Chapter 12

When Mina started to come to, she at first assumed that the fabulous events of the past few days were nothing more than a rich dream brought on by a dissatisfaction with her life. The state of semi-consciousness after sleep continued to trick her and she tried to stretch. Instead of feeling her slender limbs slipping on soft covers, she found herself hampered by the imposition of manacles.

Flashing her eyes open, the blurred image of her sight gathered into clarity and revealed her situation and that the world of Charybdis was no night time fantasy inside her head.

Mina found herself lying upon warm white tiles in a section of a larger room. The rest of the chamber was dark, the lights extinguished so that shadow and half images were all she could gain. She could make out vague apparatus and structures, but nothing more than that. No oval windows presented her with a view of the ocean, so she was definitely not in any familiar room. Could this be some sort of prison where she would be punished for her sins?

A row of six spotlights without fired stark beams at her area of the room, filling it with radiance, making the tiles glow and leaving the rest of the chamber a consuming Stygian void.

Checking her immediate vicinity, Mina found that the long, deep-set alcove was completely tiled, like a shower designed for half a dozen people as one might find at a sports hall or gymnasium. A row of detachable showerheads emerged from the wall beside her, set high on small rests, their retractable hoses plunging back into the tiles. The silver nozzles had their own individual taps incorporated at the handle, letting the wielder maintain constant control.

Other additions in keeping with the fetishes of Charybdis and his Titans were upon the shower unit as well. Directly before each shower fitting, in the middle of the floor was a drain that also unleashed a length of chain. The few feet of slumbering metal serpent lay curled upon the floor, awaiting a prisoner to hold. The one beneath Mina had such a target available to it and reached to a metal pole. A thick padlock fastened the chain to a ring set in the middle of the thick rod, the spreader bar being a metre wide and charged with securing leather and latex lined fetters at each end. These bands had been padlocked into irrevocable place upon Mina’s ankles, keeping her legs parted and confining her to the shower unit.

Another chain descended from a hole in the ceiling directly above. Every other length was only a foot or so long, while the example above Mina stretched all the way to the floor. The links extended down to snatch the second bar responsible for spreading her arms and holding her within a set of restraints identical to those trapping her feet. Both sets of cuffs rose up after the joint, flaring out into a cone to provide extra support and to prevent her interfering with them. Mina guessed she was destined for suspension.

Mina pulled at the bonds a little, finding them far more secure than she could ever hope to break or slip free of.

She was still covered in the grime and sweat from her attempted escape, so she could assume that the shower was going to be used on her, and she could further guess that it would be no gentle cleansing after the crimes she had committed. In a way she was looking forward to whatever abuse was going to be meted out, for such punishment would help ease her guilt, help her atone for what she had done. If she suffered enough for the pleasure of others they would have to eventually forgive her, and accept her back into the folds of subservient slavery. Now her allegiance had been broken she was ready to start accepting this new life in full. Once she had paid the price for her earlier division, of course.

Sitting upright she awkwardly traced the smooth metal of her chastity belt, the device a harbinger of pain and pleasure in addition to its purpose of perpetual abstinence. Mina pondered how long it might be before she was permitted orgasm. The long period of teasing and denial when she had first arrived would no doubt continue, driving her insane with need. It would keep her obedient, but it would also be a stringent form of erotic punishment.

Sat in her brightly lit stage with only her thoughts to hound her, Mina had no idea how long it was before she heard the hiss of a door parting and the sound of footsteps drawing closer. She counted four sets - three of them in heels.

Movement in the depths attracted her eyes and she watched as the forms started to materialise into the light. White garments seemed almost disembodied as they caught the radiance, the rest of their attire formed from black latex, rendering them formless wraiths in the night beyond the shower unit.

Oceanus and Tethys stepped forth, their emergence causing Mina to wither back a little, scuttling on the floor until her spine bumped against the tiled wall, her chains rattling against the tiles. She was afraid of what they might do after she had so brazenly assaulted them.

The couple were clad in latex cat suits, the black skin spilling over every portion of their frame, flowing over their hands, merging into footwear and rising to a high neck. The polished fabric rippled with their movements, catching hesitant sparkles of light on its ridges and stretched fields.

Over their suits they wore white coats in imitation of doctors, the pockets of the open jackets clearly containing objects. Their rings were worn over their jet gloves, exposing their membership of the noble caste as well as giving them control over the various automated facets of the room.

The other two footsteps belonged to servants. The two shapely women were also sealed in cat suits, save that their examples were a step more towards total enclosure than those of their owners.

The suits rolled up to encompass their heads, the featureless black domes given token eye slits and a small aperture at the mouth and nose. Their maws were craned wide and filled with a gag, and the small nozzle protruding through the hood suggested to Mina that the gags were of the deepest variety. Tottering on their skyscraper heels, the women wore white aprons of latex and perched upon their smoothed brows were latex nurses’ hats. Even through the thick latex cocoon they wore, Mina could discern the subtle traces of their chastity belts, confirming them as Nymphs.

‘Awake at last, Mina?’ commented Oceanus, folding his arms before him and fixing her with a stern look.

‘How do you feel?’ quizzed Tethys, with a little more warmth.

‘Guilty,’ said Mina with hissed tones, her head lowered as she found herself unable to meet their icy glowers.

‘I meant physically,’ corrected the woman, rubbing a wrist as though she could still feel the shackles Mina had placed upon them.

‘A little weak, that’s all,’ Mina replied.

‘That was not very nice what you did back in the training room, slave,’ Oceanus stated sibilantly, clearly the more outraged of the two, his masculinity bruised by the defeat.

Silence fell as they awaited her response, seeing if she would beg forgiveness or try to lie her way out of it. Mina considered her response before finally answering them.

