Hitched to the back of the carriage, Mina was drawn to the stables, walking behind the conveyance, stripped of her wings.
As grooms handled the vehicle and its human beasts, Mina was shown back to her training and living module. The engineers vanished to check over the wings, to see if any damage had been caused by the flight and to replenish their batteries.
Poseidon took her to the wall and drew her onto the treadmill once more, signifying that she was to begin yet more training. Sighing with despair, she readied for the humdrum run that would no doubt restore her to the usual rota of exhaustion and sexual starvation until the time of the party.
But instead she felt movement at her rear as Poseidon began to remove the dildos. Unfastening the clips he hauled them free, making Mina shudder, now addicted to their presence and resentful of their flight.
‘My sweet Pegasus, I never imagined you would be so magnificent,’ he purred, running his hands over her buttocks, his touch seeping through the rubber layer that cocooned her. Cupping the rounded flesh he squeezed and fondled, stoking his prurient lust with the sight of Mina, bound and degraded before him, turned into a beast that he owned and adored.
Mina stiffened and croaked with joy as she felt his penis rub against her sex, slipping through the opening in the carapace and sliding through the slit in her sealed suit. Opened to the outside world for the first time in an unknown duration, she shivered as she felt him replacing the jelly phallus with a far more pleasing variety. The sensation of having him slide into her was almost overwhelming, accepting him with jubilation, letting him glide deep as she quivered and mewled softly.
His hands tightened against her constrained hips, using them as handholds by which he allowed himself to drive into her, working slowly so as to enjoy every moment of this ravishment of his creation. Mina jerked with a flare of climax, the pleasure continuing before another struck, the feel of a real length working her insides making them answer with intense responses.
‘That’s it, slave, enjoy the feeling while you can, you’ll be plugged until after the show once I’ve finished with you,’ he groaned softly, easing back and forth. Mina’s mouth chewed violently against the gag as she sought to endure the ongoing eruptions of ecstasy, her sanity bubbling against a trial as fierce as the most pernicious flogging. ‘How does it feel to be dragged from your humanity and made a beast to my will?’ he mused as he continued to ride against Mina’s tensed legs. ‘I wonder how long you can keep your thoughts before they start to fade, lost to your bestial caste. Isn’t that a pleasing concept, slave? To lose yourself totally, to actually be erased as Mina and simply become a Pegasus?’
The words were like pillow talk to her, erotic statements that fuelled her licentiousness. To some such words would be a torture to the ears and mind, slashing at them like razors of condemnation to be reviled and despised. But to Mina they were a gateway to heaven, a promise she yearned to embrace. Mina ached to be ruled by the crop and by bondage, led by reins, without a care in the world save when she would be permitted respite from her frustration. Even then it would be an all too fleeting relief, negated as the intense pleasure she exacted from her lot re-forged the bane of denial for her.
Poseidon drew free of her and sheathed himself in her rear, a hand digging through the aperture at her pudenda, opening the slit of latex and tickling her clitoris. Occasional pinches made her squeak and wiggle from the distress, but the delight of his length as it glided into her anus, riding against a sphincter that tightened to it to increase the sensations was an admirable reward.
Groaning lasciviously, Mina swayed her head from side to side, the last of her punishment devices sending grinding spikes of duress into her swollen nipples. Afflicting herself to augment her pleasure, she felt Poseidon withdraw from his brief diversion and once more return to her hot and ravenous sex, riding back into the moist depths as his hands worked her rear. Occasionally he slithered a thumb or two into her anus, opening the orifice as he continued to help himself to his slave’s body, stretching it to fill the muscular ring with hot rhapsody.
‘Are you ready to be filled up, slave?’ he said on a panted purl, his rhythm starting to increase slightly as the seduction of orgasm sped his efforts. Mina bobbed her head as best she could against the damning collar, tears spilling from her eyes and seeping under the hood as she wept with strain. When she felt his length spill warm liquid into her belly, Mina jerked with response, the feeling of him feeding her one that almost brought her to a faint. The Noble continued with a few more random thrusts, growling softly to himself as he continued to shunt himself into her, ensuring every nugget of bliss was taken before he chose to withdraw.
Mina had trouble remaining upright as she closed her eyes, mulling over the ghost sensations and the presence of his seed within her belly.
‘You, restore her,’ he ordered, clicking his fingers in directions to bring the observing grooms to life. ‘And you, attend me.’
Mina jolted against her uniform as the plugs were threaded back into her and locked into position, restoring her detachment from the real world, if this place of debauchery and perversity could ever bear such a title.
The other groom dropped to her knees and swallowed Poseidon’s rampant shaft, cleaning him with her tongue and her lips.
With the dildos back in place, Mina was once again prepared for slumber, ready to rest and begin a new day of training.
For several more days she received her concentrated regime of training, her fitness at a new peak, her ability to exist within the Pegasus uniform one that was now second nature. She could scarcely recall what it was like to be a biped, the memories hazy, the continuing imposition of the uniform seeming to erase the past, leave her surrendered to the moment and the expectations of what was to come.
It became harder and harder to think clearly. The lack of speech was leaving her on a steady descent into a more devolved state. She could conjure old memories of pleasure, her ever-present urges being fuelled with teasing reminders of what she had undergone in the past. But it was becoming more difficult to add speech and verbal exchange to them, her mind being gradually washed clean of language. Unless indulged, it seemed that her imprisonment would rob her of conversation, further dragging her down, removing another portion of her humanity as she was turned from woman into pony.
The distinct process did not frighten her, rather, Mina welcomed it, untroubled by the erasure and almost eager to see how much farther she would descend, wondering how much of a trained and obedient animal they could make her. The ordeal impressed on her how Poseidon bore similarity to his divine namesake, for was he not crafting a Pegasus? He had taken the raw materials of a woman, and was expertly and with ruthless efficiency remaking her in the image and demeanour he wished, reconfiguring psyche and physique to his specifications.
Without any real contrast or change time followed her own private devolution, becoming nothing more than the periods of exercise, the moments of preparing for slumber, and the frustrated torture as she tried to ignore her thirst for sensual pleasure and find recourse in the dreams that only fuelled it.
Slowly though, the day of her grand unveiling drew closer until finally her daily rota of arousing tedium broke from its pre-set and eternal cycle.
Mina’s hooves echoed though the tunnel as they clopped onto the stone floor. The passage was roughly hewn, carved carelessly though the island towards the mountain. The jagged subterranean artery wound onwards, leading her through the bowels of the island, a line of insulated wire swinging between distant wall lamps, filling the hall with shadow and tentative light.
The two grooms led her, the women marching steadily along, holding her reins together, her wings folded at her sides, ready to be thrown open and permit flight. Poseidon was with his guests, the party well underway and having been so for most of the day.
A lift that was little more than a metal cage supported by an automated winch appeared before them, the bare elevator accepting her body as the grooms led her in and slammed the gate shut behind them. With a whirring grumble the lift jerked and began a rough ascent, occasionally scraping against the walls as they rose through the closefitting vent.
The lift issued a deep clunk as it reached its peak and the gate was thrown back with a squeal to allow her grooms to back her out and off the steel grate floor. Reversing her in the more spacious dimensions of the tunnel, Mina turned around to find herself facing a short passage, the end of which was a set of plain steel doors mounted and held forward by articulated metal arms.
Brought before it, one of the grooms slapped a button on the wall to have the corridor resound with deep rumbles of hydraulic strain and the doors slowly peeled back, swinging inward to pain Mina’s eyes with the glare of the late evening sun.
The sight of the ocean below them, spreading out across the world, pockmarked with islands as the waters slammed against the rock took her breath away. The sun was in the final stages of its defeat, slinking towards the horizon and hurling its dwindling rays out across the waters, seemingly in a bid to hold on for just a little while longer. During her resumed training, her mind had glazed over the sights of her initial flight. She had assumed she’d exaggerated them, that nothing could have been as wondrous as what she remembered. Now she realised that her recall was actually insufficient to recapture the splendour of the firsthand view offered by this vantage point.
‘You may go now, Pegasus,’ said one of the grooms, Mina barely aware of them as she stared awestruck at the sight before her. ‘Poseidon commanded us to pass on a reminder - you are to take your post and await the call to descend. Ensure that you make yourself known to the guests.’
Suddenly realising that she had just been given permission to fly, she galloped forward and hurled herself out with a mighty kick of her rear legs. The air embraced her, her hooves leaving the safety of solid ground. With a squeal of unbridled joy the wind rushed around her, streaking upon her plummeting form.
A collected thought had the wings flash open and she turned from her dive into a swooping ascent. Streaking up past the closing doors of the secret mountain post, she banked and veered backwards, performing a few loops as she locked her hooves to her chest to lower drag.
Beating the white gleaming wings against the air, she forced herself upward until she was reaching the very peak of the mountain. With a final lunge she set loose her hooves and had them stamp onto the rounded pinnacle. Furling her wings she lowered into a small crouch, curled up on top of a mountain, watching the world from this unrivalled spire.
The island far below was bristling with activity. A number of boats were anchored out to sea, each member of the small fleet identical to the vessel that had orchestrated her deliverance from the depths. Poseidon had gathered his guests, and now they were abroad on the grass about the main building. The field was alive with sites where engines of restraint offered elaborate bondage displays and carnal sideshows to amuse the epicurean nobles of Cabal.
Mina watched them milling around far below, the high altitude winds running their hands over her smoothed hide, trying to dislodge her but lacking the brawn to accomplish the task. Smiling against her gag, she clung to her perch and like an eagle watching its quarry, continued to sit on her bland nest and observe the goings-on.
Three soft beeps entered her ears, the remote signal commanding her to begin her descent and unveil herself to the crowds. All her limbs kicked out as one and curled back to her torso, clamping into place as she cast out her white wings to capture the air. The wind rushed over her snout, pulling at it, dragging at the tiny disruptions to aerodynamics across her form.
On a smooth gliding arc she streaked down the mountain, flowing outwards towards the open area of the grounds. Dozens of startled expressions flashed beneath her eyes as the carpet of Nobles sped beneath her, her new body skimming just over their heads before rising at the other side of the field.
Releasing her legs she banked and hovered, her articulated wings pounded the air, making her bob but remain largely stationary above the treetops, and her hidden eyes turned to regard the entire ensemble.
The sea of latex and leather, vinyl, lace, fishnet and steel was locked to her visage. Every maid was stalled in her work by staring at Mina. Some glasses and plates fell to the grass as limbs went limp from astonishment, and suddenly applause was pouring through the air as spontaneous respect was paid to Mina and her creator.
She hovered for a moment, her heart leaping with joy as the entire throng became livid with rapture, their eyes not even blinking lest they miss a split second of the show.
Tilting her wings she recaptured her legs and swooped back across the crowd, launching up into the sky, firing herself into a rigid ascent, gathering height and leaving the people far below. Every portion of her body was tingling with excitement, in feeling so adored, so brazenly acknowledged. She had done what no other had come close to doing - mastered the transition from woman, to slave, to pony, to Pegasus. She had exceeded all others; she had finally achieved the perfection that had eluded her in her previous life.
Throwing herself up, she performed a reversed loop that turned into a dive before rolling effortlessly into a figure of eight manoeuvre. The feel of her wings was wonderful as they obeyed her commands, her body defying gravity, mocking it with her stolen ability to achieve flight. Spiralling around the clearing she cruised gently on the soft thermals, winding slowly down, descending as a tease, making the people wait for her, their eyes aching to see her in more detail. But now she was the one in control. She could make them hang on her arrival, their mouths watering with lecherous hunger pangs.
As her hooves brushed the leaves of the treetops she veered drastically away, shooting across the foliage before arching upwards. Spilling around, she began a swift run back towards the clearing, dipping towards it. Formed into a dart of white she flung herself into their midst, speeding over their heads and then jerking her wings up, braking sternly at the middle of the area, instantaneously countering her momentum. Eyes flashed onward, lured into following her speeding path, tricked by her aerial agility. Her mid-air stop left her hanging for a second and then she dropped to the ground, her wings folding in immediately, her legs dropping down to stamp into the soil.
Standing tense and panting before Poseidon, she stepped forward and nuzzled into his side, the Noble rubbing her head as she listened to the awed applause spilling from all directions, the crowd wild from the show.
Poseidon took the praise with humble gratitude, nodding his head calmly as they continued for a few minutes and pressed closer, everyone eager to see up close the creature that had astounded them so.
Taking a bridle from a maid, he threaded the straps onto her artificial face and tightened it into place. The blinkers were snapped down, obscuring her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything as she heard his voice address her softly.
‘You did very well, Pegasus,’ he soothed, as he closed a fist to the base of the reins, making his hold distinct, easing her anxiety and welling sense of bizarre claustrophobia. ‘Now keep calm, people will want to touch you. I’ll look after you, I’ll hold your reins throughout.’
Here she was, sealed skin-tight within a pony outfit, her body encased in figure-squeezing rubber, every function under complete control, and yet it was the thought of dense crowds pressing in on her that spiked her sense of unease. Bondage she could handle, smothered in an orgy of flesh during obliquity was a pleasure, but somehow the thought of large numbers of people, pressing in on her from all directions, leaving her no way out, made her heart start to race and a chilled sweat form on her skin. She was on the verge of losing control, of breaking into a panic, kicking and swatting at them until she could throw open her wings and take back to the air. The only thing that stopped her and soothed her distress was Poseidon’s calming hold on her reins. He would not let anything bad happen to her, he was looking after her personally and would allow no guest to take liberties with his prized pet. Her respiration started to ease, and she closed her eyes against the darkness and surrendered her body to the inquisitive hands that descended in droves.
