‘M-Mel... Melissa?’ she stammered, recognising the curves she had run her hands over and kissed, the Asian woman sealed deep within her own latex tomb.
‘You got it in one,’ he smiled, rising and walking behind the contorted display of wanton latex bondage that had been Mina’s lover. Sudden guilt struck her, regret for having delivered the woman to this fate. ‘You always were a smart operative, Mina.’
Mina was now besotted with such deeds of extravagant bondage and control, but Melissa was an innocent, someone she had just used and abused to get what she wanted. Now the woman was doomed to an eternity of smothering confinement.
‘So, little Melissa takes the fall for industrial espionage and treason - we handle some very sensitive government information. But before the authorities came for her, I called her to my office and extended an offer to this crying emotional wreck. It was a life of imprisonment no matter what she did. Either the state provided it, or I did. I had barely said the words before she agreed. I can’t blame her though, can you? After all, imagine this luscious little form locked in some state pen? She wouldn’t last long, would she? And it would have been a crime in itself to let her be wasted like that.’
‘Why, Charybdis?’ Mina asked with meek effort, anger and guilt choking her words. ‘Why did you do it to her?’
The man span around and jabbed an accusing finger at her, his teeth bared, his face a mask of fury. ‘Because I saved her life after you ruined it!’ he spat, then calming his tones as Mina was left reeling from the stark truth, he straightened his sleeves and took a sigh of composure. Stepping behind the girl, he reached around and placed his hands on the smooth flat plain of her stomach, submerged beneath a smothering layer of stretched black.
‘I told her she would be my companion, that she would be kept bound in latex, and that she would stay with me forever,’ he summarised, rubbing the tight artificial skin, savouring the feel of the nubile woman locked beneath it.
‘Why are you telling me this, Charybdis?’ she asked, tears spilling down her cheeks. She had never really borne any emotion towards Melissa, because she had none within her. But now that she had been shattered by her delicious slavery, her pent-up psyche was set loose to thrust such long denied traits upon her in abundance, making up for the years they had languished forsaken and lost in the bleakest recesses of her soul. The guilt she felt was overwhelming and had her wishing for her old cold dispassionate edge.
‘Because I want another companion, another someone to rescue from one mode of incarceration to install in another, and I think you would be ideal, dear Mina,’ he said, causing her to suddenly stop her breath, stare at him for a moment, and then move her glower to the latex spectre haunting his side.
‘You want me to... to become like Melissa?’
‘Exactly. An indistinguishable twin sister. Except for the height, of course.’
‘But I...’ she began, trying to form a denial, to refuse out of hand, but the sight of Melissa was captivating, rousing her depraved libido, devoured alive by rubber, a prisoner in her own body, tormented and abused every moment of her life, pleasured, teased and frustrated.
‘I want no misconceptions. You will be sealed in the uniform for the rest of your life, like Melissa here. I’ll torture you, I’ll pleasure you, and you’ll come to love them both, just as Melissa now does. She probably bitterly regrets her decision, but you, Mina, you can appreciate it in ways she cannot. I’ve seen you, I’ve seen your eyes and I know your soul. You want to be mine, to trek at my side, to be with me every second of every day as a defenceless and utterly vulnerable toy. And all the while you can know that I have a wonderful glow in my heart from seeing you bound thus, a prisoner for the rest of your days, every facet of you controlled and regulated only by me.’
Mina stared long and hard at Melissa, a curving sculpture of burnished jet, her eyes glistening within the confines of the inner hood, full of tears, for though she probably hated Mina for using her, she would not wish her doom on anyone. But Mina was unlike her former lover in that she actually craved it, that such bondage was not going to be imposed, it was going to be adored.
‘And if I refuse?’ she asked.
Charybdis waved a dismissing hand as though such an eventuality did not trouble him in the slightest. ‘If you refuse then I simply leave you to the fate Poseidon prescribed for you. I switch the wand back on, lock the door, and when Rache awakens, everything will be as before.’
