Her other breast was treated to a similar decoration, her squirming making the weights swing and sway beneath her like pendulums. The discomfort was strange, almost erotic, and though they pained her, Mina was most certainly not opposed to them.
Whimpering in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she awaited their next acts with verve.
An open palm whistled through the air and clapped to her rear, imparting a hot flash that made her jolt and squeak with delight. The applause to her buttocks continued, the two of them applying rhythmic smacks, spanking their possession as she revelled in the warmth they continued to impart with their persecution of her seat.
The effulgent swell continued to increase, the endorphins set loose by the clamps helping her find satisfaction in her discipline. Again and again they struck, the spanking echoing through the room as Mina burbled and sobbed with glee, her skin growing hot, the straitjacket becoming a sweltering prison as her buttocks became incandescent mounds, each new spank becoming more painful and making the skin even hotter.
‘We could cook toast on these cheeks,’ mused Tethys.
‘Such a glow, and she’s wanton for more. Perhaps something of more substance is required, is that it? Do you want a paddling, little Nymph?’ offered Oceanus, stroking the flushed skin with a delicate touch that had the muscles flicking into tensed bursts.
Mina squirmed and bobbed her head as best she could, all too eager to feel more of these wonderful sensations. Bound tight, tied up and chastised, she had never thought such acts could be so intense and so pleasing.
There was a shuffle of movement and the couple were equipped with their weapons. The cool surface of a latex paddle and a wooden alternative stroked individual buttocks, rubbing in circles as Mina closed her eyes, tears forming in them. But they were not tears of sorrow; they were salty pearls of rapture.
The paddles jumped back and hummed against the air before connecting fully to their targets. The lucid pang that poured through the tenderised flesh made Mina scream against her gag. They were far more significant a tool than the hands of her owners, and although harder to bear, she frantically wanted more.
Again the paddles started to apply themselves to her, the pair working slower, the weapons pausing between each stroke, letting the bloom of pain they imparted wither a little before bringing forth another.
The range of their application also increased, and they started to hound her thighs, the area between buttock and thigh being the worst places she could sustain them, the skin extremely tender in such a region.
Her legs kicked against the straps, making the construction groan to contain her as she tested it with her full strength. She knew she could not escape, but it felt good to try, it impressed her submission onto her when she fought with all her might to get out and could not, only lie there and continue to accept their harrowing education.
The wild claps to her skin stopped and she sagged, tears rolling down her face and over the gag - tears of joy, of liberation.
‘My she is hungry,’ Oceanus stated, putting a cool hand to her volcanic rear.
‘Maybe we can proceed to the cane,’ Tethys pondered.
‘You think she can take it? We don’t want to push her too far.’
‘Do you think you can handle a few strokes of the cane, sweet little Nymph?’ she asked softly, walking around the stocks to find Mina’s face, emerging meekly through the wood.
Mina nodded, the woman crouching before her and meeting her imploring eyes.
‘Now you know we are only doing this because we love you, like we love all our little Nymphs. You need this - you need to be punished. Is that not so?’ she asked sweetly, speaking with genuine earnest.
Mina sobbed and nodded, powerful and unexplained levels of emotion coursing through her. It was as though their treatment were smashing a dam within her, letting all her pent up and suppressed emotion thunder through, and her psyche could barely cope, plunging her into a state as an uncontrollable mess.
‘We will only give you a few. But after all the spanking and paddling they will come up as severe welts that will last. Would you like that?’
Again Mina nodded. She wanted them to apply the cane to her, to give her a sound thrashing. She knew she would probably regret it when they started, that she would fight and scream and try anything to get out from under its terrible shadow, but right now, and afterwards, she would desire it with all her heart.
‘Good little Nymph,’ she said, and kissed Mina’s damp cheek, taking a specimen of salty moisture and sweat from the skin. Licking her lips the dominatrix carried the cocktail across her palate to savour it. ‘Oh, you are such a sweet one, we’ll definitely have to keep you all to ourselves. Teach you to be good, punish you and pleasure you all day and all night, and take you swimming with us. We haven’t had a pet in a long time, and I think you may be worthy of such an elevated position.’
‘First though, we’ll get you out of that jacket, and add some more additions to those breasts,’ stated Oceanus, caressing the flushed cheeks of her anus, making Mina spasm slightly as the touch of his cool fingers irked the prickly skin. ‘I want to see them in full.’
Tethys reached in and released the clamps together, making Mina launch into a wild throe when repressed feeling galloped back into the tissues, announcing themselves with a bellowing cry. It was an unexpected result, but one that brought a welcome smile to her gagged lips.
Mina was a languid heap as they unfastened her arms, opening the buckles and letting the long entrapped appendages simply drop. She tried to move them but they responded with a few twitches and nothing more.
The back of the jacket was opened and she gasped as cool air rushed in and chilled the sodden layer of her skin. Mina shivered with the cold. She had been within this infernal cocoon for so long that even room temperature seemed an arctic atmosphere to her.
