Captured by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  ‘I... I’ll stay - for you,’ she grimaced, enduring the pleasure of their attention as well as the rising havoc of the pole as it leant its cold metal length forcefully against her sex.

  ‘Then we shall leave you now, slave,’ stated Tethys.

  ‘Think of us,’ added Oceanus, and the couple took each other’s hand and strode for the door, the nurses following close behind, one of them casting a final look over her shoulder to see Mina in her terrible position.

  The portal slid aside and whirred shut in their passing, leaving her alone in the room in which she had endured so much already. The pain between her legs was already growing unbearable, and Mina started to shift her position, to see if there was a way to ease it. Any movement instantly escalated the effects because any drag at her legs forced her more harshly onto the unforgiving metal.

  She could not lean forward because it visited new distress on her arms, and more importantly it transferred the most tender regions of her sex to the pole, making the sensitive region accept the onus in full and proving itself the most vicious of poses to adopt.

  Leaning back, Mina let the pole shift to her rear a little more, but then her stomach muscles began to ache and burn from the awkward position, and when she tried to sit up, the pressure between her legs was increased drastically. Merely sitting erect was the wisest choice, but it was not easy to do, for it was becoming so painful that it was a constant temptation to retry the others, even though she knew them to be worse. Why had she visited this terrible fate onto herself? What was wrong with her? What malformed blotch in her psyche had created this dangerous obsession with pain?

  Time was impossible to judge but seemed to crawl with a malicious sloth, extending every second, making sure she drank her full fill of each moment of agony she herself had petitioned.

  Hours had to have passed by, and she was praying with all her heart to see the couple stride through the door, fresh and vibrant after their sleep, eager to set her free and take more soothing care of her after her ordeal. She concentrated on them, thinking on her previous experiences with them, trying to tell herself that she was suffering for them, that she should be enjoying the experience, but the pain had cleared the point she could have relished hours ago.

  Tears of frustration started to form in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as the sweat of her trial started to well across her, the thin trickles running down her skin as low moans of anguish started to seep through her lips. The bondage was cultivating a new state of mind in her, a half awareness of her surroundings shared with the full burden of her pain.

  Her fingers clawed at the ropes, trying to find a way out, but it was useless, and served only as a momentary diversion that increased her frustration. She’d had enough, she wanted out, she couldn’t take another second of it. But deprived of any options she had little choice.

  Recalling her encounter and defeat at the personal hands of Charybdis, she span her tear-filled gaze around, trying to spot where his camera might be. She screeched her words to him, hoping he take pity on her, to reach some shred of sympathy in her captor. But nothing happened.

  With a cry of added distress she straightened up and wailed her incensed words at the room, cursing Charybdis, berating him for ignoring her. She broke into tears again, sobbing her angst. She could imagine the shadow-cloaked ogre lounging on his imperious thrown, watching her, cackling like a tyrannical villain, probably letting a hand ride up and down an erect shaft as he pleasured himself to the very image of her utmost distress.

  More time slithered past on a haphazard belly, drifting to carry her further into a sea of turmoil. Vehement with excruciating harrowing, Mina began wailing in fits, her voice swiftly growing hoarse from overuse, and as she continued, unable to stop because of the pain in her belly, her voice cracked and failed completely.

  She cursed her ability to endure, cursed her body for keeping her aware. Why couldn’t she just faint? A swoon would set her free; carry her into blessed coma where the pole would not be between her legs, where she would not be cruelly bound and her suffering exploited to spike the carnal delectation of others.

  The door suddenly opened and all her awareness was suddenly thrust to that region. When she saw her oppressors walking casually in she was weeping with gladness, overjoyed to see them. The hatred and loathing she had promised for them, all the vicious things of revenge she would undertake vanished and were replaced with complete adoration of the couple. Was this the purpose of such torture? To cultivate such feelings of attachment, to make the prisoner love their torture and their torturers with complete conviction?

