Captured by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  Chances were that Charybdis dwelt in the upper reaches of the complex, and if she could find him she could arrange a way out. With Charybdis as a hostage she could either find a submersible or get one down here. There had to be escape vehicles, somewhere.

  Running around a corner Mina careered straight into a woman dressed in latex, colliding with her as she gave a cry of alarmed shock. With a swift open-handed strike the stranger was rendered senseless, her body collapsing against the wall and then sinking into a stolid heap, the latex creaking softly.

  A burly man turned around the next bend, leading three Nymphs by leashes. The women were gagged and their elbows were shackled behind their backs. Their heads were willingly held upright and proud, and the soft tugs to their steel band collars made them totter forward on zip-fronted stiletto ankle boots.

  The male Titan was large and muscular. Clean-shaven with a square jaw, his hair was a dark carpet, cut almost to the scalp. Several gold bands adorned his ears, and he wore Lycra leggings with heavy boots, several studded belts crossing at his waist and bearing a few pouches of differing size. The belts were connected at the front by a single buckle shaped like a clock face, a design that also appeared on his ring.

  He scowled, his lips rippling with fury at the image of Mina and her crime. ‘You dare assault a Titan, slave?’ he growled, and released the leashes, leaving the shocked women behind as he stamped forward.

  Mina did not try to calm him, and she knew he would raise the alarm if she did not incapacitate the man. He reached out to grab her with both hands, clearly expecting her to be easily defeated.

  Slipping aside with a deft skip she grabbed an extended wrist and yanked, dragging him onto her upsweeping leg. Her shin swatted along his belly, causing the hulk to double up with a croaking hiss of shock. Still holding the wrist as an anchor, she curled the other fist back and slammed it across his face, firing the punch down into his flushed and startled visage.

  The loud smack sent him crashing to the floor, knocked out by the punctilious assault.

  Rubbing her knuckles, Mina cursed under her breath, wondering how many others would obstruct her escape. Leaving the pair where they lay, she sprinted onwards, passing by the small flock of slaves. The Nymphs shied back in fright as she passed, afraid she might also harm them if they made themselves obvious to her. Mina ignored them, they were no threat gagged and bound, and besides, her prey would be found soon enough anyway. She had a few minutes or so before the alarm went up.

  A full search would locate her easily because she did not know the area well enough to evade capture. She needed to hide for a while, plan her next move, and form some sort of strategy.

  Then she heard running footsteps ahead. Spotting an alcove, she jumped in and hid behind the woman there. The captive was standing upright, a steel pole rising from the floor and entering her sex. Mounted upon it, her feet were tethered to the base, stopping her from jumping off the contraption. A drain lay all about her, and the pole sparkled with water droplets.

  Her arms were folded up her back and held by a harness that also strangled the base of her breasts, making them swell with turgid pride. Her hair was braided into a chain as Theresa’s had been, the chain connecting to the ceiling, letting her rest her body if she could but endure the strain of a pull to her scalp. One of the deep gags covered her face, sending its tube down her gullet as another coil reached down and connected to the front. The pipe emerged from the wall and affixed to her gag, feeding and watering her. When she needed to attend the call of nature, the pole flushed itself clean, washing away all as the drain accepted the deluge.

  People ran past, their harried voices questioning what was going on. The alarm had been raised so Mina had to hurry. Leaping out, she continued her run, her feet skipping against the floor as she dashed onward.

  At the elevator doors she stopped and checked both directions before clapping hands to the portal. Squeezing her fingers in she forced them apart with a hiss of effort and exposed the dark shaft beyond.

  Looking in, she saw the lift was a few floors below. With a leap she hurled herself forward and locked hands to the cable supporting it. The door closed behind her, immersing her in complete darkness.

  Lacing her legs around the greasy coil she started to descend, her skin sliding against the oil, forcing her to strain to keep herself anchored and not slip.

  Her feet touched the roof of the lift and she settled into a crouch, steadying her breath, her eyes becoming accustomed to the gloom, allowing her to see the lines of light that emerged through the doors above and in front of the carriage beneath.