‘I can’t reveal why I did what I did, but I’m sorry it had to come to that, I had no choice in the matter,’ she sighed softly with resignation, well aware that whatever she said or did would be useless in placating their anger. She had bound and assaulted Titans, defied her caste, visited that which was their exclusive preserve upon them, and they would assuredly remedy the situation. By taking such revenge they would show Mina her place in the scheme of things, and hopefully forgive her in the process.

‘So Charybdis said,’ snapped Oceanus.

‘And not another detail thereafter,’ Tethys added irritably, the lack of information about their property annoying them both. They were used to having all the facts, and now they found that they had a mystery before them, one they could not unravel. Would they try and interrogate her? Pry the information from her by force?

‘But that does not matter right now. We are not here to ferret into your past, but to consider your future,’ stated Oceanus, with aloof tones.

Mina looked up and found them both regarding her with intensity. She frowned as their words sunk in. ‘You mean I have one?’ she questioned, caught by surprise. Despite what Charybdis had said, she was sure they would take instant retribution and then sell her off, or more likely just give her away.

‘Of course you do,’ offered Tethys, a hint of worry in her voice.

Mina looked from one to the other. ‘Please, give me a second chance,’ she pleaded. ‘I’ll not disappoint you again. Take whatever measures you wish as precautions, take revenge for what I did - anything.’

‘I don’t think that will be necessary,’ said Oceanus, and then turned to his wife.

‘What do you think, my love?’

The woman pondered a moment, and then to Mina’s joy, smiled broadly. ‘Let’s just forget about the past and continue where we left off.’

‘Oh, thank you, thank you,’ Mina burbled, jiggling excitedly, her chains chiming like sleigh bells with her movements.

‘You may thank me, slave,’ announced the woman with regal authority, her nose in the air as she extended a foot onto the tiles.

Mina shuffled forward, the steel links clattering loudly upon the floor as she slithered over and looked into the smooth polished toe of the woman’s boot. Without hesitation she lowered her face to it and let her lip wander on the point, the humbling act making her shiver with delectation. As she kissed and licked the power of her derogation made her heart pound and her head swim.

‘Good girl,’ purred the woman, reaching down and stroking Mina’s tangled locks, pacifying her.

‘Now, are you ready to play again?’ added Oceanus, moving to Mina’s side now that there was clearly no danger from the possession. ‘You still have lessons to learn if you want to be our pet.’

Mina looked up across the curvaceous leg of her owner, following the tightly bound limb before panning her gaze across the alluring torso and succulent breasts of Tethys. Meeting her intense black eyes, Mina smiled and addressed Oceanus. ‘Yes, yes, please teach me - I want to be your pet more than anything I’ve ever wanted,’ she stated with conviction, dedicating herself to this goal, fixing her life to it.

‘Excellent,’ chuckled Tethys, stepping back into the shadows and removing her foot from Mina’s adoration. ‘First we shall clean you up, and then we’ll play doctors and nurses.’

Mina watched them from beneath a lowered brow, wondering what was going to occur. The usual events she expected from such a childish term would obviously be considerably different, and Mina entertained herself with numerous notions of just what would be visited upon her. The fantasising made the chastity belt seem all the tighter, her loins growing hot upon the plugs as she squeezed her tracts to the intruders.

Tethys reached out and touched a section of wall outside the shower alcove and therefore hidden to Mina. There was a click and the chains sparked into life, toothed cogs set in floor and ceiling snatching the links and drawing them in.

The speedy retraction of the length above lifted Mina’s hands upwards, bringing her onto her knees as she hung from them, letting herself stay limp so she could enjoy the feeling of being hoisted by the machines.

The cranking grind of the mechanism brought her up into a low crouch and then to her feet. For a moment she struggled a little, before her feet left the floor. With a gasping sigh she was spread-eagled in the air, the drag of the chains making movement almost impossible. A penetrating ache started to roll through her limbs, the ligaments and joints protesting at this maltreatment. But Mina just let her head loll back as she breathed deeply, her body alive with new sensation that only served to stoke her algolagnic lusts. The feeling escalated immeasurably as she felt a latex covered hand rise up her flanks, tracing her curves with a subtle touch.

‘Oohh,’ she moaned, beset by the effects of suspension, relishing them as she hung, defenceless, stretched tight for the attention of her owners, unable to stop the palpating digits.

‘Mmmm, such a darling physique,’ commented Tethys, letting her hand spill across Mina’s breasts, the orbs thrust out and exposed by her elevated position. The feel of fingers moving across the delicate tips made Mina quake, the nipples growing hard, standing out under the gentle caress of the woman.

‘But let’s see the rest of it as well,’ added Oceanus. The Titan formed a fist and pressed his ring to her chastity belt. Running the gems over the front of the waistband, he then moved them back as Tethys performed the same manoeuvre on the back.

With a spry click the crotch band opened, the pressure of it to her flesh almost spitting the entire thing from her. Taking hold of the strip, Tethys took it from her. The slithering flight of the twin plugs as they emerged from her almost brought Mina to instant climax, the ridges sliding against the juices her fantasies had brought forth.

With her loins finally free she gasped softly, panting wantonly as the waistband was opened and also removed from her, rendering her utterly naked and vulnerable. The hand of Oceanus trailed between her plucked legs, his fingers ploughing through the furrow of her sex. Mina spasmed and released choking sobs of rapture at his touch, her motions almost hidden by the bondage.

Oceanus lifted his hand and examined the digits, rubbing them to assess the moisture Mina had deposited.

‘Such an excited little thing, and so easily aroused by just a little bit of bondage,’ he mused, presenting her with the fingers. Mina craned her head forward and engulfed them with her mouth, tasting of her own sex as well as the spicy burn of the rubber on her palate. With a rocking attention she suckled on the phallic shafts, her eyes half closed in a licentious trance.