Together the couple drew the jacket from her arms and set the wet garment aside, her body coated with a rapidly evaporating glaze, the heat of her torso shedding the sweat, stripping away her heat.
The slat at her head was opened and her arms put into the vacant grooves before they were closed again, applying a soft squeeze to her wrists. The lock was thrown and she felt fingers brush her nipples. Sore from the clamps, she let out a muted wail as the pincers were returned to her, the loss of the rubber sheath and the lingering effects of their previous companionship making them far more stern.
When the weights again dragged her nipples down she gasped and groaned, adding pips of shock when the pair started to gather pinches of her assets in the teeth of wooden pegs.
When they let go the implements squeezed the flesh, installing a dull pounding ache, stealing the feeling, stockpiling a reservoir of pain that they were hiding until such time as they were set free, so they might release the store in full.
Until then they continued to ferret away the sensation. The longer they stayed in place, the more grievous there loss would be. It was a dilemma that had Mina wriggling in delectation.
Enthralled by her dance and her response to their teasing torments, they started to add some to her legs and arms, capturing morsels in the hungry wooden mouths and applying rows along her biceps and triceps, adding others down her thighs.
‘Is our little slave full?’ asked Tethys, brushing a hand along a row of pegs, making them pull at their captured nuggets of skin and increase their work. ‘Has she had enough, or does she still want the cane?’
Mina nodded, lost in a storm of sensation, melting into a consuming crapulence, one kindled by her containment and punishment.
‘So eager, and so beautiful,’ purred Oceanus, and the couple crossed their canes before embracing each other and kissing deeply, their passions inflamed by their deeds. Mina felt them bump against her rear, their latex clothes slithering against her as they caressed each other and continued their exchan
ge.
Aflame with lust, she watched in the reflection of the window as Oceanus held the bra cups of his wife, massaging her breasts, her lips locked to his, their tongues flitting on each other. Tethys held to her partner’s rear with one hand while the other groped at his loins, his erect shaft straining against the latex.
Oceanus copied the motion, letting a hand wander down the mesh covered belly of his wife to begin rubbing against her crotch, the rubber squeaking softly as she purred with rhapsody. His kisses descended down her neck, taking in an earlobe to suckle on before placing soft brushes of his lips to her throat, her head flopping back to reveal more space to his intentions.
They broke free of each other’s arms and there was a whistle upon the air as the first slender bamboo strut cut a line against the quiet and slammed to Mina’s rear. The effect took a moment to arrive, the flesh slothful in its reviling of the cane, but when the fiery eruption rolled along the welt it painted, Mina screamed into her gag. The pain was intense and terrible.
Again they struck, and again, applying their weapons with precision, making her fight the restraints and squeal into the gag, her senses dissolving upon a maelstrom of suffering. This was too much, she could not take this, she wanted them to stop, to let her free.
Time lost all meaning as they let her taste of the canes. All Mina became aware of was the nova of searing feeling in her rear and thighs. And as they worked their deeds they started to open the pegs and drop them, the wooden toys bouncing on the floor as the canes continued to thwack steadily into her brutalised rear.
Each removal instigated a sudden escalation of pain before it started to dwindle, dragging Mina through alternating trials of cane and peg.
When the last came free they opened her clamps simultaneously, the resulting storm causing her to fling recklessly against her bonds and shriek, the cry rising to a keening pitch when both canes struck at the same time, picking regions already well versed in their attacks.
Slowly she started to work her way down from the plateau she had been deposited on, and her wavering sight started to clear once more, exposing the phalanx of Nymphs hanging outside, watching with wonder as she suffered. To the captives beyond it must be like a television, a large glass window into the life of another.
The hatred and loathing that the strokes had inflicted crumbled, and she broke into a mournful sobbing fit, sniffling and crying without reason as her body was riven with vibrating tremors. She felt indescribably purged, a warm sense of exorcism. She had suffered for a cause. The weapons had set free all her problems and stripped her of emotional baggage. She wept freely, feeling the hands of her owners comforting her.
Tethys came round and cupped her face, holding her to her cleavage, Mina’s tears slipping through the fishnet and onto her skin, the scent of the fabric, of skin, sweat and latex filling each sniffled inhale.
‘There, it’s all over little Nymph, it’s all gone. You did well, we’re both very proud of you,’ she soothed, and Mina continued to weep, a joy at her performance mixing with her purging sanctity. She was flying on wings of silk, relaxed and at a tranquil peace she had never known. These people loved her for real, they adored her, they wanted to have her with them always and would always show her the attention she had never known. She had never felt so happy and content.
For long minutes they left her to vent her emotions, setting them free and then relaxing slowly into her bondage.
Oceanus began to remove the straps and bonds, lifting the slat and then together they helped Mina down. She curled into a ball between them, the two dominants petting her as she continued to grizzle meekly.
