Enslaved by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  Standing before her was Poseidon, his brown hair held back with a circlet of jade. Dressed in a deep-green leather vest, he wore close-fitting trousers of the same colour, the laced sides drawn closed with vibrant emerald thread. Leather boots reached to his knees, the outward facing sides of his footwear painted with an intricate design of spiralling fish and nymphs. At his collars were jade clasps set with his trident symbol that secured the black cloak trailing down his back and leaving his muscular arms free. A leather belt ran through the waist of his trousers from which hung several pouches, as well as the sheath that would ordinarily hold a baton. Instead, a small metal stave wrought with elaborate swirling patterns was slotted into it, the patterns riding around a button halfway down the handle, the emerald stud set below a small dial. The tip was a three-pronged and barbed creation, the conductive stems ready to channel whatever distress or pleasure the Titan wished to inflict with his hi-tech trident.

  ‘How long have you had her like this?’ Poseidon enquired, reaching up and giving the chains to Mina’s clamps a small tug. She gurgled in protest and was thrown into even more turmoil as her nipples reminded her that, no matter what, the sensors of the dildo would not tolerate any change in skill level.

  ‘Quite a while now,’ Atlas replied serenely, removing his mouth from a passionate kiss with Electra, who had her limbs coiled around him in adoration.

  ‘Any particular reason?’

  ‘Her oral skills could have done with a little refinement. I’d offer her to you to try out, but I think her neck might be too exhausted at present to do an adequate job.’ He kissed Electra’s cleavage and sucked on one of her nipples. In return her gloved hands cradled his skull, her own head falling back as her mouth gaped open in dissolute rapture.

  ‘True,’ Poseidon said in a disappointed voice.

  ‘You can help yourself to any other part of her body, however,’ Atlas added generously, extending his hospitality to his guest.

  ‘Most acceptable, thank you.’ Poseidon smiled, and promptly opened his belt to free himself of his trousers. The Titan then untied Mina’s crotch rope and unwound it, opening a path into her aching sex. Taking hold of her clamps, he removed them, and the sight of her gasping as sensation galloped back into her tormented tissues was a vision that helped bring him to full erection. When he let them go, the clamps joined the weights in pulling at the orb lodged in her bottom, the consequence being that her anus promptly began spitting it out. She strained her buttocks to dislodge the orb, and felt him move in and rub his shaft against her vulva, more gasps of pleasure and pain spilling from her throat as she continued to perform on the phallus. He was growing harder by the second as her sex started moistening, encouraging his entry, her arousal at the prospect of his complete attention fuelled by her bondage. The orb started to emerge as a result of her efforts, hauling her sphincter wider and wider, the flares of pain growing worse with every portion she forced out. It was still inside her when Poseidon thrust himself into her vagina, his length riding deep, opening her up and making her cry out with delight at the feel of such rampant strength. Her legs and arms pulled at their bonds, her gasps thrusting her chest against the plexus of torso ropes. Shocks to her nipples tore her attention back to her sucking task, and her bottom blindly swallowed the orb again, erasing her previous efforts to dislodge it, the feel of it sliding back into her making her hips buck afresh from the intrusion.

  The Titan slipped his arms around the slave’s splayed thighs and caressed her breasts. Then he ran his hands down her rope-squeezed sides, groping at her hips and bottom as he thrust casually into her, savouring the feel of mounting such a restrained and salacious female.

  The touches to her welts made Mina shiver even more distinctly, and the spikes of frugal woe added to her excitement. The pleasure of being taken in such a pose made it even harder for her to perform fellatio as the device in her mouth required, and the shocks she took to her breasts as a result only intensified her rising libidinous mood, a taste of pleasure corrupting her pain and making it a furtive friend. Pitting her muscles against the orb again, she gave a gasp of ecstasy as she finally expelled the widest portion. Her sphincter rode the withering second half until it closed, the ball fell to the floor with a soft clatter of chains and rubber, and the relief of being freed from it almost made her climax.