‘I can barely resist her,’ sighed Oceanus, his dark eyes fixated with Mina’s performance, his length straining against the latex at his loins, his arousal plain.

‘Soon, my love,’ smirked Tethys, wandering back around and embracing her husband, her hand dropping to massage his shaft, the two layers of latex releasing soft squeaks as they ground against one another. ‘First let’s get her cleaned up.’

Mina continued to adore his fingers until they started to retreat, her head straining forward to keep them in her maw for as long as possible. When she could hold them no longer, Mina flopped her head back, regarding the ceiling and the bar above that spread her limbs wide. She couldn’t watch the two of them fondling each other. If she was made any more aroused she felt as though she would explode from pent up frustrations.

‘Come, let us proceed,’ said Tethys, and the pair walked by her, each fetching one of the showerheads. As they were pulled out they revealed the long pipe affixed to them, the implements able to be detached and brought around to attend a subject from every angle.

Turning the valves, a shimmering cascade of warm jets spilled forth, the thin streams thrown forth with considerably higher pressure than normal. When they touched her, Mina almost cried out from the effects, the bushel of tiny jets proving to be a tickling bane. Gasping for breath, she quivered and strained against her bonds, the tingling waters making her cavort to evade them.

Screwing her eyes shut, she clenched her teeth and mewled softly with the strain of enduring them as the couple afflicted her breasts, the teasing pound of the droplets a heinous pleasure. It was worse than any tickling. The waters were a terrible bliss she could hardly take. It was such a simple deed, yet one of incredible potency.

‘Nurses, if you please,’ commanded Oceanus.

Mina jerked her head upright to see the man indicating with a wave of a hand, his shower pummelling her front, her abdomen alive with thrilled sensation. The women stepped forward, armed with soft brushes and a bottle of liquid soap.

Squeezing a line of the golden gel onto their brushes, the anonymous nurses reached up and started to scrub at Mina’s form, themselves being pelted with stray spray that merely clung to their impermeable shells.

Mina writhed wantonly under their touch, the soft bristles spilling over her skin, working up a thick lather as they washed away her grime. The flows of water moved in after an area was cleaned, continuing the sensual banquet.

The attendance of her breasts and rear had her shaking with delight, the nurse behind her rocking the brush into the valley between her buttocks.

A slight push allowed the smooth rounded head of the device to press deeper into her rear, opening the orifice. Mina moaned aloud as the bristles touched her insides, the soft strands running against her before slithering back as a chafing passage against her rear. The nurse pushed back in, thrusting slowly in and out, turning the brush, the sheets of waters running down her acting as lubrication to the intrusion.

The nurse wiggled her device, shaking it to make Mina wail aloud, thrusting her buttocks onto the brush, eager to ride it, to feel it grate against her anus, to feel it inside her.

‘A splendid idea; we should really make sure she’s clean both inside and out,’ commented Oceanus, and the brush slipped free, the nurse being sent to cleaning other exterior regions.

There was little time to mourn the loss of the brush, for the waters of the shower splashed against her rear. The head then touched her anus. With the jets easing entry and garnering new peaks of delight, the head started to disappear into her bottom. A sudden clench grabbed the intruder as warm sprays buffeted her insides, filling her tracts. The tickling enema had her shaking with ecstatic glee, her mouth agape, her sobbing cries vibrating the air.

Oceanus threaded his instrument deeper, rocking it back and forth, extending it further into Mina with each drive until she was certainly being sodomised by it. Riding the device she almost swooned as the other showerhead started to draw through her vulva, brushing its sprinkling jets against her erect clitoris. Tethys extended a hand and cupped a breast, massaging it, pushing it up and locking Mina’s nipple between two fingers before attending the other, all the while continuing to play the shower against Mina’s loins.

‘Pl... plea...plea,’ she burbled, the intensity of the ordeal corroding her sanity; they had to stop; she could not take any more.

‘Not yet, you’re not done,’ hissed the woman, applying more strength to her task, the shower penetrating deeper. ‘Now come on... take it... take it like a good girl.’

‘Ooooh... please,’ choked Mina, the feel of the thrusting fountain too much to withstand. She was being consumed by pleasure. ‘No... I... I...’

‘Take it!’ growled Tethys, squeezing harder to Mina’s breasts, relishing their firmness and shape as she lifted the shower higher, pivoting it, demanding deeper penetration. ‘Come on, swallow it all the way, little Nymph!’ she sternly added, her voice rasped on enthralled pants, her eyes like orbs of coal as she was captivated by Mina’s dance.

‘I... I can’t,’ began Mina, and then tugged to taut attention, every muscle straining as she shrieked into the air, the orgasmic squeal extended until she had no more breath to spend on it. The moment she inhaled she broke into a symphony of groans and whimpers.

Impaled on the two shafts, Mina’s insides were thrashed with scintillating bursts of pleasure, the jets pounding her tender insides as the rods themselves drifted back and forth. The brushes of the nurses continued to clean her, meandering across her form as a deluge of water poured from her, the fountains within keeping her alive with scintillating waves of bliss.

‘There, good slave,’ drooled Oceanus, his implement slithering back to almost fall free of her, the spray making her sphincter howl before he let it dive casually back in, filling her with it, making Mina sing her response. ‘Such a fine dancer too.’

Tethys drew her showerhead out and began to rub it against Mina’s clitoris, the stroke of the plastic toy and the powerful jets bringing her towards orgasm in bounding leaps.

‘Oh! Oh! I’m going to...’ she began, the words resonating in her throat as she groaned with the steady trespass of the devices into her.

