Enslaved by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  ‘I think we’ll leave these on for a while,’ he said, lazily admiring the shiny weave of steel hanging between her breasts, the chain slung between them swaying slightly with her gasps. Then his idle study of the devices afflicting her with suffering ended as he reunited the cane with her flesh, his hand applying a handful of strokes across her form as she cried out and begged him to stop. He seemed to use the cane between events as a sort of chapter break, a moment to pause and savour the memory of his last punishment before proceeding with the next one. Her skin, already well versed in the lessons of the cane, was now pulsating with contused intensity, her flesh zebra-striped with lurid welts.

  Hanging in a daze of dissolute excess, Mina mulled over her predicament. She was tempted to let herself be broken soon, to surrender herself to his will, but for now she wanted more, she wanted to feel the abuse she so passionately craved, to dwell in the shadow of another’s dominance. He had her bound and helpless before him, and as she falsely strove against his will she yearned to give in, but the longer she held out the more rewarding her final defeat would be.

  Taking up the dildo and producing a second identical one, he climbed onto the stone altar with her again and stood before her stretched legs, marvelling at the sight of her spread-eagled before him, her pussy and bottom an open, prurient book to his gaze. He ran a finger down her thigh, no longer able to resist a quick tactile indulgence, and she heard him purr softly with lust as his digit traced her welts, the raised and flushed imprint of the cane attracting his full interest for a few moments. Unable to deny himself the thrill of seeing her penetrated, he rested one of the toys against her sodden pudenda. He started to rock each back and forth in turn, rotating them, gathering a full coating of her natural juices to lubricate the devices. Mina shook with rapture as she felt each example roll against her, teasing her while she clenched her hands into fists, her mouth gaping open.

  ‘I wonder if this hole is as virginal as the rest of you, my sweet former puppet.’ He aimed the toy between her bottom cheeks.

  ‘No, sir, please don’t do this to me,’ she wailed, offering him the possibility he was correct.

  ‘Will you sign?’ he asked, and met silence once more as she shivered and fought against her bonds, trying to get free by way of an answer. Her every limb strained against her splayed suspension as the dildo was pushed into her, and she acknowledged the acute pleasure of the penetration with her moans as he slowly fed the massive interloper into her bottom. The exquisite sensation of its massive trespass was easily mistakable for pain, how much she enjoyed feeling the titanic shaft drilling deep into her causing breathless screams to issue from her throat as it slid all the way inside her.

  ‘There, that’s a good girl, I knew you’d like it.’ His voice shook with excitement as he watched the blue translucent shaft vanishing into her buttocks right before his eyes. ‘But let’s see the full range we can explore here,’ he muttered, ravenous to see a dual intrusion. He began adding the other length to her moist sex, forcing it in and rocking the dildos back and forth leisurely.

  Mina broke into paroxysms of response, her body played like an instrument by the sheer bliss being pumped through her nervous system by the linked dildos. The torture and subjugation had aroused her more than she realised, and now with penetration added to the strain of suspension and clamps, she was barely able to keep track of her sanity. Howling into the air as she was sodomised and ravished, she begged and pleaded for him to stop, and her words sounded truly desperate because the joy of it was almost too much to withstand. The two pliant levers were rolled and steered and dragged from side to side as he continued to thrust them in and out of her orifices, and crying out in utter rhapsody, Mina danced and bounced in her restraints, the feel of the clamps lost, the heinous applied pressure on her nipples unable to compete with such heady bliss.

  Then a twisting yank extracted the two lengths with a popping sound, and trickles of moisture ran down her belly, the stimulus having flooded her pussy with lubricating juices.

  Stepping off the plinth he set the toys aside, leaving her wheezing in a dazed stupor, her eyes fluttering closed, her mouth hanging open. Then she felt his hands brush her breasts, his fingers tracing meandering paths around the hanging flesh before closing in on her nipples.

