Enslaved by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  Mina could not look at them directly; she could only watch them from above in the reflection.

  ‘And when we got to fuck you with those strap-ons...’ Sterope licked her lips. ‘Mm, that was something!’

  ‘It would have been nice to see Maia come back and continue tormenting you,’ Celaeno added.

  ‘It’s probably for the best that you be sent away. After her sentence is up...’ Sterope shook her head at the mere thought of what would happen after Maia was set free from her terrible punishment.

  ‘You’d have suffered for that, Mina,’ Celaeno assured her. ‘She’d have whipped you black-and-blue every day.’

  ‘She’s done far worse for much less,’ Sterope agreed.

  ‘So, we’ll wish you well and, hopefully, some day, we’ll get to meet you again.’ Celaeno smiled, and together the two women leaned in and kissed Mina’s satin-covered nipples before they got up and left the room.

  Chapter 10

  Spending her time staring at herself thinking about her future, Mina looked across the ceiling towards the door as it opened, and watched the reflection of Atlas enter the room and walk towards her.

  Dressed in a white robe, he immediately cast the garment off, revealing himself naked before her, only his ring of nobility remaining. Without delay he climbed onto the bed, his penis rigid with lust, the indentations in the mattress made by his approach rocking Mina’s torso back and forth gently. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, exciting himself all the more. Moving upward, he propped himself up on his hands and looked down into her gagged face, smiling with pleasure at seeing her bound thus. Then he lowered himself slightly, flexing his powerful biceps to begin raining kisses down on her throat, letting the soft pecks descend between her breasts as she shuddered and moaned in rapture.

  ‘You are an exceptional specimen, slave,’ he said. ‘Pity it is too dangerous for me to keep you around. Perhaps once the furore about you has died down, I’ll buy you back off of Hephaestus.’ He reached down between her legs, and his fingers and thumb began massaging her sex, making the satin glide against her.

  Mina locked her thighs together against his grip, her arms tensing as she arched against her bondage, moaning softly around her gag.

  ‘I’m sure Hephaestus will conjure something truly wicked for a body as luscious as this,’ he commented, reaching beneath her so his hand could roughly handle her bruised bottom. Rather than punish her again, he merely exploited the remnants of her last chastisement.

  Mina gurgled and gasped beneath his touch, her bruises rising along with the pleasure in her pussy as he stroked the most tender and receptive areas of her body.

  ‘The sponsor for your abduction wanted you to suffer, but I think they seriously misjudged you. I think they thought you resentful of slavery and believed you hated the vices we enjoy here, but I can see now that you are as enamoured with them as any slave girl I have ever seen. Having you tormented rigorously would not be a punishment for you, it would be a blessing,’ he concluded as Mina continued to ride her buttocks against his hand, her fingers pawing at the metal pole keeping her pinned down and defenceless before him.

  ‘The only way to make you suffer would be to deprive you of punishment,’ Atlas went on pensively, ‘and even that frustration would probably be a delight to you. You are a rare prize indeed, Mina, possessed of stamina, beauty, intelligence, and hidden secrets to tantalise. Whatever you were before coming here, it has made you wonderfully appreciative of every new sensation we care to subject you to.’ His other hand rose from her bottom and slipped beneath her bra, leaving the material stretched across the back of his hand as he cupped her breasts, his fingers delicately playing with her nipples.

  She sighed contentedly, her chest rising and falling with her deepening breaths, the pull of the bra drawing him tighter to her as she inhaled the room’s scented air.

  ‘You are like a bottomless pit of debauchery, Mina. No matter what we might do to you, no matter how we train you, abuse you, pleasure you and confine you, you would still leap back hungry for more... no, more like ravenous for more.’ He squeezed her nipples to make her jaws stretch wider against the gag. Moans poured from her throat as she sank back into the sheets, her legs sliding against the sensuous material, the soft rustle of the fabric underlying his words.