‘Call me Lady Tethys, and my husband Lord Oceanus... slave,’ ordered the woman, pausing in her task as though offended.

‘Yes, Lady,’ Mina burbled, jerking her head up and meeting the face of the woman. ‘Oh yes, I’m sorry.’

‘Good slave,’ she said after a brief pause, and Mina was relieved to feel the shower continue its task of teasing her with its plethora of delights.

‘And don’t you dare come without permission,’ interjected Oceanus from behind her, rotating the deeply sheathed rod to create a whirlpool of water and sensation in her rectum.

‘Oh Lord, please,’ she wailed, knowing she stood no hope of suppressing her reactions to their expert caresses, not after her long denial and so many periods of teasing. ‘I can’t stop myself, it’s all too much!’

‘You have to try, slave,’ said Tethys, slowing her rhythm a little as she spoke. ‘You want to please us, don’t you? Especially after your earlier naughtiness?’

‘Yes, Lady, yes, yes I do, but - ’

‘Shhh, try and hold onto yourself, control yourself... if you can, little slave,’ interrupted Tethys, trailing her free hand up and into Mina’s mouth, letting the bulbous tips of her digits run faint lines along Mina’s lips. Her tongue leapt free and lapped at them as they circled her mouth, tasting of the water and latex.

‘How long can she hold out, do you reckon?’ asked Oceanus, reaching around from behind and taking a breast in hand to play with as he continued to drive into Mina’s clutching rear.

‘I’m amazed she’s lasted this long,’ replied Tethys, her hand leaving the mouth and running down Mina’s throat, her head craned back, her gaze locked to the ceiling, a blooming swell continuing to creep through her parted legs as she was forced nearer to climax. She was trying to hold on, but some forces were just too powerful to combat, and Mina was losing her meagre fight. She didn’t want to disobey, but she simply lacked the strength to comply.

‘Please, Lady. Please let me... I can’t take any more.’

‘You think I should give our little pet permission, sweet husband?’ offered Tethys, beating the shower in small circles against her clit, employing the means that made it even harder for Mina to resist.

‘Erm, well, hmmm, let’s see,’ pondered Oceanus with mirth, deliberately teasing her with his fake indecision.

‘Oh Lord, don’t do this to me, I’m begging you, please,’ she cried, the soft circles being etched on her sex leaving her holding against a tidal wave. ‘I’ll do anything you want, just grant me this one favour!’

‘My, she’s insistent,’ mused Tethys, keeping her rate steady, knowing just how effective it was from sympathetic knowledge.

‘I think we should let her,’ sighed Oceanus, pivoting the shaft on her sphincter, breaking down her dams of resistance. ‘She’s done exceptionally well for a novice.’

‘Agreed,’ began Tethys, sinking her fingers into Mina’s rear and pulling towards her a little to elevate the strain in the slave’s limbs, a further aphrodisiac as Mina languished in a pit of decadent delight.

‘Okay slave, you can climax, but thank us as you do,’ permitted Oceanus.

Mina needed no further words and let go of her straining defences. ‘Oh, thank you... thank you... sweet Lady, sweet Lord... thank you!’ she wailed with her last few seconds before the storm struck. Her sight flashed with spots, her neck stretched upright, tendons raised like steel cables as she screeched, her body shuddering with the rush of ecstasy. It was so powerful; more potent than any orgasm she had ever experienced before.

Each movement of a showerhead, no matter how subtle, brought a jerk from her hanging body, her membranes hypersensitive and raw from their cleansing, the tsunami of bliss retreating, taking all her vitality with it, leaving her hanging indolent in her bonds.

‘I think that will do for now,’ said Oceanus.

‘Agreed, we don’t want to wear her out,’ Tethys concurred, and after a smirk, she edited her sentence. ‘Well, not just yet, anyway.’

Animation returned to Mina as the showers were withdrawn, the retreat of the instruments causing a flashing spectre of the ordeal to haunt her, making her choke a cry and then settle back into an apathetic state.

‘Did our slave enjoy that?’ enquired Oceanus, his gloved hands groping her thighs, savouring their tactile input to his senses.

‘I’ve never enjoyed anything like it, Lord,’ she managed to hoarsely whisper.

‘And there’s so much more to come,’ confirmed Tethys, putting her hand to Mina’s cheek. ‘With ten life times you could not extract all the pleasures from this place. But we’ll give it a good go, eh, little Nymph?’

‘Yes, Lady,’ she muttered, nuzzling her slack features into the warm inviting hand of rubber. ‘I am yours to do with as you will.’

‘Good slave,’ whispered the woman.

‘Right, let’s get her set up,’ stated Oceanus, turning off his shower and letting the pipe be dragged back until he could slot the device into its housing.

‘Dry her,’ ordered Tethys as she did the same, cutting off the water flow so that only the splashing patter of drops falling from the hanging form of Mina could be heard.

The nurses left her for a moment and returned with large luxurious towels. Placing them to her body, Mina could feel them taking the opportunity to grope her via the act of drying her. She did not complain, she felt at complete peace, the euphoria of her session a dense fog in her mind, numbing her every thought.

Her breasts and rear gained an inordinate amount of attention, even after they were dry, but no one seemed to notice, leaving Mina to relax into the sly caresses. She could hear her owners bustling about in the darkness, a few lights had been turned on, but with the spotlights still presenting her form in vivid clarity, Mina could still not see what lay outside the shower area. The professed medical scenario suggested some sort of surgery or examination motif, and Mina was eager to see it unfold.

‘Bring her over here,’ barked Oceanus, causing the two bound and gagged nurses to scamper aside, drop their towels, and as one of them manned the controls, the other produced a key to unlock her restraints.