Fingers stroked her body, caressed and squeezed, traced her rubber skin, marvelling at the woman trapped within the astounding uniform. Mina told herself that they were adoring her, that she should feel the same amount of relish in being worshipped by those who ordinarily would use her as a slave in any way they wished. These people never really noticed their servile caste, they used them as though they were furnishings. The women that eagerly scampered forward to do whatever their owners wished were objects, with only a few rare exceptions standing out to receive actual acknowledgement and special attention. Now Mina had captivated their interest, and all were zealous to feel and explore the creation that had dazzled the assembled force of dominants and sadists.
Questions flowed freely with the praise, offers were made, but Poseidon never accepted, keeping to his deal with her real owners, and eventually the groping dwindled, the crowds parting as Poseidon whispered into her ear once more, his hands freeing the bridle.
‘Good girl, now fly for us again, and return when I call for you,’ he ordered, the straps to her equine countenance vanishing, the blinkers coming away to open her view once more. The paltry light was a little dazzling to her eyes, the flaming torches that had been stationed throughout the clearing creating a flickering amber halo that served to force back the night.
As Poseidon retreated she flung open her wings, gathering her mental dexterity and applying a singular consciousness to the task of take off. She had yet to try vertical ascent straight from the ground and wasn’t sure if it was even possible. But casting away the doubts lest they interfere with her attempt, Mina lowered into a tight crouch and fired her limbs like pistons. Closing her eyes tightly, her mind roared for maximum effort, the wings obeying every command with broad sweeps. With relentless effort she started to gain height, lifting herself in jolts until she was high enough to exploit her capacity as a glider.
Dropping forward she swooped down and then curled back up, sweeping into the sky, using her wings to give added velocity. Arcing up into the night, her form was vaguely brushed by the lights of the party, the orange and yellow hue staining her pure white form until she escaped it.
Whirling and weaving through the heavens, Mina’s form was now completely revealed by the light of stars and the exposed spherical face of the full moon, which rendered her an incandescent silver form dancing through the sky as though she owned it.
Three soft pips of sound entered her ears, calling for her return to earth. At first she thought she was low on fuel, but the trio testified that she was merely being commanded to return. Mina ignored it; her addiction to flight would not tolerate a premature end, she wanted to fly until she was on the verge of plummeting from the skies. In some ways that was the end she would have sought, a martyr’s dive from the heavens, to perish as an extravagant spectacle rather than ever lay a hoof on the earth again. It was a fanciful notion and little more than that, but one that helped convince her to disobey and remain aloft.
Her plugs started to come to life as they obeyed the remote order of her owner, Poseidon seeking to bring her down with them. But she was well out of range, and as she climbed even higher than before the momentary spark of infant influence from them vanished. Mina wailed with glee at having found freedom in the sky; she was beyond influence now, no one could touch her. The entire sky was her playground, a sanctuary where the influence of those who sought to control her was removed, sloughed off with each flap of her wings.
It took her a few moments to notice the rhythmic stammer of her earplugs as they betrayed dwindling power reserves. Cursing her reliance on technology, Mina began a solemn descent, aware that she had only a few more minutes of energy left. If she got the chance she would recommend that the wings be fitted with automatic locks for the main struts to conserve energy when she was gliding. Implementing these anchors would allow the wings to remain out and not use any energy to have the fibre bundles hold them in position. As a glider she could live in the sky, exploiting thermals and winds to stay aloft. She could perch on the mountain when she needed sleep, and if she could have them add a few solar cells to her body, she could even replenish her power during the day.
But there was always the looming and undeniable necessity of sustenance. With her gagged mouth she was reliant on others to keep her alive. She had the means to spend the rest of her life in the sky, but unless she could find a way to become self-sufficient for food, she would be doomed to dependence on others for survival. Perhaps she could convince Poseidon to place a food dispenser of some kind atop the mountain, to reconfigure her suit to give her more freedom, make her a permanent creature of flight that would haunt the skies of his island for the rest of her days.
All previous allegiance was gone, she had never before experienced anything that came close to this love of flight. Her time in the seas had helped craft it by laying a foundation in the sense of gliding, of being untroubled by gravity and land. But in the depths there was a sense of oppression, of the sea pinning her down, crushing her and smothering her. Only in the air was she undeniably free.
She could not return to land now; she had tasted untainted bliss. How could she be expected to endure captivity upon solid ground after such giddy thrills as a Pegasus? She was the first, the one who had made it possible. She wanted to stay in this caste, have others created to fly with her, to be the head of an airborne herd of Pegasi.
The clearing before the mansion beckoned, an area in the crowd already open to accept her, their parted ranks like a makeshift runway. With wings wide she swooped in, her legs dropping free and delivering her into a sudden run. Slowing down, her gallop swiftly dropped into a trot and then a walk, her wings folding into her sides with an absent command, the skills of flight now second nature.
Looking around, she suddenly felt panic as she noticed that the guests carried a variety of implements of corporal punishment. She looked to the end of her runway and saw Poseidon beside a set of stocks. Far from ordinary, the wooden pillory had two sets of slats at the base to snare her hooves, with an upright sculpted panel to grab and hold her head in place, consciously leaving her helpless rear exposed to the assault of the guests.
Filled with rebellion Mina turned and cast open her wings, breaking into a gallop as the wind gathered beneath the bared membranes. Her hooves left the grass, there was a shimmer of movement before her eyes and she felt something drop about her neck. The lasso of rope snapped taut as its wielder dug their feet in, the hoop snapping against her collar, the dense material preventing strangulation but proving a most effective anchor. Wailing in horror as she was captured, Mina beat her wings with as much force as she could, the draining power making them more difficult to operate. She screamed to get free, the process of being apprehended after her flight a traumatic and intense one.
She was succeeding in dragging those holding to the rope when another landed, slipping down over her head as others bounced against her sides and legs, seeking to snare her but being shed before they could tighten. Another lasso did lock to her left foreleg, adding to the variety of bonds helping defeat her, bringing her forcibly back to the soil.
Mina collapsed onto the ground, driving the wind from her lungs. Before she could fight back hands were upon her once more, pinning her down, and she could do nothing as she was quickly laced into a web of rope. Sobbing, she was lifted up and drawn towards the stocks, the wooden jaws opening to accept her as she struggled, defeated by the humans, for she herself was no longer a member of such a breed. She had become a Pegasus, and it riled her that they had defeated her. She was surely doomed now. They would hold her, whip her, make her pay for her defiance until she was once more tamed and their slave, the light of her revolt extinguished.
With damning snaps the timbers were closed, the stern hands of the guests steering her into the grooves and trapping her extremities. Despite fighting as best she could, her head was placed in the main slot and captured, leaving her pulling at the stalwart restraints.
Hands brushed the roots of her wings and she wailed in abject dismay as she felt them being removed. Throwing herself against the pillory with berserker fury she sought escape, the feel of being clipped and turned back into an ordinary creature of the land bloating her mind with the purest rancour and utter resentment. Nothing that had ever been done to her before had ever been this cruel.
Her fight started to subside until she was hanging lose against the stocks, lost in a morose torpor of defeat. They could do what they wanted with her now, she didn’t care. They had taken away her wings, anything else would be a minor infliction compared to this most grievous of mutilations to her. The wings may have been mechanical appendages, but they were more a part of her than any other portion of anatomy. For all the effects they had on her, they might as well have taken her heart, for she could have survived more easily without that than her wings, and the loss of her Pegasus status had effectively performed that mortal dissection anyway, leaving her hollow inside.
The first blow sank into her rear, the cane sending a jolt of fulgent terror through the costume, sinking its burning weal into her flesh, making her gurgle and squeal, spasming wildly against the pillory. A different weapon struck her, and then another, the guests taking turns to apply a stroke or two of reparation for her refusal to return when ordered. It was now a ceremonial event, a party to tame the Pegasus, giving it a strange sense of closure.
Her bottom and thighs were alive with pain, each new lash feeding the swell of agony they were applying to her. But despite the unimaginable duress of the ordeal, it soothed Mina to be punished so, to make her feel more like martyr, a captured wretch struggling against the will of her captors, misused and maltreated by her hated oppressors. Her mind was rocking to and fro on the hurricane of pain, her sight wavering, the endorphins pumping through her veins gathering the residue of her excitement from her flight and driving her to higher plateaus where the pain started to merge with pleasure. Despite her misery she was lost in a trance of euphoria, an almost spiritual event as she was thrown beyond all tolerances, her mind feeling as though it were drifting from her body, seeping away in a bid to escape, or set lose by the intensity of the harrowing trial. Grizzling in apathy between the moments where her soul-torn screams battled the ability of the gag, she looked through her tears to see Charybdis standing before her.
The owner of the underwater domain that had started her on this road of voluptuous craving stood defiant and proud, refusing to join in the circus of punishment. Instead he stood still, arms folded across his chest as he watched Mina’s hidden eyes, staring directly into the mirrored eyepieces as though he could somehow pierce them. At his side was the rubber-clad zombie that seemed to always be with him, never leaving his side, lost in her rubber doom, bound and contorted, utterly commanded by her skin-tight prison.
The man did not move, merely continued to study her as she was hauled through the full consequences of her act of disobedience. Unable to break free of his stare, Mina was entranced by him, her own eyes locked to his, captured as effectively as her body. The scourging of her rear and thighs continued on and on, the escalating level of mayhem she was being submerged in welling around her, drowning her senses in a banquet of algolagnic horror. Unable to detect anything save her dismay and Charybdis’s eternal scrutiny, Mina started to lose her hold on consciousness, the highs and lows of the day and the severity with which the group were hounding her delivering her into a faint. Darkness encroached suddenly. Without warning the world suddenly started turning as though being spun left and right, making her think briefly that she was flying again until she vanished into oblivion, her overloaded senses shutting down, unable to brook any more input.
Mina was catapulted from her torpor with a sudden jerk, flinging herself against the stocks only to find they were gone. Her hazy vision condensed into more definable confines, restoring her vision as her mind tore off the haze that muffled it.
Her rear still ached terribly, the whipping she had received leaving it pulsating with an unbearable life of its own. She had no idea how long she had been out, but it had been long enough for some drastic changes to be perpetrated on her appearance.
Her arms were locked behind her in a single triangular sleeve of latex, the dense fabric hugging them together. Her hands were sealed within the tight bag that served as the culmination of the restrictive garment, and two dense straps flung over her shoulders to hold it in place. Another ran across her collarbone to connect the two hoops and prevent any hope of shedding the distressing sleeve.
The metal hoop at her fingertips had been snared by a slender line of chain, the silver links running up to the ceiling, lifting her arms, forcibly bending her over a metal bar. The steel trapeze was supported by chain, the dense strut digging into her stomach as she was folded over it, her legs splayed wide, a set of latex fetters holding her ankles and spitting forth chain to distant rings in the floor. The bonds kept her legs split and stopped her from falling over the trapeze while serving her lewdly to whatever other forms of punishment were destined for her. Held against it, unable to move or escape, she surveyed her surroundings with a cool detachment, the saturnine temperament conjured in the aftermath of terrible loss and anguish.
Her mouth was free, her lips untroubled by any form of intruder for the first time in as long as she could remember. It felt strange to be free of her pony uniform, it had been a companion for so long that she felt almost dependent on its impositions on her, her body relying on them after such long and arduous friendship.
The room obviously pandered to what she had correctly assumed was to be more education as to the folly of disobedience. The black tiled walls were adorned with numerous hooks, each holding a vast variety of weapons, while shelves held toys and other implements of darker intent. A few trunks ran the base of the walls, leaving gaps on either side of her where an alcove reached back to access a featureless door. Immediately before Mina was a single metal door that was set in the wall, the material obviously far more dense than the others, revealing that this was probably the entrance.
In the corner behind her was a room within the room, the tiny box chamber a confining cell of steel with a restricted door. The portal had a slim hatch at the base to introduce food and another hatch higher up to allow a view on the prisoner within. Was this to be her new home, a cell to be confined in when not being tormented for her crimes?
A strong light above poured a stark white beam down, spotlighting her, leaving her in a dazzling column of light while the rest of the room accepted only the most minor illumination.
Mina lowered her head, letting it hang limp as she wept freely, lamenting the loss of her wings and her pony status. Tears rolled down her cheek and fell to the floor, splashing on the tiles as she mourned softly to herself.
For seemingly hours she hung on the trapeze, the discomfort growing steadily. She occasionally tried to find an easier position, but that only served to heighten the distress, quickly making her resume the normal docile pose that the bondage had so meticulously enforced upon her.
There was a click and a hiss of strain as the door peeled back into the wall, revealing that it was a dense vault-like slab operated by heavy hydraulics. From the darkness beyond came movement and two people emerged into the hesitant light outside of the main beam that exposed Mina. The first was Poseidon, the man dressed in leather trousers, with tall boots and a loose waistcoat of the same polished hide. His look was grave.
Behind him was a young woman, her youthfulness making her appear almost as a mere girl. She had a playful innocent expression, her painted ruby smirk matching deep hazel eyes that sparkled in the glow, rimmed with subtle shades to highlight them. But there was nothing young or spry in the darkness behind them, in the malevolence that skulked behind her eyes, making her exude a cultivated and barely suppressed malice.
A cascade of shimmering tan hair fell about her shoulders, the strands highlighted in places to bring them to an almost golden shade, the parted veil revealing her peaked eyebrows. Her body was slender, her chest and arms completely bare. Her breasts were round and attentive, lifting her nipples upon buoyant flesh. Her subtle curves were smothered from the hips down by latex trousers, the polished skin fastened with laces at the back, leaving the front smooth and unblemished. She walked barefoot, her toes and fingers long and filed to points before being painted the same sanguinary hue as her lips.
The door whirred shut behind them, and as the woman stood still and to attention before it, Poseidon walked towards Mina.