  Closing his hand to the front of her thong, a stern yank caused the flimsy fabric to tear and part between her bottom cheeks, tugging her into the air a little as he pulled it off her, the sharp sensation making her release a soft squeak of pleasure at being so roughly handled. Staring at him with a burning lust, she watched as his hands took the bra cups and ripped them aside, making her chew on the gag in anticipation. For a brief moment he handled her exposed bosom, caressing it before lifting himself up and guiding himself into her sex. The tip of his penis slipped through the valley of her labia, kissing her clitoris and making her shake. But he did not penetrate her fully, merely loitered, teasing her, stroking her and promising something he was not granting. The motive was painted plainly on his wicked smile as Mina whimpered and tried to force herself lower so she could sheath herself on him. But with her arms bound she could not move and could only squirm and wriggle beneath him.

  Finally, with a swift thrust, she was impaled, his length riding fully into her, opening her up and making her bite into the gag from the strain of enduring the initial rapture of being completely filled. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he rested himself against her, his weight pushing her against the metal pole. With steady rocking motions he withdrew almost to the point of exit before diving back into her, repeating his drives again and again while Mina moaned with ecstasy, lines of saliva escaping from the corners of her mouth as the Titan made love to her. Losing herself to the sensations of their coitus, she closed her eyes and rode her pleasure, feeling orgasm beckoning and blossoming inside her, inexorably fed by every stab of the noble man’s organ.

  Her moans began to increase in speed, her breaths rising to gasps as he started accelerating his pace, eager to feel climax. His length swelled and became a more distinct presence within her, causing her legs to shudder as he broke into tight spasms. The feel of his ejaculation, and the sight of him flexed and growling with lust and bliss, brought Mina over the final edge, plunging her into her own devastating release. Choking her screams on the gag she made the leather straps groan at having to contain her as she pushed them to the very limits in the throes of her ecstasy. Her body arched up, lifting the Titan with her as his chaotic drives continued dragging out the event for both of them. Then the zenith of their pleasure began to ebb, and as though leeched of vitality by their responses, both of them sagged against the sheets and went limp, breathing raggedly, their eyes closing as the heat of their exertion drifted from their bodies.

  The Titan stayed with her a while, resting his weight upon her and holding her in his arms. She groaned as he withdrew, and exhausted by her oral tuition, her sessions of correction, and this recent lovemaking, she closed her eyes against the soft bank of slumber rising through the back of her mind and let herself drift into it, the leather straps soothing her passage rather than hampering it.

  Chapter 11

  The tinkling chime of buckles being manipulated roused Mina from her sleep, her mind lazy from an overlong period of rest. The straps had been on her so long now that she did not even feel them any more, until they were removed one by one, her skin almost shocked by the loss of such a long companion.

  Opening her eyes a little, she accustomed them to the light and let her blurred vision gather some sense of clarity. She found Celaeno and Sterope removing her bonds, the tallest and the smallest of Atlas’s Pleiades working under his supervision. Dressed in billowing leather trousers that dropped from a silver sash into his tall boots, the Titan watched with his hands on his hips, from which dangled a leash ready to be snapped on her collar. Studded leather bracers covered his forearms, entering fingerl
ess leather gloves, the backs of which were marked with the globe symbol of his mythological identity.

  When the belt across her head and body was removed, Mina slid down onto the sheets, scowling with discomfort, the duration of her confinement having left her physique highly displeased with any other position. Soft crunching sounds emerged from her neck and back as she moved them, her arms were weak, and she was barely able to slide her body against the soft sheet. Rubbing her biceps as best she could, she rotated her head, exercising the stiff flesh. The muscles she had pulled during her long period of fellatio seemed to have petrified during her sleep and it hurt to use them now. The gag was unbuckled and pulled out from between her lips, letting her sore jaw finally close, joining the rest of her upper body in trying to remember how to move and operate without flashes of discomfort.