The tunes of mechanised activity emerged from above and below her and the stress being visited to her limbs started to ease as the chains paid out fresh reserves of slack. Lowering, her toes brushed the floor and then her feet settled into the pools of draining liquid. Her legs folded beneath her, rendered fainéant by the ordeal and unable to vaguely support even a fraction of her weight. Mina’s rear splashed into the water and she flopped slowly back as she was fully lowered to the floor, her hair draping into the collected pool.

The cool bar laid across her chest, holding her hands out to the sides as she breathed softly, eyes closed in relaxation.

The nurses closed in and while one of them started to unlock all the padlocks, the other began to unbuckle the restraints and set her extremities free. One arm was set loose and fell limp to the floor, then the other, leaving her crooked legs to be attended next. With a maximum effort she managed to cross her arms before her, the muscles like lead, the commands she issued barely noticed. Comforting herself, she waited as her legs were set free and with a pull the nurses straightened them for her, such a minuscule task still beyond her. Smiling radiantly, she simply lay in the puddle, ruining the efforts of the nurses to keep her dry.

The enforced silence of the women offered no sign of irritation; they simply took an arm each and lifted her to her feet. As one of them cradled her slack form, the other re-dried her back and then assisted her partner in delivering their charge to her designated place.

Through hazy eyes Mina saw that the room was a dimly lit place. It was a rough square with subdued wall lamps that cast a hesitant glow, one that seemed afraid to touch the engines of restraint presented within.

A set of gallows arose to one side, a winch on its main support throwing a rope up and along so it might dangle from the tip. Rather than a place of execution, it was a creation with which an individual could readily suspend a supplicant. The winch would lift their weight with ease, serving them up to gravity’s cruelties.

On the other side of the room was an odd contraption that seemed simplistic to the point of being a complete enigma. Two metal posts like scaffolding rose to waist height and stretched another pole between them. On either side of the contraption were rings set in the floor, situated a short distance away. Mina looked at it with puzzlement and then turned to the more interesting sights on offer.

Between the two apparatus was a row of nine small cages. The tiny cells were comprised of thick welded bars, obviously designed to hold a human in secure discomfort. Two of them were occupied by near naked females. Each still wore her chastity belt, and her face was lost beneath a hood of similar construction to that of the nurses. The deep gags muffled their words and even deprived them of sight, so all they could do was languish in their gaol and listen as others were given the attention they were denied. Had they somehow offended the Titans with their misdemeanours, or were they serving an arbitrary sentence?

The central area was her destination and it was dominated by a raised circular platform, a single step carrying them up onto this low stage. The prime core of attention on this dais was a reclining malformed chair. It lurked like some sort of giant insect, formed of condensed gloom. A rectangular flat cushion was padded with soft leather and lay horizontal.

The nurses turned her around and laid her back onto it. Mina’s head was positioned at the top, so that a buckled strap might be set across her forehead to pin her down. Another was set across her waist, leaving her hindquarters in the air, unsupported.

From the thick pillar of steel which held the backrest, other arms of metal extended outward. Each sturdy limb rose out and up, the adjustable lengths culminating in a leather softened pad like the one she currently lay upon.

Her weak limbs were taken up and set upon the small pads. With her arms stretched straight out, her forearms were rested on the pillows and the dense straps at her wrist and elbow were tightened, leaving her upper arms in the air. Her legs were similarly treated, the cushions supporting her calves, the trammels being hauled tight against her ankles and just below her knees to keep her in a wide split.

The rattle of objects being jostled echoed from her sides as the nurses wheeled small trolleys closer, the implements of her ‘treatment’ already prepared. It was akin to her first medical save that there was no purpose behind this other than gaining debauched satisfaction.

‘Now, is our patient ready for her physical?’ quipped Oceanus, wiggling his fingers with expectation.

‘Yes... doctor,’ smiled Mina, regarding him from the corners of her eyes, unable to shift her head around to meet him.

‘Shall we proceed with the sensory tests, Doctor Tethys?’ he asked, placing a comforting and congratulatory hand to Mina’s brow, pleased with how quickly she had fallen into character.

‘I think so, Doctor Oceanus.

‘Nurse, pinwheel,’ she demanded, extending a hand to have a silver strut slapped into it by her attending assistant.

‘Pinwheel,’ repeated Oceanus, gaining his own example of the neuro wheel.

The two dominants leaned over her, bathed in the dull light of the chamber, the silver stalks winking in the light as the spur-like wheel atop them lowered towards her, its single track of needle-sharp spines promising a new episode in Mina’s sensual education.

The couple traced the devices over her body, the small implements laying down a track of pricks that failed to pierce the skin, but whose minute touch made her shiver and jerk with response. A delicate pain, Mina revelled in their application, the wheels rolling across her belly, working around her breasts and travelling along her arms, laying down their roads of sensation as they went.

Breathing in swift pants, Mina closed her eyes and gasped with astonishment as they started to work their way up her breasts, circling them, wandering their way up to the summit before they began criss-crossing the sensitive peaks. Having conquered her assets they teased her awhile there, repeating old lines as Mina squeaked with pips of enjoyment.

‘I think we can safely say that everything is in order here, doctor Tethys.’

‘Agreed, shall we proceed to the rest of the subject, Doctor Oceanus?’ she replied with merriment, having fun with their roles.

‘Of course,’ replied her husband, and together they relocated to her splayed limbs, rolling their toys along her calves and thighs, the most intense paths being those that negotiated her inner regions or traversed her rear. Mina jolted and squeezed her muscles against the restraints with the sharp kisses of the tools, her nerves responding vibrantly to their touches.

