The woman settled into place and Mina’s senses were filled with the smell and taste of warm rubber. Her tongue lifted to taste the humid sex of her owner. Running the tip through the shaven valley, she let the flat of it roll against the raised clitoris of her partner, her nose snorting against a field of rubber.
Hands gripped her short hair and Tethys pulled Mina in, making her head strain against the straps as she was dragged, her roots sparking with riots of displeasure as she groaned and continued her task with even more devotion. The rough play excited Mina, inspiring her tongue to new feats of agility that had the woman shuddering and gasping with rapture.
‘Oh yes, slave,’ purred Tethys, relaxing her grip a little and then pulling harder, rocking Mina’s face into her, steering her as much as the tight straps would allow, ‘that certainly wasn’t an idle boast of yours.’
The wand pressed more firmly to her, throwing waves into her sex and casting Mina closer to orgasm at a swift rate. Her fingers clenched into the cushions as she weathered the raging pleasure that was spilling through her.
‘Come on, slave, get that tongue dancing,’ Tethys growled with lust, sitting lower to cut off Mina’s breath, starving her of oxygen. Excited by the suffocation she let her tongue leap into more spry activity, the woman keeping her smothered for many minutes before shifting back a little. Snorting desperately to replenish her air, Mina felt herself starting to give way to climax. Darkness encroached around her eyes as the wand continued to haul her through vehement bursts of purest joy, plundering her body for every joule it could spend on her bliss.
Again and again she felt herself explode, her lungs hauling frantically at an unforgiving impermeable sheet. The body shifted back and she strained new inhales through her nostrils, the scent of the woman washing through her more potently than ever, teasing the last lingering dregs of her climax.
‘Keep going, slave, I’m not done yet,’ muttered Tethys, pulling Mina back into place, encouraging her not to lag in her duty. She had made a rash promise, and unless she kept up with her end of the bargain they were going to take their pleasures another way.
Shaking off the cosy glow that had left her body a languid heap, Mina continued. Lifting her tongue through the latex walls she devoted herself to the homage of her owner’s sex. With latex clamped about her ears, flicking with bursts of tension, Mina did not hear another zip lower to be followed by the extinguishing of the wand’s actions.
An organic shaft pulsed against her vulva before sliding in on her ample moisture, burrowing to press against her deepest reaches, filling her with a new delight.
Oceanus reached forward and clamped hands to her aching breasts, his fingers manipulating her nipples, exploiting the tenderness to create a new brew of discomfort and joy from them.
His length continued to ride into her, drawing out almost to the point of release before rushing back in. The wand had been a wonderful precursor to ravishment, but to be actually taken by the genuine article was proving far more fulfilling.
Mina could feel his hips rubbing against her inner thighs as he continued to let a spear of flesh fill her, a storm of rapture she found almost impossible to endure. The torture had been an easier burden to bear, for with pain, she let the psychology of a martyr or hero take over, to hold out, to battle the impossible and show strength in the face of agony. But pleasure was a far sneakier enemy, it tantalised and tormented with its intensity.
‘Come on, slave, don’t be distracted,’ warned Tethys, keeping her devoted to her bargain.
‘Now slave, when you are about to climax, and I mean when you are on the very edge,’ said Oceanus, his voice panting as he continued his ravishment, ‘you will wiggle all your fingers as wildly as you can. Is that understood?’
Mina wiggled all her fingers in acknowledgement, her mouth still locked beneath the crotch of his wife.
‘That’s it, good slave. Such delightful breasts, such a velvet belly.’ He murmured, lost to his own pleasures, his hands tracing up and down her torso. Oceanus was clearly marvelling at the image before him, filling his eyes with two portraits of beauty locked together in intimate exchange. Mina was spread before him, unable to deny him, her pale limbs pulled out in offering, her plucked loins gripping his shaft. Then there was his wife, arched back, her black rubber skin rippling with her wanton respiration, her rear clenching as it covered the slave’s chin, resting on her, using Mina for her own amusement, treating her as nothing more than property, to be used like a vibrator or other carnal toy.