‘That was very foolish of you, slave,’ he stated firmly. ‘Disobedience will not be tolerated here.’
‘Please, master, let me go back, I’ll be good, I swear, I just got carried away,’ she wept, desperate to feel the close embrace of the uniform, to have her wings again.
‘It’s too late for that, slave,’ he replied callously.
‘Master, please, don’t do this to me, I beg you,’ she whimpered, her voice burbling the heartfelt words. ‘I can’t take it. I can’t lose my wings. I’ll do anything for you, I’ll undergo any torture, just let me return afterwards. I don’t want to live without them.’
‘What you want is of no consequence to me, slave,’ he commented, walking back and forth before her, gesturing absently with his hand, his eyes raised as he pronounced sentence over her. ‘You transgressed and you will be punished as an example to all the other slaves I shall transform into Pegasi.
‘You, however, will not be amongst them again... ever!’ he snapped, turning to Mina to see her reaction, his spiteful malice suddenly snapping her from despair, turning it instantly into choler.
‘Bastard!’ she roared, fighting the bondage, desperate to break free. ‘I’ll kill you! Let me go back or you’ll not live to see another Pegasus spread her wings!’ Diplomacy and begging had gained nothing; threats were her last recourse.
‘Oh, such a little harridan, aren’t we, slave?’ he stated lightly, standing before her, taunting her with how ineffectual she was. ‘I can see I’ll have to upgrade the punishment devices on my other Pegasi if they all get as moody as you after a flight.’
‘I escaped before, I’ll do it again,’ she vowed.
‘I doubt that, slave. I’m going to ensure your security. You’ll not slip the rule of your owners again.’
‘Let me go!’ she howled, interrupting him before he could continue, her limbs aching from battling the bonds. ‘Let me out!’
‘Tut, tut, little slave,’ he chuckled, making Mina sag, sobbing afresh. ‘You should know by now that fighting is useless. You’ll never fly again, I can promise you that.’
‘Please, master,’ she mewled, her heart tearing from being denied a chance to ever experience the giddy thrills of being airborne again. ‘Please don’t. Not this, anything but this.’
‘Ah, the whimpers of regret. Your tears amuse me, slave, but they are not a currency I am inclined to accept. You see, I have made the necessary arrangements, and there is to be no changing them now.’ He stepped back, waved to the girl, and she sashayed forward, slinking with grace as she moved beside him.
‘This is Rache,’ he announced, stepping behind her and taking hold of her shoulders, showing her off to Mina’s appalled eyes. ‘I use her for special circumstances, employing her skill while she waits patiently for this day. She is deaf and mute, so feel free to scream all you want; you’ll not affect her in the slightest. She will be responsible for exacting my chastisement on you.
‘You will be held here, and will not leave. Here, Rache will be your absolute ruler, and will ensure you suffer. She is an excellent sadist, and will slowly escalate your trials over the years to ensure you never get used to them. There are a few monitoring devices, so I may comfort myself some nights with your screams of anguish or sobs of despair. Or I may even terrify disobedience out of other slaves with images of your tortures. You’ve proven your physical superiority, your endurance and stamina, and they’ll now serve me well as you become the most terribly abused slave on this island, one who I can be sure will live out a long and nightmare life of degradation, agony, and despair.’
Letting go of the girl he wandered behind Mina and laid his hands to her bottom, making her struggle against the touch, loathsome of the man who now intended to rob her of the object of her obsession.
‘But first, before I leave you to Rache’s not so tender mercies forever, I think I’ll make use of this hole one last time,’ he announced.
‘No!’ she roared, writhing against the latex that served her up to her captor. ‘Fuck you, Poseidon! Don’t touch me, you bastard!’ She heard a zip lower and yelled curses until Poseidon addressed his malevolent gaoler.
‘Rache, if you would silence her?’ he said lightly, rubbing his length against Mina’s rear, her buttocks clenched frantically, trying to stop him from entering her, her every fibre resentful of his rule. If he would not give her what she wished, he would get nothing from her.
Reading his lips, the girl stepped forward and turned on her bare-soled feet. Mina gazed into the rubber-clad rear of her, the material stretched taut across her seductive buttocks. The scent of it caught her nose, catching the reins of her fetishism.
The sight suddenly moved down and then rose towards her, pressing the cleft of her rear against Mina’s face and then using it as a means to crane her head back. Mina wailed against the smothering sheet as she stared wild-eyed along the naked spine of the female. Her neck throbbed as the woman pushed herself firmly against Mina’s face, totally stopping up her mouth and nose, leaving her unable to escape or respire.
Leant over, holding to her knees, the girl merely stood still as Mina tried to snort fresh breath through the wall of latex across her face, unable to make anything save resonant moans against the living gag.
‘There, much better,’ mused Poseidon, digging his fingers into her buttocks, pulling them apart so he might plunge into her anus. Mina wailed as she was penetrated, employing her muscles to try and spit him out, her hatred finding a delicate satisfaction in being so forcefully taken, melting her resentment a little.
‘Ah, I’ll miss using this passage, slave, but I’ll sleep better knowing you are here, in torment. And as to the point of your escape, I almost forgot to mention before you so rudely interrupted me. Rache here was raised for just such a purpose as this. She has been conditioned only to find her pleasure in another’s pain and humiliation. She has been trained to wish only for this moment, where she would be locked away with a slave, to use and abuse her for the rest of your lives, spend them together so she might exact every single crumb of anguish from your shrieking body.’ He ground his hips against her rump with each drive of his shaft into her, the vivid weals exploding with new torment, making her croak and let valuable air slip free through the cleft of the female’s rear.
‘All she sees you as is a means to gain her own enjoyment. Mercy? Compassion? Regret? Guilt? These were never even introduced to her during her isolated upbringing. You see, when her disabilities were discovered her uncaring parents deserted her, bringing her to our attention as a candidate for just such a job as this. I think she turned out just fine, don’t you?’ he crooned, stabbing into Mina as she groaned in apathy, unable to fathom how such a terrible fate was going to befall her. She had to escape it. She just had to.
‘But you will,’ he went on, running his hands over her rear, punishing the contusions and taking one last feel of her before he gave her up. ‘You two will have all the time in the world to get acquainted. You see, once that door closes, it locks itself and can only be opened from the outside, and only I know the code. The two of you will live in here for the rest of your lives, together in sadistic bliss. Isn’t that romantic, slave?’
Her face started to burn, her mouth straining against the leggings with rising panic, her eyes bulging as she tried to throw her head aside and find air. But she was trapped in the valley of the girl’s bottom, the buttocks on each side of her face like dams that refused to let her slip free.
The feel of Poseidon ramming himself casually into her was mortifying, the pleasure a meagre one as she battled to try and find air. The girl shuffled forward a little, letting Mina find a scant vent for her nostrils. She wheezed in deep gulps of air as she sobbed and whimpered, and once she was deemed sufficiently recuperated, the girl pushed back onto her.
‘Everything you’ll need to survive is in here, and as long as Rache lives, I’ll keep supplying food and air to this chamber and those rooms attached to it. Mmmm, doesn’t that ass taste good, slave? I know yours does,’ he giggled, his length swelling within her, the image of Mina being pressed into Rache’s buttocks fanning his ecstasy, and then he was filling her rear with his seed and scalding her with his mocking laughter.
Dragging free, she whined with disgust as he deserted her, his length drawing at her burning rear before vacating it in full. ‘There, that’ll be a fine enough memory - I’ll leave you now to Rache, slave,’ he chuckled, feeding himself back into his trousers before leaving her to her entrapment.
‘Oh,’ he said, pausing and turning his gaze over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway. ‘Seeing as these are the last words you’ll ever here again, I might as well make them count.’
Poseidon turned and walked back and regarded her as she was submerged against the latex rear, her eyes fixed to him, full of tears, unable to answer anything he might say, guaranteeing him the last word.
‘You’ve failed, Mina. Have a fun life.’
The door hissed shut and locked itself, throwing heavy and damning bolts of condemnation. The girl waited for a moment and then stepped forward, letting Mina’s head drop forward as she gasped for air, feeding her ravenous lungs.
‘Poseidon, you bastard,’ Mina said sorrowfully, tears trickling down her face.
The girl crouched before Mina, looking at her with bland intensity, no trace of emotion apparent in her eyes. Mina felt new levels of sorrow well within her. This girl had been raised for this, there was to be no reasoning with her, no exchange, no love, nothing save eternal suffering. She was in hell, a slice of Gehenna carved off and served just to her.
‘Please, if you understand me, you don’t have to do this, I—!’
A stinging slap to her cheek span her head aside and left her looking at the wall. She paused for a moment and then looked back to the girl, her expression and demeanour unchanged. New tears welled in Mina’s eyes as she regarded the impassive torturer.
‘You have to listen to me, you—!’
Her words were cut off as another slap span out and caught the other cheek, filling the flesh with heat and jerking her gaze aside with its severe impetus. The girl was silently educating Mina in the ways of silence. She could not hear her words, so Mina guessed that was maybe a source of resentment, that she had been abandoned because of her imperfections and now reviled them in others. Now she had the chance to exact all her bitterness and rage on Mina, and the mere thought had a deep pit opening in Mina’s stomach as she contemplated briefly all the horrors such a beast might be capable of.
Returning her eyes to the girl, Mina lowered her gaze in humility, her will to fight back gone. She couldn’t win here, she was beaten, they had taken away that which was most precious to her, and left her to this miserable end.
Without word the female rose with the subtle creak of latex. Wandering to the wall, she removed two clover clamps, each one spilling a long line of slender black cord from their end.
Mina whimpered softly as she walked back and knelt below her suspended form, taking the clamps in her hands and squeezing. The jaws craned open, revealing their padded interiors. With deliberate sloth she started to lift them towards Mina’s hovering breasts. Hanging upside down, the assets were easy prey, and even though Mina desperately shuffled them from side to side, paining her belly all the more from struggling against the trapeze, the mordant contraptions snapped to her nipples without delay.
Mina groaned and gritted her teeth as the compression started to take hold, wringing all feeling from the points of her breasts, save the standard throb that started to grow worse as Rache paid out the cord.
Grabbing her left big toe, she threaded the cord around it and yanked tight. The clamp hauled suddenly at Mina’s left breast, pulling fiercely at the nipple, stretching it out and making it erupt with havoc. Mina threw her head up, a grimace ruling her features, her eyes screwed shut as she stifled her howl.
Snorting for breath, she felt the girl lift her toe up. She tried to resist, but bound so effectively there was nothing she could do as the tormentor simply grabbed her foot in both hands and wrenched up, ensuring that her extremity was raised as much as it would go. Tying off the cord, Rache left Mina hopelessly wracked by anguish. Her foot was painfully contorted against the demands of the fetters, and her raised toe was linked to her stretched nipple. Any attempt to lower her foot from this position would inflict more havoc to her breast, and in seconds she felt the muscles and tendons of the appendage start to pulsate with strain as she tried desperately to maintain the required pose. She could not keep her foot up forever, but the consequences would have her striving to.
The fight to resist the raising of the other foot was sterner when Rache grabbed it in her red-nailed hands. Mina hissed and channelled the pain into her strength, using it to help her resist. Suddenly she let loose a squeal as Rache merely grabbed the dangling cord and tugged it, afflicting her breast, trying to coerce Mina into obeying. She refused, holding to her stubbornness, the girl unable to defeat Mina’s fight to keep her foot down and free of the cord.
Without any change in her temperament, Rache stood up and walked calmly to the wall where she selected a rattan cane. Locking her fist to the crooked handle, she took hold of the other end and flexed the weapon as she walked past Mina’s face. Mina looked at the stern device with a sense of calamity, knowing how brutal the effects of such a weapon would prove, even without the compiled layers of bruises from her previous intense session. But she could not give in - she just could not.
The girl stepped behind her and thrashed the cane down, the slender sceptre of bamboo releasing a damning hum upon the air before a sound thwack echoed through the room. Mina tensed, every muscle suddenly flying to attention in answer of the impact, the virulence pouring through her buttocks, feeding on every other welt that had been laid on her the previous night. The strike made her foot kick down, suddenly wrenching at her nipple, making her scream rise to new levels of clarity and pitch before she jerked her foot back up, shaking as her nipple and rear pulsated abominably.
The cane descended thrice more, Rache employing swift and terribly hard strokes to break Mina’s resistance. As soon as the fourth had landed the girl poked the tip of the weapon into Mina’s rear, the issue of Poseidon lubricating its entry. With a startled croak she felt it push in a short distance, and remain lodged there.
As Mina tried to fathom the mental machinations that conjured such whimsical deeds, her foot was grabbed. Before she could reapply herself it was yanked up most painfully and the cord pulled extra tight to have her wailing, all sense of dignity forsaken. She pleaded and begged the girl, promising anything if she would just take the horrible devices off her, but the girl merely looked at her blankly, observing only her suffering. With a satisfied smile she plucked the cords, making the taut strands vibrate like guitar strings as the cane fell from Mina’s rear and clattered on the floor behind her.
Mina bellowed her vituperative exclamations, spitting insults and hatred at the girl for her actions. It was taking effort to hide her masochism, to hide away the fact that there was a secret portion of herself that loved this mistreatment, that was enthralled with the idea of lifetime captivity and servitude to a pitiless sadistic force. But she was more enamoured with being a Pegasus and she could not afford to lose herself to the pleasure she was covertly finding amidst her agony. If she relented, if she let herself be swallowed by her vices, she would give up and perhaps never exploit a valuable chance to escape. Hope was still in her heart that she might gain reprieve, but the more the enigmatic girl paraded her salacious body and cruel intentions before Mina, the more she was finding it hard to resist her.
Rache watched her spill her false venom for a moment and then lifted a finger to her own lips in imitation of a ‘ssssh’ gesture.
