Captured by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  The collar was tightened to a snug fit and a chain link leash was taken up and clipped to her D-ring.

  ‘You may eat now, slave,’ permitted Tethys, as Oceanus closed his hand on the leather hoop that kept her his prisoner.

  Eagerly Mina sprang from the bed and lowered onto all fours, placing her face into the rich fare on offer before her. It was some sort of stew, the numerous ingredients cooked to perfection and mouth-watering in their scent and taste. The process of feeding in such a lowly fashion was a heady turn on, and she was also glad to have lost her long hair, otherwise it would currently be falling everywhere.

  The maid cast a libidinous glance down at Mina before serving the two Titans their breakfast, handing them each food course before taking back the emptied cups, glasses and dishes as they were finished with. The leash was set aside, placed on the bedspread where it could easily be grabbed.

  Mina found it difficult not to get the food all around her mouth, but refused to give in and use her hands. Instead, between major feasts she washed herself as best she could with her tongue, lapping up the excess with alacrity.

  ‘My, she is hungry,’ commented Tethys, leaning over to take a look, a piece of toast in one hand.

  Mina could not disagree, she had not realised just how famished she was until starting to eat. Her presence in this place, recent events, all of it had been a preoccupation that easily forced any other notions from her mind, her own bodily needs forgotten in the glare of sensual appetite.

  As she feasted, Mina kept her eyes to the slender legs of the maid stood directly before her. The girl had wonderful limbs, her dainty feet sculpted to fit perfectly in the court shoes, the taut calf muscles mesmerising within their tight captivity of mesh tights. The maid eventually noticed the lustful stare and keeping care to make sure she was not noticed, she shifted her nearest foot a little closer to Mina.

  Oceanus and Tethys were discussing matters of the domain, talking about who was doing what, who was being groomed for which position, new recruits, old friends, favourites and planned events. Mina had trouble concentrating because of the chore of eating, the delicious foot before her, and her arousal from her instantaneous reduction to animal status.

  Unable to resist temptation, she moved forward a little and after licking the food from around her mouth so as to leave no obvious evidence, she placed her lips to the ankle of the girl. The maid shivered slightly, trying to keep herself in check and evade being detected. Mina kissed the joint tenderly, the smell of fishnet strong in her nostrils, the tawny skin beneath smooth and delicious to Mina’s palate. Kissing up and down her foot, she licked at the woman’s heel and pointed patent toes, adoring her proffered extremity with hound-like devotion. The girl had fed her, it was only right that as a pet she should be besotted with such an entity.

  Mina could feel the small latex clad maid shivering with pleasure, no doubt her loins raging with hunger, desperate to take Mina. As a plate was handed back to her, she deliberately dipped a corner of the cleared dish and let a fork fall to the floor.

  ‘Clumsy fool,’ hissed Oceanus upon seeing the ‘accident’. ‘Bring a cloth and a crop,’ he growled, his words filled with a false anger, part of his role and not meant or delivered with any real fury.

  ‘And the clover clamps,’ added Tethys, the words distorted from a mouthful of bread.

  The girl set the tray down and scampered off. Mina settled back into a ball and watched as the lithe frame of the girl rolled within her tight dress, her prancing gait carrying out of the room.

  She appeared a moment later with the required articles. Setting the cloth and small bucket of soapy water on the floor, she then gave the slender crop to Oceanus and placed the clamps on the table.

  ‘Turn around and hold your ankles, girl,’ he ordered, reclining on the bed, taking up the metre long purple woven strut. A pair of black leather tongues was mounted at the tip, the matching handle armed with a hoop for added hold.

  The maid stepped away and folded at her middle, the skirt rising with her motion to leave her completely exposed. Mina then saw why she had done as she had, for as her body and the bed blocked all view, she reached aside and placed her hand to Mina’s left breast, holding the flesh for comfort, savouring the feel of another female as there was a whistle of displaced air.