  The Titan continued pounding into her pussy as she wriggled and squirmed against the chafing bonds. Then suddenly he clapped a hand to her brow and pressed her head back against the pole. With her mouth freed he pushed himself tightly in against her and locked his lips to hers, kissing her deeply.

  Mina responded with fervour, her tongue riding his even while she jerked with new woe as the electrodes threw their full rancour into her breasts. The untouched dildo roared for her to continue attending it as her mouth was held and occupied by Poseidon. Whimpering and moaning as she was kissed and penetrated, her mind swirled to and fro, the tides of agony and ecstasy carrying her away on them, dissolving all her thoughts in the indescribably intense experience. She succumbed to an orgasm almost immediately, the shattering bloom of pain and pleasure making her scream against the smothering mouth of her lover.

  Refusing to stop until he, too, had been sated, Poseidon continued thrusting until she felt him growing even more rigid within her. Groaning from the exquisite sensations inflicted upon her by his impending ejaculation, she felt herself rising towards another peak, and they came almost simultaneously. He flung his head back, growling through clenched teeth as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Mina cried out with rapture and distress, the fury in her bosom, the constricting bondage, and the delight electrifying her womb almost making her pass out their combination was so intense.

  The Titan withdrew, his length moist with her juices and his seed as Mina jerked beneath his swift exit, and quickly applied herself to the dildo again to diminish the searing jabs to her assets.

  ‘Delightful,’ Poseidon commented breathlessly.

  ‘Then she shall be yours while you are here. Slaves, take her down, gag her, and give her leash to Poseidon,’ Atlas commanded.

  Immediately Celaeno and Taygeta jumped up and skipped over to Mina, quickly switching off the toy, and she fell back into the arms of her bondage with a contended sigh, relieved it was finally over. Her legs were let down, pounding with havoc from their long and contorted elevation. Wobbling on muscles filled with stern cascades of pins and needles, she fell into the women’s arms as they removed her ropes, her body barely able to stand on its own power. A ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, the buckles set tight about her, leaving her suckling on the large orb. Clipping her leash into place, the beautiful slaves then led her over to where Poseidon was lounging across a mound of pillows and laid her beside him, offering him the leather hoop controlling her freedom.

  Mina drew her leather-sheathed limbs to her, curling up in a foetal position as she let her body recover, the return of sensation into her long-strangled flesh an arduous period to endure. Shaking occasionally from the strain of feeling everything again, she listened to the Titan talking with his comrade and keeping an idle eye on her. He obviously delighted in the sight she presented, her alluring form dressed in thigh-high boots and gloves, collared and controlled, and quivering from the after effects of severe bondage and passionate lovemaking.

  ‘Who commissioned this kidnapping?’ Poseidon asked Atlas.

  ‘You’re not trying to steal secrets for someone, are you, old friend?’ Atlas drew the small form of Merope over his lap so he might continue kissing the curvaceous Electra while occasionally spanking the Asian girl’s perky buttocks.

  ‘Just interested,’ Poseidon replied smoothly, turning to Alcyone as she knelt down to offer him a silver tray upon which rested an opaque bottle encased in silver latticework, and a small filled shot glass. Taking the proffered vodka, he tossed it down and curled his lips appreciatively back over his teeth as he set the glass back d
own on the tray. ‘Not bad!’ he hissed, running the tip of his tongue along his teeth and indicating he wanted a refill.

  ‘I’m partially repaying a favour, but mostly I’m gaining some debts I may need to cash in on sometime in the future,’ Atlas volunteered a little more information to his guest, bringing his hand down across Merope’s bottom cheeks as she gasped with pain and pleasure. Her body stiffened with each resounding clap, her nipples standing out like gauges indicating how much she enjoyed this erotic chastisement.

  ‘What is the purpose behind it, if you don’t mind my asking?’ Poseidon took up the second shot glass and inhaled the delicate and potent scent of the distilled spirit.

  ‘It’s all about punishment, dear Poseidon. After her original breakout my patron wanted her to suffer for such an outrage, but this outrage festered because she was returned to her owners, who then failed to discipline her to a sufficient extent, and so my patron decided to take matters in hand.’