Stepping to the wall, she furnished herself with a roll of bright red duct tape. With a tug she pulled out a foot long ribbon, which she bit into and tore off. Attaching this to the side of Mina’s ribcage, she let it dangle as she added two others in readiness for use. She then laid the roll down between Mina’s raised shoulders, using her as a makeshift table while she worked. Opening the laces at the back of her trousers, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and wriggled her hips, peeling down the tight black skin to reveal her naked, hairless loins. Mina fought the rising urges of lust and turned them into a renewed struggle against her bonds, her efforts paining her breasts all the more effectively as the clamps tightened with every motion.
Reaching behind her, she ferreted in her buttocks and drew at something. A rustle of moisture and motion reached Mina’s ears as she strained to keep her attention on the torturer.
With a twinge and a gasp Rache removed the jelly butt plug from her bottom, bringing it around before her. The implement was a large pink ball, the semi-translucent orb held by a brief stalk on a small oval base. The flat base revealed why Mina had failed to notice it when buried in Rache’s rear, but not what she was intending to do with it. Was Mina going to be plugged with something that had been in her oppressor?
As the girl stepped forward with the plug in one hand, Mina’s expression changed to one of dismay. ‘No, surely you’re kidding,’ she gasped, only to have the girl act with a burst of celerity. Her free hand clapped to Mina’s cheeks, squeezing, the pointed nails exuding spires of discomfort as her jaws were kept forcibly parted. ‘No, please!’ she wailed, her words distorted as she wriggled and bucked, the words being cut off as the warm sphere was forced into her mouth, acting in mockery of a ball gag. The humiliation tore at Mina, making her excited and full of hatred simultaneously. The girl held it in place as Mina gurgled and choked, fighting to get it out as a strip of tape was pulled from her skin. The extremely sticky ribbon tugged at her skin as it was torn free and smoothed over the base of the plug and onto her cheeks. Mina mewled in pitiful tones as the plug was taped into position in her mouth, the other two strips running as a cross over the base, leaving her unable to get the accursed thing free.
Humbled by the deed she felt her submission rise, her capacity to loathe the girl melting as she proved again just how ruthless she was going to be. Mina could not help but think how marvellous a dominatrix she was. Any other female would fail to satisfy Mina’s hunger for such depravity, but this girl was raised to it, knew nothing else, she would never stop, never relent, she would make Mina suffer forever. She tried to tell herself that it was the pain deluding her, but deep down she knew she needed this, and if she could not be a Pegasus, she would happily loiter here. But for now she had hope, and until that was extinguished she was unable to fully lose herself to her role as a hapless slave to debauched appetites.
With the taste of the tormentor ruling her palate, Mina watched as the girl lifted her trousers and refastened them, stretching herself back into the tight fitting sheaths of latex. With her single garment back upon her, she walked to the wall and removed a long dressage whip. Clutching the lengthy weapon she settled down before the main door, sitting back and laying against the heavy vault that sealed them in together.
Using it with lethargic touches, she reached out and absently played the cords on Mina’s body, twanging them, using the long strut to reach across and pull at them, increasing their woe in brief sessions. Her features never changed as she worked, her innate need to cause distress being fed by Mina’s suffering. On occasion the whip flashed aside, giving a light flick to a trapped breast, making Mina scream as she was tormented by the venomous girl, who simply continued to sprawl as though watching television, tormenting her interactive viewing programme whenever the mood took her.
For hours Mina was left in such a state, her mind burning with the need to get out, her body awash with mayhem. Every part of her hurt, and nothing emerged to counter it, her suffering complete and worsened by the knowledge that this was merely her initiation.
A final swat had Mina squawking onto the gag, chewing on the soft instrument as Rache arose and replaced the whip before starting to unfasten her additions to Mina’s form. Her toes were released, and the clamps removed simultaneously to prompt Mina into a wailing fit where she jiggled and wept freely, the sudden intense flash of returning sensation to her crushed nerves bringing about a vibrant jolt of pain.
The fetters were unfastened and a tiny chain locked them together, hobbling her as the chain holding her numbed arms aloft was taken away. Mina whimpered as they were brought down, the muscles held too long to this pose to accept any other.
Brought from the trapeze she collapsed on the floor, crying out as her stomach was freed, the residual pains coursing through her like lightning, crippling her for long minutes as she slowly recovered from her prolonged bondage at the hands of the harridan.
The tape was torn from her face and her slack lips let the gag dribble out and roll onto the floor as Rache stood over her, towering like some despicable deity of torture, brooding over her victim. Looking up across the jet mirrors of her elegant legs, Mina panned her stare up across her bared breasts to eyes of uncaring acrimony. The image burned into her mind, dissolving her loathing, making her melt before this goddess that ruled her so efficiently, a creature bred to make Mina pay.
Looking back down she shuffled her head over and placed her trembling lips to the girl’s feet, taking lingering licks of the toes, running her tongue upon them and between them, her breathing irregular, broken by lust, her loins damp with hunger.
Rache did not interrupt Mina’s worship of her, and once one foot had been licked, she placed it on the back of Mina’s head, her balance excellent, allowing her to place weight on the toes and force Mina’s face deeper against the other foot. The expression of dominance made Mina wilt further, her tongue between the girl’s painted toes.
The foot came down and pushed into Mina’s shoulder, rolling her over onto her back. Lying on her rubber-entombed arms, she looked up from her humble pose and saw the girl lean down and run a finger though Mina’s vulva. Mina jerked and croaked, the mere touch almost having brought her to climax from her ultra aroused state. The girl straightened up and rubbed her fingers together, assessing the moisture she had discovered.
Stepping over Mina’s form, she recovered one of the clamps and returned. Winding the end of the cord about her palm, she lowered the implement between Mina’s legs. ‘Oh no!’ Mina wailed, trying to rise. ‘Not there, please, mistress!’ A naked foot pressed just below her breasts, the weight shoving Mina back to the floor. There was a soft snap and she flew into paroxysms as the awful tool gnawed at her wanton clitoris, the engorged morsel an all too easy target. Rache rode Mina’s suffering for a moment until it started to subside, whereupon she started to give small tugs to the cord, the yard of excess forcing shudders of new mayhem into Mina’s pudenda.
‘Stop, I’m getting up!’ she cried, fighting to rise, her body exhausted, and surprisingly Rache did not hamper her, allowing Mina to stand, wheezing and panting with effort.
Turning towards the door on the right, she then gave pulls to make Mina whine and scamper behind her, the impossibly short steps making her slow, a limitation that resulted in constant pulls to the cord.
The door whirred open and Mina wandered haphazardly behind Rache. The corridor beyond bore six more doorways on either side, each of them accessing a dark chamber wherein she saw a catalogue of devices she would no doubt come to enjoy and dread. She could vaguely detect stocks of various configurations, gallows, pits, cages, poles and beams, hanging chains and all manner of strange eldritch forms that she could not even hope to identify.
The image of these numerous sources of sadomasochistic pleasure curled in Mina’s heart, making her regard the girl responsible for cruelly towing her with a lewd prurience. Mina’s eyes met the image of her rear, riding against the latex, the smooth rounded peaks black and catching the refractions of light across their tight panes, the grip of it down her legs as her elegant back swayed with her steps, her long hair swishing from side to side as they went through the doorway at the very end of the corridor.
Flicking the overhead light on, the spotlight beam dropped down to reveal a bland room. It looked almost like a site of execution - the dominating chair of steel riveted in place at the heart of the dazzling beam, its surfaces sparkling with wicked glee. The polished steel structure seemed to glow as she stared across its rigid dimensions, the chair made to contain even the most berserk struggles to break free.
The metal seat bore slight grooves so that a female bottom might settle in, her thighs being parted wide to run down the two flat panels descending on the front legs. The tall back of the chair was just short of being as wide as her torso, withering in further at the shoulder area so that it could remain smaller than the dimensions of the head.
From the back, two metal poles curled around to hold steel plate armrests as long as her forearms, and all across the stern device, dense leather trammels had been riveted into irrevocable place. The various belts hung lazily from the metal chair, awaiting their first victim, the chair clearly being new and unused.
Underneath the four stout legs of the device was a grill, like a drain, and Mina then noticed the subtle hatch in the seat that would allow access to her most intimate and vulnerable areas.
Led by the cruel leash, Mina was delivered to the chair and turned around before being shoved into it. As her buttocks landed on the hard seat she jerked and cried out, her bruised cheeks becoming livid with angst from being so rashly sat upon.
Rache gave spiteful pulls to the clit clamp, crippling any hope of resisting as Mina spasmed, wriggling against the arm sheath. Rache exploited this debilitated state to open her hobble and use clips at the base of the chair to catch her fetters, anchoring Mina temporarily to ease the full process of restraint.
With her legs spread lewdly, the inner tendons strained from such a pose, Mina could only watch impotently as a belt at the back of her head was pulled around and presented to her mouth. At first she resisted, refusing to open for the girl, but a slap to her cheek made her will melt and roused her desire for more. She again declined to obey, gaining another stinging swat from the gorgeous dominatrix. Another slap stung her face and she finally relented so the girl might run the leather ribbon through. The dense hide was inflexible, and even when she crushed her jaws to it, it failed to collapse and allow her to close her mouth. Rache tightened the strip with a stern yank, pulling Mina’s skull tightly against the headrest.
Resting in the solid arms of the chair, Mina felt the buckles down the latex sheath being unfastened and the girl started to pick at the laces. The opportunity to try and break out was close. Against all reason, Mina found herself deliberating whether to try or not. Yes, she wanted escape, but also, she had a mistress dedicated to her, who would never stop, never leave her again. She had suffered loss and anguish when separated from her previous owners and beloved castes and fellow slaves, if she would just surrender herself to Rache, give the girl her body and soul, she could find paradise. But every time she pictured life it wasn’t in the skies, and that was where her true love lay.
Unable to bend over now, Mina wailed as the clamp was removed, the eruption of stolen feeling making her rear clap against the seat as she jiggled up and down, her loins thrusting into the air as though they could fling free the loathsome sensations.
Again her enfeebled and distracted condition was used to condemn her, and acting with speed and skill Rache slipped the latex sheath free and stretched an arm down. A buckled belt grabbed at the wrist and the leather strap tightened with a brutal yank, pressing the flesh against the steel sides of the backrest.
Mina tore her other arm free to try and unfasten the restraints and get out before she was fully immobilised, but the girl had defeated her already. Rache grabbed Mina’s arm and held tightly to it with both of hers. Full of rage Mina burbled against the gag, sending rivulets over the leather barricade as she tugged and thrashed, trying to get it free. But the girl was stronger than she appeared, and Mina was wailing in jeopardy as Rache forced the limb down, bringing it slowly towards the side. A knee pressed into her forearm, paining the flesh and making Mina croak with the discomfort as the restraint was tightened into place.
Rache stepped back to admire her handiwork, her dull stare panning across Mina as she lay bound to the chair, her body straining against the bonds, a slight glaze of sweat being conjured from her skin by the fight to gain her freedom.
The girl began her work with steady precision, taking up the rest of the trammels and setting them firmly to Mina’s helpless frame. Added strips ran over her upper arms, over her forearms, and about her throat. A pair of leather ribbons acted like strangling jaws, running closely above and below her breasts, scooping them up between them and squeezing to her ribs, oppressing each breath and making the feminine flesh swell with added feeling. Another captured her waist, hauling in the softer region as another secured her hips, dragging firmly back to pin her hindquarters into position. Straps ran over her inner thighs and above her knees before another was set below the joint.
Every inch of Mina was immobile, and she tensed her muscles, the feel of the straps rising as they dug into her flesh. It felt good to be left so helpless, to be left utterly compliant to another’s will. The girl could and would do anything she wished now, and there was nothing Mina could do to stop her.
The girl stepped up and straddled Mina’s lap, settling in, making her libido churn with the feel of latex-coated buttocks seating themselves on her, the thighs of this goddess of pain resting on her own petrified ones. The naked breasts of the girl were just short of her own, Mina’s eyes wide as they regarded the torso of the exquisite female, studying her, aching to kiss and lick her, to even just touch her would be a blessing. But the girl was spitefully teasing, letting Mina strain and struggle, betray her hunger for Rache and be starved.
The pointed nails of the girl rose and closed on Mina’s breasts, running the daggers gently over the skin before inflicting gentle prods about the aureole, introducing flicks of distress. After tapping her nails steadily all about her nipples, she began to point them into the swollen nuggets, jabbing them lightly so as to make the engorged flesh shudder with discomfort.
The girl tormented her thus for a while, leisurely testing the full spectrum of Mina’s responses to it before she merely closed her fingers to the assailed morsels and squeezed. Mina’s respiration rasped over the gag, her chest fighting the straps with each gasping breath. The effects of the fierce holds were magnified by the straps and by the recent prods, and as the girl began to roll her fingers, Mina was groaning and sobbing for mercy, but Rache merely continued to watch Mina’s expression as tears slid down her features. Rache continued the maltreatment until Mina was a sobbing wreck, and then merely released them and stepped from Mina’s body.
Sighing with relief, Mina could still feel the residual ache in her breasts, the glorious lingering trace soothing her, the act having rekindled her masochistic need. With endorphins flowing again she was hungry for more discipline, to be made the girl’s slave. It was not a futile wish, and though she knew she would regret such thoughts when the worst of her punishments were being applied, she knew she would love them afterwards and want more, and be all the more sated the harsher and more callous they had been.
The girl moved behind the chair and settled down, the soft murmur of stretching rubber making Mina’s desire curl within her. What would this girl do when she realised just how aroused Mina was by her? Would her torments be affected when she discovered Mina’s insatiable hunger for abuse and humiliation?
