One of the women spotted her and unleashed a plume of air, yelling a silent warning to her fellows. The others darted away, skittish and frightened by the new arrival. Then a few of them realised Mina was too effectively bound to be a Titan and that she was just another fish, although one considerably more blessed than they. These women ceased their flight and swam to meet her. The three of them circled about her examining her costume and her body with visor-hidden eyes. The silver darts began drawing closer, brushing up against her, their latex bodies slithering against hers and sending warm tickles of feeling through the tight sheath.
A fish rose before her and moved her head in, breathing out a great current of air beneath Mina’s breasts. The cascade rose and rolled over her assets, evoking tingles in her flesh with their spa-like embrace. The fish responsible continued up in the trail of her exhale, running her tongue over Mina’s hidden flesh, and kissing and suckling her nipples with gusto.
Then Mina felt another fish locking lips to the succulent swell of her bottom, sucking at her mounds before petitioning entry. She leaned over to accommodate her as they all started a languid sinking towards the coral. Immediately, a tongue bored through her sphincter and entered her, causing her to manifest a cry of mercury bubbles from the delightful shock. The fish continued her assault, flashing a frenetic organ into Mina, pushing deep, stabbing at her orifice, anxious to please.
The third fish descended from above, inverted, and snapped her lips to Mina’s other breast, the two women fawning on her bosom, kissing her cleavage before fixating most diligently and skilfully on her nipples. Mina lifted her legs, using her knees to press against the loins of the first fish, rocking them a little as she felt the base of the shaft inserted within her. The woman stiffened and squirmed a little against her bondage, her arms twisted up her back much like Mina’s. Using her knees to operate the dildo, she continued to rock the intruder into the woman. Meanwhile, the tongue in her anus forced itself forward against the latex, reaching through the restrictions of the uniform to graze her sex.
Lost to the pleasure of her underwater coupling, Mina did not notice they were passing through the upper reaches of the coral. The fish stayed with her, assaulting her senses, tasting of her as though they had never before been touched and were now indulging a frenzied banquet of tactile delights. She used her legs on the other fish, swapping them around as the tip of a tongue continued to please her clitoris, eliciting swift bursts of pleasure from her loins. She had never before wondered how this aquatic event would actually feel, and she was amazed by it, intoxicated by the surreal nature of her own appearance as well as by that of her anonymous partners. She was wallowing in a trancelike haze from the feel of the waters pressing on them, from the pressure of the rubber sealing her in tight, and from the eager tongues of her fellow fish.
Mina’s feet landed on the soft sand and she toppled sideways as the fish continued their attentions, zealous in their appraisal of the new specimen. Her gaze was full of latex-bound femininity, with occasional glimpses of bright coral walls towering all around them, contorted and crazy of shape and dazzling of hue. Clouds of sandy particles were kicked up by their squirming play, their bodies pressing together, their fins buffeting the ground, and creating little tornadoes of grit that billowed around them.
Mina howled her rhapsody through her gag as she climaxed, the woman who had fixed herself like a barnacle to her bottom spilling her tongue across her clitoris, and rubbing it with a flitting adoration to arouse a maximal response. The excitement of the situation had carried Mina almost to orgasm before anyone even laid a tongue on her, and it took little work to finish her off. Air bubbles streamed from her gag, spiralling up towards the moored artificial lights, and up into the darkness far beyond them.
The orally worshipping fish returned to assail her bottom as Mina’s legs attended the rods of her aquatic comrades, bringing them to similar peaks of ecstasy with the relentless use of the fat shafts. Then, as she lay in a tangled web of bodies, a Ray passed overhead, the dark form beating the waters with her latex wings, her long tail spilling in her wake as she moved through the rocks. Then she suddenly deviated from her languid path, veering aside and diving into the coral to take cover.
The source of her distress became apparent a moment later as one of the Dryad appeared overhead, passing by with a shoal of adoring nymphs trailing around her. The red-tinted mermaid took a moment to notice the small orgy occurring in the light-bathed grove, and when she did, she began circling her way down towards it. When she arrived she brushed the other fish aside, exercising her authority as she panned her eyes across Mina, who reclined across the sand, submissive to the new arrival.
