The door whirred open and Mina wandered haphazardly behind Rache. The corridor beyond bore six more doorways on either side, each of them accessing a dark chamber wherein she saw a catalogue of devices she would no doubt come to enjoy and dread. She could vaguely detect stocks of various configurations, gallows, pits, cages, poles and beams, hanging chains and all manner of strange eldritch forms that she could not even hope to identify.
The image of these numerous sources of sadomasochistic pleasure curled in Mina’s heart, making her regard the girl responsible for cruelly towing her with a lewd prurience. Mina’s eyes met the image of her rear, riding against the latex, the smooth rounded peaks black and catching the refractions of light across their tight panes, the grip of it down her legs as her elegant back swayed with her steps, her long hair swishing from side to side as they went through the doorway at the very end of the corridor.
Flicking the overhead light on, the spotlight beam dropped down to reveal a bland room. It looked almost like a site of execution - the dominating chair of steel riveted in place at the heart of the dazzling beam, its surfaces sparkling with wicked glee. The polished steel structure seemed to glow as she stared across its rigid dimensions, the chair made to contain even the most berserk struggles to break free.
The metal seat bore slight grooves so that a female bottom might settle in, her thighs being parted wide to run down the two flat panels descending on the front legs. The tall back of the chair was just short of being as wide as her torso, withering in further at the shoulder area so that it could remain smaller than the dimensions of the head.
From the back, two metal poles curled around to hold steel plate armrests as long as her forearms, and all across the stern device, dense leather trammels had been riveted into irrevocable place. The various belts hung lazily from the metal chair, awaiting their first victim, the chair clearly being new and unused.
Underneath the four stout legs of the device was a grill, like a drain, and Mina then noticed the subtle hatch in the seat that would allow access to her most intimate and vulnerable areas.
Led by the cruel leash, Mina was delivered to the chair and turned around before being shoved into it. As her buttocks landed on the hard seat she jerked and cried out, her bruised cheeks becoming livid with angst from being so rashly sat upon.
Rache gave spiteful pulls to the clit clamp, crippling any hope of resisting as Mina spasmed, wriggling against the arm sheath. Rache exploited this debilitated state to open her hobble and use clips at the base of the chair to catch her fetters, anchoring Mina temporarily to ease the full process of restraint.
With her legs spread lewdly, the inner tendons strained from such a pose, Mina could only watch impotently as a belt at the back of her head was pulled around and presented to her mouth. At first she resisted, refusing to open for the girl, but a slap to her cheek made her will melt and roused her desire for more. She again declined to obey, gaining another stinging swat from the gorgeous dominatrix. Another slap stung her face and she finally relented so the girl might run the leather ribbon through. The dense hide was inflexible, and even when she crushed her jaws to it, it failed to collapse and allow her to close her mouth. Rache tightened the strip with a stern yank, pulling Mina’s skull tightly against the headrest.
Resting in the solid arms of the chair, Mina felt the buckles down the latex sheath being unfastened and the girl started to pick at the laces. The opportunity to try and break out was close. Against all reason, Mina found herself deliberating whether to try or not. Yes, she wanted escape, but also, she had a mistress dedicated to her, who would never stop, never leave her again. She had suffered loss and anguish when separated from her previous owners and beloved castes and fellow slaves, if she would just surrender herself to Rache, give the girl her body and soul, she could find paradise. But every time she pictured life it wasn’t in the skies, and that was where her true love lay.
Unable to bend over now, Mina wailed as the clamp was removed, the eruption of stolen feeling making her rear clap against the seat as she jiggled up and down, her loins thrusting into the air as though they could fling free the loathsome sensations.
Again her enfeebled and distracted condition was used to condemn her, and acting with speed and skill Rache slipped the latex sheath free and stretched an arm down. A buckled belt grabbed at the wrist and the leather strap tightened with a brutal yank, pressing the flesh against the steel sides of the backrest.