The girl strode to the wall and pressed her hand to it as Mina watched through tear-flecked eyes, the beads of moisture hanging on her eyelashes distorting her vision, making every refraction of light wink like an angelic star. A hatch opened up and she reached in, drawing free a magic wand, the black stem of the handle bearing the small strut and bulbous vibrating head of the exquisite sex toy. Mina bit the gag with glee as she beheld the device, for it was a source of pleasure that made any vibrator a pathetic runner-up by comparison. A roll of red tape was also removed and brought over, Rache closing the concealed hatch and leaving Mina wondering what else was hidden in the very structure of the chamber.
A socket hidden on the back of the chair accepted the wand and the girl paid out the cord, bringing it over and between Mina’s parted thighs. Dipping it into Mina’s sex, she tensed with the feel of it sliding against her, the girl pushing so that her clitoris rested gently upon its soon to be thrumming head. Two strips of tape were used to secure it in place, leaving Mina unable to escape it, not that she would even wish to.
Rache turned it on, using the more lethargic setting, the device breaking into an oscillating rhythm that sent astonishingly intense vibrations through her sex. A rattling exhale poured from Mina’s throat, the heady bliss galloping through her, making her wither into the stern arms of bondage, her eyelids fluttering, her jaw dropping open.
The girl watched her reaction for a moment and then stepped forward to turn around and present her latex-sheathed rear to Mina’s ravenous gaze. Shuddering on the wand, Mina yearned to touch her, to feel the flesh that owned her, wrapped tightly in the fetishistic shell.
The girl shuffled back, bringing herself a little closer. Mina’s hands stretched against the wrist straps, her fingers straining forward, her tips just short of being able to touch, the fabric beckoning, making her livid with need. She would give anything to just run her hand over the rear of her owner, just once, just to hold it and feel Rache’s power over her. The quivering head of the wand blithely continued its singular mission, drawing intense pleasure from Mina’s womb, making her tremble, every depraved thought and segment of longing bolstered by the bliss, turned from a simple peccadillo into a raging insatiable obsession.
Rache moved back a little more, offering herself to Mina’s senses. Her arm was burning from the effort she was placing in trying to brush a finger against the girl, the straps digging painfully in. But she needed this more than anything and was all too willing to endure to acquire it.
Another small move finally let her very tips brush the fabric, the smooth black skin running under her touch, elating her senses. Rache moved closed still, permitting Mina to actually employ her fingers in full and to ease the need to stretch so acutely. Mina’s unblinking stare was locked to the sight of the glorious rump before her, tight thighs set apart a little as the girl stood to attention, her hands on her hips in a classic dominating pose, allowing her servile wretch to touch her.
Was it a reward for all her suffering, and that which was to come? If so, it was more than adequate. Mina would undergo ten times what she had already just to earn this pleasure, to be tied tightly down, mounted on a wand and allowed to run her lowly hand upon the hindquarters of her taciturn deity.
Again the girl moved back onto the fawning touch, permitting Mina to run her hand upon the pert buttocks, to trace their contours, her mouth watering with the fantasy of licking it, of being smothered by it as she had been when Poseidon ravished her. At the time she resented it, but now she was here, riding the buzzing head of the wand, she could think of nothing she would rather endure.
Her hand slid between the cleft of Rache’s rear, the latex stretched tight upon, swinging from the peaks of her buttocks, slung across the valley as it dipped down between her legs. Running her palm between the girl’s thighs she felt the taut flesh, rubbed the latex-bound hide, the back of her hand being tickled by the other inner thigh.
The girl gave a small shudder of response as Mina continued to stroke her, Mina’s mind burning with arousal, making the wand’s work all the easier as she felt a climax develop in sudden bounding waves. Her hand held tightly to the rounded stem of Rache’s inner thigh, clasping the firm physique of her private tyrant as she jerked with orgasm, the sensations overwhelming.
Again she climaxed, this one merged with a growing pain, her sex growing raw, chafed by the continuing attack. The eagerness with which her sex had met the arrival of the wand quickly vanished as it grew intolerant and then hateful of the implement.
Rache moved away, Mina’s finger sliding on her latex hide and then falling free as she was deserted. Rache turned about and continued to watch as Mina started to grimace and wriggle, trying to get herself off the baleful tool that was continuing its work, crafting rising discomfort instead of pleasure, as though a setting had been changed to completely alter its purpose. Rache had turned an implement of ultimate pleasure into a weapon of unprecedented frustrating angst.
Mina gurgled and wept, fighting her bonds, writhing upon the humming head, her thighs flickering with bursts of tension as she struggled to find some way in which to alleviate the ongoing havoc. Burbling pleas spilled freely from her, her spread lips leaving them distorted and virtually unintelligible, not that it mattered to the girl in her world of eternal quiet.
Mina looked to her oppressor with pleading, her eyes dripping salty trails down her cheeks, her body fighting the chair with fervour as she suffered for the pleasure of Rache’s innate and cultivated sadism.
Suddenly the girl stiffened with a small twinge and reached behind her back, bringing a small dart into view. She looked aghast at the steel projectile and brushed a thumb over the bright blue feathered plume, then her eyes rolled and she collapsed, the dart chiming brightly on the floor as it fell from her grip.
Mina stared with confusion down the corridor to see two shadowy forms approach, one of them moving boldly, the other approaching with less ease. Flickering her stare down to the crumpled form of Rache, she could see the softly regulated breathing of unconsciousness, the girl merely sedated, not slain.
Stretching her physique against the bonds, Mina wondered just what the hell was going on, this event being contrary to everything that had been explained to her about her incarceration.
Mina looked up and found the regal owner of all she had known and loved. Clad in his ragged robes, he slid the tranquilliser pistol back into the internal folds of his garments, slotting it into a shoulder holster.
The eternal ghost was at his side, her tubes connected to the portable mechanism that sustained her, the wheeled box following her like a metal dog. The zip down her face had been opened, allowing the two flaps to be pulled back, unveiling two plastic eyepieces, the interiors damp with condensation.
‘Charybdis?’ she quizzed, her words corrupted by the belt as she raised her eyebrows, the astonishment making her forget a moment about the pain between her legs.
Stepping forward he opened the gagging belt and pulled it out of her mouth, letting Mina lick her lips and stammer her words as she continued to ride the throbbing toy.
‘Please, master, turn it off,’ she sobbed, her head able to droop a little to stare at the accursed thing oscillating against her. ‘Please, it’s too much pain!’
‘Of course, Mina, I don’t want any outside forces impeding your judgement,’ he announced, and flicked the switch. Mina sagged with a rasp of relief, her loins still scorched from their chafing experience but at least no more distress was being added to her already considerable reserve.
‘Judgement, master?’ she murmured after a moments consideration, wondering what was going on. No one was supposed to be able to enter here. She was supposed to be here forever, so why had this intrusion taken place? Had Poseidon sponsored it? Or was he oblivious to the actions of Charybdis?
‘I have a very special offer for you, Mina,’ he said softly, kneeling down and looking up at her as beads of sweat trickled down her brow. ‘But first I have a question... are you ready?’ he smiled, his wicked leer hiding some terrible secret that he was relishing unleashing.
‘Do you recall a woman in my employ... Melissa was her name?’ he began, causing Mina to peer at him curiously. He knew of the prime informant who had allowed her to delve into his affairs. How long had he known this? Had he watched her from afar, traced her progress as Jupiter had? ‘You see, someone had been hacking into my little empire, poking around and doing a very good job of concealing their tracks. The best of my elite could not find the source,’ he continued, running his hand down her cheek as she sat bound and vulnerable before him.
Why was he talking of a life she had deserted long ago? It was an existence destroyed by her time in the complex, then further erased by being made into an eel before being forced further back into her mind during her stint as a pony, and even more distanced from her thoughts during the time of training and experiences as a Pegasus.
‘So I ordered all personnel with the relevant access to be watched, and I found that a spy for Turan had been using one of my people to gain access,’ he elaborated. ‘The spy was a particularly nasty piece of work. She confused my employee with notions of lesbian love, exploiting her, using poor Melissa like an object. Which is ironic, because that is pretty much what she has become,’ he laughed, turning to face the latex form behind him.
‘M-Mel... Melissa?’ she stammered, recognising the curves she had run her hands over and kissed, the Asian woman sealed deep within her own latex tomb.
‘You got it in one,’ he smiled, rising and walking behind the contorted display of wanton latex bondage that had been Mina’s lover. Sudden guilt struck her, regret for having delivered the woman to this fate. ‘You always were a smart operative, Mina.’
Mina was now besotted with such deeds of extravagant bondage and control, but Melissa was an innocent, someone she had just used and abused to get what she wanted. Now the woman was doomed to an eternity of smothering confinement.
‘So, little Melissa takes the fall for industrial espionage and treason - we handle some very sensitive government information. But before the authorities came for her, I called her to my office and extended an offer to this crying emotional wreck. It was a life of imprisonment no matter what she did. Either the state provided it, or I did. I had barely said the words before she agreed. I can’t blame her though, can you? After all, imagine this luscious little form locked in some state pen? She wouldn’t last long, would she? And it would have been a crime in itself to let her be wasted like that.’
‘Why, Charybdis?’ Mina asked with meek effort, anger and guilt choking her words. ‘Why did you do it to her?’
The man span around and jabbed an accusing finger at her, his teeth bared, his face a mask of fury. ‘Because I saved her life after you ruined it!’ he spat, then calming his tones as Mina was left reeling from the stark truth, he straightened his sleeves and took a sigh of composure. Stepping behind the girl, he reached around and placed his hands on the smooth flat plain of her stomach, submerged beneath a smothering layer of stretched black.
‘I told her she would be my companion, that she would be kept bound in latex, and that she would stay with me forever,’ he summarised, rubbing the tight artificial skin, savouring the feel of the nubile woman locked beneath it.
‘Why are you telling me this, Charybdis?’ she asked, tears spilling down her cheeks. She had never really borne any emotion towards Melissa, because she had none within her. But now that she had been shattered by her delicious slavery, her pent-up psyche was set loose to thrust such long denied traits upon her in abundance, making up for the years they had languished forsaken and lost in the bleakest recesses of her soul. The guilt she felt was overwhelming and had her wishing for her old cold dispassionate edge.
‘Because I want another companion, another someone to rescue from one mode of incarceration to install in another, and I think you would be ideal, dear Mina,’ he said, causing her to suddenly stop her breath, stare at him for a moment, and then move her glower to the latex spectre haunting his side.
‘You want me to... to become like Melissa?’
‘Exactly. An indistinguishable twin sister. Except for the height, of course.’
‘But I...’ she began, trying to form a denial, to refuse out of hand, but the sight of Melissa was captivating, rousing her depraved libido, devoured alive by rubber, a prisoner in her own body, tormented and abused every moment of her life, pleasured, teased and frustrated.
‘I want no misconceptions. You will be sealed in the uniform for the rest of your life, like Melissa here. I’ll torture you, I’ll pleasure you, and you’ll come to love them both, just as Melissa now does. She probably bitterly regrets her decision, but you, Mina, you can appreciate it in ways she cannot. I’ve seen you, I’ve seen your eyes and I know your soul. You want to be mine, to trek at my side, to be with me every second of every day as a defenceless and utterly vulnerable toy. And all the while you can know that I have a wonderful glow in my heart from seeing you bound thus, a prisoner for the rest of your days, every facet of you controlled and regulated only by me.’
Mina stared long and hard at Melissa, a curving sculpture of burnished jet, her eyes glistening within the confines of the inner hood, full of tears, for though she probably hated Mina for using her, she would not wish her doom on anyone. But Mina was unlike her former lover in that she actually craved it, that such bondage was not going to be imposed, it was going to be adored.
‘And if I refuse?’ she asked.
Charybdis waved a dismissing hand as though such an eventuality did not trouble him in the slightest. ‘If you refuse then I simply leave you to the fate Poseidon prescribed for you. I switch the wand back on, lock the door, and when Rache awakens, everything will be as before.’
Mina looked down at the fallen form of the girl, realising that when she awoke she would be even more spiteful. But that was not a consideration. She had to choose what was best for her and forsake everything else. She knew now there would be no return ever to the caste of Pegasus, but with one change in plan, Charybdis’s offer could give her something of equal bliss.
‘I’ll do it, on one condition, and its not negotiable,’ she stated firmly, brooking no defying of her wishes.
‘I am listening,’ replied Charybdis, intrigued. Folding his ragged arms across his robes he regarded her from beneath an intense and studying brow.
‘Starting from this day, and every year thereafter, Melissa and I are released from the uniforms to spend one full night and one full day together in a private room with food, drink, no monitoring and whatever other luxuries are currently on offer,’ she stated, staring into his eyes with purpose.
Charybdis looked back into her defiant stare and then let a smile creep through the corners of his mouth. ‘Done, sweet Mina, done. I’ll have you released and brought back to my domain. Once there, you’ll be sent to a room where Melissa will join you. Make the most of it, slave, your uniform awaits after your little lesbian tryst.’ He turned, drawing Melissa after him, her head fighting the posture collar to try and keep a startled look to Mina.
Clapping his hands a flurry of activity emerged from deep in the corridor as six women in latex cat-suits emerged. No portion of them was visible, the black garments covering their hands, setting them on stiletto heels, their hoods fitted with acute silver eyepieces and a small respirator nozzle at their noses, their mouths stretched wide by an internal gag. They were tall and strong, their muscles pressing against the latex shell that smothered them, the stern guards like wraiths, their mirrored eyes spotted in the corridor long before they emerged from the darkness.
Two of them carried folds of latex stretched between them like a hammock, the body bag flaccid and empty, clearly Mina’s means of transport down to the underwater domain of her one true owner. It felt like she was going home.