  Atlas moved in and snapped the clip of his leash to the front of her collar, using it as a reign to demand her exit from the bed. Sliding her stockings against the satin sheet, Mina put her feet to the floor and rose onto unsteady legs. Sterope promptly took her arms and brought them behind her back as she was trying to steady herself, locking Mina’s wrists together with silver handcuffs. The clatter of metal teeth from the shackles signalled their implementation, and Atlas immediately began towing her along behind him, her feet shuffling as they gathered strength once more. Mina could not recall a time when she had been this stiff, her body so pushed beyond its ordinary parameters. Keeping quiet as she trailed behind the noble, she watched the flex and play of his muscles as he strode forth, the shimmer of light upon his leather attire drawing her fetishist fascination.

  Escorted into the main chamber once more, Mina found herself facing a set of stocks that had been placed in the centre of the room - a stage she was clearly about to be served up on. The pillory was comprised of dense and varnished wood, the midnight timbers designed to hold a slave in a stoop with leather-padded apertures. The support struts reached down to a platform with a second set of slats to capture ankles a short way back, the purpose of the device being to bend a slave over, part her legs and hold her there, her bottom exposed to any mode of usage. Around the shimmering boards brazen banding had been riveted into place, giving the whole ensemble an even more fortified and intimidating air.

  Drawing her over to the device, Atlas leant down and threw the bolt on the floor, opening the slat so she might put her feet in. Mina immediately stepped in without being told to do so, ready and willing to surrender herself to his ministrations. There was no need to speak; she was ready to obey and there was no need for something as superfluous as words. When she was with Tethys and Oceanus she was part of their relationship and could contribute with words and comments, but here such things were irrelevant. She was a captive, a prisoner, and she was more than eager to explore such a role to its entirety.

  When the thick plank was closed, the soft leather interior pressed against her ankles, grabbing them firmly and spreading her legs wide, as the pillory demanded. Lifting the headboard Atlas offered her the interior slots, and placing her wrists into the soft grooves, Mina then draped her head into place, her collar and joints engulfed by the padding and bending her forward so her breasts hung from her torso.

  As she expected, a gag was brought up to her lips, the soft foam ball being pushed between them, filling her mouth before a strip of tape was used to lock her lips together and prevent her spitting out the stifling device.

  Atlas pointed to a stool and a chest, causing a shuffle of leather limbs as his slaves brought them over to him and set them before Mina’s naked bottom. The Titan then seated himself, and Mina could do nothing save listen as the lid was opened and the contents searched.

  She heard a thrumming whirr of oscillating movement behind her, and a magic wand brushed its rounded head against her sex. Straining her buttocks upwards she snorted and gasped, her thighs trembling as she rode the vibrating toy. The shuddering kisses being hurled into her pudenda had her melting against her bondage, her limbs pulling at the stalwart pillory, the leather squeaking softly against her skin. In Atlas’s hand the implement began moving lower, losing height and forcing Mina to follow it if she wanted to continue feeling its delightful caresses.

  ‘Come on, you can keep yourself on it if you really want to,’ he said, chuckling.

  Mina smiled at his malicious intentions, her neck aching from exertion as she tried to drag herself low enough, her trapped extremities unable to follow the toy. As it came away she was left starved of the pleasure and with her body suddenly fighting the stocks, trying to free herself from the intense frustration.

  ‘No, too late, you’ll just have to taste something else instead, slave.’

  She heard the subtle sound of displaced air behind her, and a leather paddle sounded against her left buttock, the oval covering a large area with a sudden hot flash of discomfort.

  ‘How is that?’ Atlas enquired as she shouted against her gag. Quivering from the stern impact the welts of her earlier whipping revived a little, adding significantly to the warm sensation spreading through her tender cheek. Lifting her buttocks as high as she could, she used body language to show him her reaction and to petition another blow. ‘Oh, so you want more, do you?’ He sounded amused. ‘Well, we’ll see how much it takes to slake your thirst for the paddle.’ He decided not to resist the temptation of her bottom wriggling enticingly before him, covered with welts he himself had contributed to. The paddle landed on her other cheek and then stung the previous one again, elevating the level of distress in her throbbing skin. ‘That’s it, slave, dance for me, dance for your owner. If you perform well I might reward you again with the wand,’ he promised, and added another stroke to his tally.