Mina tore her other arm free to try and unfasten the restraints and get out before she was fully immobilised, but the girl had defeated her already. Rache grabbed Mina’s arm and held tightly to it with both of hers. Full of rage Mina burbled against the gag, sending rivulets over the leather barricade as she tugged and thrashed, trying to get it free. But the girl was stronger than she appeared, and Mina was wailing in jeopardy as Rache forced the limb down, bringing it slowly towards the side. A knee pressed into her forearm, paining the flesh and making Mina croak with the discomfort as the restraint was tightened into place.
Rache stepped back to admire her handiwork, her dull stare panning across Mina as she lay bound to the chair, her body straining against the bonds, a slight glaze of sweat being conjured from her skin by the fight to gain her freedom.
The girl began her work with steady precision, taking up the rest of the trammels and setting them firmly to Mina’s helpless frame. Added strips ran over her upper arms, over her forearms, and about her throat. A pair of leather ribbons acted like strangling jaws, running closely above and below her breasts, scooping them up between them and squeezing to her ribs, oppressing each breath and making the feminine flesh swell with added feeling. Another captured her waist, hauling in the softer region as another secured her hips, dragging firmly back to pin her hindquarters into position. Straps ran over her inner thighs and above her knees before another was set below the joint.
Every inch of Mina was immobile, and she tensed her muscles, the feel of the straps rising as they dug into her flesh. It felt good to be left so helpless, to be left utterly compliant to another’s will. The girl could and would do anything she wished now, and there was nothing Mina could do to stop her.
The girl stepped up and straddled Mina’s lap, settling in, making her libido churn with the feel of latex-coated buttocks seating themselves on her, the thighs of this goddess of pain resting on her own petrified ones. The naked breasts of the girl were just short of her own, Mina’s eyes wide as they regarded the torso of the exquisite female, studying her, aching to kiss and lick her, to even just touch her would be a blessing. But the girl was spitefully teasing, letting Mina strain and struggle, betray her hunger for Rache and be starved.
The pointed nails of the girl rose and closed on Mina’s breasts, running the daggers gently over the skin before inflicting gentle prods about the aureole, introducing flicks of distress. After tapping her nails steadily all about her nipples, she began to point them into the swollen nuggets, jabbing them lightly so as to make the engorged flesh shudder with discomfort.
The girl tormented her thus for a while, leisurely testing the full spectrum of Mina’s responses to it before she merely closed her fingers to the assailed morsels and squeezed. Mina’s respiration rasped over the gag, her chest fighting the straps with each gasping breath. The effects of the fierce holds were magnified by the straps and by the recent prods, and as the girl began to roll her fingers, Mina was groaning and sobbing for mercy, but Rache merely continued to watch Mina’s expression as tears slid down her features. Rache continued the maltreatment until Mina was a sobbing wreck, and then merely released them and stepped from Mina’s body.
Sighing with relief, Mina could still feel the residual ache in her breasts, the glorious lingering trace soothing her, the act having rekindled her masochistic need. With endorphins flowing again she was hungry for more discipline, to be made the girl’s slave. It was not a futile wish, and though she knew she would r
egret such thoughts when the worst of her punishments were being applied, she knew she would love them afterwards and want more, and be all the more sated the harsher and more callous they had been.
The girl moved behind the chair and settled down, the soft murmur of stretching rubber making Mina’s desire curl within her. What would this girl do when she realised just how aroused Mina was by her? Would her torments be affected when she discovered Mina’s insatiable hunger for abuse and humiliation?
The girl strode to the wall and pressed her hand to it as Mina watched through tear-flecked eyes, the beads of moisture hanging on her eyelashes distorting her vision, making every refraction of light wink like an angelic star. A hatch opened up and she reached in, drawing free a magic wand, the black stem of the handle bearing the small strut and bulbous vibrating head of the exquisite sex toy. Mina bit the gag with glee as she beheld the device, for it was a source of pleasure that made any vibrator a pathetic runner-up by comparison. A roll of red tape was also removed and brought over, Rache closing the concealed hatch and leaving Mina wondering what else was hidden in the very structure of the chamber.