The Dryad leaned in and kissed Mina’s breasts before offering her own, pushing the tips through the clouds of air Mina set loose, and letting the crystal gaseous orbs run over her flesh. After treating herself to this devotion for a few moments, she pushed an intruding fish aside and rolled her crimson form to present her buttocks to Mina’s features. She clasped herself to Mina’s bound form and pressed her bottom across her visage. Knowing Dryads tended the garden and were possessed of at least some control over the fish, Mina made sure she did not resist or irk the mermaid with any defiance on her part, unsure of just how much discipline these women could mete out.
The Dryad rode Mina’s face with glee, using her subject’s nose and visor to rub her buttocks and sex as each breath from Mina sent a new jet of bubbles across her intimate regions, making her shudder with pleasure.
There was little Mina could do to resist as she was used for another’s satisfaction. She was little more than a latex dildo, and it was a liberating experience. The woman had imposed her control immediately, leaving Mina utterly compliant before her, and though the mermaid was a slave as well, it felt just as pleasurable to be used by another servile as by a Titan. She studied the bizarre view she was presented with as the woman’s latex-clad crotch smeared itself across her visor, cutting off her vision as dancing sheets of air rolled across them both. The unmistakable signs of orgasm played through the mermaid’s form, and as soon as she had drunk her fill, she darted with new motion and intent. Mina was flipped over, the fingerless mittens of the woman spinning her around and forcing her down to the sand, which tickled her nipples as she was ground into the bank by the Dryad. At first she did not resist, but then the woman started to demand admittance into her buttocks with more force, pressing her bunched fingers into her sphincter. Mina shuddered and writhed, only to be chastised as the mermaid ducked in and bit her bottom, delivering a sharp and unexpected nip into her flesh. The flare of distress made Mina quell her defiance and lay motionless, gasping into her gag as the Dryad began pushing a hand into her anus.
Her tight orifice sparkled with hot flashes of pain as it struggled to accept the intruder. Forcible rocking shoves pushed the hand in further, the sea water a perfect lubricant for the latex-sheathed extremity. With a breathless squeal, and spasmodic responses that rocked her bound form, Mina responded to being mounted on the woman’s hand, her ring painfully gripping the invading wrist. Sobbing from the ordeal she gulped at her air supply, her face pressed against the sand. She could feel the woman moving her fingers inside her, the gloved hand squirming like some intruding animal that had forced an entry and set up home in her nether regions.
Letting Mina recover for a few minutes, the Dryad kept her subdued by way of soft kisses to her cheeks. But then she began to use her arm once more, moving it back and forth, hauling at Mina as she burbled and chewed frantically on her gag. Fighting the mermaid she struggled to free herself, to pull herself off the trespassing hand and seek cover in the coral until her owners could arrive and take charge of her. But the spiteful nips of the mermaid once more descended and plagued her rear, making her jerk and spasm and unleash huge banks of bubbles as a result of the howling cries she cast into the depths.
The other fish circled over and around her as a voyeuristic shoal, watching with glee the chastisement and abuse of someone more elevated than they. Mina wore the costume of a chosen slave, and thus they felt little sympathy for her plight; their envy was plain. They would eagerly make use of her if they could, but they would be just as enthralled to see her suffer the attentions of their cruel overseers.
Keeping Mina pinned down the mermaid scanned the waters, and spotted what she sought. Jabbing a fist in its direction, she sent two fish lancing forward to chase a Ray and force her towards the site, denying her a route out and making it plain the Dryad had summoned her so she had little choice but to obey. The fawning assistants brought the poor Ray girl over, whereupon the Dryad snatched her long tail and began reeling her in, the Ray jerking slightly as her dildos were tugged on. Once the ankles of the Ray had been gained, the Dryad extracted her hand and finally brought Mina’s ordeal to an end. But no sooner had her tract been freed of one latex clad trespasser than a new one was thrust inside her. Mina was dismayed to see the tail of the Ray being fed into her anus as the Dryad forced it in. She struggled to get free, only to have her nipples squeezed and pulled on brutally, bringing her swiftly back under control. Defeated, she lay still beneath her tormentor, the feel of the tail being threaded into her buttocks joined by influxes of brine that sloshed within her as a salty douche.
Would the Ray be so malicious as to rashly flee the moment she was released? Would a slave torment another slave so readily? Mina knew the sudden haul of the tail from her bottom would be a terrible experience unless undertaken slowly and gently... the Ray was set lose, and to Mina’s relief she did not panic and tear away.
