Captured by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  The slight pinch to her nipples was a playful pain that further devoted Mina to her two attendants, her tongue becoming more energetic the more spitefully her nipples were treated. The woman settled more and more weight onto her, crushing her lower face, a pillow of flesh upon her. The woman’s thighs flicked to attention, gripping the arms that were thrown over the headrest, squeezing the subservient face buried into her sex.

  The flitting organ into Mina’s loins came away, leaving her solely with the shaking body riding her face and playing her teats. With her own orifice wet with saliva and prolific juices, Mina was left ready and eager for a more substantial brand of penetration.

  There was a metal scrape as a dildo was taken up and aimed into her, the round tip nestling between the damp lips of her vulva before squirming inward. The slender rod was sheathed fully into her, causing her to arch her back against the bonds, her fingers jumping into rendered claws as she shrieked into her partner’s womb. The fiery orgasm that gouged through Mina rolled on for a few more seconds as the doctor turned it and moved it around, the ribs of the device thundering upon her. The sudden filling of her womb had been unexpectedly fierce, and she was looking forward to more substantial intrusion with a mixture of eagerness and dread.

  ‘Way too small for someone as wanton as yourself,’ he chuckled, and drew it free, the length damp with Mina’s natural brand of lubrication.

  ‘Attend these as I give them to you,’ he told his assistant, and the slap of the shaft onto flesh reached Mina’s ears. She then heard sounds of lapping and licking, no doubt as the other servant orally cleaned the dildo before genuine cleansing was conducted.

  Were these women always this debauched and subservient, or had the regime here attuned them thus? What manner of depraved dominion lay in the actual project itself? This was just the means to enter it, the initiation, the first rite before the real game began. She had to stay focused, that she got through this barrier and made it to the project to find out what it was.

  A larger ram was placed to her opening and jabbed in, crammed to its base, making Mina shriek again as she was more significantly filled. The ridges bounced her clitoris upon them, a drum roll that played a tune of rhapsody.

  The woman riding upon Mina suddenly locked fierce pinches to her nipples and turned them, rolling the summits in her pincer grip to escalate the effects. Mina thought she would pass out, the infernal barrage of sensation attacking her very sanity, so stern and glorious were their effects.

  Her belly rolled and squirmed, shuddering as the doctor slowly manipulated the device, drawing it back and forth, bringing it almost to the point of exit before sheathing it deep once more. Each plunging dive into her had Mina arching up, her body straining to the cage of straps, her breath snorting rabidly against the warm belly of her living gag, her ribs rising and falling with great gasps, her body afflicted with chaotic spasms of tension.

  ‘Still a little loose,’ he decreed, rotating the toy, making her squeal and increase the cavorting dance of her tongue, much to the woman’s delight.

  The toy was dropped into the loyal palms of the kneeling assistant and again she began to lap free the drool of Mina’s ravenous sex.

  Laid within her bonds, she wondered what such an act must be like. To be so well trained in the ways of such obedience, to be so humbled by the authority of another that she would lick clean a phallus used upon another slave. It was a tantalising concept, and it mixed fear of losing her control with the aching fantasy of having such a deed forced upon her.

  Another spear of manhood was taken up and under the doctor’s guidance chose to rub her clitoris with its tip, keeping her fully aroused, teasing her with playful expertise.

  The wider dimensions hauled her open, her tracts riding upon its bloated uneven circumference, stretched to their greatest limits yet. The hot spikes of pain that were lodged within the penetration were joined by a choking glee as she was crudely and massively filled. The push into her, in being stretched so acutely, swallowed up her breath, taking her by surprise, a plethora of unknown emotions and sensations galloping through her. She was starting to feel more significant levels of fear within her giddy rapture, the mystery of her enjoyment in such vice causing more and more concern.

  With pushes and thrusts the doctor made her womb more amiable to the intruder, the membranes giving up a greater measure of elasticity to accommodate it.