Another pair held a weeping girl between them, the slender young woman grizzling in despair. She was obviously aware of her fate, and Mina could guess that she was going to be her replacement, to be locked in with Rache for the rest of her life. What horrors Rache would inflict on her would remain between them and languish in the realms of Mina’s darkest fantasies.
The final pair began to unbuckle Mina, removing her from the chair as the rubber sack was opened up. Exploiting her weakness and willingness to obey, Mina was taken down and slotted into the bondage bag. Loose internal slots accepted her arms and legs, and the hood piece was pulled down to let a gag be placed in her mouth, the ball transfixed by a small tube so she could breathe.
The bag was zipped up, leaving her sealed within a loose cocoon of cold black darkness that clung to her body, making her squirm with delectation at the sensation of being so methodically entombed. The sound of inflation began as the women started to force bulbs onto various nozzles and begin the process. The bag started to swell around her, growing slowly, applying a soft squeeze to her form, relentlessly swallowing her up in its folds, making her feel as though she were dissolving, all capacity for movement evaporating with every new squeeze of a latex gloved fist to an inflator.
Mina sighed and groaned as the pressure continued to mount, the latex vice closing on her, hugging her from all directions, seeking to compress her even further. Finally, once she was crushed tight, unable to even curl a finger against the pressurised coffin, the women stopped.
Lost in darkness she was taken up, ready to be spirited away and begin the voyage home. Deep in her tomb Mina wept with joy, elated, eager to begin her sentence once she had stolen a day with her cruelly jilted lover.
After an eternity contemplating her future and past, Mina felt the nozzles being touched. A hiss of pressure sounded as escaping air rushed from the tight balloon suit, the sack deflating upon her. The zip was opened and Mina was dragged roughly out, her eyes granting her a shimmering white pane for a view, her captivity in absolute darkness leaving the outside world a dazzling source of unbearable brilliance.
She was lifted up, her body drenched in sweat. She saw the vague image of a door being opened by one of the black rubber spectres and as the portal swung wide one of the latex ghosts shoved Mina in the shoulder, sending her staggering forward. Her limbs were stiff and weary from her long sentence in the inflated sack and they folded beneath her. She dropped to the floor, flitting her gaze back to see the heavy door slam shut and be locked from without.
Shielding her eyes as they slowly accustomed to seeing things other than pitch-blackness, Mina examined her new location.
The small room had another door before her without lock or handle. The chamber itself bore a shower cubicle in the corner, with towels and other toiletries set on shelves beside it. There was a toilet, and two dressing tables. The first was a cosmetic table, the dresser having a soft chair before it, with angled mirrors rimmed with lights. Elaborate boxes before the reflective panes bore arrays of make-up and the brushes and sponges required to apply it. Upon the other there had been placed several varieties of lingerie, the seductive garments a delightful consideration from Charybdis. Mina traced her fingers over the silken fabrics and smiled with glee as she looked beneath and saw a menagerie of shoes. Charybdis was intent on letting her preen herself and look as alluring as possible for her lover, a consideration she felt immensely grateful for.
Opening the shower door she turned it on, changed the settings until a hot cascade spat from the nozzle. Stepping into the jets she shuddered with exquisite merriment as she felt the perspiration slide from her. Taking the soap she washed and started to use a razor to shave away all excess hair.
Stepping out of the shower she dried herself, checked that she had shorn every follicle and missed nothing, and turned her attention to her appearance.
Her hair had grown back a little since last she had been tended, and after a quick towel dry and the application of a hair dryer to desiccate the strands, the small spines stood up to attention as a bristling carpet. Mina smiled, the severe look suiting her well as she opened the boxes and began to ferret around for colours that fulfilled her purpose.
Highlighting her eyes with shade, running a pencil over her eyebrows after plucking them to a more slender shape, Mina ran a subtle lipstick across her lips and assessed the finished product.
It had been so long since she’d seen her own image this clearly, and even longer since she’d refined her features thus. She had to admit that she was greatly pleased with the result, and couldn’t recall ever looking so attractive. She mused that slavery must agree with her and then turned to the matter of attire.
Sliding her smooth legs into dark fine denier stockings, she straightened the seam down the back and stepped into a thong of midnight satin. Hooking it over her hips she settled the crotch into place, slipping it though her buttocks to press to her rear. She turned and looked at her bottom, the marks of discipline faint and hard to detect, the firm flesh ripe and eager for more.
A strapless bra increased the appeal of her breasts within their shimmering jet cups, and on a whim she added the set of matching opera gloves to the ensemble, the fingers removed so she could file and paint her nails with an ebony sheen.
Sitting back to let the varnish dry she admired the final product, turning on her stockinged feet and assessing her physique. The training of a pony and Pegasus had rebuilt the muscles her eel caste had atrophied, and she was once more a toned and elegant form. Her skin was a wonderful pale colour, the various latex uniforms that had entrapped her like vampires had siphoned out the pink, leaving her an ivory beauty that contrasted the black of her lingerie perfectly. The image of her body tempted Mina to maybe toy with herself, masturbate and exploit the fact of her utter unbound freedom, but she didn’t want to take the edge off her hunger, she wanted to save it all for Melissa.
Blowing across the smooth ovals of her nails, she touched them to ensure they were dry and slipped her feet into black stiletto court shoes. Without cause, the door leading out of the room slid aside, exposing a large chamber beyond.
Taking a deep breath, Mina walked through into the bedroom, her heart fluttering with excitement and yearning lust.
The room was furnished solely for what they wished, giving them all Mina had requested. A large four-posted bed sprawled at the heart of the room, the pink satin sheets glistening in the amber haloes of the flickering candles spaced along the walls on opaque steel curls. The dance of the flames sent shuddering shadow across the scene, making it gloomy and mysterious, inviting iniquity.
A table on the left wall was arrayed with selections of food and drink, a minor feast so they might indulge more ordinary appetites. The other wall had a similar table, this one offering far different fare. This table catered to carnal hunger and was armed with a variety of vibrators, toys, lubricants and other sexual devices for their pleasure. Mina smiled at the sight, doubting she would need them, but amused to know they were there just in case.
The opposite wall bore a door through which Melissa had already entered, the slender Asian girl kneeling on the bed, the two of them fed through preparation rooms.
The girl was naked save for a silver thong, her tawny skin smooth and soft of appearance. Her once long hair had been shaven for inclusion in the latex mummifying uniform, and had now grown back down to her ears, an abrupt bob that she had tended as best she could in her own dressing room.
‘Hello Melissa,’ Mina said softly, wandering slowly towards the bed so as not to frighten her.
‘Who are you?’ snarled the woman with venom, questioning just who it was who had used her and condemned her to this fate, the revelation that Mina was something else irking her.
‘So, you’re pissed that I lied to you, that’s understandable, but I had no idea I would get you into trouble, you have to believe that,’ replied Mina, trying to erase the resentment and fury her imprisonment must have created. Lost in the latex folds, Mina’s betrayal and use of her was probably something that had bloated to insane proportions, giving her something to fixate on other than her sensory deprivation and pain.
‘I always knew you were using me, Mina, or whoever the hell you are, but I couldn’t have imagined how much. Then you left me to... to this,’ she growled, waving a hand around the room.
‘Melissa, I was a spy,’ she stated, sitting down on the end of the bed. ‘I had no choice but to do my job. But I never meant to hurt you, I looked after you, made sure I covered my tracks so you wouldn’t be suspected. My own employer betrayed me, that’s what doomed us both. I’m not Cindy, I’m not even Mina any more, I’m a captive here, just like you.’
‘Is that supposed to make everything right again?’ she hissed, shuffling back across the sheets, retreating from her nemesis, the person she heaped all blame upon for her trials.
Mina sighed and shook her head, looking to the floor. ‘Melissa, look, it doesn’t really matter what happened. We can banter about who set who up, whose fault it is, who came off worse in this, but the fact is, all I’ve had recently is torture and punishment, and you’ve just spent endless months in that latex hell. We’re both free for a short time, so do you want to use it, or shall I just call for Charybdis to come and put us in those rubber cells?’
The girl visibly blanched at the thought and gave a slight shudder as she recalled the smothering embrace of the suit.
‘Good, I can take that as a no, then?’ Mina stated abruptly and climbed up onto the bed, crawling slowly to the cowering girl. Mina had forgotten how gorgeous Melissa was - her curves, her petite form alluring and seductive, her delicate features, her soulful eyes and inviting breasts. It seemed as though a statuesque beauty had been condensed into Melissa’s diminutive form, concentrating her beauty, carrying it far above normal. As her gaze wandered across the huddled body of her former lover, Mina felt her insides ignite with need, her arousing journey in the belly of the rubber sack and process of dressing having filled her with a volcanic appetite.
‘There was one thing I never lied to you about, Melissa,’ she said, closing in on the luscious form.
‘And what’s that?’
‘I do love you, Melissa,’ she offered, realising now that she actually did. Before, the very same words had been made up, used to get what she wanted from the girl, but now she meant them, her old dispassion had been removed and when she said the word, it felt right.
‘Yeah, of course you do,’ the girl retorted sarcastically.
Mina extended a hand and touched Melissa’s shoulder, causing her to shy away with a disgruntled shrug.
‘Melissa, we don’t have much time together, is this how you want to spend it?’ Mina stressed with frustration, growing tired of the delay.
Moving in she grabbed hold of the girl, locking one hand about the nape of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips pressed together and for a moment Melissa accepted. Then, with a sudden violent pull she sought escape, shaking her head, pushing her hands against Mina’s shoulders to get away. ‘No, I won’t,’ she protested, holding Mina off as she continued to try and reel her in.
‘Okay, Melissa, I had intended for this to be easier, but you leave me no choice,’ Mina said, and shoved instead of pulled, catching Melissa off-guard and casting her to the sheets. Before the girl could react Mina pounced, straddling her torso. Her hands captured Melissa’s wrists, pinning her down, her weight keeping the girl under control.
‘Get off me, you bitch!’ she wailed, struggling against Mina, her head flailing from side to side, her legs kicking and pummelling the mattress as she fought to get out from under the physically superior beauty. ‘I hate you!’
Mina studied her distress for a moment and then dragged her arms down, running the girl’s arms down her sides and then using her stockinged shins to pin them in place.
With her arms freed, Mina reached down and ran the fingers of her left hand into Melissa’s hair, feeling it between her fingers before she moved them to the back of her crown and then closed a tight fist to secure a hold. Her right hand moved in and caught Melissa’s chin, holding it tight, the two grips upon her head keeping the girl’s visage facing up and utterly still.
Mina lowered slowly and placed her lips to Melissa’s and kissed her gently, brushing those of the trapped girl. For a moment they remained tensed and rigid, but as Mina let her tongue gently run swirling traces Melissa’s resistance started to quickly fade. The tensed jaws of the girl began to grow less firm, and Mina loosened her holds a little to show that she was seeking compliance, not dominance over someone who was going to fight her every step of the way. Her right hand lifted away from Melissa’s chin, and the girl stayed where she was. She left her other hand in place, keeping her rule in force, revealing the girl’s submissive nature as she relented to Mina’s authority because of her displayed power.
Running the back of her nails down the girl’s cheek, she shivered and her arms strained against Mina’s trapping legs, not to try and escape, but to ensure she was secure. The delicate hands of Melissa curled up and cupped the sides of Mina’s rear, stroking the flesh as she lay trapped beneath her.
Melissa’s passion exploded like a dormant volcano, her gasping pants being accompanied by frenzied kisses. Mina could feel the hands groping at her, their hunger to trace her contours hampered by the pose. Lifting up a little, she grabbed Melissa’s hands and brought them out, keeping no question as to who was in control.
Mina placed the hands to her own hips, letting Melissa feel the thong before raising them, dragging the girl’s palms up her curves until she brought them around to her breasts. The girl audibly groaned with libidinous response as she cupped the firmness. The feel of satin and wanton flesh under her hands after the prolonged denial of anything save latex imprisonment had her wilting with sudden and pressing need.
Releasing her holds, Mina let her left hand drop and brush against Melissa’s breasts, tickling the nipples with a cursory touch before wandering the hand up and enclosing it to her throat, holding her in place as the girl sighed and her hands began to caress and fawn on her. Trembling fingers slid under the bra cups and felt her nipples, the small swirls Melissa imparted to her teats bringing Mina to attention.
Mina’s right hand rolled down her own torso, tickling her skin and sliding under the front of her thong, her finger running through her sex, covering itself in a sheen of moisture. With this physical proof of her arousal, she lifted it free and kept her hand pressed gently to Melissa’s throat before holding the finger above the girl’s lips.
‘Taste,’ she ordered delicately, lifting her hand a little so the girl could raise her head. Closing her lips almost to the knuckle, Melissa rolled her head back, running them along the finger as her tongue flashed across the skin, spreading the taste of her lover across her palette. As though affected by a narcotic, her eyes rolled and her body quaked. The hand at her throat shifted round and enclosed the back of her neck, and as Mina fed her back onto the finger, she shifted her body, moving down Melissa’s body while bringing the girl upright with her.
Cradling the girl’s head, Mina removed the finger and drew down her right bra cup, exposing the turgid nipple. Another soft pull brought Melissa’s freed mouth onto the bud, Mina’s hand keeping her upright, the other running her nails up and down the smooth back of the girl, leaving soft rosy lines from her light scratches. Melissa’s tongue was lunatic upon her breast, sucking and kissing, lapping and flitting as she adored the teat in all its joyous intensity.