Yet the Dryad had expected such mercy, and was ready to foil it. Grabbing the Ray she accessed her tank and set loose a great churning geyser of air, draining the tank as the woman jerked in panic. Then she let go of her prisoner and drifted back to watch the show. Mina’s eyes widened in horror as she watched the Ray thrash her wings and fire herself upward, desperate to replenish her air before it ran out. Mina arched her back and screeched into her gag, her body rioting with sensations as the tail was dragged from her, the latex stem spilling swiftly from her buttocks dragging at her tract and reducing her to a writhing wreck. The tail hauled itself free, popping from her chafed orifice and letting the Ray continue her manic dash for air.
Sobbing in shock, Mina drifted back down to the ground, her anus aching terribly. But she felt a dark delight in her woe, in having been used so mercilessly as an object of spectacle and sadism. The Dryad had proven she was not to be trifled with, that even with their rubber prisons they could punish or pleasure one another, and Mina now knew the value of obedience to these women. No doubt all the fish were treated to such capricious displays of spite.
The Dryad patted Mina’s head, running her glove along her fin, and then she kicked her feet against the sand and thrust herself up through the herd of fish. The other women immediately began following in her wake, hoping to gain her favour through diligent attention and service to their undersea mistress.
Mina watched them vanish into the light and the coral, studying their motions as she recovered from her lesson in the rules of this domain. She did not feel contempt for their behaviour, rather she felt a strange sense of accomplishment in having been subjected to an initiation rite and accepted amongst the shoals. Lifting herself up with a wriggle, she batted her fins against the waters and started weaving along the routes of sand that passed through the tangled coral structures. Tropical fish darted away from her as she swam, their rainbow markings and extravagant designs catching the light on their scales - real fish fleeing the approach of an impostor. Through vents in the rock geysers of hot water poured out, rising up in great plumes to feed warmth into what should have been arctic desolation. The nurturing geysers were the source of life for this place, the bosom from which all here fed.
Mina frowned as she came across a strange new sight cresting a low ridge. She ducked back and watched through a small veil of seaweed, fearful of exposing herself again so soon after her recent experience serving the malicious needs of others.
In a small clearing, three men were working on some sort of pipe system. Dressed in deep-green suits with incorporated flippers and clawed gloves, each wore a small air tank on his back. Their heads were sealed in angular domes that encompassed their heads and hid all details as they reflected the light of the ocean across their mirrored surfaces. They were laying down a network of pipes in the sand, applying nozzles in covert places, apparently preparing air supplies for a new caste of nymph.
After watching them work for a while Mina continued her wandering, swimming through the coral marvelling at her new world and becoming acquainted with it, accepting it as it accepted her. She was part of this world now, a fish in the ocean, and she was excited by the thought of all the things she would experience here.
A slow steady beep began infiltrating her awareness as plugs released the high-pitched song with monotonous rhythm. Guessing she had used up a great portion of her air already, Mina assumed this sound was a warning that her air tank was low. Her cries under the tutelage of the red Dryad had squandered a lot of her oxygen, and she had been so enthralled with exploring her new domain that she’d lost track of time.
Changing her route she began her ascent, aiming herself towards the now distant dome. The beeps gradually increased in volume and speed, marking the increased urgency of her need. By the time she reached the ranks of refuelling nozzles the beeps were hurting her ears. No nymph would be able to sleep through such a din; the alarm would wake her and send her to preserve her life.
It took a couple of attempts to make the connection, but once she slid herself onto the fitting a turn of her back locked her tank into place and the beeps decelerated and dwindled into silence as she fed her steel lung. A puff of excess air forced her off the pipe when her tank was full, freeing her from the station. Turning, she commenced a new dive, the colder waters making her shiver and want to bathe in the temperate waters above the coral a little before continuing her journey. Then she noticed two figures heading in her direction. Though there were very few identifying features available because of their costumes, from the few apparent clues Mina recognised Tethys and Oceanus.
Both her owners wore a set of leggings that gave the convincing illusion of deep green blue-tinted scales, the fabric rippling with refracted light as they moved, making its artificial skin seem alive and all the more realistic. The leggings flowed down into long clawed flippers, the struts beginning at their feet riding out to stretch a glittering sheet of vibrant red rubber between them before ending in a small hooked claw. The leggings threw up a slender band from their front and back, and the latex strap connected to a wide collar. The length along the front was merely for stabilising the one in back on which their slender air tank lay fitted with a dorsal fin of spines, the black struts rising from the nape of their necks and reaching a peak before dropping back down to end at the base of their spines. The dark fangs stretched the same furious red coating between them, a design also applied to their gloves, which cast a single strap up their arm to connect to the collar and then spiralled down, turning each finger into an extended claw with a colourful webbing hung between them. They both wore a strange mask of deep metallic green resembling mirrored emerald, which like the beaks of wicked birds of prey spilled a hooked snout concealing nasal breathing tubes. The masks left their dark eyes free to peer into the depths, wrapping a slender strap around their cheeks and up across their foreheads, and their flippers gave them a swift pace even as they kicked lazily at the water.