  A sound thwack echoed and she stiffened for a moment with a little gasp. Another followed, and then a third, the girl accepting her chastisement with a lecherous relish. All the while she let her rubber coated hands grope Mina, and Mina for her part did not resist, merely let herself succumb to the touch and find a rewarding satisfaction in it. They were slaves together, letting each other give hints of joy when they could, silently acknowledging the innate unity between them.

  ‘There, now be more careful in future,’ he warned.

  ‘Yes, Lord, I’m sorry,’ she muttered, the words as delicate and entrancing as she was.

  ‘Now come here,’ he added, causing her to straighten and turn, revealing the three raised trenches along her rear, like the bite of stinging nettles as the flushed skin responded to the stern stroke of the crop.

  She lifted from her heels a little as the two silver clamps were snapped into place, the chain that linked them rattling as she shuddered with their application, her ringed nipples no doubt making the effects considerably more vehement.

  ‘There, you can wear these for the next hour to remind you to keep your mind on your tasks,’ he decreed, and slapped her rump to have her totter forward and recover her balance.

  The Titan returned to his conversation, the bed rustling as the couple moved closer, further serving the needs of the sly maid.

  Settling onto her knees, she placed the fork back on the tray and started to scrub at the floor where the egg yoke upon the prongs had stained it. Immediately she leaned over, working with one hand while petitioning a kiss from Mina. Without delay Mina moved forward, the sly sense of doing wrong making her heart race. This was an act of insurrection against her owners, and it made it all the sweeter because of it. The maid had just endured three strokes, and the company of the clamps for an hour to gain this, and Mina would ensure it was worth the price.

  Their lips met and parted, their tongues reaching through to embrace each other with maniac speed and eagerness, each sliding wantonly upon the other. Mina felt the girl circle her tongue, rolling around it, exploring the new organ that partly entered her mouth. Mina let her tip tickle the lips of the girl before sliding deep, tracing this new and unexplored region. At the same time she extended a hand and caught the dangling chain. The girl was being supported by one hand and was using the other to continue scrubbing, the scraping sounds helping hide their illicit exchange, thus she could not stop Mina as she gave little gentle pulls to the links. The clamps tightened as she pulled at them, the escalation in discomfort causing the girl to erupt with passion, her tongue frantic in Mina’s mouth, taking every portion of sensation she could from the lowly pet before they had to part.

  Mina’s stomach muscles tensed and held her steady as she lifted her other arm forward to gather up a latex smothered breast, the pert flesh compressed within the jet shell. The girl shivered slightly, overcome with her desires, burning with need, but assured her denial by the belt. The uniform slid under Mina’s fingers, the impermeable fabric warm, sliding slightly upon the girl’s flesh as she wriggled with minute motions against Mina’s touch.

  ‘Aren’t you done yet?’ asked Tethys, causing them to break apart and resume their ordinary duties.

  Mina put her face back into the bowl to finish lapping up a few dregs, and the maid restored her full attention to cleaning up the mess she had deliberately made.

  ‘Almost, Lady,’ she said on a swift breath.

  Suspicious, Oceanus leant over and looked at them both, one eyebrow rising upon wavering trust. Whether he had enough grounds to punish them
was uncertain, but he merely smiled and returned to the arms of his wife, giving them the benefit of the doubt this time, or merely amused by their sly activities beneath their owner’s very noses.

  ‘That’ll do, slave,’ he commented, having seen she was finished. ‘Now back to the rest of your duties.’

  The maid mouthed a thank you to Mina, to which she smiled with contentment, almost abashed by such gratitude.

  The girl took up the tray and loaded on all that remained, including Mina’s bowl, and bustled back into the kitchen, her clamps chiming softly with her walk. Was she so trustworthy as to not remove them once she had left the sight of her owners? Did her need to please, to be obedient reach so far that she would endure such discomfort simply for the need of discipline? It was a tantalising notion.