Mina looked down at the fallen form of the girl, realising that when she awoke she would be even more spiteful. But that was not a consideration. She had to choose what was best for her and forsake everything else. She knew now there would be no return ever to the caste of Pegasus, but with one change in plan, Charybdis’s offer could give her something of equal bliss.
‘I’ll do it, on one condition, and its not negotiable,’ she stated firmly, brooking no defying of her wishes.
‘I am listening,’ replied Charybdis, intrigued. Folding his ragged arms across his robes he regarded her from beneath an intense and studying brow.
‘Starting from this day, and every year thereafter, Melissa and I are released from the uniforms to spend one full night and one full day together in a private room with food, drink, no monitoring and whatever other luxuries are currently on offer,’ she stated, staring into his eyes with purpose.
Charybdis looked back into her defiant stare and then let a smile creep through the corners of his mouth. ‘Done, sweet Mina, done. I’ll have you released and brought back to my domain. Once there, you’ll be sent to a room where Melissa will join you. Make the most of it, slave, your uniform awaits after your little lesbian tryst.’ He turned, drawing Melissa after him, her head fighting the posture collar to try and keep a startled look to Mina.
Clapping his hands a flurry of activity emerged from deep in the corridor as six women in latex cat-suits emerged. No portion of them was visible, the black garments covering their hands, setting them on stiletto heels, their hoods fitted with acute silver eyepieces and a small respirator nozzle at their noses, their mouths stretched wide by an internal gag. They were tall and strong, their muscles pressing against the latex shell that smothered them, the stern guards like wraiths, their mirrored eyes spotted in the corridor long before they emerged from the darkness.
Two of them carried folds of latex stretched between them like a hammock, the body bag flaccid and empty, clearly Mina’s means of transport down to the underwater domain of her one true owner. It felt like she was going home.
Another pair held a weeping girl between them, the slender young woman grizzling in despair. She was obviously aware of her fate, and Mina could guess that she was going to be her replacement, to be locked in with Rache for the rest of her life. What horrors Rache would inflict on her would remain between them and languish in the realms of Mina’s darkest fantasies.
The final pair began to unbuckle Mina, removing her from the chair as the rubber sack was opened up. Exploiting her weakness and willingness to obey, Mina was taken down and slotted into the bondage bag. Loose internal slots accepted her arms and legs, and the hood piece was pulled down to let a gag be placed in her mouth, the ball transfixed by a small tube so she could breathe.
The bag was zipped up, leaving her sealed within a loose cocoon of cold black darkness that clung to her body, making her squirm with delectation at the sensation of being so methodically entombed. The sound of inflation began as the women started to force bulbs onto various nozzles and begin the process. The bag started to swell around her, growing slowly, applying a soft squeeze to her form, relentlessly swallowing her up in its folds, making her feel as though she were dissolving, all capacity for movement evaporating with every new squeeze of a latex gloved fist to an inflator.
Mina sighed and groaned as the pressure continued to mount, the latex vice closing on her, hugging her from all directions, seeking to compress her even further
. Finally, once she was crushed tight, unable to even curl a finger against the pressurised coffin, the women stopped.
Lost in darkness she was taken up, ready to be spirited away and begin the voyage home. Deep in her tomb Mina wept with joy, elated, eager to begin her sentence once she had stolen a day with her cruelly jilted lover.
Chapter 18
After an eternity contemplating her future and past, Mina felt the nozzles being touched. A hiss of pressure sounded as escaping air rushed from the tight balloon suit, the sack deflating upon her. The zip was opened and Mina was dragged roughly out, her eyes granting her a shimmering white pane for a view, her captivity in absolute darkness leaving the outside world a dazzling source of unbearable brilliance.