Oceanus arced around Mina, his long braids fluttering in his wake, his opaque eyes fixed on her, and a broad smile spread across his exposed mouth. She could see the long zipper running down the crotch of his leggings and rising at the back.
Tethys performed a barrel roll that ended with a plummet down beneath Mina. A quick wriggle, and she was drifting up behind her, running her elongated hands along Mina’s latex curves.
Oceanus closed in, turning his head so he might avoid knocking beaks as he kissed his wife before kicking off in a direction chosen at random.
Tethys ducked her head in his direction to indicate their intentions to Mina, and then brought her arms down with a single flap so her webbed hands launched her after her spouse, her legs kicking gently.
Mina shimmied her shoulders and began flapping her legs, using her tail to catch up with them, having to work considerably harder than the Titans because of her restrictions. She was glad she was in shape. Otherwise, she would be lagging behind the nobles gasping for air after just a few minutes.
Chasing after the cruising Titans, Mina admired their forms as they slithered through the ocean, their bodies tightly encased in winking latex that teased her hungry eyes as she felt her lust for them burning inside her. They were a magnificent sight, and she felt all the more proud of being owned exclusively by them. She hoped she was special to them, and that with her skill and devotion she would be able to keep them entertained for life.
As they swam admiring the garden, Mina caught sight of other action. Here and there she spotted other nobles fulfilling their water-born heritage. Then she thought she caught sight of movement amidst the coral. She peered harder, watching the craggy rainbow surfaces and plumes of vegetation carefully... there was a winking movement, and she spied a figure speeding through the uneven tunnels and rough formations. When it scooted across a clearing, the sight of the Titan awed her. It had to be Medusa, the Gorgon. Sealed within a cat suit of black latex with green-tinted scales running down its length, the woman’s body looked even more beautifully voluptuous, ripe with plunging curves and ample assets.
From the waist down, her legs were moulded into a single serpentine stem that rolled on until it ended at a point. She thrashed this tail in the manner of a serpent, the design of the appendage working to transform her wriggling efforts into an effective means of propulsion that enabled her to weave through her territory at an alarming rate. Her hands were cut off at the fingers, letting her four-inch long nails emerge and curl around, their pointed black lengths drifting idly at her sides. Her mask incorporated a mane of serpents, each crafted to perfection and looking disturbingly real as they dragged along in her wake, her face a moulded mask of sneering fury and eyes glowing a fierce sanguinary hue. Then, just as quickly as she had been spotted, the Gorgon ducked back into deeper waters and was lost to Mina’s scrutiny.
Tethys and Oceanus came to a slow halt, treading water at a determined depth and scanning the ocean floor. Mina pulled up between them, and their hands absently followed her body, caressing her breasts and running through her long rubber mane. Following her owners’ jet eyes, she spotted several new fish scrambling through the coral, trying to use it as a means of cover from pursuit. The new fish were much like Dryads, save that their arms had been folded up behind their backs and secured with straps, their pointed gloves pawing at the water as they dashed by in a panic. Each one had been afflicted with a ring gag, their open jaws corrupting their efforts to swim quickly. The straps at their bottoms were tighter, pulling their cheeks apart and leaving their sphincters more exposed than normal. The material of their costumes was a striking orange-and-yellow collage of scales, with black vertical stripes slashing down across every inch. Like human tiger-barbs, they tore through the rocks, fleeing something.
Mina studied the area they were so intently vacating, fanning out and splitting up to increase their chances of personal success. Two figures strolled the ocean bed, their weighted garments making them seem like lunar walkers as they took bounding steps from one rocky outcrop to another. From the back of their heads poured a thin metallic cable that extended back across the seascape, hanging in the waters to prevent it becoming snagged in the rocks as they travelled. A second such lifeline was attached to their waists, the duel cables sweeping back towards the dome and giving the two figures as much air as they required, negating the need to interrupt their pastime with something as tedious as refilling their tanks.