With no concern for time in this place, her owners merely lethargically continued to pass the wheels over her, carrying them back onto her torso on occasion when the whim took them. For seemingly hours she lay there, strapped down securely, being attended with a loving devotion by the pair as their eyes remained fixed to her spread and bare form, their breath hissed through licentious expressions. They were enjoying the infliction of such sensation just as much as Mina was revelling in it.

‘Proceed with the shearing,’ ordered Tethys, bringing the statuesque nurses back to animation, the women trained to a point where it seemed they were operated solely by voice command, lacking any will of their own. Mina wondered if one day she would end up this way.

The latex cocooned females strode back with clippers and an array of attachments that they presented to Tethys.

‘Which one do you think, beloved?’ she asked, taking one of the plastic heads that would regulate what length of hair was left behind in the wake of the clippers. ‘This one...’

‘Yeah, that looks fine,’ replied Oceanus, running the wheel in little circles, playing idly on the medium of Mina’s skin. ‘I can’t wait to see what she’ll look like.’

‘Proceed,’ stated Tethys, handing the chosen head to the other nurse.

The female snapped it in place and began her work, smoothing her latex fingers through Mina’s black hair and letting the clippers hum and sweep behind. Great tufts fell away as she was shaved considerably shorter. The top was taken down to an inch, while the sides were reduced to half that, leaving a mound of severed locks upon the floor. Mina bore no resentment for the changing of her appearance. She herself had done it many times to foil those who might be seeking her during a mission that went awry. Besides, it felt somehow in keeping with this new slavery to be changed from what she had been when she arrived. A new look would suit her new life and new dedication to serving those of this place. But without her long hair she could not be bleached and sent to the sea as one of their Nymphs. Did they have a different ocean bound uniform for her?

The couple looked at their subject as the nurses brushed away the last few stray particles that clung to her and smiled broadly.

‘Very nice, and practical,’ said Oceanus.

‘Indeed, now let’s move on to the compression tests,’ commented Tethys with wanton enthusiasm, stepping back and handing her pinwheel to a nurse. The woman accepted the implement and handed back a clothespin, save that instead of a simple cheap construction of wood or plastic with a metal spring to operate the jaws, the entire thing had been engineered precisely from burnished steel.

Oceanus was still running his wheel into her inner thighs as the peg lowered towards Mina, seeking her left breast, the nipple raised and hard from the passion of their play. The metal maw opened wide and swallowed up the tender teat before closing, imposing a sudden fierce bite to it, crushing it to have Mina release a choked squall. The device was released and chilled her flesh with its cold structure, a throbbing presence stabbing into her squashed nipple. The pain sent diminishing ripples into her breasts, the waves spreading down as the summit continued to pound, the depth of the ache ever deepening as circulation was hampered and the nerves were battered into submission.

Mina wriggled a little, wincing at the severity as she shuddered and tried half-heartedly to throw the baleful toy from her flesh.

‘Don’t resist your treatment, little Nymph, it’s for your own good; the doctors know what’s best for you,’ comforted Tethys, laying a latex clad hand across Mina’s troubled brow, appeasing her as she accepted another peg and started to aim it at the other nipple.

Mina strained her eyes down, trying to watch, as though observation would give her warning and time to prepare and thus make it less painful when the clamp was set in place. But with her head strapped down she was defeated and left with her only warning being when the cold metal brushed her nipple a mere moment before the hinged mouth chewed upon its target.

Mina gurgled softly and shook, the other breast starting to pulsate with the same penetrating drumbeat of discomfort that was already well cultivated in her other asset.

The pinwheel drew along the very perimeter of her sex, causing her to cavort wildly against her bonds before it fled. Oceanus then followed his wife and took up pegs, running the chill metal tools upon her thigh before taking up a pinch of flesh. The implements closed tight and made the nugget of trapped flesh resonant with effulgent spikes of feeling. Another was set opposite the first, her shudders causing the two pegs to chime upon each other like tiny bells.

More pegs were laid down upon her, the heavy devices grabbing sections of her breasts, each being placed equally around the fleshy mounds as they shivered. Mina tried to sway them and have them avoid the mistreatment, but the blizzard of steel mouths continued to rain down on her, snagging chunk after chunk, bringing her to sobbing fits of woe.

As Tethys assailed her breasts, Oceanus took his own personal delight in bestowing her inner thighs with a steady line of the devices, the row feeding her suffering, each addition making it more acute, bolstering the ache that echoed through her frame.

Words of imploring started to well in the back of her throat. Unwilling to show weakness she bit down on them, holding them back as her instincts howled for her to just give in and beg for clemency. But her mind was a stronger voice, fuelled by stubborn pride and refusing to acquiesce.

Her whole body was defined by the pegs, each point of throbbing duress eclipsing any other sensation. A glaze of tormented sweat started to well across her silken skin, the perspiration starting to form into rivulets that ran down her shivering skin. Her short hair grew damp as she whimpered and moaned, her eyes locked to the ceiling as she was slowly swallowed up by the sensations.

‘A very hardy patient, wouldn’t you say, doctor?’ pondered Oceanus, with humour in his voice.

‘Indeed, but we should really test her vocals as well,’ replied Tethys.

‘She’s almost there; a few more choice placements and she’ll be sobbing for mercy,’ predicted Tethys, upon regarding Mina’s response to the spiteful manipulation.

‘And it will be me who gains it, doctor,’ purred Oceanus.

‘You think your skill eclipses mine, doctor?’ beamed Tethys, adopting a haughty tone as she played her part flawlessly. ‘I’ll have you know I studied erotic torture at Harvard.’

‘A wager then, eh?’ said Oceanus.

‘First one to make her scream and beg for us to stop is the greatest physician in the universe,’ answered Tethys, the exchange like wicked children betting on a sadistic game. ‘Bags first go,’ added the woman with a sudden snap, beating her partner to the place of instigator.