A socket hidden on the back of the chair accepted the wand and the girl paid out the cord, bringing it over and between Mina’s parted thighs. Dipping it into Mina’s sex, she tensed with the feel of it sliding against her, the girl pushing so that her clitoris rested gently upon its soon to be thrumming head. Two strips of tape were used to secure it in place, leaving Mina unable to escape it, not that she would even wish to.
Rache turned it on, using the more lethargic setting, the device breaking into an oscillating rhythm that sent astonishingly intense vibrations through her sex. A rattling exhale poured from Mina’s throat, the heady bliss galloping through her, making her wither into the stern arms of bondage, her eyelids fluttering, her jaw dropping open.
The girl watched her reaction for a moment and then stepped forward to turn around and present her latex-sheathed rear to Mina’s ravenous gaze. Shuddering on the wand, Mina yearned to touch her, to feel the flesh that owned her, wrapped tightly in the fetishistic shell.
The girl shuffled back, bringing herself a little closer. Mina’s hands stretched against the wrist straps, her fingers straining forward, her tips just short of being able to touch, the fabric beckoning, making her livid with need. She would give anything to just run her hand over the rear of her owner, just once, just to hold it and feel Rache’s power over her. The quivering head of the wand blithely continued its singular mission, drawing intense pleasure from Mina’s womb, making her tremble, every depraved thought and segment of longing bolstered by the bliss, turned from a simple peccadillo into a raging insatiable obsession.
Rache moved back a little more, offering herself to Mina’s senses. Her arm was burning from the effort she was placing in trying to brush a finger against the girl, the straps digging painfully in. But she needed this more than anything and was all too willing to endure to acquire it.
Another small move finally let her very tips brush the fabric, the smooth black skin running under her touch, elating her senses. Rache moved closed still, permitting Mina to actually employ her fingers in full and to ease the need to stretch so acutely. Mina’s unblinking stare was locked to the sight of the glorious rump before her, tight thighs set apart a little as the girl stood to attention, her hands on her hips in a classic dominating pose, allowing her servile wretch to touch her.
Was it a reward for all her suffering, and that which was to come? If so, it was more than adequate. Mina would undergo ten times what she had already just to earn this pleasure, to be tied tightly down, mounted on a wand and allowed to run her lowly hand upon the hindquarters of her taciturn deity.
Again the girl moved back onto the fawning touch, permitting Mina to run her hand upon the pert buttocks, to trace their contours, her mouth watering with the fantasy of licking it, of being smothered by it as she had been when Poseidon ravished her. At the time she resented it, but now she was here, riding the buzzing head of the wand, she could think of nothing she would rather endure.
Her hand slid between the cleft of Rache’s rear, the latex stretched tight upon, swinging from the peaks of her buttocks, slung across the valley as it dipped down between her legs. Running her palm between the girl’s thighs she felt the taut flesh, rubbed the latex-bound hide, the back of her hand being tickled by the other inner thigh.
The girl gave a small shudder of response as Mina continued to stroke her, Mina’s mind burning with arousal, making the wand’s work all the easier as she felt a climax develop in sudden bounding waves. Her hand held tightly to the rounded stem of Rache’s inner thigh, clasping the firm physique of her private tyrant as she jerked with orgasm, the sensations overwhelming.
Again she climaxed, this one merged with a growing pain, her sex growing raw, chafed by the continuing attack. The eagerness with which her sex had met the arrival of the wand quickly vanished as it grew intolerant and then hateful of the implement.
Rache moved away, Mina’s finger sliding on her latex hide and then falling free as she was deserted. Rache turned about and continued to watch as Mina started to grimace and wriggle, trying to get herself off the baleful tool that was continuing its work, crafting rising discomfort instead of pleasure, as though a setting had been changed to completely alter its purpose. Rache had turned an implement of ultimate pleasure into a weapon of unprecedented frustrating angst.