  With barely enough illumination to see, she waited, the elevator rising and falling, stopping frequently to let people run in and out. Clearly her felony had been discovered, and although she could not hear what the occupants of the elevator were saying, she could guess they were after her.

  Mina waited for several hours. The voyages of the elevator started slowing, the efforts to find her slacking as they yielded no results.

  When the elevator next reached its highest point, she grabbed the support beams and dragged herself over the ledge and onto a gangway. All about her was the machinery for the conveyance; the small room bestowed no exits save a maintenance hatch in the floor.

  Putting her ear to it she listened to see if anyone were below, and then opened it a crack to peer through.

  The corridor beneath was empty so she opened the hatch in full and dropped down, landing into a tight crouch and quickly checking her surroundings.

  Picking a route, she moved onwards and came to a set of ornate double doors, the fronts carved with a swirling whirlpool design, encrusted with gems of emerald and sapphire, causing the face of the doors to sparkle and shine in the light. She could safely estimate the price of such decoration in the millions, and proved that there was something of consequence beyond them.

  As she walked closer they parted and allowed her in, the grease and sweat that soaked her form acting like camouflage paint, merging her into the gloom beyond.

  She was in a round chamber that was clearly the apex of the facility, for all around were large oval windows displaying the sea and the Nymphs.

  At the heart was a large leather chair, upon which lounged a shadowy cloaked figure. Another taller form stood by his side, the pair revealed as vague silhouettes with occasional gems of refraction touching them and their surroundings. The light source was meagre and weak. All around them were a raised circle of monitors, the screens showing dozens of views throughout the entire domain. On one of them Mina spotted the room in which she had left Oceanus and Tethys, the Titans now released, the shackles hanging deserted and empty.

  Mina was taken aback to find that the rooms had hidden cameras too. She had not spotted one in the training room, but it had been there and now she knew that Charybdis kept some secret, to spy on his guests without them knowing.

  ‘Hello, Mina,’ he said, his voice without trace of emotion.

  ‘Who are you?’ she questioned, edging closer, her senses piqued and running on full paranoia.

  ‘I am your host and owner, Charybdis,’ he replied.

  ‘I’m going to leave, Charybdis,’ she warned gravely. ‘Tell me where you keep your sub.’

  ‘A slave giving her master an order? How very novel a concept. And why should I tell you anything?’

  ‘I don’t want to hurt anyone, Charybdis, but I’ll beat the truth out of you if you don’t tell me,’ she hissed, filling her words with complete truth and vengeful intent.

  ‘Hmmm, I see,’ he pondered, referring with derision to her professed vocation as a mere office lackey. He knew she was much more than that now; his cameras had captured that truth. ‘You appear to be fully capable in the arts of precision violence, Mina. Secretarial work must be more sanguinary than I thought.’

  ‘Don’t toy with me, Charybd
is. The subs - I want one, now!’

  ‘And what makes you think I have one?’ he replied flatly.

  ‘You must have an escape route.’

  ‘Why would I want to escape?’ he quizzed with bewilderment, unable to fathom her reasoning. Here he was lord of everything, he was higher than the gods he had created. Why would he ever leave? But he had to have some concession to communication, how else could he run Korin?

  ‘Then you must have a radio. I want contact with the surface.’

  ‘Someone is waiting for you?’ he asked, prying further into the truth of Mina’s identity.

  ‘I’ll get someone to come and get me, I’ll leave and that’s it. I won’t tell anyone about this place.’

  ‘Do I seem so stupid that I would believe that?’ he snapped.

  Mina scowled with resentment. She was trying to help him, but he was proving obstinate. She had to convince him otherwise without actually betraying her true status. ‘Charybdis, I’m trying to help you, just let me go, there’s more going on here than you know.’

  ‘Indeed there is. And as to helping me, you consider beating my guests assistance?’

  The mention of the couple froze her petitions and after a pause she asked as to their fate. ‘Are Oceanus and Tethys okay?’