  ‘Oh God,’ she whined as he gathered up the clamps, and then she moaned in rapturous agony as he started to pull and twist them, manoeuvring the entrapped and afflicted nuggets of sensitive tissue in their metal jaws. Then suddenly he opened them, and her droning mewl became a shriek and she thrashed madly as the tips of her breasts erupted with sensation, burning spikes of woe that shot through her whole body. Finally the level of havoc began dwindling, merging with the excruciating background pain she was constantly in, a steady and regular level of distress wrought by the suspension and her cumulative horde of angry welts. Hanging in an apathetic daze, Mina heard Jupiter changing implements yet again, arming himself with a new means to try and vanquish his most deadly and accomplished employee. The crackling grind of the violet wand reached her ears, and she turned her hanging head to see his hands strangely empty. Frowning in confusion, she then saw that a small silver pad lay tucked into his waistband, pressing it to his skin. The panel spilled an insulated cable to the head of the wand where it lay deserted on the floor, grumbling with power all to itself.

  Reaching out, his finger spat a tentacle of cyan force onto her flank, his whole body transformed into a bulb by the conductor attachment he was wearing. She gurgled and shook as he reached around her, his fingers letting energy spill from his skin. It was bizarre to see that as the jolt of electrical force left his skin it remained benign to him, whereas when it jumped between them it suddenly became afflictive to her. She shuddered while the crackling blue sparks were drawn across her by his wandering hands hovering just above her flesh, letting strobe pulses flash over her. Then, striding back up onto the plinth, he stood above her loins like some tyrannical sorcerer ready to use his magic against her. Waving his hands he let his digits swoop across her most intimate regions, his palms and fingertips hurling angry lightning flashes of sensation into her, causing her to gasp and wail. It was an amazing experience to watch the man dominating her transform himself into the instrument of punishment, to have his body sending charged bolts of sensation into his targeted submissive. She was giddy with elation at the feeling of being tormented in this way, Jupiter seeming almost more than human now as the very fibres of his being unleashed influences on her, as if his very will could be manifested and used to harass her.

  ‘Ready to sign yet, slave?’ he asked, letting his little finger run above the entrance to her pussy, his skin spilling copious arcs of energy against her labia and making her legs quiver, the muscles flashing with tension.

  ‘No, I won’t,’ she gasped, her words shaking with indecision in order to try and goad him on, to offer him the possibility that he was almost there, almost successful in his eventual and complete triumph over her.

  Kneeling on the slab, he leaned down and grabbed a pinwheel from his case, and Mina watched as he positioned himself behind her and readied the instrument. She wondered what he intended, for she had succumbed to such a trinket before and the neuro wheel had been a pleasing tease to her skin. But when he rolled it down her inner thigh, it was a far less charming companion this time. The electrical force so readily dissipated upon the bulbs and upon his body was concentrated down the pinned head of the wheel, condensing the flow to a tiny point that made every touch feel like a piercing stab. She tensed to attention and howled as he trailed it gently and lazily over her skin, the tiny spires feeling as though they were lacerating her, so intense was their discharge into her hapless nerves.

  The enhanced pinpricks rode all over her legs and then down her back and chest, working their way towards her breasts and making her sob and quiver. Jupiter teased her with the affliction, circling her hanging mounds like a bird of prey, laying down di
stressing whirls of sensation around them before finally crossing onto the soft inverted tissue. She squawked and battled against her restraints as the pinwheel laid its agonising tracks upon her assets, the absolute worst moments coming when his wandering hand crossed her nipples, casting scorching, stabbing waves into her teats.

  ‘Ready to confess now, Mina? Ready to sign yourself over to me? If you are, this all ends right now,’ he offered, leaving her shaking her head violently from side to side as she wept with dismay at how savage the wheel had become. ‘As you wish,’ he stated equably, and started to trail the wheel back up her body.

  ‘Oh no! No sir, please! I’m begging you, show mercy,’ she whimpered as she guessed where he was taking it. She had almost given in when he was attending her assets, the influence of the wheel almost eclipsing her masochistic hunger. But before she gave in she wanted to know what it felt like on her sex, to taste fully of what horrors it could commit. If they were too much, as she guessed they would be, she would give in instantly. Admitting to his ownership was a safe word she could use if his play became too much for her to take, and while it was there, she could allow herself to endure and enjoy all the atrocities he had to offer her ravenous physique.