  ‘So, little pet, did you enjoy your breakfast?’ asked Oceanus.

  ‘Yes, Lord, thank you, I did,’ Mina replied.

  ‘Come up here, little pet,’ he continued, taking up her leash and giving a little tug of encouragement.

  Mina sprang up onto the foot of the bed, sitting before them on her knees, her hands pressed to the covers in the position of a trained hound.

  ‘Now, slave, how do you keep so fit?’ asked Tethys, propping herself up with a few pillows, her husband nuzzled into her side.

  ‘I work out at a gym, Lady,’ she answered.

  ‘Come here, slave,’ beckoned Tethys, with a crooked finger. Somewhat reluctantly, Mina moved forward on all fours, her limbs sliding against the opulent covers. As soon as she was near enough, Tethys grabbed one of her nipples, making Mina wince and grimace. The hold drew her closer still and then a light slap stung her cheek before the nipple was released. Rather than cause resentment, the act of being treated in such a way caused her submissiveness to flare like oxygen breathed onto dying embers. Mina settled back as far as the leash would allow, her stance low and humbled as the woman spoke with firm words. ‘Don’t lie to us, slave, or it’s back on the pole for you,’ she warned, and Mina had no pressing wish to repeat it so soon after her last encounter. The couple now had a doom to threaten her with, an ideal chip for leverage, but she hoped it would not be used too often to goad her into acts instead of the deployment of other punishments.

  ‘I’m sorry, Lady,’ she muttered morosely, realising how transparent a lie it had been. Since when did bimbo aerobics instructors teach their pot-bellied housewives and vacant secretarial clientele martial skills so effective that they could render any opponent senseless in a single strike, as well as stealth arts to let someone evade capture for as long as she had?

  ‘Now, try that answer again,’ offered Tethys, with a frown that stayed fixed to Mina as her husband watched with an entranced smile.

  ‘I have been an avid student of martial arts, Lady,’ she answered, her cheek hot as she hoped she would come across as someone who had indulged an obsession for the arts rather than someone who required them for a nefarious profession. She didn’t want them to know the truth. Not to protect her former employers, but because of what they might think of her should they realise just what sort of beast she had been. What would the revelation do if it came to light that she was a professional murderess, a saboteur, a blackmailer, and a host of other repulsive titles too numerous to name, as well as having invented a few new ones during her years of espionage?

  ‘Do you perform exercises to keep in shape, or do you work out?’ Tethys asked.

  ‘I do work out, but I also have certain routines I use for body awareness, Lady.’

  ‘Good - I think we would like to see some of them, slave,’ Tethys demanded as Oceanus pulled at the leash, bringing Mina to him.

  ‘Yes, Lady,’ Mina replied, the clip being removed from her collar to set her free.

  ‘Go on then, slave,’ he said, ushering her off into the wide space before the bed.

  Mina stepped onto the lush carpet and walked casually out into her arena. The mirrors behind her would allow them to see her from front and back with ease, making her even more uneasy. Then she noticed the Nymphs outside, loitering in the waters, watching intently. Had they seen her and the maid? Is that what had attracted them? Others joined as some left, the women rushing up to refill their tanks before returning to catch more of what was going on in the dry they were denied.

  The precise routines Mina performed were almost always done alone, in her home. Sometimes she listened to soothing music, but often it was in silence. She had never done this before a real audience, because even when she did it at a dojo, it was with people who paid little attention to it, or were interested only in the moves as part of their art, not as an erotic event. Neither was her nakedness save for a collar assisting her in overcoming the trepidation.

  Taking a deep breath she slowed her respiration, mastering her internal systems as she let her arms drift out. Focusing her mind, she banished all unnecessary thought, placing herself in the cold trance required of the routines, sharpening her awareness to a point where every fibre of her being was hers to know and control to perfection.