  Both of them wore latex leggings, the black sheaths spilling from their waist to their feet, moulding into boots for Oceanus and stiletto heels for Tethys. Both wore no other additions save their rings, leaving the delightful breasts of Tethys, and toned torso of Oceanus on full display.

  ‘Is our slave okay?’ Tethys asked, the door humming shut behind them as they strode over to her, her flesh dripping with fevered sweat.

  Mina tried to form words but only rasping croaks could emerge, her voice still crippled.

  ‘Lost your voice, eh?’ mused Oceanus. ‘So you have been screaming plenty.’

  When he saw her incensed look of wounded pride he swiftly amended his words, assuring her that such a thing was guaranteed, and she had done amazingly well to have remained conscious.

  ‘But you are still awake,’ he soothed, running a hand down her side. ‘That is most unusual, in fact, I don’t believe any slave has ever lasted this long on the pole and not been rendered senseless in half the time.’

  The end was in sight now, giving Mina the strength to hold on, but each second was still terrible to bear and it was taking all her effort just to try and keep still.

  ‘Would you like to come down?’ asked Tethys, leaning against the support before Mina and reaching up to brush her palms against Mina’s nipples. The suffering female stiffened with the sensation, her head bobbing up and down with verve, desperate to show how much she needed freedom from the pole. Then she realised the prediction at the start of her sentence, a point in time that seemed like a thousand years ago. The return of circulation would make her current pain seem like a fond tickle, and Mina suddenly felt concern as to her freedom. She knew it would have to come, but feared it anyway.

  ‘Kiss me,’ ordered Tethys, shifting closer, the latex covered rear of the woman releasing soft squeaks against the pole as she brushed against it.

  Placing her arms on Mina’s hips, she let her hardened nipples skip against Mina’s. Their teats kissed fondly and their lips connected. Mina fell into the exchange with lubricious recklessness. Their tongues flopped against one another, their mouths agape as their breasts tickled each other.

  Tethys was calm and precise with her passion, letting her tongue-tip trace Mina’s mouth, explore the cavern of her maw at an easy speed. Mina though was a far less composed lover, her lips trembling, her tongue working in fits and starts, sometimes swift and rabid, other times delayed and frozen by a new wave of duress through her bound form. But even against her ongoing torture, Mina felt her arousal growing, her loins becoming moist against the evil pole between her thighs.

  As they kissed, Mina felt Oceanus undoing her ankle bonds, letting her legs free so that she hung on the pole, held in place by Tethys, saved from falling. She tried to move her legs but nothing happened. The limbs felt moribund, lifeless from their captivity, the muscles refusing to answer any command.

  Oceanus joined his wife and together they lifted Mina and set her aside, her legs crumbling to leave her lying on the floor. Mina’s loins seemed to explode with an incandescent fire that seared her sanity. Torn by the effects, the duration of her trial finally overcame her and hardly even aware of her surroundings because of the agony, she was ushered into a swoon.

  Chapter 14

  Lifting up through obfuscating
layers of deep and dreamless sleep, Mina opened her eyes and looked out across deep blue satin sheets, the ripples in the luxurious material almost like waves upon the ocean.

  For a moment she thought on the surface world, thousands of feet above, protecting this domain, hiding it away from every human eye.

  Images of the tranquil stretches and rolling beaches gave way to other notions, her mind flowing lazily, without purpose. How many people on ocean cruises or on fishing boats, military submarines or other vessels cruised past this area each day? They would all see nothing out of the ordinary, and certainly never contemplate that rubber clad fish women swam far beneath them, while others were used and abused by the licentious ranks of the ultra elite. It amused her to think that the patriotic warriors of some army might be traversing this region while their leaders were in here conducting themselves in a manner that would probably spark mutiny, rebellion and probably a good deal of envy.

  Stretching her body, it unfolded across the sensual material, the tactile delight upon her skin making her shiver as she sprawled out, discovering that no impediment was upon her. The ropes were gone, a few faint red lines being all that remained to show they had been there. She let a finger trace one or two of the more prominent streaks, pushing the memory of them back to the forefront of her mind, reliving their wonderful cinch upon her flesh.