Mina’s head rolled back with the glorious feel of the attention, holding the girl tighter, pressing her to her breast as the other clawed and ran across the fields of her shoulder blades. The meagre discomfort was a lethal aphrodisiac to the girl, her attentions escalating wildly. Her hands flashed around and held Mina’s rear, groping with fervour, filling her prurient senses with the feel of Mina’s buttocks. Melissa’s fingers traced the satin thong as it plunged between her cheeks and then started to run wildly across her back, her devotion spent on exploring every inch of the female who ruled her.
The supporting hand moved the girl back for a moment, her lips coming away from the moistened nipple. Without word Melissa’s hands rose behind Mina and expertly picked the fastenings of her bra, opening it and letting it fall away, revealing her goal in full.
Mina pulled her back in onto the other nipple, filling Melissa’s face with her flesh, relishing the feel of the eager tongue as it zealously serviced her. Mina drank her fill of the event, and then decided to change the nature of their exchange a little.
Shoving back, she pushed Melissa onto the sheets and moved off her. She flipped her onto her front and placed a knee into her back. Melissa mewled softly as she was held down, Mina exercising a moment of control. Flinging her hand down, she spanked Mina’s thighs, aiming inward, driving them apart and then by soft slaps to the inner regions she made the girl spread herself even wider.
With a spry jump Mina dropped between Melissa’s parted thighs, clapping her hands to them, applying her palms to the flesh as searing spanks that echoed through the room. Melissa gave a whimpering lust-filled gurgle and sank into the sheets, lost to the storm of sensation. Mina held her there for a moment and then moved her hands up, pressing down, running the thighs and then the rear of the girl beneath her palms.
A hand ferreted into her underwear, curling around the back of it and then hauling up. The material dug into her crotch and started to exert its demands. Melissa moaned softly and gathered her legs, shifting her knees forward so that her haunches rose up with the hoisting pull to the underwear. Mina smiled and wrenched more distinctly on her hold once Melissa was at the required altitude. The soft fabrics ripped apart with an angry shredding noise, and the garment came away in Mina’s hand to be thrown casually aside.
The startled croak of distress from Melissa melted into a prolonged moan as Mina’s mouth dropped against her rear and sheathed a hot tongue into the orifice. Thrusting in, Mina rolled it back and forth, driving as deep as she could while Melissa squealed in depraved rhapsody.
Peeling off her gloves she flung them onto the pillows and used her hands to dig into the soft buttocks of the girl and pull the barring mounds open so she could penetrate deeper. Melissa whimpered with ecstasy as she was devoured, her thighs shaking with random fits while she was lost in a storm of utter pleasure. Mina let her hands drop and slide between the parted legs of the diminutive woman, riding her knuckles through her labia, bringing soft squeals from the girl’s throat. The knuckles gave way to fingers that began to slither in and penetrate her, while another digit began to stroke and slither against her clitoris. Melissa wailed and sank her fingers into the sheets, dragging at fistfuls of satin as she tried to endure the stern ferocity of the dextrous touches.
More fingers began to come into play, one hand starting to insert more and more of its lengths into Melissa, stretching her, making her sex resound with flashes of sensation as the other hand continued a more devoted toil upon her clitoris.
Mina took her time, ensuring she offered only a minor havoc with the drives of her hand as she slowly fed her finger deeper into Melissa, and then retreated once she met resistance. Occasionally she dropped her face between the quivering legs and feasted on Melissa’s rear a little more, darting her tongue into the puckered opening, leaving the girl awash with physical joy.
It was difficult to tell when Melissa was giving vent to orgasm, the acute nature of the input being thrust upon her making the bursts of rapture hide amongst her general writhing and squealing as she revelled in the feel of riding Mina’s fingers.
Finally though, as Mina’s hand was moving with more speed, Melissa jolted up, her arms ripping grooves in the sheets as she broke into spasms and shrieks. She collapsed onto the bed, spasming, the ghost traces left behind in her nerves like footprints in the snow bringing her to shaking fits, her voice spilling half syllables and sobbing croaks as she rode through the aftermath of the most intense of orgasms.
Mina lounged back and mulled over the feel of the girl, when suddenly Melissa was upon her, her eyes glazed as she grabbed Mina’s forsaken opera gloves and used them as impromptu ropes, throwing up Mina’s arms and using the fabric to tie her wrists tightly to the bedposts.
Mina wriggled a little, offering token resistance simply to have it crushed. Pulling at the tight bonds she watched the girl move down her body and slip between her legs, digging her nails into Mina’s inner thighs so that she was forced to spread them further apart.
The hands of Melissa rolled up and down the stockings, the whispers of the fabric rising around Mina’s panting gasps of excitement. The girl grabbed her torn underwear and forced it into Mina’s mouth, driving it in as Mina gurgled and whimpered, pretending to be resisting.
Melissa leapt from the bed, ran to the table and grabbed some items that she kept from Mina’s gaze before returning. She bounced into position and took hold of Mina’s thong at the front. Lifting up, the slender crotch ate between her sodden lips, slipping through as the girl kept her fist to the intersection of satin, watching with glee as Mina was forced to lift her hindquarters. It was a delightfully humbling act, one that aroused her even more.
Melissa teased her with this deed for a while and then took hold of the thong in both hands, ripping it free and then using it as a wet cord to wrap around Mina’s face and ensure she could not spit out the underwear already inserted. Mina chewed on the fabric with joy, feeling wonderfully subjugated by the girl.
A finger suddenly smoothed lubricant into her rear, the fingers of the girl working it inside and out before she felt an anal bead brush through her buttocks and press against the sphincter. The ball exerted more and more force until Mina arched up with a croaked moan when it slithered in and started to ride into her, the passage of the cord connecting it to the next one distinct as it rubbed against her. Her innards gulped in the next ball, and the next, Melissa feeding her rear a glut of solid spheres that flowed into her.
With the last one entered she deserted the remaining cord, casting it back and slotting her big toe into the metal ring at the end of the slack. With this hold on the toys, the girl clapped her hands to Mina’s thighs and lowered her face into the humid pudenda.
Mina shuddered, her mouth stretching open as her body tingled with warm riots, her belly rolling over with delight as she felt the flat of a tongue troll against her clitoris. The sensation was beyond exquisite, and Mina pulled at her bonds, her muscles flexing as she shook, her legs held tightly down, her rear chewing on the balls as the girl performed a session of cunnilingus that almost had Mina fainting from the exquisite rhapsody it sent charging through her nervous system.
Melissa paused on occasion to rise and attend Mina’s nipples, giving her a moment to calm, to let orgasm retreat so she could work her back towards it again once she had finished kissing and sucking at her breasts. Occasionally she threw a soft bite into the assets to have Mina gasp and send soft wails into her intimate gag.
Finally though she could resist no longer and kept her tongue flitting and suckling, devouring Mina’s sex until her target began to air ascending groans, the panting howls rising in pitch and volume as a climax started to muster in her belly, growing stronger with every delicate lick of the betrayed Asian girl.
Mina’s spine arched, lifting her head up as her cries rose towards their peak, her arms pulling at the bonds. When she finally climaxed she slammed back down, her back squirming, her head burying into the pillows as she yowled with utter bliss. As final release exploded through Mina, Melissa kicked steadily back, rattling the balls from her rear, her anus riding the drastic rise and plummet of the linked spheres, increasing her pleasure to a new and soul-tearing peak.
Mina’s scream poured from her throat, the gag unable to even muffle it as she unleashed her howl to the heavens she felt she was already deeply immersed in. The last orb popped free and the tongue buried within her eased its work, letting her settle and relax, flashing with spasmodic jerks as she recovered from the ordeal.
Melissa unfastened the gloves and together they buried themselves in the arms and kisses of the other, ruled by tenderness, gratitude and satisfaction. Collapsing onto the bed they held each other tight, shaking on occasion as tiredness started to swell. But they refused to succumb, holding it off as it continued to gather in strength, trying to have them fall into the soothing depths of recovery.
‘Mina, do you know what you’ve let yourself in for?’ asked Melissa.
‘I have a fairly good idea,’ she whispered in response.
‘Why did you pick this fate?’ Melissa quizzed. ‘I had no choice, but you?’
‘You could have gone to jail,’ said Mina.
‘Maybe I would have preferred that in retrospect,’ replied Melissa.
‘I doubt it. We both know you would have ended up in a far worse situation in there.’
‘You still haven’t answered my question,’ pressed the girl, causing Mina to pause before answering her.
‘You chose the lesser of two evils. I had a choice of being imprisoned and punished for the rest of my life with that torturer, Rache, or serve my imprisonment with Charybdis. At least with one of them I get to spend a day with you, like this,’ she stated, hiding the fact that she ached to feel the eternal embrace of the uniform, to be smothered and mummified, served to the utter control of Charybdis. Melissa wouldn’t understand, and there was no sense in spoiling the mood of her annual one day of carnal vacation.
Mina closed her eyes and finally relented to her fatigue, drifting into sleep as Melissa stroked her spiky mane of hair.
‘Good morning, slaves,’ crooned Charybdis, making them both jump awake from their restful snooze. ‘I trust you are ready, it’s time you were put in your uniforms until next year.’
They looked up and found their owner in the doorway, the squad of black-clad enforcers at his heels, the rubber clad women ready to capture his slaves should they prove resistant. A wicked twinkle flitted across his eyes as he contemplated seeing the two lovers separated by an eternal wall of latex.
‘No, not yet, please!’ begged Melissa, as Charybdis nodded to his anonymous entourage.
The watching women advanced quickly, stomping towards Melissa as she cowered and wept, hugging to Mina for protection.
‘I love you, Mina,’ she wept, kissing her quickly on the lips as rubber-gloved hands grabbed hold of her, hauling her from the bed.
‘I love you too,’ replied Mina, sitting on the bed as she watched Melissa being dragged away and out of the room, her feet dragging as the women marched swiftly, heedless of whether she co-operated or not.
‘You’re not resisting?’ asked Charybdis, once Melissa had vanished.
‘I agreed to this, why deny that?’ she replied frankly. ‘I want this. What would fighting accomplish?’
‘Ah, so you’ve finally accepted your masochistic submissive streak then?’
Mina said nothing as he smiled at her.
‘Ensure she is chaste,’ he ordered, and the women produced a chastity belt of the variety she had first endured. Grabbing her, she was bent over, her haunches raised and they roughly installed the device before they walked from the room.
‘We’ll be back for you shortly, slave,’ Charybdis announced as the door slammed shut in his wake.
Mina spent her time alone feeding her hunger. She ate her fill of the foods on offer, drank what she wished, relaxed into the opulent covers and let her mind drift, enjoying her last portion of freedom.
The door opened and four of the women entered, grabbing and hauling her from the bed by force. She did not resist, merely hung in their hands as she was led to the chamber that would change her life for the rest of the year.
The door whirred aside, revealing a small room. Lit by several strip lights, a table lay to one side, a set of clippers on it and a pile of Melissa’s shorn hair next to them. The white walls of steel bore a few rings, one of which accepted the chain leash of Melissa herself, the girl now restored to her blind state, lost in her bondage once more. With her pipes locked to the appropriate wall fittings she tottered back and forth, trying to accustom her body to the rigours of the uniform as the three women who had done this to her stood aside and watched their creation’s panic. The umbilicals snapped taut as she wandered too far, the thick hoses more than able to defeat her feeble struggles against them.
Faint whimpers were seeping through the costume as the rubber creaked softly with her despairing fight against it. Mina smiled, eager to follow her, to lose herself in the dark and sweaty oblivion of the uniform.
Charybdis was standing by the wall, and with a wave of his hand he indicated the latex cascade hanging beside him, a portable unit parked at its feet. ‘Slave Mina, your uniform awaits you,’ he beamed, eager to see her swallowed up. ‘Take a good look, for you won’t be seeing the outside of it again for another full year.’
Mina stared across the slack folds, her mouth dry as the leash was removed and hands pushed her forward, in a trance, fixated only on the sight. It would be the last thing she saw without the obscuring eyepieces of the hood, and she intended to commit every detail to memory.
Taken to the table she was roughly bent over, her body refusing to resist as they ran the clippers across her scalp, trimming away her hair. The tresses tumbled before her eyes once more, joining Melissa’s, the soft groans and squeals of the girl’s distress merging into the sound of the device as it toiled.
The chastity belt was opened and drawn from her, the plugs slipping free and letting her tracts finally close. She had assumed that the belt still existed on Melissa, but it seemed that a different example was to be used.
Steel bands were locked above her knees and to her ankles, set against the skin in readiness to grab the chains of the bar that would hobble her every step and prevent her ever sitting down.
The cat-suit was taken up and with a shake to straighten it, the garment showed that the dense material flowed out to a set of gloves, socks, and a basic open-faced hood. The suit opened down the back from the nape of the neck to the base of the spine, the doubled density of the area of rubber about the zip fitted with eyelets for lacing on either side.
The brawny women started to feed the tubular sheaths onto her body, encasing her in a thick layer of impermeable fabric. The cold arms of the suit stretched onto her, the thickness making their elasticity minimal, the fit of the uniform exceptionally tight.
Mina groaned as she felt them settling it into place, tugging along her extremities to drag away every wrinkle, leaving her with a fight to bend her legs because of the density across her joints.
‘Exquisite,’ commented Charybdis, watching Mina with wide eyes, licking his lips as he lounged against the wall.
Her head was forced up into the hood, where she found two electronic nodules that were set into her ears, cutting off almost all external sound, leaving the voice of her master as the only thing she could hear.
Her breathing started to quicken as her breasts were forced through two tight circles, the women employing a casual indifference to their subject. The holes made them swell from the grip around their base, and as she wriggled against the hoops, the slits across her crotch and rear were straightened into place.
Again she was laid against the table, her body resting on it, her arms pinned forcefully down to ensure she did not forget that resistance was not an option. The thigh boots were drawn up onto her legs, setting her feet atop the high heels. A line of glue was added to seal them perfectly and the buckles locked them to fittings on her suit, condemning her to their eternal companionship.
