Aqua Domination

by William Doughty

  Looking at the two captive girls, and in the mirror at herself, Mary knew they were all three a stunning sight of almost startling beauty, helplessness and perverse allure. She could not help feeling a sense of pride to be participating in such an insane sexual deviation.

  ‘Get ready,’ said David. ‘Get set. Go!’

  Sixteen

  Instantly, Mary began sliding over the tiled floor, propelling her restrained, soapy body as well as she could with limited movements of her hands and feet. David pushed and pulled Carol and Faye round and round on all fours to disorientate them, then gave each of them a light blow to their arses with his tawse.

  ‘Go on!’ he cried. ‘Get Mary quickly, or you’ll get much worse than that.’

  ‘What a great game!’ Jack gasped in pure amazement.

  ‘Mary’s over here!’ cried David, and he hit her hard on her right buttock, making a sound like a pistol shot.

  ‘Go on, get her!’ Jack urged Carol and Faye.

  ‘Left a little, Faye,’ said David. ‘Perfect! Go straight ahead as fast as you can.’

  Aroused beyond measure, David and Jack gazed in awe at the fantastic sight of three young females, their bodies shiny with lather and fetish garments, trapped inside a game of sublime cruelty. Mary slithered on her hands and knees, frantically pushing herself along: an absurdly vulnerable female with limbs bound, head helmeted and ripe arse defenceless.

  Laughing excitedly, David and Jack played with their living sex toys: they grabbed the slippery women and rubbed their cocks against them; they squeezed their tits and slapped their buttocks; they poured bowls of water from the bath over them to make them gleam and splutter, and they soaped them again, caressing and squeezing the lush, strong and curvaceous bodies of three superb young women.

  The men found it hugely amusing to tease and arouse Faye and Carol especially, and the sightless girls squealed in distress.

  What really shocked Mary was to see that David looked truly happy for the first time in ages, and she was further shocked by the depth of her own warm delight in his happiness. How good it was to see him smile and laugh and lust with such simple and wholehearted pleasure. Surely, even if he was a cruel master, he could only look so happy if he possessed some basic and sublime goodness, long in retreat and hiding, yet never truly defeated.

  Here and now, that was the only place to be. In creating this insane, grotesque, and disturbingly beautiful scene of two young women hunting a third in a bathroom, David had broken all barriers, opened the gates and won free. With his imagination and determination, he had forced these five human beings into the rare triumph of absolute nowness.

  No more compromises, never again despair. End the waste of time. Mary saw this in David’s face as he rubbed his cock on Carol’s buttocks, enjoying her big body so stunningly captive and captivating on all fours, her long pale-gold hair hanging down in shiny tendrils, dripping water like boiling silver. Everything was so beautiful and so terrible in its reality that Mary wanted to weep.

  ‘Come on you lazy sluts!’ David exclaimed, slapping Carol with his palm, raising a fine sound from her bum. ‘Fuck Mary, you silly bitches.’

  Carol lunged forwards, and her hands rested a moment on Mary’s back. Desperately, Mary rolled sideways, teetering for an instant on the edge of the bath. Somehow she recovered, and slithered away from the water while Carol, misled by false advice from Jack, sightlessly went in the wrong direction. Faye came near Mary, listening carefully. Mary froze and tried to stay silent. David turned on a wall shower, soaking Faye and making her cough and splutter, so Mary was able to crawl away unheard. All this soapy, slippery writhing made her breasts and pussy sing with fresh lust, greatly heightened by her anxiety.

  Sighing with pleasure, David poured another bowl of hot water over Mary, soaped her lavishly, and then screwed her for a few minutes while Jack held Carol and Faye together on their sides, face to face, ordering them to stay in that position or be severely tawsed. He masturbated over them with cheerful delight. Then the men changed places, and Jack enjoyed Mary while David used a wall shower on the girls, soaped their gorgeous gleaming flesh and rubbed his penis on and between their hot foaming bodies, so soft and slippery.

  ‘This is great,’ he gasped. ‘Oh, you lovely bitches, you soapy slits! Now you’re just starting to learn about serious bathing. I’ll train you, you bimbos. You’ll be my captive aquanauts.’