  ‘A closet vigilante? That sounds a little out of character. Are you sure that’s the real reason?’ Poseidon drained the glass, and drew Mina in closer so she was nuzzled up beside him, where his hands could absently wander over her smooth skin.

  ‘No, but it’s the one I was given. Anyway, the sponsor of this commission doesn’t want to be recognised, hence my involvement, because my position is considerably more stable than theirs.’ Atlas deliberately avoided references to gender in the conversation, denying his fellow Titan even this most basic of clues.

  ‘That’s partly why I’m here,’ Poseidon admitted. ‘I’ve heard some things you should be aware of.’ He ran his fingers through Mina’s hair.

  ‘Really? Do tell.’ Atlas pushed the eager lips of his slave aside for a moment to better pay attention.

  ‘Word has it that you have her, and when the rumour reaches Oceanus and Tethys, they’ll be livid, and there will be repercussions.’

  ‘Those children cannot intimidate me,’ Atlas said dismissively, slapping Merope’s inner thigh and then reaching in to caress and fondle her sex.

  ‘Don’t underestimate their positions,’ Poseidon warned. ‘They have a lot of influence, and more power than is apparent. Remember, Charybdis himself sent her back to them after she broke out.’

  ‘They have his ear?’ Atlas wondered out loud, a hint of concern in his voice.

  ‘I’m not sure, but is it worth the risk of finding out the hard way?’

  ‘Hmm... what would you suggest I do? I took this commission in good faith, and it would be devastating to my reputation if I betrayed it.’

  ‘Well, seeing as you are suspected of having her, it would do well to move her,’ the other Titan said helpfully, letting his hand slide down and caress Mina’s buttocks. ‘Should a search of your quarters be conducted she will not be found, and those who instigated the rumour would lose considerable face as a result of their unfounded accusation.’

  A few soft mewls slipped through her lips as she cuddled up to him, her buttocks flaring with twitches of turmoil as her welts protested even this gentle fondling. Half listening to them, and half lost to the sensual experience of being stroked by the Titan who had just fucked her, she snuggled up closer to him, resting her cheek against his chest like an adoring pet.

  ‘A wise enough suggestion,’ Atlas agreed, ‘but where could I stash her where no one would find her?’

  ‘It is by no means an entirely selfless act on my part,’ Poseidon admitted, ‘but I could take her off your hands. I have ways to keep her hidden until some new bauble entices that pair.’ His hand changed trajectory and delved into the cleft of Mina’s bottom.

  ‘I don’t know, they were pretty besotted with her cute little ass, and how would I get her to you? I may well have eyes upon my abode already as precautions against just such a ploy.’

  ‘Disguise her as one of your wives and bring her down to Hephaestus’s domain. I’ll have him whip something up for her, so to speak. He owes me plenty of favours.’ Poseidon pressed a fingertip along the clenched portal into her bottom, stroking it fondly.

  ‘And, of course, I will owe you for this assistance as well as for the warning,’ Atlas remarked.

  ‘Compared to the debt from your sponsor, this little favour will be negligible, and besides, I can swindle Hephaestus into thinking I’m doing him the favour by letting him have access to this darling little nymph. We’ll call it even, an act of generosity between friends.’

  Mina had not realised just how intricate the workings of this place were, how utterly sinuous the plots and schemes between the nobles.

  ‘Agreed,’ Atlas said. ‘I’ll have her sent down to you tomorrow, so you’ve got some time to work on Hephaestus.’

  ‘Then as much fun as this is, I had best get to it,’ Poseidon declared, sighing as he rose from the cushions and handed Mina’s lead to Alcyone.

  ‘Many thanks for dropping by,’ Atlas said politely.

  ‘A pure pleasure, my friend,’ Poseidon responded, running his hand down Mina’s spine and making her arch her back contentedly. ‘And I’ll be seeing you later,’ he added, tapping his finger to the tip of her nose as she stared up at him. Then he turned and disappeared through the slit in the curtain hiding the door.

  ‘Well, slave, it seems as if your time here is limited, so we had best make the most of it before I lose you.’ Atlas sat up, and said to Celaeno and Sterope, ‘Take her to my third bedroom and prepare her for me.’