Hands clamped about her ankles and brought them together as the steel bar was brought forth, the chains chiming softly as they swung and bounced against the metal. The shaft connected to the band of her replacement crotch-piece, welded into place to prevent it moving in the slightest. The half circle of steel had far more obvious armaments upon it than her last such belt. A large, drastically ridged black rubber dildo awaited entry into her sex, the dark material laced with circuitry to stimulate and chastise. Her anus, however, was destined to accept a long pliant tube.
Lubricant trailed a line across her openings as the waistband was installed over the cat-suit, and Mina tensed as she felt them threading the pipe into her, paying it in and letting the work of her internal muscles swallow it up. The little struggles she gave caused the women to lean more weight to her, keeping her under firmer reins, perhaps because of her reputation, or just because they liked to subdue slaves.
The dildo kissed her sex and slithered in, her lips tight upon the trenches and peaks of the articulated intruder. The size of it made her lift her head up and mutter soft cries of discomfort, her channel aching as it was filled. She would of course get used to it, but for now it was a strenuous burden to bear, her legs quivering with tension.
A hearty shove sent the crotch-piece slamming between her legs and to the suit, throwing its teeth into the locks and fixing it to her. The dildo jabbed against her deepest regions, making her cry out from the sudden flash of pain.
‘Easy, Mina, you’re doing just fine,’ commented Charybdis.
Mina went slack against the table, her spasming orifices chewing against the trespassers, her muscles trying to drive them out, only to find them immobile. She would be wearing this for a year.
A line of thin wire was laced through the long slit down her back, drawing it in, and as the women applied their full brawn to the task, Mina hissed and gasped as they crushed her torso against the corset-like body of the cat-suit. Tolerating no slack, they continued the process of tightening again and again as Mina whimpered softly from the compression. Once the two sides met, the wire was riveted to a fixture on the back of her crotch-piece.
A thick leotard was next to be added, the neck being the raised posture collar that would stop her from ever moving her head more than a few millimetres. The hips of the garment descended like shorts, the brief legs ready to meet the hem of the thigh boots. The areas for her breasts had been removed again, leaving Mina wondering when they would be covered and what the sensation would be like. For a moment it looked as though the leotard was for a male, for there was a penis sheath set at the crotch, but then she saw it was placed too low down into the crotch for male anatomy to use.
The top was pulled over her legs, the prepared hole in the crotch squeezing tightly to the hobble bar with the inch long tube of latex. Twisting her arms back, they forced them through the sleeves and dragged it up into place, adding more weight to her body and increasing the clinch to her torso.
The relentless procedure of Mina’s transformation continued as they produced the tube of glue, using the substance to run a thick line under the rim of the shorts, creating a hermetic seal. They repeated the act of perpetual closure on the armholes, and then on the upper rim of the collar once they had tightened the band into place. The chains of her bar were set through the layers of rubber and clipped into place, to be swiftly drowned in the resin, as was the small tube gripping the meeting of belt and pole. With airtight seals running around the leotard Mina was rendered utterly watertight save for her breasts and her face, and she knew that this oversight would soon be corrected.
Standing upright, she found that balance was no longer something to be taken for granted. The imposition of the chain kept her legs curtailed and she had to be constantly careful of every movement else she stumble, topple and fall.
The hands of her tailors once more fell upon her, grabbing her arms, helping to steady her a little as they were twisted up her back. Mina grimaced as they were hauled well back, making her thrust her breasts forth against the hoops. Straps were set across her upper arms, the first stage of trapping her limbs and rendering them useless to her complete. When they started to bend her forearms up and around, running them parallel to each other up her spine, Mina struggled and gave whinnying protests of distress, her arms reverberating with pain as they were manhandled.
‘Ow!’ she mewled. ‘Stop, please, I can’t keep this position!’
‘Nonsense, Mina, once you’re locked into position you’ll get used to it quite quickly,’ he stated, making Mina wince at the thought of just how long that might be.
Her wriggling fingers were gathered together into a small mitten, the bag possessing two internal slots and being laced tight over them, bunching the digits together before a buckled strap at the wrist sealed them away for good. Groaning, Mina lifted herself from her heels and wobbled on her toes, the women forcing the single sleeve down onto her forearms. She kicked her legs vainly against the bars as they supported her, but it was useless, the time to resist long gone. The tight sleeve was settled into place and they started buckling it shut. Tears were forming in Mina’s eyes as she endured the increasing stress of the uniform, but it still felt so good, despite the havoc in her flesh. Buckles from the sleeve were dragged around and snapped to fastenings on her front, the hearty yank the women applied squeezing her arms firmly against her back.
Two rubber cups were aimed towards her breasts, the implements being brought forward with menace. Mina gave crippled struggles against the two women holding her. The stern females clapped hands to the back of her neck, forcing her into a stoop. She sobbed immediately as the pole between her legs was made to fight the belt, churning the rods in her, making them try to shift aside yet be denied.
With her breasts hanging, the cups gathered them up and were pushed firmly onto them. She could feel banks of dull rubber spines lining the interior, the short teeth pressing into her flesh. When the base of the cups were pressed to her suit, the interiors pressurised themselves instantly. The scowling hiss of air being thrust out grabbed every inch of her assets, dragging them fiercely against the spines, making them dig in more distinctly. Mina thrashed against those holding her, unable to straighten against their rigorous grips.
‘Oh, what are these things?’ she wailed, her fingers fighting the bag that prevented them even moving, her arms unable to even twitch.
‘They serve a variety of purposes, all of which you’ll find out soon enough,’ said Charybdis.
The sealing glue was traced around the connection and as they lifted her back upright, Mina could see two sockets where her nipples were submerged.
The women equipped themselves with her two hoods, the first being the under-hood that was pulled down over the suit and quickly glued to her posture collar. Her head was now locked within a dome of latex, the only break in the polished sheet being two nostril holes and an aperture for her mouth. Her eyes peered through plastic lenses, the material fogging her vision slightly. The other hood was held back a moment as Charybdis spoke.
‘You recall the gag, don’t you, Mina?’ he jovially quizzed as the implement was brought forth. The plate that would seal her mouth still bore the moulded interior that would slot onto her teeth and spread her jaws painfully wide. Then the contraption spilled onward as a segmented pipe that they would compel her to swallow, but this one also extended up to the nose, the faceplate holding two long tubes that were ready to snake down her nostrils. Having faced something like this before, she nodded and watched as the disturbing thing was brought over.
She was tempted to try and air some last words before she was rendered silent for a year, but nothing came to mind so she watched the horrid approach of her instrument of silencing and complete control. A firm hand sunk fingers into her cheek, ruthlessly illustrating the rictus they wanted. As she spread her jaws wide, they started to feed it down her throat. Mina retched and convulsed against them, the serpent slithering down into her gullet. As the plate neared her quivering lips the nostril tubes were threaded down, making breathing momentarily difficult.
The facemask was pushed into place and glued airtight into position, Mina’s breath now rasping through the two sockets at her nose. Unable to speak, or hear, and barely able to see, Mina watched the last hood approach. The dense discipline sheath was forced down onto her head, the women having to fight the fabric, forcing Mina’s jaws painfully into the posture collar as the infernal thing was hauled into position. Mina wailed in dismay at the treatment, her howls dribbling out through the tubes as mere distant groans. All sight was lost, her head compressed within an iron fist, her body crushed, each breath straining against the rubber tomb in which she had condemned herself.
Immediately air was forced through the umbilical demanding a prescribed rate of breath for Mina, her lungs powerless to resist the mechanised force. She almost wilted into her increasingly harrowing bondage, the feeling of separation, of arousal at being so mercilessly parcelled was a giddy high of the darkest variety.
Suddenly a voice poured in through her earplugs, startling her with its clarity after the deathly silence of her hoods.
‘I’m going to let your servants play with your controls for a while, as a reward for a job well done,’ said Charybdis, using his own private PA system into their hidden servile world.
Mina took a step forward and found that rather than attach her to the portable generator, she was now anchored to the wall as Melissa was. The cables twanged and she was abruptly stopped, wondering what the three women who had attended her would do first. She was a vulnerable target, any number of choices open to them, and it all depended on just how sadistic they were willing to be.
The answer was delivered when the vaginal dildo started to retract and thrust into her, the harsh penetration delightful and searing all at once. Instantly the clitoral nodule kicked into spurious life, humming and pounding her sex, making her gasp and totter unsteadily, her head swimming, her loins aflame.
The sucking at her breasts commenced without warning, the massaging banks of rubber fangs chewing gently on them while a suckling pressurised kiss attended her nipples, dragging them out into the awaiting internal dimple.
Mina swaggered aside and dropped against the wall for support, unable to sink down, the pole forcing itself to the chains whenever she tried. It was almost too much to contain, her grunts and sighs failing to emerge and illustrate her delight.
Galloping towards climax, the devices suddenly changed settings just before she was taken into such a release, the women expert at telling when one of their own gender was in the giddy throes of pre-orgasmic joy.
Voltage nips scorched her rear, running its length as painful bites sank into her buttocks. Thrusting her hips forward to instinctively pull away from the source of pain, Mina was cast back as the clitoral button turned from a friend to a heartless fiend.
The savage snaps had her dancing on her feet, madly writhing, screeching into the gag. The breast cups increased their attention, applying more force to their caresses, kneading her breasts with hateful spite, as well as firing nips of shock into the contained flesh. Her nipples were suckled upon most vehemently, the feeling convincing her that they were going to be torn off by the oscillating grab of the vacuum cups. Other shocks started to gallop across her body, the suit fitted with an arsenal of diabolic engines, all of which thrust their dire effects into Mina.
Jolting and screaming against the gag, she fought the rubber and bonds, battled the hobble bar, but she could do nothing save suffer unspeakably for the delight of those who had placed her in this terrible fate.
Then all the evil machines suddenly ceased their assault, letting her wheeze and catch her breath. She wondered how Melissa was doing. Had her time already within the suit hardened her against it? Could one even get used to such grand duress?
What felt like a cane suddenly ripped across Mina’s rear, the influence of the weapon compiled by a series of co-ordinated electrical jolts that tricked her nerves into feeling something they had not. Jerking onto tiptoe, she dropped back, the ethereal stroke incredibly intense. The pain was soothed as the dildo began its slothful play, a slow, dull bliss that helped take the edge away from her panic. She felt so utterly exposed, so unable to even defend herself, the extreme bondage making her moist with new arousal, even as another phantom switch etched a line across her stomach.
Cursing the women, she sobbed and tried to brace for the next application. The women continued to beat her with electricity for a prolonged period, applying their strokes anywhere they wished because there could be no physical damage done to her.
Sweating and screaming, crying and gibbering, Mina was hauled through her initiation, hating every second of it, despising her bondage and her own foolish perversity that had placed her in it for life.
The flagellating voltage stopped and Mina sighed, the loss of such distress suddenly flipping the event like a coin, turning it completely around so that now she was sighing, expectant of more, hungry for it.
The last thing she expected was the flood of water that started to pour into her suit. Squirming against the chaotic flood that churned between her skin and the artificial shell, Mina’s legs shuddering from the turbulence around her loins. Gurgling upon the deep gag, she relished the feel of the retraction of the rinse, and a howling soft gale started to lift the rubber from her skin to the tinniest degree, permitting her to be dried.
She felt movement in the pipe pouring down into her stomach as she was automatically fed, unable to even taste that which was being forced into her.
‘Did you enjoy that, slaves?’ asked Charybdis into their ears, and Mina nodded as best she could, unknowing of what Melissa’s opinion was.
‘There is so much more to show you. The conductors across your body have a tremendous range, and we shall be testing them all. And when I have you suspended next to my bed so you can watch me sleep, or pleasure one of your less restrained sisters, I’ll leave some random programmes running, to flick pleasure, pain, or both into you, at any time, for any duration. You both belong only to me. You’ll stay in those prisons for the next twelve months, and during that time I’ll throw a deluge of sensuality upon you. I’ll cook your sanity with pleasure and pain, make you scream for it, crave it like nothing you’ve ever known. By the time this year is up, you’ll be begging me to leave you in those suits, locked inside latex for the rest of your lives, suffering together for my amusement.’ He smiled imperiously.
‘Oh, and did I forget to mention that you’ll also be receiving gene therapy via your food?’ he went on, running his hands down the succulent rubber-encased forms, tracing the contours of the females sealed deep beneath.
‘Have you heard of p21? I’m sure Mina has.’ He smiled, chuckling as she stiffened and struggled with new effort. He couldn’t have! It wasn’t possible!
‘P21 is a specific master gene that was unearthed a decade ago by my labs, and only this year by a Chicago institute. You see, genes in a ten-year-old and a ninety-year-old operate the same, its only p21 that tells them to deteriorate, creating the ravages of old age - arthritis, Alzheimer’s, all the ailments that can rob a person of their life prematurely. Where normal medicine struggles to even figure out p21, my labs have been working on perfecting the means to shut this little monster up all this time. Two years ago we succeeded. In effect, we own the fountain of youth, which prompted the Korin, Turan merger. You see, we want to ensure that it doesn’t hit the market and ruin the world by making everyone virtually immortal before we’ve sorted out factors such as environment and population explosion. Until this time, which probably won’t ever come, we’ll be keeping this little secret to a very select few, and I’ve decided to include you both in addition to Scylla and myself. So enjoy the feel of your latex tombs, my pets - you’re in them quiet literally for eternity.’
Mina’s eyes fluttered shut with delight at hearing such words, knowing now that this fate was going to give her everything she could ever have hoped for. She was a perfect slave - perfectly bound, perfectly controlled, and utterly owned, forever.
The beginning...