  Her exploring hands descended further, slipping between her legs for a brusque reconnoitre. Her sex was a little numb, while the region beneath was more tender to the touch.

  Mina ran a hand over her head, brushing the spiky carpet that had been bequeathed her by the nurses. She didn’t even know their faces, and could well see them again, meet with them, be used by them and never know of their reunion.

  She felt lethargic, drained by overlong sleep, as though she had grown addicted to slumber from a prolonged period of exhausted rest. But she also felt good. The recall of her terrible torture upon the pole was an arousing memory, one she embraced with her mind and swaddled in loving repeats, running through it again and again. The feeling of helplessness, of being cruelly subjected to such a fate, her screams ignored as she suffered for the pleasure of others. She had not passed out, she had lasted longer than any other woman that had come here. Because of this she felt pride and an iniquitous sense of secret superiority, for how many other women enslaved by this undersea empire were covert corporate assassins and spies, trained diligently for physical and mental stress? It was ironic that such training could make her a lethal and effective secret agent or a perfect submissive slave girl with equal effectiveness.

  Looking about the room, she found that the vast bed was supported on a frame with four posts that rose to gather a blue velvet canopy to match its sheets and pillows. The wood was carved to resemble flowing water, the dark material winding and twirling up in smooth waves, like a petrified and reversed waterfall.

  The room itself was spacious and comfortable, with oval windows running the left wall and a single door on the right. Through the oval portholes Mina could see the garden again, this time from a much closer perspective, this room being situated a lot nearer the base. The number of women and fish that passed by were greatly increased, and the room bore no additional light, for like the sun, the moored beams streamed their golden cascades through the glass to illuminate the bedroom in full.

  With such light streaking in it felt much more like a morning to Mina, even though she had no idea what date it was let alone what time, or even if it were night or day for real. Charybdis had even managed to master time here, controlling absolutely everything for his slaves and guests.

  A bedside table of the same streaming baroque design lay on either side of her, each with a small lamp formed from coral, and a small bell. A wardrobe stood directly opposite her, the wall-spanning affair lined with mirrored doors to make the chamber seem even bigger by reflecting it in full.

  Overhead lights were set in the ceiling but were not on, and a green carpet, the fabric deep and inviting, covered the floor.

  Dreaming of her recent activities, she let a hand trace back down between her legs and covertly caressed herself, hiding her motions amidst the covers in case anyone was watching via the hidden cameras. She had no pressing desire to be returned to a chastity belt, and if that was to be her fate anyway, she wanted to exploit these last moments of sexual freedom while she could.

  Each flicker of pleasure her swirling middle finger etched sweetened the tortures more and more. She was diligently attuning herself to her new role without even realising, the loss of all duty having dropped the reins that held her in check. Now she was unbound and free to do as she wished, acting on whims, spurned by instinct.

  The sound of a door unlocking beside the bed alerted her a moment before a hiss of hydraulic effort drew back the concealed portal. The clues froze Mina during her deed and had her feigning continued rest, hiding what she had been doing from whomever it was entering.

  She recognised the twin sets of bare feet that strode in not from their footwear but from their stride. People had a way of walking that was almost as individual as a fingerprint. No two people were truly identical, there were nuances in behaviour that could allow an adept to ferret out identity, and Mina was plenty familiar enough with Oceanus and Tethys to know it was they who had entered.

  Oceanus sat on the bed at her side, reaching over and pulling the blanket down a little to expose her bare shoulder. ‘Is our pet awake?’ he asked softly, running the backs of his fingers down the smooth rounded joint.

  Mina murmured and stretched under the sheets, taking her hands from herself via the feigned exit from slumber. Curling back up, she opened her eyes and regarded them. ‘Yes, Lord,’ she whispered with a smile.

  Tethys stood before Mina while her husband sat on the bed, both of them adorned with flowing silken gowns, the blue and green design forming a rolling turbulent ocean that rushed across the entire fabric masterpiece while pearl sequins were placed to form the crests of the waves.