  Sterope took Mina’s leash and brought her to her feet, then she and Celaeno drew her from the room. They led her down the corridors to a chamber with a large double bed at its heart. A thick iron framework surrounded the soft black satin sheets, each bedpost rising about a foot over the covers with a thick metal shaft stretching across the head and foot of the bed. The ceiling was a polished mirror reflecting the black carpet and walls, where flickering oil lamps held amber flames that filled the room with a warm and sombre radiance, their scented fuel adding a spicy tang to the air. A black wooden trunk sat at the head and the foot of the bed. Celaeno opened the latter, and began rummaging through for lingerie that would suit Mina, while Sterope removed her leash and walked over to the other trunk, from which she gathered black leather straps with silver buckles.

  ‘Here, we had best shave you,’ Celaeno said, and produced an expensive electric razor from the trunk of sexy undergarments.

  Mina sat down on the bed and removed her thigh-high boots and gloves, looking at the snow-white satin and nylon of the new garments selected for her as the small slave began to trace the humming foil of the device across her skin. The churning chatter of stubble being eaten continued for long minutes as the woman diligently smoothed every portion of Mina’s legs before attending to the rest of her.

  ‘Stand up, hold onto the bed, and spread your legs,’ Celaeno instructed, watching as Mina silently complied, sinking her fingers into the sheets and stepping wide, offering her loins to the attentions of the intimate barber. The girl rolled the head along her armpits first and then started to delve into the crack of her bottom cheeks, the cool steel riding over her skin making Mina shiver as the subtle humming vibrations began exciting her. Sucking back the saliva that sought to drool from her gagged lips, she revelled in the electric attention until the implement went quiet.

  ‘There, now you can get dressed.’ Celaeno stepped away and joined Sterope in preparing the leather straps.

  Mina sat down on the bed again, flinching as her welts were pressed upon. Gathering up the stockings first, she eased the fine denier white hose onto her limbs, the soft rustle of the fabric against her smooth skin raising goose bumps along her spine. The mere act of donning such erotic attire was titillating in itself, a reverse striptease rendering her eager for more bondage and her final session with Atlas. Adding the white satin suspender belt, she applied the clips to her stockings and lifted her thong into place, the albino satin resting its slender a
rms over her hips and across the suspenders. Then a strapless bra was wrapped around her torso, the cups pressing her breasts together to forge a more inviting cleavage. Her collar remained.

  ‘Climb onto the bed and put your arms along the bar,’ Sterope ordered, her deep voice dispassionate.

  Climbing onto the sheets Mina slid herself into position, placing her arms to the metal struts, her neck and shoulders resting against it. Instantly the women began their task, applying the straps tightly to her limbs, the cruciform position fastening her in place. Black leather bonds were set about her wrists and her biceps, and then a cross ran over her collarbones and shoulders, riding beneath her armpits to hold her down tightly. The position was made even more distressing when belts were drawn across her forehead to be turned and then fed over her collared neck. With her head arched back and tied tightly to the pole, any attempt to rise made the belt press against the steel band around her throat, an incentive to remain still and not resist the pose.

  The women then moved away to place Mina’s discarded boots and gloves back in the trunks. With her legs left sprawled across the bed her body was free while her arms and head were pinned down. Looking up into the mirrored ceiling, Mina regarded herself with satisfaction. She had never seen herself look so striking before. Her body looked wonderful adorned with ivory lingerie, spread and tied to the bed, the black sheets and straps a stunning contrast to her pale form. She was splayed and ready for attention, her mouth filled with the ball gag that spread her jaws wide in a silent cry.

  ‘We’ll definitely miss you, Mina,’ Celaeno said abruptly, brushing her long white hair away from her face as she perched on the edge of the bed beside Mina, and ran her slim fingers along her stockings.

  ‘We haven’t had so much fun watching a slave suffer since little Merope was adopted into our family,’ Sterope elaborated, perching on the other side of the bed, her more powerful frame creating a more significant dip in the mattress.