  ‘Queens of water sports,’ cried Jack.

  ‘Mermaids in restraint, wet sluts, pet fish!’

  Delirious with excitement, the men released the three women and savoured the hallucinogenic vision of the gagged young beauties, lathered and restrained, crawling around the bathroom, under the threat of the tawse.

  ‘Here, here she is,’ yelled David, giving Mary a brief foamy fuck. Squelch, squelch, splat, splat. He pulled out just as Faye and Carol lurched on all fours to the scene, shiny round butts swaying. Now Mary was in trouble! The girls laid their bound hands on her and made ‘mmms’ of encouragement to each other through their gags. Mary wriggled and squirmed desperately, undulating like a snake, her spread, defenceless arse flashing in the golden sunlight. Carol strove to mount her, to ram home her long thick rubber dildo. But even as she flung her weight on top of her prey, Mary twisted aside and slipped out from under Carol, aided by the soap’s lubrication. Faye then grappled with Mary, and savagely jabbed her with the dildo she wore. For an instant it seemed certain to penetrate Mary, and she squealed through her gag, but again the lather helped, and the dildo slid off. Mary raised her feet sharply and shoved Faye aside, then squirmed away. She struggled to get onto the water bed, feeling she might be safer there, and watched the men tease Faye and Carol. The bizarre scene filled her with such lust and anxiety that she thrust her pussy repeatedly against the undulating water bed, and achieved an orgasm that left her momentarily stunned.

  Carol and Faye were in no position, however, to take advantage of Mary’s lustful distraction. David and Jack had seized them, and given them several cracking, foam-splashing blows with their wet leather tawses. How the girls squealed, sounding, through their gags, like distressed sows.

  ‘Ridiculous!’ David exclaimed. ‘You should have had her then, you lazy dykes.’

  ‘Try harder!’ Jack admonished. ‘Take that!’

  For nearly an hour, David and Jack had a wonderful time, playing excitedly with their three sex toys like children on Christmas morning. Happily, they rubbed their cocks on and between the women’s breasts and thighs, and penetrated Mary whenever they desired. How easy it was, and how much fun, to play all kinds of games! They clipped heavy dog chains to the women’s bridles and led them around, they held Mary still and gave Carol and Faye verbal directions so the girls almost caught her, stabbing angrily with their dildos, then they let Mary go so she could crawl away like a damaged insect. Cheerfully, the men flicked their tawses at the vixen and two hunting bitches alike, accusing them of not trying hard enough, and they masturbated with pure and simple pleasure as they drank in the sight of three gagged young women crawling around in their shiny fetish garments, trapped in utter humiliation.

  David and Jack got more and more aroused, but they were also struck by the humour of the situation, so they had to laugh, or rather giggle. To think that three young women could be reduced to such a state – no, it was too funny. They guided Carol around and tricked her into trying to mount Faye, and they ordered Mary to climb on Carol and try to hold her and bring herself off by rubbing her pubes on Carol’s wriggling arse. Really, thought Mary, if they cannot take our degradation seriously, they are just bad children. Yet she was pleased to see David happy again after all this time, and she wanted to spoil him more and more. He had come fully alive again, and it was all her doing.

  Delighted by their ingenuity, the men told their animals, as they called them, to take a rest. They showered them with water, rubbed them dry with warm soft towels, then covered them in baby oil. Mary was freshly amazed at the insane beauty of
the girls, the men, herself in the mirror, the whole bathroom. Yes, it was so beautiful, too beautiful to bear, like a hallucination born of fever, and, yes, it was clearly insane. David had broken every barrier, he had accepted himself as he truly was, so now the past and the normal world were dead, and there was nothing left for the five of them in that bathroom but the present, which was a terrible wonder. All my doing, Mary thought again, with shame and pride, and she was ashamed of her pride and proud of her shame.

  With the smug air of a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, David took three small silver bells from a box and clipped them to Mary’s belt and bridle.

  ‘Mary is belled,’ he announced. ‘Come on Carol, Faye, you must be able to get her now. Sorry, Mary. I really don’t want to invite you to stay. Bad luck.’ Then he took a grip on Mary’s bridle, knelt down with one knee on the calf of her left leg, and gave her five heavy slaps to her magnificent oily and shiny arse.