  ‘Hmmm, I think one size up for a test, and then we’ll move on,’ he prescribed, handing the large rod to the woman for oral attention.

  A veritable titan was taken up, the brute grasped like a club and directed into her. When he pushed he met resistance, her belly unable to tolerate such massive invasion. But the doctor was well versed in the attitude of recalcitrant flesh and knew he could change its mind with some relentless persuasion. Like a piston he bobbed it back and forth, each shove making Mina cry out as it hauled at her limits, demanding that she swallow it. Again and again he worked at achieving such a goal, each push travelling a little deeper as more of her orifice was defeated and made humble to his demands.

  A final push and Mina screwed her eyes shut, venting a piercing howl up into the belly of her partner, resonating her abdomen as the monstrous weapon slithered in and rode deep. Jerking and writhing she tried to scream for him to remove it, that it was too big, that the pain was too much. But he was ignorant to her words, and instead began the process of steering the shaft, turning it, drawing it almost to the brink of escape, promising an end to her turmoil before he thrust back in. Mina wailed in misery, the galloping of the ribbed length into her more than she could stand.

  After an eternity of this stark abuse, the dildo was extracted with a sudden tug, bringing a sharp but welcome end to the molestation.

  ‘Attend her,’ he decreed by way of compensation.

  The cleaning servant skipped forward with eagerness, burying her maw into Mina’s sex, adding sweet kisses to wash away the lingering ache between her splayed thighs. The return to pleasure ate all her distress, the tongue upon her now a magic wand that waved over her torment and turned it from a nightmare into a dream. In just those few moments of tender laps upon her most intimate regions, the harsh stab of the dildo had become a different memory, a rosy one. At the time it had been horror to endure, but now she was looking on it differently, with a sweet fondness that she would welcome back with open arms.

  What was happening to her? Had she always borne such vices, and only now were they surfacing? Or were these people instructing her, teaching her their deranged lusts? Was the mere shattering of her pristine and controlled exterior like the breaking of ice on a lake? Had this demolition of her aloof mask and the loss of her command allowed all sorts of buried dark dregs to float and bob upon the surface of her psyche?

  ‘There, I think we’ll go with this one,’ he stated, replacing the used rods amongst their brethren as he looked over the pale surfaces of his chosen instrument. What were they fitting her for?

  ‘Now for the other opening,’ he stated and began selecting from a different tray where the bands of ridges and trenches upon them were more pronounced, and the shafts themselves were more squat in shape, distant cousins to plugs rather than actual dildos.

  ‘Lubrication,’ he stated impassively, like a surgeon calling for instruments from a nurse already working on some other errand.

  The woman removed herself from Mina and used the tube of gel to moisten the tip of the plug, and then added more to Mina’s rear. The cold touch had her quiver, and she felt the rounded head brush the valley between her legs. Locating the doorway into her, the doctor started to push. Her rear had grown used to being closed, having already forgotten about the plug upon the enema. A few brief rocking motions and the muscular ring was reminded of the task, and her rear was opened and the wide device trailed in, throwing her sphincter upon its bucking sides. Mina howled into the loins atop her, b
reaking into paroxysms, the intense stimulation of her anus an unexpected and severe experience.

  Playing it for a moment, the doctor removed the length, and when her rear closed, Mina shuddered, twitching against her bonds, her rear pounding as she prayed that he hurry and thrust another one into her.

  A new size was selected, this one being far harder to accommodate, but in the manner of all her reluctant openings he simply kept pushing and retreating, stretching her until he could finally thrust it deep. The successful entrance brought forth a startled cry from Mina. The ridges danced into her, each escalation in plug size bringing a corresponding elevation of its effects.

  Her tongue was becoming sore, the muscles aching, the tight crush upon her head becoming more fervid as orgasms were sent flashing through the woman she was attending and who so efficiently gagged her.