  Mina jerked against the pillory, torn by pain and pleasure. Then in the startled moment of her endurance, where the effects of the paddle were at their most virulent, Atlas fulfilled his promise and slipped the wand back between her parted legs, lifting her against the engine of restraint.

  ‘That’s enough,’ he said after a moment, ‘we wouldn’t want to burn you out, would we?’ He gave her a few more paltry moments of pleasure before removing the instrument. ‘Not while we still have so much more to do,’ he muttered, and began afflicting her with a swift barrage of claps. The paddle dropped across her cheeks, striking the sides and the summits, setting the purple lines left by the crop against a deep red background. ‘Come on, slave, you can sing louder than that!’ he demanded, dropping the chastising bat to her again and again, imparting flashes of fulgent sensation, each one adding to the previous store of agony to make her body spasm and her voice wail against the gag.

  Finally the stinging impacts ceased and the wand returned, teasing her some more, turning her agony into ecstasy and addicting her to the lambasting hand of her tormentor.

  ‘There, that’s a good slave. A little reward, and we’ll get back to tanning this delightful ass.’ Atlas chuckled again, rubbing the shaking head of the toy against her labia, spreading its pleasure up into her womb. Then, with a heavy-handed swat, he slammed the paddle’s leather surface against her upper thigh, making Mina cry out against her gag, tears shimmering in her eyes as her sex grew even more moist with consuming desire. She dropped against the stocks, wilting as her legs shook, trying to weather this latest storm of sensations.

  ‘No, up we get,’ he ordered, the brush of the wand between her thighs lifting her back upright, her knees straightening out, her toes and fingers wiggling as she groaned and panted through her nose, her teeth biting into the foam ball. A squeal seeped through the gag’s barrier as another broad stroke of the paddle swung around and caught her bottom before swinging back to attack from the other side. ‘I think you’re ready for something new, slave,’ Atlas decreed at last.

  Mina trembled, lines of salty tears running down her cheeks and over the tape responsible for gagging her, as the wand stopped its mechanical growl and fell silent, leaving her hanging in the air, a t
rickle of moisture escaping her pussy and slipping down her inner thigh.

  The snap of a surgical glove echoed through the room, and she felt cool gel coating rubber-sheathed fingers. The lubricant was worked into her anus, two fingers slipping through her sphincter to ride the chill substance in and out of her, readying her for some method of penetration. The excitement at not being able to see what was coming was coupled with fright at what he intended, the stocks a wonderful means to keep her in giddy suspense.

  ‘Are we ready, slave?’ he asked, continuing to drift his fingers in and out of her in a mockery of intercourse.

  Mina nodded as best she could against the stocks, murmuring her affirmation, the feel of him sliding his digits in and out of her tempting her into accepting anything he cared to give her.

  ‘As you wish, slave - here it comes,’ he muttered, taking up some new instrument from the small trunk. ‘First, we need to loosen you up a little. I won’t have a tight hole resisting me.’ The bulbous head of a large jelly dildo was applied to her small opening. It was a familiar sensation, and Mina wondered what the new deed would be as the Titan worked the helmet into her, educating her sphincter and reminding it of all its former penetrations.

  Shuddering against the feel of the soft trespasser tentatively exploring her anus, Mina suddenly threw herself into a rigid pose, her every muscle and tendon stiffening to attention, her fingers twisting into claws of shock. Convinced she was ready, the intruder had bolted forward, riding into her, revealing that just past the ordinary summit of the toy was a shaft of deep plunging ribs. The round peaks and troughs rode her muscular ring upon them, making her screech against her gag, the sensation not unlike the one imparted by the use of anal balls. He nudged her deepest regions, inflicting a spike of woe before hauling the dildo back out, bouncing her orifice upon its smoothly serrated back, jolting her anus and making her livid with exquisite sensations.