‘Damn,’ growled Oceanus, knowing that the one to go first had the best chance of winning, for the most vulnerable and lethal spot had yet to be exploited.

‘Sucker,’ giggled Tethys, and with spry skip she danced between Mina’s legs, twiddling a clothespin in her fingers.

‘Now where shall I put it? My oh my, where indeed?’ she pondered with bogus intensity.

‘Look, there’s only one place to chose. So do it, and if you win, its only because you cheated.’

‘I think you underestimate the stamina of our patient, doctor,’ she answered, tracing the peg down Mina’s abdomen, letting the metal drop into her navel and then slither out, sliding along on the sheen of sweat soaking her agonised form.

‘She’s a far tougher specimen than you give her credit for,’ she whispered with admiration.

The peg nestled between her legs, brushing her clitoris with evil intent. Mina stiffened with startled shock, fearful of what was about to happen. The gentle brush of the cool point to her belly started to arouse her sex, a fact she regretted bitterly. Focusing her mind she tried to control herself, to stop such a reaction, for it would just make her an easier target. But under the expert caress of the woman she stood no hope of defying her intentions.

The peg closed gently to her erect clitoris and was released. Mina gave a throe as her response, choking her squeals as she pursed her lips tightly shut and ground her teeth, her eyes screwed shut, tears of strain seeping from them to roll down and vanish into her sodden hair.

‘Told you,’ commented Tethys, upon seeing Mina hold back her words and howls.

‘Told you,’ Oceanus mockingly imitated, and slipped passed to snap one to her sex, the teeth of the device grabbing her lips and pinching them shut.

Mina’s mind was aflame, her body quaking as she was forced deeper into a storm of excruciating travail. She wanted more than anything to shriek aloud, to release the pressure of the pain welling within, but to do so was to admit defeat. The couple had pitted their diabolic skills against her fortitude and such a war pulled strings in Mina that had her striving with all her heart to beat them, to not lose, to show her superiority despite her submissive status.

Tethys added another peg below that one, increasing the stress upon her sex as it was sealed up by ruthless snaps of the pegs. She could feel others being added, each one distinct and terrible as they used every available centimetre of space to steal more pinches.

Finally, with her womb locked shut, they had to turn to other regions to try and break her. Mina was finding it harder and harder to resist, the barrage of pegs starting to ache more and more as time passed, the initial spire they installed giving way to a more subtle and defined beat that grew louder with each passing moment. The cumulative effect was eroding her resistance at a swift pace. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, but she wanted to persevere, to withstand as much as she could, to test her tolerances and finally be broken once assured she had gone as far as she could. But she could feel her barricades crumbling, and finally found herself unable to take any more. A croaking moan escaped her lips, and then with another peg a whistling exhale poured from her lips. Another came and she whimpered an inhale, sobbing softly as another came, snapping her tolerance like overextended elastic.

Mina shrieked, letting her howl pour through the room, her mind releasing its answer to the pent up torture, her eyes regarding them as they stepped back and studied the final product of their devious tortures. Despite her agony, Mina felt no contempt for them, she felt as though she were undergoing some sort of rite of initiation for them, and even through the pain she felt pride in her position.

‘So I’m the winner,’ stated Oceanus smugly, looking at her shivering body, her eyes wandering randomly.

‘I’ve never seen a girl handle so much,’ said Tethys with admiration, changing the subject from that of her defeat by her husband. ‘She’s quite a find, eh beloved?’ she added, letting her hand flop out and accept his.

The two of them stood together, hand in hand, watching their prisoner sobbing for her release or at least a reprieve from the terrible pegs adorning every inch of her helpless body.

‘Indeed,’ he answered absently, putting an arm round and kissing his partner.

The sight of them locked in each other’s embrace made Mina burn with envy. She wanted to feel such pleasure, to be held and comforted, loved and adored in such ways.

‘Shall we release her?’ asked Oceanus, his wife’s hand upon his rampant length.

‘No, not just yet.’

The loss of the peg at Mina’s clitoris was by far the emperor of all her pain, making her awareness of reality devolve into a whirlwind of colour and suffering for long minutes as she recovered from its flight. The others that followed in its wake were minor compared to it.

She heard some vague commands being issued, although unable to make out what was being said, her ears ringing from her own cries and her head a dizzy storm. She felt the rounded head of a dildo kiss her opening, lubricated with a subtle gel. Sponsored by this ooze, the length opened her and pushed in, filling her entirely.

But then, a moment after the wonderful sensation of intrusion washed away a good portion of her clamped woe, there came a secondary effect. Realising now that the viscous substance that had so easily allowed entry had in fact been embrocating cream, Mina once more lurched against the plexus of straps responsible for subduing her. With eyes bulging from shock she clenched her tracts against the trespasser, trying to expel it, to get the accursed thing free, but all she could do was ensure she spread more of the venomous gel about her most susceptible regions.

Every nerve was howling its bitterness at being treated with the substance, the intensity so severe that she would have believed her loins were melting had she not a faith in the underlying benevolence of her owners. They cared for her, they did what they did out of a twisted sense of love.

The effects started to slowly dwindle, receding at a pace that Mina found torturously lethargic, but finally she started to settle, finding the level of distress wrought by the pegs a comforting burden compared to that which the cream had created.