  A beast of a plug was entered into her, delaying her oral task as she screamed, fighting to get out of her restraints, to beg him to remove it. The rod was larger than she could comfortably hold, but again he forced her to gulp it in, repeatedly filling her, the instances of defeat spicing her pain with pleasure.

  Mina was left groaning in recovery when he took it from her and set it aside, her eyes closed, her lazy tongue reduced to a few weak laps as her burning sphincter pulsed with an inner beat. She almost wanted him to continue, to force her further despite her exhaustion.

  Her eyes jolted wide in terror when she heard another shaft being lifted up. Mina bellowed that she could not accept greater, that even the last had been too much, but with her ring gag, and the smothering flesh, nothing escaped save vague mumbles. As a last resort, knowing he would not stop, she fought to relax, to try and accept it and ease her duress. Her heart raced, panic setting in, her skin growing clammy as she detected the summit of the rod kissing her anus.

  The first shove had her snorting through her nostrils in fright, and then she cried out, her rear being hauled open by the trespass, stretched terribly. Mina bucked and spasmed, trying frantically to get free, the hideous trauma of its presence into her more than she could withstand. Time seemed to devolve, the procedure taking an infinity as the dildo was played within her, her rear aflame from within as there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  When the dildo was finally retracted she was left half conscious, spasmodic jolts speeding through her frame as she twitched, her senses scrambled. A coolness swept her skin, the sweat she had exuded during her fight to get free rising away on the heat of her travail, soothing her.

  ‘Attend her,’ came the command, and she sighed as best she could with meagre glee, knowing it was over, and now she would be rewarded for enduring the fitting.

  The tongue returned and she smiled, letting her own overused organ return, continuing the delectable laps upon her living gag.

  The doctor busied himself tidying away the used implements, letting the subject be pleasured for all her harsh treatment. Was there more to come or was that the end of it? In a way she wanted more, for even though the last insertion had been a stern one, she now yearned to feel it again, to have her terror ignored, to have her anus used casually and choked with a massive ribbed shaft.

  ‘Okay, that will do you two,’ stated the doctor.

  The tongue in her sex came away, but the woman riding her face did not move, she was too lost to the pleasures Mina was again giving her.

  ‘I said off, slave!’ growled the doctor.

  ‘Please, master, please, just a little longer,’ she begged through her mask, each word issued on a speeding pant. Her abdomen was slithering back and forth, her belly occasionally plugging Mina’s nose, stopping up her breath for a second or two as she exalted on the cunnilingus. She was on the verge of climax, caught up in the giddy seduction of final release that made her refuse to obey.

  ‘Unless you want to go back and join the Nymphs you will do as I say, slave.’

  With great reluctance the woman lifted herself, shuddering slightly as she removed herself from Mina’s tongue. What did he mean with that threat? Clearly the woman feared it immensely, enough for it to cut through the lucid heights of passion and make her come to her senses. With hunched shoulders and head drooped in defeat, she stood morosely, like a petulant child denied her plaything.

  ‘Now come here and have your chastity belt put back on.’

  The woman stepped aside, her breath still rasping through the filter of the gasmask, the interior of her visor flecked with beads of condensation.

  The doctor walked over to her, carrying the lost crotch piece, allowing Mina to see the process of installation, and what in all likelihood she was being fitted for. The metal band bore two fixed shafts, the vaginal plug ribbed, the anal plug squat and much more obviously banded, just like those of the fitting.

  ‘Legs apart, slave,’ he stated, making her shuffle her feet on the tiles, offering herself up to him.

  Steering the tips to the relevant openings he started to guide them in, their slight flexibility letting her be filled by the intruders. She gasped and stiffened, responding to a mixture of pain and pleasure at their re-entry deep inside her. As the last of them was heading in Mina spied a small device at the front, a nodule where her clitoris would be. She had no time to try and discern its function, for with a harsh shove the two barbed ends of the band slipped into the waspie belt and were grabbed by the solid arms of the lock. The band was now pressing the shafts deep into her, stopping her up and denying her any access to her own pleasure.