She was lifted up, her body drenched in sweat. She saw the vague image of a door being opened by one of the black rubber spectres and as the portal swung wide one of the latex ghosts shoved Mina in the shoulder, sending her staggering forward. Her limbs were stiff and weary from her long sentence in the inflated sack and they folded beneath her. She dropped to the floor, flitting her gaze back to see the heavy door slam shut and be locked from without.
Shielding her eyes as they slowly accustomed to seeing things other than pitch-blackness, Mina examined her new location.
The small room had another door before her without lock or handle. The chamber itself bore a shower cubicle in the corner, with towels and other toiletries set on shelves beside it. There was a toilet, and two dressing tables. The first was a cosmetic table, the dresser having a soft chair before it, with angled mirrors rimmed with lights. Elaborate boxes before the reflective panes bore arrays of make-up and the brushes and sponges required to apply it. Upon the other there had been placed several varieties of lingerie, the seductive garments a delightful consideration from Charybdis. Mina traced her fingers over the silken fabrics and smiled with glee as she looked beneath and saw a menagerie of shoes. Charybdis was intent on letting her preen herself and look as alluring as possible for her lover, a consideration she felt immensely grateful for.
Opening the shower door she turned it on, changed the settings until a hot cascade spat from the nozzle. Stepping into the jets she shuddered with exquisite merriment as she felt the perspiration slide from her. Taking the soap she washed and started to use a razor to shave away all excess hair.
Stepping out of the shower she dried herself, checked that she had shorn every follicle and missed nothing, and turned her attention to her appearance.
Her hair had grown back a little since last she had been tended, and after a quick towel dry and the application of a hair dryer to desiccate the strands, the small spines stood up to attention as a bristling carpet. Mina smiled, the severe look suiting her well as she opened the boxes and began to ferret around for colours that fulfilled her purpose.
Highlighting her eyes with shade, running a pencil over her eyebrows after plucking them to a more slender shape, Mina ran a subtle lipstick across her lips and assessed the finished product.
It had been so long since she’d seen her own image this clearly, and even longer since she’d refined her features thus. She had to admit that she was greatly pleased with the result, and couldn’t recall ever looking so attractive. She mused that slavery must agree with her and then turned to the matter of attire.
Sliding her smooth legs into dark fine denier stockings, she straightened the seam down the back and stepped into a thong of midnight satin. Hooking it over her hips she settled the crotch into place, slipping it though her buttocks to press to her rear. She turned and looked at her bottom, the marks of discipline faint and hard to detect, the firm flesh ripe and eager for more.
A strapless bra increased the appeal of her breasts within their shimmering jet cups, and on a whim she added the set of matching opera gloves to the ensemble, the fingers removed so she could file and paint her nails with an ebony sheen.
Sitting back to let the varnish dry she admired the final product, turning on her stockinged feet and assessing her physique. The training of a pony and Pegasus had rebuilt the muscles her eel caste had atrophied, and she was once more a toned and elegant form. Her skin was a wonderful pale colour, the various latex uniforms that had entrapped her like vampires had siphoned out the pink, leaving her an ivory beauty that contrasted the black of her lingerie perfectly. The image of her body tempted Mina to maybe toy with herself, masturbate and exploit the fact of her utter unbound freedom, but she didn’t want to take the edge off her hunger, she wanted to save it all for Melissa.
Blowing across the smooth ovals of her nails, she touched them to ensure they were dry and slipped her feet into black stiletto court shoes. Without cause, the door leading out of the room slid aside, exposing a large chamber beyond.
Taking a deep breath, Mina walked through into the bedroom, her heart fluttering with excitement and yearning lust.
The room was furnished solely for what they wished, giving them all Mina had requested. A large four-posted bed sprawled at the heart of the room, the pink satin sheets glistening in the amber haloes of the flickering candles spaced along the walls on opaque steel curls. The dance of the flames sent shuddering shadow across the scene, making it gloomy and mysterious, inviting iniquity.