Mina felt a hand depart and brush her thighs, grabbing the rest of the string that hung from her rear, taking it up in readiness of the signal that she herself was supposed to give. Should she give it? She wasn’t sure. What would the extraction of the line of beads do to her if they occurred at the point of climax? Would they enhance it? Or would it cripple her with pain and pleasure as another chapter in addicting her to a welling masochistic streak?
Oceanus started to speed his rate, exciting her more quickly, bringing her near to orgasm once more, her breath racing against the belly of Tethys as the woman let her head drape back, relishing the deft tongue of her slave.
Concentrating, Mina felt the bloom of orgasm, gathering like a cyclone. Her tongue became more and more frenetic, lancing up into the woman, suddenly causing flashes of tension to roll through her form, her fingers sinking tightly against Mina’s head, compressing it tightly as she croaked with bliss, riding through Mina’s devotions.
It was the last step, and Mina’s hands flashed open and shut, tensing into fists and outstretched claws as she fell headlong into a sea of prurient rhapsody.
With a relentless pull Oceanus drew on the cord as soon as he spied the signal. As Mina orgasmed the balls started to pop from her anus, hauling her open as they erupted free of her, the flight of them causing her to unleash a caterwaul into the sex of her owner, vibrating the woman with her pitch and tone. There had been nothing prior to this to even compare with the cataclysmic event; the utter pleasure of the coitus, mingled with the extraction of the internal terrors. It was not a pain, it was not a pleasure they brought, it was a hazy zone somewhere in between that was possessed of a volcanic severity. The mutated orgasm gouged through Mina, the shock and the surprise more savage on her psyche than anything thus far endured. A wrist restraint snapped with a whiplash tone, the buckle flying open as her maniac response deployed inhuman strength that the chair could not cope with. Unable to act with any degree of purpose, the freed limb merely remained stretched out, the fingers tightened, each tendon raised against the skin as she slowly started to descend from the nirvana she had been cast into.
A hot influx of semen stained her insides as Oceanus ejaculated with a sibilant hiss of joy, his hands clenching to her breasts as he treated himself to a full measure of delight with a few more sporadic thrusts into her quaking womb.
The rubber clad form of the man seemed to drain of the strength she herself had already lost. His lithe form laid down, resting upon her body, embracing it as one hand from his wife stretched back to stroke his dishevelled mane of hair, comforting her exhausted spouse as he breathed shallow gasps into Mina’s perspiring cleavage. The other hand offered Mina the same convalescence, running fingers through her hair as she sighed and savoured the last lingering flashes of feeling that loitered in her pudenda.
‘Such a sweet little Nymph; so eager, and surprisingly talented,’ commented the woman, more almost to herself than anyone else, and definitely not seeking a response from the exhausted partners about her.
Oceanus kissed Mina’s nipples and acquired a vague shred of vitality, lifting up and withdrawing from her. Mina snapped to attention with a gasping howl, the flight of him from her belly bringing a sharp imitation of her orgasm, her aching rear and tender womb erupting with renewed sensational results.
Oceanus flopped back onto the floor, arms outstretched, his
erection still jutting up through the vent in his cat suit, the anal beads dropped casually aside.
‘That was something else,’ he remarked.
‘Truly divine... and she even managed to break one of the restraints during the event. I thought these things could hold anyone?’
‘Yet again we find there’s more to our little Nymph here than meets the eye,’ smirked Oceanus, from his reclining sprawl on the floor.
‘She did exceptionally well,’ commented Tethys, rising up from her perch and stepping aside to go and lay with her husband, the two of them locking into each other’s arms, warmly in love’s detailed spell as well as enamoured with their new toy.
Mina laid on her bed, still held down, unmoving, her body utterly slack as she closed her eyes and drifted through a somnolent haze.