  ‘Now, one last chore and then we can have some fun before we hand her over to Scylla,’ he decreed, patting the smooth metal pane securing the assistant’s loins. ‘Candle, if you please,’ he stated, holding out a hand that was rendered a plastic milky sheath by the gloves. The servant walked stiffly off, growing used to her intruders once more as well as the inevitability of her sexual frustrations. She returned and placed a fat red candle in his hand.

  ‘Light.’

  Flicking a lighter, she placed the flame to the wick and watched as the fire transferred. The amber glow spread across the rubber of her gasmask, illuminating her hunger within, the chastity belt a damning sentence on her after Mina’s attentions.

  The doctor leaned over Mina, her eyes wide as he held the candle above her belly. She gurgled some words, unable to form anything of consequence through the rigours of the ring gag. With a steady tilt a small dribble slipped the edge of the candle and fell onto her stomach. The strangely faint splashes gave way to horrendous heat, the hot bursts onto her skin making her jolt against her bonds at their sudden venom. He waited a moment, his hidden eyes studying her response, savouring her distress before adding more.

  Another trail was laid down, this one reaching the base of her ribs. Mina strained her head up against the straps, her mouth stretching wide as she fought back the need to cry out. The heat dwindled quickly after its momentary spike and the doctor once more blankly soaked up her responses.

  The candle attacked her flanks, the spatter of crimson drool onto her hips more intense than she would have guessed possible. Croaks of distress slipped her throat and she fought her shackles with new intensity.

  The renewed attention of the woman between her legs was a distraction that made her succumb to revelry in the candle’s issue. The pain was still there, but the woman was smothering it in a soft ball of pleasure, licking away the resentment, making her more amiable with every soft suckling kiss to her sex.

  The red sceptre hung over Mina’s breasts, her sense of jeopardy blossoming as he let his hand wander, teasing her, making her wonder as to where he would strike. She tried to prepare herself for it, but as the hot issue started to steadily tumble onto her cleavage she could not help but unleash her duress as soft squeaks and pips. She wanted to beg to be let out, to be set free. She couldn’t handle this sense of being left completely vulnerable.

  More was applied, the doctor
setting down the frozen splashes to her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. It was more than she could stand, yet it made her responses feel all the sweeter. She wanted him to stop, but similarly she wanted him to treat her with more severity, to make her sing her exquisite song at being abused and teased. The division in her mind was as much a torture as the volcanic dribble of the wax.

  Wandering back, he left her flinching, fighting her bonds as he stepped between her legs, standing over the supplicant slave already there.

  The flame of the candle was passed under her thighs, the lethargic passage causing her to squeal with shock as heat soaked into her flesh. He performed the same feat again on the other side, moving the column of fiery influence under her, plaguing her skin with it before turning to a new area.

  A trail of splashes was dropped into each inner thigh, the most tender flesh reviling it with new venom. Murmuring, she could do nothing save ride through the ordeal, praying for an end before it corrupted her completely.

  The doctor grabbed her feet by the toes, pulling them as she fought to resist. The candle flame passed under her soles, the flesh alive with havoc from the application of heat. It was not enough to burn, just enough to cause a cursory spire of distress before fleeing onward, tormenting the skin but not damaging it. After he had hassled her with the fulgent touch, he started to dribble wax onto the extremities, the candle having gathered a significant pool for such use during the pause.

  Kicking her feet, Mina wailed, but there was to be no refuge or respite as he continued to drop globules of wax onto them. Her toes were quickly covered, trails slipping between them. He caught top and underside alike, manipulating them to achieve his goal with strength, working relentlessly, the attack on her extremities driving Mina mad with frustrated calamity.

  The slow coating of her feet seemed to take forever, the doctor greatly amused. The woman sitting between her thighs continued to force pleasure into her pain.