus bored up between her buttocks, riding up into her anus. Its dimensions should have caused her pain, but the yielding jelly let it roll deep and spill along her tracts, dragging at her membranes as its wearer began thrusting back and forth, riding the shaft into her.
A moment later she felt a woman kneel before her splayed legs and jam herself back into her slick sex. The grip on her arms kept her from falling back, and she felt thighs against her cheeks as she was readied for more artificial fellatio. A soft rod was fed down into her throat once more, the woman standing astride her face forcing it deep into her mouth as she sucked at the shaft with all her might. Then another body grabbed her breasts and pressed them about a slick pliant rod, shoving the dildo through their tight tunnel of flesh, and her bosom reverberated with distress at being handled so roughly after its recent flogging.
‘That’s it, suck it,’ the woman over her face demanded, forcing herself deep into her mouth while the others continued to pound her other orifices, using her like an object. ‘Come on, you can do better than that, swallow it all!’ She pushed with more virulence, making Mina struggle against those holding her down. ‘Don’t try and get away, there’s no escape,’ she hissed, grabbing Mina’s head and using it to force the jelly dildo into her mouth from root to tip.
‘Such a wanton little trollop,’ a laughing voice said, and Mina felt the women possessing her being driven to new levels of activity by the rising pleasure of the eggs humming against their vulvas.
‘Oh, she’s lovely, isn’t she?’ another voice commented.
‘Mmm...’ purred one of the women penetrating her.
‘Very fuckable - I just want to jam myself so deep inside her I hit yours!’ the woman between her legs declared lustfully, thrusting herself as deep as she could and plundering Mina’s pussy, making her cry out with the sheer indescribable pleasure of it. She was being swept away on a sea of penetrations, her body assailed by them, ravished and filled by the pliant artificial phalluses. Shaking with climaxes that rolled in like the tide, she gasped and nearly gagged again on her plunging gag as the women rode her relentlessly towards their own orgasms, spurned on by the sight of her violation. Then suddenly her pulsing loins were deserted, and the sudden flight of the jelly shafts made her cry out with shock around the one still sheathed in her mouth.
But no sooner had one dildo left her than another one was jammed back in its place, filling her again and beginning the ride afresh. The women at her arms traded places with others, and still more battled to make use of her. They pinned her down with more force, driving into her, using her as they wished, each one hungry to try each and every orifice she had to offer, and soon her tracts were aching, the continuing friction of limp shafts plunging into her assailing her with a discomfort that intensified with every new thrust.
‘Stop, please, I can’t take any more!’ Mina begged, knowing her plea would only egg them on. For although she was sore, she wanted more, and more... she was a slave to a group of slaves, the lowest of the low, yet they were completely unaware she had defeated, and taken control of, their leader.
‘Suck me while you’re down there, slave,’ ordered the woman on top of her, sinking nails into her breasts as she let her full weight settle across Mina’s face, crushing her bottom against Mina’s features. ‘Come on, get that tongue up there!’ She wriggled her cheeks against Mina’s lips.
More smacks rang out against her thighs and then her stomach, the hot imprints of hands painted on her flesh. Gurgling and whimpering Mina began licking the woman’s sphincter, rimming the puckered opening, which was intentionally refusing her entry.
‘I told you to get it up there, now do it.’ She slapped Mina’s breasts, punishing her until she finally managed to thrust her aching tongue through the clenched barricade. ‘Yes, that’s it, come on, work that tongue around some more... that’s it.’
Another jelly dildo slid out of Mina’s scorched pussy, and another chose to punish the opening a little before spearing it. She spanked Mina’s throbbing vulva, making her scream and jerk wildly against the women restraining her. The spanking hand descended again and again, punishing her labia numerous times, making her pudenda burn painfully before a soft shaft poured in through the opening and nestled itself in her hot wet depths.
‘Oh yes, just a little more... that’s it, keep going,’ groaned the woman sitting on Mina’s face, her belly trembling as the beginnings of an orgasm contracted her pelvic muscles, her breaths coming quicker as the strap-on eggs buzzed her towards release. Spurned on by Mina’s darting tongue, she flung her head back and howled, riding through her bliss before sinking across one of the cushions.
Mina gasped and inhaled deeply before another woman locked her lips to hers, demanding a deep kiss.
Finally they all appeared to be finished with her. Breathing softly, she resisted the urge to remove the blindfold and instead lay still dwelling with morbid satisfaction on all the aches in her body. Her thoughts were hazy, and it was not long before she drifted off into a deep and contented sleep.
Chapter 8
Something moving against Mina dragged her up into a fleeting awareness of her surroundings. She had been accursed by dreams of old crimes and missions that ended in a desperate flight to get away before she was killed or caught. Now she saw Maia lying on her side, one arm bent over her face to shield her eyes from the light, and she discovered that her head was lying on the woman’s thigh, using the soft flesh as her pillow. A glance at the mirrored wall showed her reflection’s head resting on the delicate roller coaster ride of Maia’s body. The bodies of the other Pleiades were lying all around them, most of them cuddled up together, leather limbs and flesh rising amidst the peaks and valleys of black satin pillows. The strap-ons were all piled together in a corner - deserted disposable phalluses.