She couldn’t even recall the last time she had cried, and she had never before given reign to such a fit as now. The knowledge that she was so vulnerable to this erotic enslavement was terrifying. If she let herself stay here, if she let herself continue under their rule for even another hour, she might become lost to it. She had to get free, she did not want to, but she had obligated herself, she had a duty to perform. The complex decision was tearing at her. She had found contentment, she had found happiness for the first time in her life, but she had spent all her years adhering to a private law of honour, and she had sworn to do this deed.
A film she saw as a child had impressed upon her a phrase, and it had haunted her ever since: ‘when I’m paid, I always see the job through’. Such blind and unwavering commitment was admirable, and unconsciously she had emulated and lived to this private rule.
Mina had no alternative left, she had to act now.
Chapter 11
Cold calculated rage dropped into her mind like an iron curtain, cutting off her heady haze of prurience.
A hand jolted out, delivering a chop to the neck of Oceanus. The precise blow caught him unawares and with a startled croak he collapsed, rendered unconscious by the impact.
Tethys gasped and before she could even react, Mina was moving like liquid lightning, suddenly rolling and arising behind the woman, locking her in a firm plexus of arms and tightening the grapple. The pressure points obeyed Mina’s demands and the woman struggled for a few seconds before going limp.
Mina laid her down and checked both their pulses, ensuring she had not slain them. The rhythmic thump down their arteries was slow but steady. She closed her eyes and sighed through her nose, relived beyond measure, for with her bondage and punishment she was afraid that perhaps she might not be able to temper her killer instincts as easily as normal.
Turning her attention to her gag, she traced the straps and found the locks. Slipping fingers beneath, she strained, her muscles rippling, her potency taking the strips to their limits and then eclipsing their tolerances. With a bright snap the first length opened and she turned to the others, breaking them one by one with relentless toil.
In the windows she could see the Nymphs flashing to and fro, mesmerised and startled, never having seen such a spectacle before and unsure what to do. Some were plunging downward, probably to try and raise the alarm, but by the time a Dryad or Titan arose to see what the tumult was about, she would be out of here.
The last strip was broken and she took hold of the faceplate and drew it out. Doubling up, she choked, dribble falling free as the pipe was extracted from her oesophagus. Croaking and wheezing, the end came away and she dropped it aside, taking a moment to recover and steady herself.
Mina looked at the fallen forms beside her, knowing that they would not be unconscious for long. Dragging them aside, she quickly rummaged through the cabinets, locating manacles and rope. With deft precision she applied the bonds and lifted them to their feet, spread-eagling each Titan and using the rope to capture ceiling and floor rings. Held upright, and stretched between the fixtures, they would not be able to raise the alarm or escape.
Taking ball gags, she opened their slack maws and inserted the orbs before buckling them in place to ensure their words could not affect her escape. The rings they wore merely allowed access to voice command, and thus were useless to Mina because she could not duplicate their commands or even risk taking them as hostages with her. She would have to rely on other means to facilitate her flight from Charybdis.
Moving to the door, she slammed a fist to the panel beside it, staving in a section, the deep dent granting her leverage to break it open in full. Lodging fingers under the buckled rim, Mina hissed and gave a stark wrench, tearing it free of its hinges and exposing the wires and mechanism within.
Looking over it with a raised eyebrow of concentration, she followed a few routes to confirm the identity of each cable. When she spotted her desired lines of control she ripped them out, and tied two ends together, sustaining a nip of electrical shock for her trouble.
The gurgling sounds of outrage behind her told that the Titans had come to. She did not meet their gaze, only continued to rewire the internal apparatus to open the door, working with her back to them. As she toiled
on automatic, operating with diligently honed skill, she addressed those she felt she had betrayed.
‘I’m sorry. I would so love to stay here with you, to be yours, but I can’t. I have to go. There are obligations I can’t break, and if I don’t do this, they’ll get someone else to. I can’t let you be put in danger because of my selfish neglect.’
It was true. If she did not return, the chances were that Turan would send another agent. This one might not be so readily swayed and would ruin this place. Already she had too much love for it to risk that. Oceanus and Tethys had given her something no one else had, and she wouldn’t let them be put in danger because of it. She would return to Turan, say it was all a hoax and placate their paranoia with concocted evidence and false testimony. This empire was no threat; it was a rich man’s indulgence. If she lied to her paymasters, it would stick, for Project Charybdis would never interfere with any deal or transaction Turan might undertake, thus keeping her minor act of defection hidden.
Standing up, she walked to them as they hung in entrapment. Embracing Oceanus, she clutched tightly, feeling his physique struggling against the bonds. She could feel a lump in her throat, tears welling behind her eyes as she lifted up and softly kissed his cheek, the smooth skin tickling her pursed lips.
Steeping to Tethys, Mina nuzzled up to the woman, laying her head on the woman’s cleavage as she let her arms envelop the bound noble. Kissing the Titan, she turned from them both, ignoring the bemused expression worn by the befuddled couple.
Striding back to the door, she crossed the last two wires and had it slide blindly open for her.
‘Goodbye, I’ll always remember you, and I’ll miss you more than can you can ever know,’ she said mournfully, and scampered into the corridor, putting all other thought from her mind to concentrate solely on her task.
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