Chapter 13
‘Bring rope,’ ordered Tethys, helping Mina upright. Her legs remained spread, for only her body and arms had been set free, the bonds about her legs serving to keep her anchored to the chair. Mina’s spine gave several protesting cracks from having been controlled for so long, and these noises brought a low croak from her raw throat.
The nurses scuttled morosely away, merging into the darkness about them.
The couple had arisen and were intent on having her bound in a fresh configuration before proceeding with the next part of Mina’s experiences.
The women emerged into the soft light with a neatly folded coil of rope in each hand. The black strand had thin sections of red weaving through it in places, and as the nurses opened their charges up, the couple helped themselves.
Gloved hands took her wrists and Mina’s arms were brought behind her back. She did not resist, merely let her head drape forward and accept her new binding.
The nylon coils began their work at her elbows, drawing them back, thrusting her breasts out as the joints were brought together, her supple frame making the position achievable but still a little uncomfortable. The rope then crossed down her forearms and ensnared her wrists, leaving her no knots to pick as it then went around her waist, hauling in tight, strangling the flesh in mockery of a slender corset before rising up her torso again. The bands about her arms and torso kept the two pressed together, and the compression to her ribs demanded that each breath fight the growing plexus. It was a wonderful feeling of restraint that Mina delighted in.
Tight lines horizontally crossed above and below her breasts, squeezing the salacious mounds through woven jaws, making them bulge, filling them with feeling from the crimp placed at their base. A cross formation was then thrown from shoulder to shoulder, further capturing her torso, leaving her arms completely useless.
‘Unfasten her legs,’ ordered Oceanus, the couple stepping back to examine their bound possession as she was set free.
The nurses tottered in and released her leg straps and helped her to the floor, the limbs shaky and lacking strength. On wobbly knees Mina arose and stood before them, their eyes panning over her luscious form, a figure made all the more alluring because of its strict bondage and their control over it.
‘She’s wonderful,’ stated Tethys.
‘Indeed she is, my sweet,’ agreed Oceanus. He rubbed his chin, pearls of sweat still adorning his brow, the cat suits keeping the heat of their lovemaking to him. ‘What shall we do now, though? Let her rest while we do the same?’
‘I think she deserves the choice,’ Tethys said in reply, and the two of them walked forward, moving apart and circling their property, letting their hands reach out and trail over her bare form as they strode and spoke with soft tones.
‘What do you say, Mina? We could leave you in some form of restraint far more secure and uncomfortable than what you currently enjoy,’ Oceanus said. ‘Or you could be freed to sleep in peace while we relax.’
‘But before you answer, we should warn you as to what you will be letting yourself in for,’ interjected Tethys, before Mina could speak.
She watched as the sultry form sashayed towards the horizontal pole in the corner, her body rolling within the cat suit, catching Mina’s eyes and having her glare longingly once more across the form of the woman. Already she wanted to again be trapped beneath that rubber smothered anatomy, to feel it controlling her.
‘We could have you straddle this metal rod. We’ll tie your ankles out, leave your whole body resting on it, centring the distress on your belly. There will be no escape from the pain; it will just get worse and worse. Your average woman is screaming after just a few hours. A few more and they almost certainly faint,’ commented the woman, running a hand along the metal shaft, her mind clearly recalling the wails and motions she had seen suffering women perform on the very same metal shaft. The device seemed so innocent, so simple, hardly a place of the most profound anxiety.
‘We’ve rarely used this on slaves,’ stated Oceanus as he ran fingertips over her buttocks. ‘It’s extremely harsh. Few can take it, and even fewer ever want a repeat of such a session.’
‘And the impediment to circulation will be just as bad,’ informed Tethys. ‘When you get off the pain will increase drastically. Women have passed out from such straits even after the pole failed to render them unconscious.’