Whoever it was that wielded the dildo continued to rub it back and forth, thrusting it phlegmatically into her from root to tip and back again. Mina had no idea whether the manipulation of the toy had been occurring since its initial entry, for the resulting tempest of sorrow had drowned out all other awareness of what was being visited onto her defenceless form. She would have loved to see herself after this event, to watch a recording of her trial at the hands of these two implacable sadists. She would love to hear her screams and babbled words, to study her responses in the cold aftermath of the event, to see all she had missed or not noticed because of the unbearable and wonderful sensations thrown through her physique. The pair had pushed her beyond her tolerances, shown her that she could be broken to their will, and as she felt the plastic shaft burrowing into her, riding against her clit and making her sniffle with pleasure, she could see the wisdom in it. She felt owned, her defiance diminished a little more, the couple having proved who were the rulers here, and who was the humble subject.

The rod was drawn free before she was brought to orgasm, and set aside. Mina whimpered softly, hoping they would continue, but they declined to give her release until they had finished with her tuition in the fine subtleties of pain. Whatever lesson they intended next, she was eager to receive it. Her eyes were fluttering, her senses reeling as her body tried to cope with what had been done to it and restore some semblance of normality.

Breathing in a mixture of steady rasps and panting wheezes, Mina felt someone touch her rear. She was too weak to do anything save shiver slightly on her demanding bed. A meagre groan slipped her lips as she felt fingers intrude, a latex sheathed hand applying some sort of lubricant to her rear. For a horrible moment she thought they were subjecting her anus to the terror of the embrocating cream, but no attack swept through her sphincter, only the soft pleasure of fingers probing her, sweeping the gel inside and out.

In the wake of the fingers she felt a sphere touch the prepared opening, and instead of the dildo, she felt pressure start to open her wider and wider. Little storms of discomfort started to rise, and ascend, quickly becoming painful as a large object demanded entry with ever increasing force. It was occasionally released so that her anus might force it back, close, and gain a moment’s respite to catch its breath before the orb continued its attack. Again and again the ball pushed at her, seeking entrance, stretching her, making her more amiable to its demands.

The hemisphere reached her rear and her tracts gulped the whole thing greedily in. Arching up, she gasped at the sudden sensation, so strange and yet so alluring. She could feel the ball slithering into her, and in addition there was a subtler clue - that of a string attached to it.

A moment later a second ball leant against her anus, and relaxing as best she could, Mina gasped as it was fed into her, nudging up against the one already loitering inside. Another was introduced, and another, all linked together on a single string and stretching into her passage.

‘Now you be a good patient and don’t spit any of those out, or maybe we won’t reward you,’ warned Oceanus, slapping her hovering rump.

‘And that would be a pity, because you certainly deserve your reward,’ offered Tethys, stepping beside Mina’s head, her latex clad form towering over her, a bleak angel that stared down with a smile and dark eyes of penetrating jet. ‘You’ve been a very good patient, and it’d be a shame for you to miss out on it.’

‘R-r-reward?’ panted Mina, her lips dry, her throat hoarse.

‘Yes, little one,’ she said, and indicated her husband. ‘It’s time for you to amuse us with other responses now.’

A thrumming mechanised growl broke into life, akin to the signal of a vibrator, but slightly different. Straining her head against the forehead strap she tried to see what he was going to do, but could not see until he lifted it up towards her breasts, holding it high so she could.

The magic wand was a white handle, a power cable spilling from its base with a switch that elected steady or rapid oscillations or an off position. A stout black strut bore the rounded drum that was now a blur of frantic movement, thrashing with wild vibrations.

The head brushed her nipple and made her gasp at the physical joy of its touch. The light connection sent wild shudders into her flesh, stimulating the sensitive nerves, making them sing with rapture. The device kissed the other teat and started to wind a path down her abdomen, heading for her loins.

‘Oh god, oh yes,’ she muttered, her expectation rising as she felt the instrument wandering lower and lower. When it laid tentatively against her clitoris she almost screamed with response. It was wonderful, especially after the heady dark delights of her torment, her sex answering the wand with even more enthusiasm. Shaking, she closed her eyes and savoured the event as Oceanus moved it in slothful circles, cultivating even more bliss for their property.

‘Does my slave enjoy that?’ Tethys purred, stroking Mina’s moist hair.

‘Oh yes, Lady, thank you, thank you so much,’ she blurted without even considering her words.

‘Would my slave like to service her owner?’ she quizzed.

Mina’s eyes flashed open and she found Tethys glaring down at her, rubbing her own loins, the latex creaking softly as she glared expectantly down at Mina.

‘Oh y-yes... let me service you,’ she stammered, eager to have the luscious female straddle her face so Mina could taste of her, pleasure her even more, have a latex clad form ride her features, use her as the pleasure chattel she was.

‘You had best do a good job, or we’ll have to punish you,’ she warned.

‘I’ll do well, Lady, I promise,’ testified Mina with heartfelt conviction.

‘You had better; our standards are high, and we do not tolerate false proclamations of skill,’ added the woman, giving Mina one last chance to retract her profession that she was an adept at the arts of cunnilingus.

‘I won’t fail you, Lady, I’ll do my best,’ Mina confirmed. Even if she had never done this before she would have willingly agreed to do it. Whatever the punishment was, no matter how distressing, she would have accepted it to have this gorgeous and domineering female ride her face and extract her pleasures as she wished.

‘Good girl,’ muttered Tethys, and reached to her loins where a covert black zip was lowered. The darkness of the room and the shadows cast by the white coat had helped hide the black metal fastener from Mina’s eyes, and as its steel teeth chattered and let the slit part, Mina licked her lips with ebullience.

Tethys peeled off the coat and tossed it aside, readying herself for unhindered use of her possession. The image of the woman burned itself into Mina’s memory as she swung a leg over the headrest, her latex clad rear hovering just out of Mina’s reach, the dark polished sheet stretched tight across her pert rear, her firm thighs filling the corners of Mina’s sight. The image started to slowly lower, Mina’s eyes wide, soaking up the vision as she was rocked by pleasure from the wand.

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.