  ‘They are somewhat confused and angry, and exceptionally disappointed. I would almost venture to use the word heartbroken. They were just getting to like you.’

  ‘I didn’t want to hurt them, but I have to go,’ she stated grimly, the words cutting at her like a knife.

  ‘Nonsense. I’ve seen you. You belong here; you have everything you could want. Why leave? You enjoy it here. Few Nymphs beg for the cane after a spanking and paddling, and especially not after being fixed with a swarm of pegs and clamps. You have a true masochistic streak, Mina, your submission could be legendary if you just gave yourself to it.’

  ‘I just have to, that’s all,’ she shouted, hands furling into fists as she realised just how obvious her new decadent streak had proven. ‘Now where is your radio?’

  ‘There isn’t one, there’s never been one, there never will be one, because there’s no need for one. Whatever brought you here does not matter. Whatever obligation you think you have does not matter. All that matters is that you should stop this foolishness and surrender to what you want.’

  ‘I can’t, I... I’m sorry,’ she stammered, fighting the urge to give up and let herself fall back into slavery, like falling onto a soft warm pillow. But would they even have her again after her actions? One did not cuddle and nurture a viper that had just bitten you.

  ‘Then I will make you,’ he said with gravity.

  ‘Do not presume that you can defeat me, Charybdis,’ she warned as he rose from his throne and started closing in on her, his form still a shadow to her. The figure beside him stepped forward with him, moving with a strange shuffle.

  ‘Who is this, Charybdis? A bodyguard?’

  ‘Don’t be foolish,’ he scoffed, and pushed the woman into the light with a nudge of his elbow.

  Mina’s eyes widened with surprise at what she saw. The female was a slave, if indeed it was a woman swaddled under the dense layers of latex. Not one single portion of her skin was visible, and every sense had been monumentally restricted.

  The formfitting suit ran across her entire body, with skin hugging thigh boots merging into the structure almost unnoticed. The dagger-heeled boots were buckled to her suit at the tips of her thighs, propping her atop them and making her gait unsteady.

  From her smothered chastity belt dropped a steel pole, running between her compressed legs. The bar flung barely two inches of chain from itself before vanishing into the fabric above her knees and at her ankles. The rubber attire was so thick that Mina could not even detect the telltale ridge caused by the restraints beneath.

  Her arms had been folded cruelly behind her back, and then twisted up her spine, the forearms sealed together by a buckled sleeve. Her hands were locked within the dense sheath, the tip of which was strapped to the back of her hooded head, and which was also secured to her by other belts of rubber which reached around to anchor to her front. There was absolutely no way for her to make use of her arms, and it had to be a terrible position to endure.

  Her head was lost within a featureless bulb of tight rubber, the polished orb bearing a small zip down the front that ran between her eyes so that if opened she might be gifted with a view. The discipline hood had to have been pulled on because there were no zips or laces upon it save this one, and it followed her neck, slipping beneath a dense posture collar that kept her skull upright and to eternal attention.

  Her breasts were thrust forth by her twisted arms, moulding them into larger rubber cups.

  The last part of the attire was perhaps the most insidious and bizarre. Thick black tubes were affixed to her and they trailed back to connect somewhere around Charybdis’ throne.

  Two jumped out from her crotch, running along the latex like the strings of a thong bikini, riding to her rear where a single larger pipe spilled from between her trapped cheeks. Two more reached around and clasped the moulded peaks of her breasts at the nipple. The five lines formed into one, collecting a fourth that rose around her body like some ebony serpent and plunged into her stretched mouth cavity, revealing that in all likelihood the terribly deep gag was sheathed down her throat. Mina clenched her rear to the plugs as she projected the sensation of fat pipes thrusting into her orifices, commanding her body and detaching her from all control, even over her most primary functions.

  ‘It’s my own personal companion,’ he aired with pride as the woman desperately tried to steady herself and regain her stance after his encouraging push.