  As he released her, Jack flicked his tawse under Carol and Faye’s torsos, promising them much worse if they did not catch the vixen very quickly. Mary, her buttocks burning, moved away as quickly as she could, only to hear her bells tinkling. The sound filled her with a tingling, strangely erotic desperation. David thought of everything, even infuriating little bells. What could she do against such a monster except yield? If he was so cunning and bad, she had every excuse to give in. And joy was there, she could smell it, joy was in surrender.

  The bells, the bells! She was Quasimodo, that was what David had brought her to, because she had forced him. Desperately, she crawled up onto the water bed and tried to slip down between the little gap between it and the wall. She wriggled there like a worm, making David and Jack laugh uncontrollably, in some kind of hysteria. David pulled on Carol’s chain, guiding the big strong girl he had fucked.

  ‘Come on, Carol,’ he cried. ‘Get the vixen. You can do it. You’re my favourite bitch now.’

  And Carol was on her, but Mary struggled, and slid out from under her hot and heavy flesh. Then Faye too was on her, jabbing furiously with the dildo. How angry Carol and Faye were by now! Mary knew real fear. She was trapped between the girls and the wall. The three women struggled and writhed, oiled buttocks and breasts and plastic flashing. Mary was breathless and her limbs trembled with exhaustion. Two stabbing dildos. Expertly, the men flicked their tawses at the writhing female trio, and the sweaty shiny women grunted through their leather bits. They drooled.

  Animals. They were purely animals – but what else had they ever been, what else could they ever be? Faye was between Mary and the wall now, and she used her legs as well as her arms to hold the struggling prey. She held Mary from behind, and they were lying on their sides as Carol pressed on Mary’s front, holding her helpless, sandwiched between two angry girls. Mary could not close her legs because of the legspreader David had strapped to her, so Carol was finally able to thrust her dildo home with a savage grunt of animal triumph.

  And Mary was fucked ruthlessly. Jack moaned as he masturbated, and he soon came, standing over the oily, sweaty, crazed young females, showering them, as he cried out again and again, a sound of anguish. Mary, his queen, had been captured and violated. He could, should, have helped her, but he was only a worthless coward.

  Grunting and drooling, arching her long, long body, Carol came, thrusting with all her strength in lustful revenge. All the while, Mary gazed at David, drinking in the sight of his helpless cruelty, his vicious arousal. She ignored Carol and Faye, and she adored and despised David now and forever as she presented him with her defeat.

  ‘It’s disgusting!’ David exclaimed. ‘Disgusting, dirty, stupid bitches. How can the three of you behave like this? What have you come to? Why do women always follow the wrong kind of man, and lead him further astray? What hope is there? It’s over, all over, there is no hope.’

  You say that, thought Mary, but your cock is huge and solid. She shuddered as Carol recovered her wits after her climax and resumed her cruel and vengeful ploughing. Mary felt sure that Carol had been utterly corrupted. Having sex with David, and now, as his hunting dog, joining in his strange games with total abandonment, meant that she had left normality behind, and would never be able to find it again even if she wanted to. Later would come the really hard part, harder than any mere sexual perversion: Carol would have to decide whether to feel regret or hope, sorrow or gladness. There, right there, was the real weight of living.

  ‘Enough, you greedy bitch,’ said David. ‘Leave Mary alone, now,’ he snapped, pulling at Carol’s chain. With a kind of snarl she resisted, twisting her long, powerful body to thrust her dildo into Mary, taking a savage delight in stretching her victim’s flesh. ‘You nasty cruel slut!’ David exclaimed, and gave Carol’s hard muscular buttocks four strong blows with his tawse, snapping and cracking the leather on her reddening, heaving arse.

  Still Carol resisted, but Jack helped David, and together they were able to haul the big girl away from Mary and attach her chain to a wall ring. Mary wondered if David felt sorry for her. That would be something, she told herself, though in her heart of hearts it seemed a disconcerting sign of a new weakness. His next words proved that he was in fact badder than ever.