Mina looked from Tethys to the pole, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew she would regret it if she accepted, but right now her masochistic hunger was again in ravenous force, enticing her, calling for her to submit to anything for this pair. How many other women had ridden that pole? How many naked sexes had been spread upon it, the metal biting in, making them wriggle and shriek with distress, crying out, saturating the room with their woe?
‘So will you ride this metal pole for us?’ asked Tethys, leaning against the sturdy engine of sorrow. ‘Ride it all night long?’
‘Yes, my Lord and Lady, I will,’ she whispered, hardly aware that she had said the words, her libidinous mood leaving her helpless to resist or think logically. ‘For you.’
‘It will be a terrible event,’ Tethys added, as a final warning. ‘The pain between your legs will be outstanding and there will be no respite, my little slave.’ Reaching forward she cupped Mina’s bound breasts, the touch causing a little discomfort, the flesh rendered sensitive from the previous abuse upon them and now by the imposition of the ropes.
‘I... I will do it, Lady,’ Mina confirmed, trying to keep all trace of doubt and concern from her voice. With her verbal assent given, the couple smiled with wicked glee, and in the corner of her eyes, Mina thought she saw the two nurses look at each with startled surprise. Were such offers unheard of? Or was it the fact that she had willingly agreed to undertake that which was ordinarily the most stern of punishments?
‘Good Nymph,’ commented Tethys, drawing the back of her hand under Mina’s chin, a hint of pride in her voice that her property had yet again failed to disappoint them. Their pleasure in her would more than make up for whatever straits the pole would bring.
Hooking fingers into her ropes the two of them led her forward, bringing her to the site of her torment as Mina’s eyes fix upon it, trying to predict what it would do to her. She had stamina to withstand most things. She had trained herself to fight off debilitating pain that would have placed any other person into unconsciousness or shock. But this was a far different brand of affliction, and she didn’t know whether her reserves of fortitude would be of any use against it.
‘Attend her legs,’ ordered Oceanus, and the nurses gathered new coils of rope and crouched by the rings in the floor, preparing the thick rope for its work.
‘Are you ready to straddle the pole, slave?’ asked Tethys.
Mina nodded and then added a verbal agreement. ‘Yes, Lady.’
At those words the two Titans helped her up, swinging one leg over and holding her just above the pole, the cold metal touching her inner thighs as the Titans bore her aloft and held her there.
The n
urses reached in and took hold of her ankles, quickly working the ropes and binding the joints. Rolls of woven bondage encompassed her feet and then fed out to be slipped through the rings in the floor.
Together, Tethys and Oceanus lowered her onto the device, the shaft that pressed between her legs making her wince and moan softly. Shifting her so that it forced itself correctly between her limbs, they left her to rest there and then stepped back.
Immediately the nurses drew in the slack, pulling her legs out into a lewd inverted V. They tied off the lengths and rose, watching with eager eyes as Mina’s legs were left tensed against their containment, her face straining as she tried to keep still. She now realised just how bad this position would prove to be, but there was to be no weaselling out of her bargain now.
‘While you are here, think of us, because we will be thinking of you,’ said Tethys, letting her hand run up Mina’s leg, the latex sliding against her smooth, straining flesh. ‘We’ll be in our soft bed, making love as we think of our pet, wailing in her misery, suffering terribly because she wanted to please us.’
‘Just think of how sweet our passion will be when spiced with the image of you on this metal demon, struggling, crying out into the night and gaining no assistance,’ said Oceanus, once more caressing her breasts as he whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her lobes, making her melt against the bondage and momentarily forget about the growing pain between her legs.
‘And then we shall collapse into each others arms, drift into contended sleep, dreaming of you as you are left helpless,’ added Tethys, her hands moving to Mina’s rear. While feeling the buttocks clench and wiggle as they rode the pole, the woman began to run gentle kisses up Mina’s back and contorted arms, kissing between the strips of rope.
‘It will be a long night for you, slave,’ said Oceanus, nibbling upon the lobe to have Mina sigh with delectation.. ‘You still want to do this? Last chance, after this, there is no backing out.’
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