  Running on automatic, her sculpted naked form began to drift and turn, her feet moving with gradual motions, her balance never wavering, her equilibrium precise. As her legs rose and descended, carrying her around, her arms and body shifted with serpentine grace, running with a fluid smoothness, every muscle working to a set of unwavering instructions. The slow methodical dance continued to a heartbeat as steadfast and reliable as a metronome, each breath coming in for four beats, holding for four, exhaling through four, and pausing again for four, never changing once.

  Even when a sharp thrust of a leg or arm launched an imaginary strike, her pulse never altered, the mastery over her physical self now total and complete. She was ignorant of the Nymphs mustering without, of Tethys and Oceanus as they caressed each other, their eyes wide, their passion ignited by the performance of their pet.

  Sweeping her arms out she drew them back, the muscles tightened with subtle strain before her hands came together before her, ending the rota of forms. Mina opened her eyes, at peace, the usual sense of tranquillity she gained now ruling her mind and body.

  ‘Quite astounding,’ Tethys commented with awe, the couple having shed their dressing gowns during her display.

  ‘A wonderful show,’ Oceanus concurred.

  ‘Thank you, Lord,’ Mina humbly replied. ‘Thank you, Lady.’

  ‘Now, after that, I think you should perform an encore for us.’

  ‘You wish me to repeat my exercises, Lady?’ wondered Mina.

  ‘No, I think you should come and kneel on the foot of the bed and pleasure yourself - you deserve a reward for such a sterling display,’ said Tethys, the two Titans straightening up on the bed so they might watch more easily.

  Mina was eager to comply, but again, the shame of performing such a private act before others was nibbling at her commitment to it. But stepping up onto the soft mattress, she knelt down, her head lowered. For a moment she looked at her hand, wondering if she could do this.

  ‘Come on, slave,’ ordered Oceanus, his hand snaking down between his wife’s legs. ‘Get to it.’

  Mina placed a finger in her mouth, slotting it to the knuckle. Clamping her lips to it, she drew the digit out, rolling her tongue around it as she went, sheathing it with a layer of saliva. Her head draped back so she was looking to the ceiling, and her hand slid between her legs, her knees parting just a little to permit access. Her finger slipped through her lips and found her clitoris waiting in expectation. The first touch sent a shiver through her, the humiliation of being made to perform so flagrantly being an unexpected and intense aphrodisiac. But her owners wanted more.

  ‘Get those knees wider, slave,’ ordered Tethys.

  ‘Don’t try to hide from us,’ added Oceanus.

  With twinges of anxiety, Mina parted her knees further, spreading her folde
d legs as her finger etched circles upon her flesh, causing her to quiver slightly and her loins to grow moist with increasing desire.

  ‘And look at us as you do it, slave,’ stated Tethys, the woman eager to have Mina acknowledge her act before them.

  Mina started to dip her head and then paused, hesitant to obey.

  ‘Come on, slave, there’s nothing to be ashamed of,’ soothed Tethys, her breath rasping, the manipulation her husband was bestowing causing her to send ripples of vibration through the mattress. ‘You look quite gorgeous, kneeling before us, legs apart, your breasts thrust out as you perform.’

  With such words, Mina regarded the couple who had enslaved her body and now ensnared her very soul with their dark hedonistic doctrine. Sitting before them, watching as they pleasured each other, Mina continued, her reservations evaporating as her bliss began to mount in earnest. The show had fired their libido, and her masturbation was adding more fuel to the fires of their passion.

  Tethys arched slightly and her husband immediately seized the closest teat in his lips and began to flit his tongue to it. She gasped softly and stretched her own hand down between his legs, grabbing his erect length and shuffling her tight fist back and forth.

  ‘Come here, slave,’ ordered Tethys, extending a hand and beckoning forth. Mina crawled forward, wondering if she was to be included in their lovemaking.

  Tethys enclosed her hand about the back of Mina’s neck and guided her down as she threw back the blanket to expose them all. The steering palm brought her down onto Oceanus, the shuffling hand slipping away so she might swallow him up.