  ‘Did you sleep well?’ enquired Tethys, crossing her arms as she gazed over Mina’s form, her body revealed by smoothed undulations under the satin. Mina could feel the ravenous stare and felt flattered and aroused by such adoration.

  ‘Yes, Lady, but how long was I...?’ she began, unsure whether to use the word in case it caused offence, or slighted her own achievements.

  ‘Unconscious?’ Oceanus said. ‘Probably only half an hour, but once we’d bathed you and tucked you into bed, you were asleep for a good twelve hours.’

  ‘Bathed?’ she spluttered, realising now that she was indeed clean and perfumed, the sweat of her torments gone. She tried to dredge out the memories, but the period between leaving her swoon and her descent into deep consuming sleep was nowhere to be found in her mind.

  ‘Are you hungry?’ asked Tethys, walking around and lowering herself onto the side of the bed that Mina had largely left unused, the fabrics rustling delicately as she moved closer. The woman spooned up beside her, moulding her curves against those of Mina and embracing her. ‘You should really eat.’

  Mina melted into her arms, the woman’s lips grazing her neck, kissing it as she draped her head into the pillow to offer a longer route for the nibbling pecks. ‘Yes, Lady,’ she replied, unsure what hunger was more pressing at the moment, her interrupted onanism having left her with an appetite that exceeded her more material famine.

  Oceanus leant away from Mina and reached around beside the bed, taking a small bell from the table there. Shaking the instrument, the soft chimes caused the door to open again and allow another slave entrance. The servant was a diminutive Asian girl, her small figure encased in moulded form fitting latex. Her dark tresses were cut into a bob, and her features were touched by only the slightest hints of cosmetics so as not to distract from clear natural beauty.

  The girl wore a long-sleeved dress of polished latex, the neck rising high whi
le the short skirt barely cleared the tops of her thighs so that she would expose the hint of her chastity belt should she even slightly lean over. The sleeves continued into gloves and fishnet continued down her nubile legs before entering high-heeled court shoes, the footwear armed with a padlocked band about the ankle.

  A white latex apron with lace frills attached to it and a large bow at the back spanned her waist, the same frills creating a small ruff around her collar. Even through the thickness of the latex uniform, Mina could see that her nipples were ringed, the small circle of metal creating dimples in the fabric that revealed their presence.

  The girl bore a silver tray adorned with numerous articles, all of them covered by a white sheet. She presented the tray to Oceanus, holding it for him as he lifted the fabric back and gathered what he required.

  First, he lifted a polished bowl, much like that for a large dog. Taking it from the tray he set it on the floor, trails of steam rising from the interior as it moved, telling Mina that she was not going to be eating in any mundane fashion.

  Next he took up a collar, the black leather rimmed with an alternating circle of spikes. The spines went from one-inch daggers to half-an-inch thorns with a D-ring in the middle that held an identity disc. As he presented it to her, Mina saw that the twirling plate bore the words Property of Oceanus and Tethys on one side, and Mina on the other.

  Mina sat up and lifted her chin so he could place it about her throat, and as it was buckled into place, filling her with a warm sense of being owned, she wondered if she would ever earn a name for herself. Could Nymphs ever do that? Or were the mythological names reserved only for the Titans. She wished there were an easy name for her to earn, but from her knowledge of the ancient legends she was pretty certain that the two gods before her had never held relations with any other Titan, which was rare for such beings. Zeus had sired offspring or had affairs with two sisters, the daughter from one of those relationships, and then the daughter from that coupling. Oceanus and Tethys did have Nereus together, but that deity had followed with fifty more Nereid, one of which was Amphitrite, and from her earlier recall, she knew that this being already existed and was with Poseidon. So if the offspring of a deity they created was already in existence, then surely the place of Nereus was already taken. Plus, once she had thought on it, she remembered that Nereus was male, a fact her desire to be part of their family deliberately ignored.