One was dressed for war, and Mina assumed he was Ares. The muscular man was tall and his shoulders were broad, his sturdy build emphasised and exaggerated by his armoured diving suit, so that his dimensions seemed almost inhuman. Metal plate-mail was set across his black latex sheath, the sections burnished to a mirror finish and fitted to his contours. His face was a featureless black shadow as a result of a latex hood and mask, and over it was a standard Greek helm, the polished silver armour throwing up a plume of crimson spines. The Titan strode boldly across the landscape, cradling a long tubular device in the manner of a weapon.
At his side walked his female counterpart, a towering woman encased in a similar warlike suit. The black latex revealed her toned physique, and the steel plates atop it added to her imposing dimensions. A silver mask, the artificial visage moulded into that of a serene and exceptionally striking face, hid her real features. Strands of latex hair spilled across her hood, drifting behind her on the currents as she watched the hunting ground holding a similar weapon as her male companion. It had to be Artemis, goddess of the hunt.
Suddenly, Mina spotted a fish hiding from the two massive predators, her bottom cheeks wide as she rubbed them against a rock in a desperate effort to dislodge something. Artemis spotted her and levelled her weapon, throwing the device onto her shoulder and taking aim. The girl fish immediately broke cover, ignoring shelter in favour of dashing for freedom, a panicked and foolish strategy. A wink of metal in the woman’s sphincter caught Mina’s eye - a lodged implant whose purpose was about to be graphically explained. The device wielded by Artemis spat forth another small tube, the rounded point of the torpedo driving against the waters as the hidden propeller at the base thrashed wildly, leaving behind a curling tunnel of agitated water. Revealed in this turbulence was a slender wire, the almost imperceptible cable paying out from a reel situated beneath the launcher. The missile arced swiftly towards the hapless fish as she continued trying to outrun it, but it was far too swift and possessed of a mechanical relentlessness. The torpedo closed in, attracted like a moth to a flame, focusing its singular automated mind to the tracking device in the woman’s bottom, the device she had been so desperately trying to get out of her. Then suddenly she dove down, sweeping her legs with great kicks, plummeting beneath another hiding fish before continuing her flight. The second startled fish looked behind her, and jerked in alarm when she saw the torpedo heading for her. Having transferred the dogged eyes of the device to other prey, the first treacherous fish quickly fled, leaving the new victim to kick her legs into the floor and vault desperately upwards.
With a smooth arcing turn, the torpedo followed the second fleeing fish and thrust itself into her anus, sheathing itself almost to the base. The woman arched her back until she almost doubled over, her legs kicking and her cheeks clenching as she struggled to force the invader out of her. Then suddenly bubbles escaped her sphincter as something was inflated within her tract, its expansion preventing her from spitting out the accursed underwater arrow, her body jerking spasmodically as the pressure bloomed inside her.
Artemis threw an arm up, punching the water with a victorious gesture before holding her palm out to her fellow hunter, Ares, who slapped her exposed hand with jubilation. She then flicked a switch on the tube, and digging her boots into the coral braced herself for a new struggle. Like an angler battling a ferocious quarry, she let the motors of her weapon draw the spiked fish in as her prey wriggled and resisted with all her strength. The caught fish thrashed madly, the process of being reeled in by her buttocks obviously one she found less than enjoyable. When the fight grew too stressful, and Artemis was tugged forward a step, the Titan touched another switch, causing the fish to jolt to attention. The voltage nips had the desired effect of wearing down the resistance of the hooked prey, and soon the woman had been reeled in all the way, exhausted and defeated by her fight.
Grabbing her catch’s fins, Artemis slung her launcher over her shoulder and removed the spare oxygen cable from her waist. From the stout end of the lifeline, she pulled out a smaller hose she clipped to the refilling nozzle of her captive’s air tank. The fish struggled weakly as her entire reserve was ejected, the vast thundering geysers of air pouring into the waters and rushing back up to the surface. The main cable was then restored to Artemis’s waist, and the fish was left languishing at the end of a short hose, unable to break free because she was now completely dependent on her captor for air. The wire attached to the torpedo dildo was removed and fastened to the next shaft, the ammunition stored within the internal compartments of the launcher.
Mina watched the caught fish evincing an occasional throe of discomfort as her electrical castigation continued, the bulb in her sphincter inflating a little more every few minutes punishing her for being captured so easily. How long a fish evaded being snared determined how long she was subjected to such diabolic punishment, a chillingly effective incentive to hide for as long as possible.