  ‘Then sign!’ he commanded, the wheel crossing her flexing belly, her muscles jerking as the warped medical tool continued its prickly voyage up towards her pussy.

  ‘I can’t! I won’t! But please, not this, I can’t take any more! I can’t take the pain!’ She wailed, telling him she was close to her limits, that he was almost there and this deed could well be the one to finally vanquish her.

  ‘Then taste these little electric teeth on your pussy, slave.’ He dragged the small wheel between her thighs, letting the metal fangs bite her vulva.

  ‘Ah! Stop! Stop!’ she screamed, her every muscle straining and alive with duress as she fought her containment.

  ‘Sign!’ he commanded again, tracing the wheel dangerously close to her roused clit.

  ‘Nooooo!’ she howled, denying his rule as well as the imminent attack she was yearning to experience. The wheel crossed her tender bud, its spires throwing unbelievable travail into her nerve-endings, making her pelvis and buttocks explode with pain. ‘I’ll sign! I’ll sign, sir! Stop! I’ll do it! I’ll do anything!’

  The wheel came away and she felt him pat her sodden pudenda before jumping down off the platform. ‘Good girl, I knew you’d come around in the end.’

  Mina hung limp from her bonds, shuddering, her nerves frayed, her system in shock from having experienced so many terrible sensations. But even now the torment was metamorphosing in her mind, wreathing itself in heady bliss and becoming a sweet torture. She was enamoured with the memory of her cries, of her willingness to do, and say, anything to end the affliction, as she was broken to the demands of another’s desires. The cosy warmth spreading through her psyche helped soothe her discomfort as she hung before Jupiter, awaiting the final act in their contracted session.

  ‘But before I give you the paper,’ he said abruptly, ‘I want you to prove that you’re telling the truth, slave.’ He stepped before her once more, and the wand continuing to crackle in the background told her his anatomy was still charged with the power to torment her.

  ‘Anything, sir, just please don’t use the wheel on me again.’

  ‘Then you will service me,’ he stated.

  Mina hesitated for a moment to pretend she was considering his offer, delaying her response until he was forced to prompt her.

  ‘Okay, back to the wheel we go,’ he said enthusiastically, turning and heading back towards his case.

  ‘No sir, please, I’ll do it... I’ll do it.’

  Acting with celerity, spurned by his elation, Jupiter lowered her back to the stone surface, paying out the hoist as quickly as the dense mechanism would permit. Once she was down he exploited her level of enervation to reconfigure her restraints. Mina could move a little, but she continued to feign total apathy, offering a few weak struggles to his will as he worked, eager to sate her own thirst to service him.

  A padlock was used to connect her wrist cuffs, sealing them directly together and leaving the chain hanging in a loose loop from the steel bands. The fetters that were still anchored to the stone were used to capture her ankles once more, leaving her able to sink back onto her knees while still tying her to the small granite stage. Secured before him, she watched as he stepped back up onto the plinth. Lowering his zipper, he left the body conductor attachment firmly in place, promising her a variant on her normal task of fellatio.

  Mina rose up onto her knees, her bonds keeping her legs apart and in a semi-squat. With timid motions she reached in and drew his rapidly swelling length free, her fingers sustaining nips of shock as she came into contact with his flesh. Jupiter grinned as she moaned and worked, her hands sustaining constant crackling kisses while she drifted a fist back and forth, conjuring more rigidity, making him swell in her hand.

  ‘Enough of that, get to it, slave.’

  Opening her mouth and closing her eyes, she drifted forward, her hands to the stone. She recoiled suddenly with a squeak and nursed her lips, several arcs of cyan force having jumped free as she drew close to him, biting her before she even came into contact with his mordant anatomy.

  ‘Unless you want to feel that sensation on your clit, you’d best do as I say, slave,’ he threatened.