  ‘Get in the bath, Mary,’ he snapped. ‘What a lucky bitch you are! I’m going to give you a chance to show us all what you can do.’ He fastened Faye to another wall ring, then removed the girls’ plastic helmets so they could see again. Then he helped Mary into the water with his right foot against her arse. She went on all fours in the deep warm water, and he took off her legspreader, rubber mitts, head bridle, and wrist straps, restoring her complete freedom of movement. She still had on her gloves, stockings and belt of scarlet plastic. When David entered her it felt so right, so warm and filling and good that she knew she was lost, lost now and forever.

  Despite everything, all she wanted was to please this man, this nasty little creep. So Mary gave him her all. She gave him everything. Every part of her body had only been created to give him pleasure; her heart, soul and mind were his even though he did not want them, had no idea what to do with them, and was not worthy of receiving from her a single one of her farts. None of that mattered, because in fact she was his, that was all she could do and all she could be. Let him use her as he pleased, let him take delight from her body and soul so slavish and dazed with submission.

  Accepting all his cruelty, Mary made an exhibition of herself in one position after another, pleasing his penis in every way possible with all the beauty, skill and strength of her flesh, the invention of her mind, and her complete knowledge of David in all his perversity. All her wonderful abilities, firm and succulent body parts, and powers of endurance she gave to him without reservation, performing for his pleasure in the deep foamy water so warm and slippery. For him she became a performing seal.

  Never had she felt such joy, such a surge of lust. Exhibitionism became a simple, childlike pleasure, and she delighted in amazing her audience. Jack caressed Faye and Carol, and the three of them stared at Mary. She knew that what she was doing now with David was not only sex, but the breaking of the last barriers, a revelation.

  Orgasm’s submerged powers and love’s deep secrets, the power of the body all breathless in ecstasy and the currents of the soul’s ocean floor so dark and secret: all now surfaced. David came shrieking like a rat in a trap. Mary passed down from depth to depth, the rapture of the deep and deeper, until she achieved annihilation.

  Jack helped David and Mary out of the bath, pulling the dazed man and woman from the waters like the last survivors from a shipwreck.

  ‘My dear friend, my brave girl,’ David muttered, moving strands of Mary’s chestnut hair from her face. ‘My bad mermaid, my brave aquanaut.’

  ‘I love you, David,’ Mary announced.

  He looked frightened, and drew back.

  ‘It’s the last thing you want and the last thing I want, but so what, it’s there. You’re a nasty, selfish, perverted little rat, but I can’t help it, I l
ove you anyway. I wouldn’t choose you, never in a million years, and here we are anyway. You’re a nasty little rat and you’re my nasty little rat. Lucky me. A small rodent. You don’t even want me here, all you want is for me to go away, and me too, I’d love to go away and never see you again, but I can’t. I can’t. That’s all. I’ve tried so hard not to love you. Ever since I met you. You know, the first time I met you, I told myself, “Don’t fall in love with this creep, you idiot.” I thought I’d got over it, I really believed I had. And I wouldn’t admit to myself that I still loved you.’

  ‘I knew it all along,’ David said gloomily. ‘Bugger.’ He turned away from Mary as though determined to try to ignore her, she who could not be ignored. ‘I suppose we’d better release poor Carol and Faye. Or should we keep them prisoner for a week and play games?’

  The girls exclaimed in horror through the leather in their mouths and began to struggle.

  ‘Just kidding, just kidding.’ David laughed. ‘Calm down. Stay still. We’ll set you free, don’t worry. Just try not to have any ill feeling, OK? I was only teasing when I said I might put you on the internet. Have you got that? Be calm. We didn’t do anything really bad.’

  With some apprehension, David and Jack removed the girls’ strap-on dildos, bridles and rubber mittens, then unfastened their chains. Carol and Faye were silent and subdued until complete freedom gave them reassurance.

  ‘That was terrible!’ Carol exclaimed, rubbing her reddened arse. ‘How could you treat us like that?’

  ‘Very easily,’ Mary had to say.

  ‘I was frightened,’ said Faye. ‘It was horrible.’

  ‘You’re not really angry are you?’ Jack said to Carol and Faye. ‘Think of all the things we can do!’