Mina gurgled and wept, fighting her bonds, writhing upon the humming head, her thighs flickering with bursts of tension as she struggled to find some way in which to alleviate the ongoing havoc. Burbling pleas spilled freely from her, her spread lips leaving them distorted and virtually unintelligible, not that it mattered to the girl in her world of eternal quiet.
Mina looked to her oppressor with pleading, her eyes dripping salty trails down her cheeks, her body fighting the chair with fervour as she suffered for the pleasure of Rache’s innate and cultivated sadism.
Suddenly the girl stiffened with a small twinge and reached behind her back, bringing a small dart into view. She looked aghast at the steel projectile and brushed a thumb over the bright blue feathered plume, then her eyes rolled and she collapsed, the dart chiming brightly on the floor as it fell from her grip.
Mina stared with confusion down the corridor to see two shadowy forms approach, one of them moving boldly, the other approaching with less ease. Flickering her stare down to the crumpled form of Rache, she could see the softly regulated breathing of unconsciousness, the girl merely sedated, not slain.
Stretching her physique against the bonds, Mina wondered just what the hell was going on, this event being contrary to everything that had been explained to her about her incarceration.
Chapter 17
Mina looked up and found the regal owner of all she had known and loved. Clad in his ragged robes, he slid the tranquilliser pistol back into the internal folds of his garments, slotting it into a shoulder holster.
The eternal ghost was at his side, her tubes connected to the portable mechanism that sustained her, the wheeled box following her like a metal dog. The zip down her face had been opened, allowing the two flaps to be pulled back, unveiling two plastic eyepieces, the interiors damp with condensation.
‘Charybdis?’ she quizzed, her words corrupted by the belt as she raised her eyebrows, the astonishment making her forget a moment about the pain between her legs.
Stepping forward he opened the gagging belt and pulled it out of her mouth, letting Mina lick her lips and stammer her words as she continued to ride the throbbing toy.
‘Please, master, turn it off,’ she sobbed, her head able to droop a little to stare at the accursed thing oscillating against her. ‘Please, it’s too much pain!’
‘Of course, Mina, I don’t want any outside forces impeding your judgement,’ he announced, and flicked the switch. Mina sagged with a rasp of relief, her loins still s
corched from their chafing experience but at least no more distress was being added to her already considerable reserve.
‘Judgement, master?’ she murmured after a moments consideration, wondering what was going on. No one was supposed to be able to enter here. She was supposed to be here forever, so why had this intrusion taken place? Had Poseidon sponsored it? Or was he oblivious to the actions of Charybdis?
‘I have a very special offer for you, Mina,’ he said softly, kneeling down and looking up at her as beads of sweat trickled down her brow. ‘But first I have a question... are you ready?’ he smiled, his wicked leer hiding some terrible secret that he was relishing unleashing.
‘Do you recall a woman in my employ... Melissa was her name?’ he began, causing Mina to peer at him curiously. He knew of the prime informant who had allowed her to delve into his affairs. How long had he known this? Had he watched her from afar, traced her progress as Jupiter had? ‘You see, someone had been hacking into my little empire, poking around and doing a very good job of concealing their tracks. The best of my elite could not find the source,’ he continued, running his hand down her cheek as she sat bound and vulnerable before him.
Why was he talking of a life she had deserted long ago? It was an existence destroyed by her time in the complex, then further erased by being made into an eel before being forced further back into her mind during her stint as a pony, and even more distanced from her thoughts during the time of training and experiences as a Pegasus.
‘So I ordered all personnel with the relevant access to be watched, and I found that a spy for Turan had been using one of my people to gain access,’ he elaborated. ‘The spy was a particularly nasty piece of work. She confused my employee with notions of lesbian love, exploiting her, using poor Melissa like an object. Which is ironic, because that is pretty much what she has become,’ he laughed, turning to face the latex form behind him.
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