  Trying again, Mina closed in quicker this time, gobbling up his shaft so she spread more of her skin onto his, narrowing the concentration of force. Her tongue still suffered the odd nip, and her lips were tingling from the charge being slipped between them, but it was easier to perform this way. Rocking her head in a piston-like motion she emitted soft moans of dismay as she worked, exciting him all the more, making him grow rigid against her palate as she serviced his lust. Occasionally she removed her mouth from him altogether and let the tip of her tongue flit against the head of his length, enduring the far more concentrated regime of single weaving bolts. It was an entrancing sensation, one that had her teasing his head again and again so she could taste the charge with the tip of her tongue. She let her lips drift back over him, sustaining a variety of pulses through her soft orifice as she continued to work him towards orgasm, punished by his body while she toiled for his pleasure. Finally, she felt his shaft pulsing in her mouth, and a small precursor taste of his seed trickling down her throat.

  ‘That’s enough,’ he growled, dragging himself from the spell she was weaving, pushing her back and stepping away. Grabbing her shoulders, he shoved her facedown against the plinth, leaving her spread before him, her hands behind her back, her legs parted by their bonds.

  Mina smiled into the stone as she felt him move between her splayed legs and aim himself into her sodden sex. After the prolonged torture she was open and willing to accept him, and he glided into her without effort. His length scorched her with a few shocking bolts as he approached, making her jerk and moan before he was fully within her, spreading a tingling electrical stimulation through her womb. The sensation was unidentifiable and intense, spicing his slow casual thrusts, the penetration infinitely more exciting with this new and bizarre addition to the blissful sensation. Moaning in rapture, she felt him picking up speed, keeping himself propped up with his hands, his legs held back so as to keep as little of himself in contact with her as possible. Then, with a bestial bray, he answered his orgasm, driving into her from root to tip, filling her acutely with each thrust. Mina cried aloud with pleasure, this second act of coitus between them accentuated and magnified by his torment of her flesh and her complete submission to him.

  He slowed and broke into more chaotic motions before he finally stopped moving. Switching off the wand, he removed the conducting pad and left himself lying on top of her, using her body as a bed while he breathed softly and deeply, recovering from the joy of using her as his possession.

  Mina lay dazed against the st
one, recovering her senses from the numerous trials of the session, the two of them perspiring and silent as they mulled over the precious memory, reliving their favoured parts.

  With a deep metallic tone the door of the room unlocked and was forced back on its heavy hinges. Two Cyclops women entered, one of them holding a collection of chains and iron manacles. ‘She is to be relocated now, sir,’ one of them stated.

  ‘So soon? Ah, but it was well worth the wait,’ crooned Jupiter as he slowly extracted himself from Mina, the feel of his length riding against her tender membranes making the chains jangle once more as she jerked and gasped beneath his exit. ‘Until we can meet again, my sweet predator,’ he said with a laconic air, but his voice was unsteady with feeling. He had spent so long dreaming of her, and now he had at last tasted the fruit he had hungered after for so many years. She wondered what he was thinking now he’d finally taken what he had wanted for so long. She wondered if she was diminished in his eyes. Gathering his shed articles of clothing, he carelessly crushed them into a ball and staggered from the room, his feet dragging, his eyes clouded with the after-effects of actually living what he had spent so long dreaming of.

  The Cyclops women watched him depart and then moved in on Mina, opening her shackles and dragging her up onto her feet. After reinstalling the ring gag, one of the guards stepped before her and laced her arms beneath Mina’s, gripping her around her upper torso and holding her upright. Mina could have attempted to stand, but it felt much more satisfying to simply hang against the stern hold of the woman, her head resting against the firm breasts, her features nuzzled into the soft cleavage. The other guardian then took her limp arms and brought them back to snap thick iron cuffs on her wrists, which were connected by a short chain with a fat ring at the centre, and from there another chain moved up to a dense and heavy collar. The weighty band was set about her throat, the thick locks snapped into place. The ring also dropped two other lines of heavy chain, the strong coils extending to fetters that were clipped to her feet, weighing her down even more with their oppressive and exceedingly stout design. They seemed almost medieval in their appearance, the sort of absurdly weighty bonds modern technology and alloys had made unnecessary. Clearly, Hephaestus was a nostalgic creature, or at least a lover of dark and perilous times.