She felt weary, and the need to relieve herself was pressing, but she was so cosy she refused to give in to the call right away. Instead, she went over recent events in her languid mind. It had been glorious to be so intensely used and abused and yet still be the dominant one behind the scenes. Maybe she could get Tethys and Oceanus to liberate Maia and bring her to live with them. But perhaps Maia would prefer to remain with Atlas, which was a disappointing thought.
Why had Atlas’s Pleiades kidnapped her? He had sent his wives to do the task so as not to appear directly involved in her kidnapping himself, but he obviously wanted her. Surely it was not merely resentment at the opportunity he had missed to own her, but then again, just like the mythological Titans, these people were whimsical and trivial in their motives simply because they could be. They had no real-life stresses and problems to worry about, which permitted them to indulge in capricious intrigues and plots, and almost absentminded Machiavellian dealings that made life all the more entertaining.
Suddenly the door to the playroom slid open with a soft pressurised hiss. Rather than rise and disturb her partners, Mina used the mirror to see who it was, and started with surprise when she saw the massive form of Atlas filling the doorway. The burly Arabian Titan was dressed just as she had last seen him, his smooth, swarthy torso exposed, his loose latex trousers held up by a red sash, and a scowl made his thin goatee twitch as his hands furled into irritated fists.
‘Pleiades!’ he roared, his deep voice rolling through the still air of the room like a thunderous tidal wave.
The seven women immediately sat up, their master’s voi
ce instantly awakening them. They crouched forward and placed their foreheads against the pillows in acknowledgement of his presence and his ownership of them.
‘What has been happening here?’ he demanded a little more quietly.
‘We were testing the new recruit, master,’ Maia offered by way of explanation, keeping her head lowered, not even looking up at his feet.
‘Testing?’ He glanced at the dildos lying in the corner. ‘It seems to me you were playing with her. And she is not a new recruit, she is a prisoner, part of a commission I have undertaken.’ He stepped into the room, his eyes now on Mina where she lay on her back, refusing to perform the same act of obeisance as the other slaves. They were his wives, but she was a captive and had no reason to show him any deference. He sneered a mixture of contempt and amusement at her defiance, and then looked down at Maia when she spoke again.
‘She was resisting, master, so I thought it best to show the prisoner her place before you arrived.’ His head wife stuck to her story.
‘And did you succeed?’
‘I believe she is more aware of her position now, at least more aware than she was when we acquired her for you, master,’ Maia stated carefully, suggesting there was still a little fight left in Mina he could enjoy himself.
‘Is that so, slave?’ Atlas asked Mina directly, raising an eyebrow.
‘I know I have been kidnapped unjustly, and that I will be terribly punished if I resist you,’ she stated meekly.
He smiled broadly and his eyes sparkled. ‘Yes, Maia can be very rough, can she not?’
Mina assumed a fearful expression as she glanced Maia’s way. ‘Yes, master.’
‘Excellent work, Maia.’
‘Thank you, master.’ Her face was still buried in a pillow, but Mina knew she was grinning.
‘I have a carrying cocoon in the other room, and I want her put in it,’ he ordered, and turning on his heels strode out of the room.
‘Yes, master,’ the women all stated in unison as he left, rising with alacrity.
Mina was grabbed and tugged to her feet, the tall dark form of Sterope, and the luscious Electra, each taking one of her arms and leading her into the other room.
Atlas was sitting on the end of the bed, ready to watch as Mina was prepared for her journey. ‘Taygeta,’ he snapped, and pointed to the floor before him.
The white-haired woman sank to her hands and knees at his feet, holding her slender body rigid as he set his boots on her bare back, using her as a footstool. Her eyelids fluttered with pleasure as he employed her thus, being used by her master obviously a feeling she enjoyed.
In the centre of the room, Atlas had dropped the items he required his wives to place on Mina. She could see a metal contraption of polished steel, a simple pole riveted with double sets of straps along its length before connecting to a moulded steel band. The two-inch wide strip was moulded to fit along a body and curl through the crotch, where it was welded to the pole. From the interior two small plugs lanced out, the flared devices moulded of red jelly, something Mina’s sore orifices would no doubt be grateful for. At each end of the pole was a small solid hoop, and to one side, set separately from this frame, were two metal shafts a yard-and-a-half long with four wooden buffers. The screw fastening and the small handle were like those used to keep weights on a barbell, except Mina could guess she would be the burden being lifted. Beside this creation were piles of leather, the thick hide lined with a layer of latex, the exact nature of the garments unknown to her.
Mina was forced to her knees and deserted as the women took their places. Celaeno and Merope positioned themselves by the arsenal of bondage accoutrements, the two Asian females sifting through them to find what they required. Maia stepped up to oversee the event, with Sterope at her side like some powerful bouncer ready to intervene should Mina begin to offer any resistance. Electra and Alcyone went and stood on either side of their master, ready to serve any whim of his.