A table on the left wall was arrayed with selections of food and drink, a minor feast so they might indulge more ordinary appetites. The other wall had a similar table, this one offering far different fare. This table catered to carnal hunger and was armed with a variety of vibrators, toys, lubricants and other sexual devices for their pleasure. Mina smiled at the sight, doubting she would need them, but amused to know they were there just in case.
The opposite wall bore a door through which Melissa had already entered, the slender Asian girl kneeling on the bed, the two of them fed through preparation rooms.
The girl was naked save for a silver thong, her tawny skin smooth and soft of appearance. Her once long hair had been shaven for inclusion in the latex mummifying uniform, and had now grown back down to her ears, an abrupt bob that she had tended as best she could in her own dressing room.
‘Hello Melissa,’ Mina said softly, wandering slowly towards the bed so as not to frighten her.
‘Who are you?’ snarled the woman with venom, questioning just who it was who had used her and condemned her to this fate, the revelation that Mina was something else irking her.
‘So, you’re pissed that I lied to you, that’s understandable, but I had no idea I would get you into trouble, you have to believe that,’ replied Mina, trying to erase the resentment and fury her imprisonment must have created. Lost in the latex folds, Mina’s betrayal and use of her was probably something that had bloated to insane proportions, giving her something to fixate on other than her sensory deprivation and pain.
‘I always knew you were using me, Mina, or whoever the hell you are, but I couldn’t have imagined how much. Then you left me to... to this,’ she growled, waving a hand around the room.
‘Melissa, I was a spy,’ she stated, sitting down on the end of the bed. ‘I had no choice but to do my job. But I never meant to hurt you, I looked after you, made sure I covered my tracks so you wouldn’t be suspected. My own employer betrayed me, that’s what doomed us both. I’m not Cindy, I’m not even Mina any more, I’m a captive here, just like you.’
‘Is that supposed to make everything right again?’ she hissed, shuffling back across the sheets, retreating from her nemesis, the person she heaped all blame upon for her trials.
Mina sighed and shook her head, looking to the floor. ‘Melissa, look, it doesn’t really matter what happened. We can banter about who set who up, whose fault it is, who came off worse in this, but the fact is, all I’ve had recently is torture and punishment, and you’ve just spent endless months in that latex hell. We’re both free for a short time, so do you want to use it, or shall I just call for Charybdis to come and put us in those rubber cells?’
The girl visibly blanched at the thought and gave a slight shudder as she recalled the smothering embrace of the suit.
‘Good, I can take that as a no, then?’ Mina stated abruptly and climbed up onto the bed, crawling slowly to the cowering girl. Mina had forgotten how gorgeous Melissa was - her curves, her petite form alluring and seductive, her delicate features, her soulful eyes and inviting breasts. It seemed as though a statuesque beauty had been condensed into Melissa’s diminutive form, concentrating her beauty, carrying it far above normal. As her gaze wandered across the huddled body of her former lover, Mina felt her insides ignite with need, her arousing journey in the belly of the rubber sack and process of dressing having filled her with a volcanic appetite.
‘There was one thing I never lied to you about, Melissa,’ she said, closing in on the luscious form.
‘And what’s that?’
‘I do love you, Melissa,’ she offered, realising now that she actually did. Before, the very same words had been made up, used to get what she wanted from the girl, but now she meant them, her old dispassion had been removed and when she said the word, it felt right.
‘Yeah, of course you do,’ the girl retorted sarcastically.
Mina extended a hand and touched Melissa’s shoulder, causing her to shy away with a disgruntled shrug.
‘Melissa, we don’t have much time together, is this how you want to spend it?’ Mina stressed with frustration, growing tired of the delay.
Moving in she grabbed hold of the girl, locking one hand about the nape of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips pressed together and for a moment Melissa accepted. Then, with a sudden violent pull she sought escape, shaking her head, pushing her hands against Mina’s shoulders to get away. ‘No, I won’t,’ she protested, holding Mina off as she continued to try and reel her in.
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