  ‘You mean you duped her with promises of wealth and bound her against her will,’ snarled Mina.

  ‘Of course not,’ he laughed, and slapped her rear, the clap of flesh to dense latex echoing sharply through the room. ‘I decided to recruit this one for myself. She is a... a special circumstance.

  ‘I told her she would be kept in latex bondage as my eternal companion, in return for what she wished of me,’ he revealed. ‘Of course, I doubt she envisioned the level that’s been imposed upon her, but that is not my concern.’

  ‘What does she do for you, Charybdis?’ she demanded, trying to bide some time, to figure out what to do. The sight of the latex mummy before her was distracting; the thought of those sweltering folds, of being so hideously controlled, compressed, hobbled, trapped in a skin-tight cell of personal torment. Portions of her rising hunger for such things were alive with intrigue and longing to experience it first hand. ‘Can’t you handle a woman unless she’s helpless and under your power?’

  ‘What a foolish misconception. She is like my shadow. She follows me everywhere; she stands by my bed while I sleep, helping me relax. I control her breathing, her food, the tubes wash her and clean her so she never has to leave it. I take slaves for my pleasure in front of her, simply because she will come to relish her frustration, for it will make release all the sweeter if and when it comes. The uniform is laced with circuitry within its fabrics, allowing me to internally or externally inflict sheer unbridled ecstasy, monstrous agony, or a mixture of the two on any part of her. I think the last mode of treatment is the one she despises most, because she’s starting to enjoy it more and more, and like you she can’t come to terms with the realisation that she can enjoy pain and pleasure.’

  ‘Why would someone surrender to such a fate?’ Mina uttered, releasing her thoughts accidentally. To be rendered so dependent on another, to be removed from reality and left a blind, mute, deaf, dumb and senseless creation at the end of life giving hoses.

  ‘She was in dire trouble. I offered her a way out. She accepted and has made amends through lifelong allegiance to me.’

  ‘You’ll keep her in that - ’

>   ‘For the rest of her life,’ he crooned. ‘And with her every bodily function monitored and controlled to perfection, with no chance of infection or contamination or injury - that, my dear Mina, will be an extremely long time. So you see, I love her, in a way. She’ll always be with me. Just as you will, Mina.’

  ‘Keep back, I’m warning you,’ she growled, lifting her arms and adopting a fighting stance, wondering what backup he had, for surely he was not going to try and take her alone?

  ‘Don’t worry, Mina,’ he whispered, as his hand touched a ring. ‘You’ll be taught to give in to your cravings. I’m going to liberate you from this foolish notion of duty.’

  Sudden and terrible bites of voltage sank into her sex, the belt shocking her clitoris. Mina screamed and dropped to her knees, clasping the crotch band, hauling at it as she wailed and suffered. The attack stopped and she panted, out of breath, astounded by just how severe the reprimand had been.

  ‘I’m sorry, Mina, but you are mine,’ he purred, stopping his approach, remaining in the anonymity of darkness as she knelt before him, humbled by her technological oppressor. ‘I’m not going to let you escape because of what someone else wants. You want to stay, and I intend to see that you get what you want. This is a place of dreams; the real world has no place here, so forget about it. It is of no consequence to you any more.’

  ‘Charybdis, please, you’re in danger,’ she implored, dropping forward a little, supporting her torso with one hand, the other holding the belt, nursing her throbbing loins.

  ‘Shhhh,’ he whispered, and Mina was brought into paroxysms again as the shock was repeated. She jerked upright, both hands holding the crotch plate as she shuddered, her body thrashing before toppling like a felled tree. Landing on her side, her back flicked to and fro, rabid with duress as her legs kicked and scuffed at the floor.

  ‘I doubt I am in danger, Mina,’ he countered, breaking off his onslaught. ‘I have contracts with countless countries that will protect me, and failing that, my arms industry is quite advanced and provides me with a vast personal arsenal. This domain is more than able to defend itself from anything short of full intervention by a superpower. I can sink any fleet, or destroy any missile long before it even gets close to us.’