The largest piece of attire was shaken out and Mina saw a straitjacket, only this particular garment was fitted with more restraining additions than normal. The zipped and buckled back were opened, and the hood and sleeves flopped with each step that brought Celaeno to her. Meanwhile, Merope crouched behind her, lifting her arms forward and offering them to the sleeves. The cool latex interior slithered up her arms, the tight grip requiring the two Asian women to work energetically at getting it all the way on her. Finally her hands slid into the tight featureless points at the end of the sheaths. Her head was then bowed and slotted into the hood, the stern bag gripping her skull giving her a single nostril vent and another for her mouth.
With darkness imposed on her, she shivered with delectation as she felt herself being bound and entombed in this tight cell. Her breasts were fed through two small openings, making her whipped flesh begin throbbing afresh. With a soft whimper she was pushed deeper into the suit, the back brought together with the zipper running from her hips to the base of her skull. The enclosure made her sway slightly, the pressure against her ribs with each breath she took making her feel strangely faint with pleasure. Her need to release her bladder was stronger than ever now, but she dared not ask for permission, lest it give Atlas something else to torment her with. Two dense straps about her throat were threaded through and buckled tight, making sure the fit of the hood could not be affected when the buckle atop it was employed. The ends of the sleeves were then grabbed and brought around her in the classic style, making her hug herself tightly as they were locked into position.
The women laid her down on her front, so that her body pressed against her trapped arms. Taking hold of her ankles they took up a set of stockings, and the latex-lined leather was drawn steadily up her legs. Her feet were pushed into steel cones, and the engineered points of the hose forced her feet into a ballet-like boot position that instantly made several painful cramps tighten the tendons of her calves. Mina whimpered and wriggled with distress, fighting to ignore the effect of the boots on her. A single buckled line was stretched from the tip of her stockings to her straitjacket, connecting the two and preventing either from sliding out of place. She then felt the strong hands of Sterope take hold of her waist, pulling her up onto the uncomfortable points of her feet. Supporting her, the woman held her up so the others could finish their task.
Mina sighed with lust in her prison, her arousal wrought by the feel of being so effectively bound, completely swallowed up by the tight fabrics. The pole was set between her legs, the steel cradle upon it fitting to her front. The plugs were grabbed and placed to her orifices before a steady push began driving them in. Sterope’s hold tightened as Mina writhed and emitted mewls of distress, her raw orifices protesting as they were forced to open again and accept the wide interlopers. The cones continued to spread her wide over their soft backs, making her flesh ache even more. The metal plate was hauled in by her hungry insides and pressed to her loins, making her shiver as the cold alloy sent its radiant chill into her naked crotch. Then the straps were tightened with harsh yanks, ensuring she was absolutely secure against them. The pole between her legs sent leather and latex hoops around her ankles, above and below her knees, and up to her naked thighs.
To Mina’s surprise her arms were set free, but then they were pulled down between her legs, and the straps hanging from them crossed and slipped through the gap between thigh and pole, forcing her arms into a V-shape down her front. One of the women took hold of the two straps as they emerged behind her, while the other gathered the belts riveted to the formed metal ribbon travelling along her belly, over her cleavage and up to her neck. The thick uncompromising trammels squeezed her arms against her, making her hug the metal strip even more tightly as they crossed her neck. A pair of straps were flung over her shoulders to cross over her back and secured to an anchor near her hips, another was set just below her breasts to pin down her upper arms, and another around her waist caught her elbows, forcing her hands
to rest across the crotch plate. Mina grimaced as the strap at her crown was connected to the belts spilling from her sleeves and riding over the plate to rise between her buttocks. Steady pulls hauled her head back, the nape of her neck pounding with stress as they drew her head back as far as they could and connected the belts.
Finally, a ball gag was forced through her lips and secured into place. The plexus of fastening straps on the implement rode around her head and below her chin, while two straps over her cheeks crossed at her brow and rode over her temples, snagging the strap pressing into the base of her skull.
Mina chewed on the orb, desperately trying to accept the position in which she had been placed. Bound to the pole, she could not make even the slightest move.
‘She is prepared, master,’ Maia stated while Sterope laid Mina down on her front, so her naked breasts and her crossed hands were pressed beneath the dead weight of her bound body.
Emitting little grunts of effort, Mina strained against the straps, perversely satisfied by the realisation that she could not even twitch a muscle. How she wished someone would, or even could, make sexual use of her completely helpless position. To be immobilised like this while being driven into by a rigid cock would be quite a sensation and one she would love to experience.
Atlas’s rough-skinned hands took hold of her bottom, and squeezed the compliant flesh of her firm cheeks as she writhed against her containment. ‘Hmm... she’s not bad; nice anus, good breasts; an excellent physique in general. She likes her bondage, too, that’s obvious enough,’ he commented mainly to himself, assessing Mina’s tightly packaged anatomy as though inspecting a filly he intended to purchase. ‘I wonder what she responds like under a more stringent hand than her previous owners,’ he wondered out loud, squeezing her buttocks again before he raised his hand and spanked her soft skin.
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