The two hunters continued stalking their human prey, weapons levelled and ready to fire should they gain a clear shot at an exposed fish. Mina felt a pang of envy, for she would not have minded pitting herself against their skill; to be hunted as game was an intriguing idea. She became enamoured with the notion of weaving amongst the rocks trying to evade being impaled on a pursuing dildo that was inflated from within and used as an anchor to reel her in. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the thought, and hoped that one day she could be forced into a tiger-barb outfit and set loose to try and escape the hunters. It would, of course, be a useless fight in the end, for no matter how well she eluded them, she would have to emerge from the rocks to refill her tank at some point, and like a bird fluttering before ranks of shotguns on a country estate, she was sure to be struck.
As they watched the hunt continue, Oceanus took hold of Mina’s shoulders and brought her before him. Holding the mane atop her head, he released his sex and positioned himself to spear her bottom. Then he waited, the head of his erect shaft kissing her expectant anus.
Ares and Artemis fired together as a trio of fish made a run for the upper reaches of the dome. Their air warnings had gone off, and the torpedoes rushed up after the panicked women as they tried to outrun each other, for only two of them would be caught. The third fish would have the chance to refill her tank on the other side of the dome, hoping the complex would shield her from the torpedo’s sensors, and once she had a fresh supply of air she could outlast all the other fish.
Mina watched with wide eyes, mentally projecting herself into their caste, imagining her body wracked by the pain of exertion as she fought to win the race and outpace the others, her muscles burning, her lungs aching. She imagined the shafts rising from below and streaming towards her buttocks, one of them ready to stab her and make her its prisoner, the hunting hook of the anglers inescapable. Then one fleeing woman gave a sudden flurry of manic thrusts with her tail, and slipped ahead of the others, leaving the stragglers to be speared by the missiles, their backs arching and their bodies stiffening as they were penetrated. And the instant the metal shafts plunged into them, Oceanus thrust into Mina, filling her at the exact moment of their capture. She almost climaxed from the perfectly timed penetration, her eyes widening as she kept them fixed on the captured fish and imagined herself being speared. But where the caught fish were now being hauled back down to the sea floor, Mina was being slowly rocked into, her sphincter gripping her owner’s immersed shaft as she revelled in his trespass. The Titan held her tightly in his arms, pulling her head back by her fin, his flippers keeping them both aloft as he drove casually into her, savouring the act with no sense of urgency. With voyeuristic delight they watched the prey being hauled in as their struggle was crippled by bursts of precursor shock from the plugs inflating inside them. The sight of their subjugation made Oceanus grow larger and harder inside Mina, and the depths he drove himself into had her gasping with rapture as he rode her quivering body.
The third fish vanished behind the upper reaches of the complex, leaving the slower pair to be clipped to their new hoses, and repeatedly subjected to the punishment their sloth and lack of skill had brought them. They could not leave their hosts, for to do so meant drowning, so they simply hung in the water, wracked by discomfort and the knowledge that they would have to improve their fitness, training themselves to be quicker for the next hunt.
Continuing his dilatory coitus, Oceanus stopped treading water so that he and Mina began drifting downwards. Tethys followed them, anchoring herself to Mina by holding onto her breasts and massaging them, using the stiff rubber claws to tickle her nipples.
Several fish had gathered near them, and were circling their position. Either they were merely watching, or they were trying to draw attention to themselves in the hope of being included in the exchange. But the couple had eyes only for the hunt and were aware only of Mina.
Artemis noticed the spectators and looked up, her gorgeous visage meeting the dark eyes of the Titans. The huntress waved to them, acknowledging their presence before throwing her launcher to her arm, her peripheral vision having spied a dash of orange-and-black amidst some nearby rocks. The fish broke lose and kicked upwards, only to have a torpedo set on her heels. She instantly changed her mind and tried to make for the rocks, but halfway there she succumbed to the more frenzied beeps of her air tanks and whirled around again, hoping she might outpace the torpedo, her desperation destroying her logic. She had barely cleared a few yards when the smooth path of the empowered dildo rode in between her cheeks and plunged into her bottom, throwing out its internal balloon and lodging itself firmly in place.
With a flurry of movement Artemis scrambled forward and stabbed the switch to punish the fish for a prolonged period as the latex form whirled and squirmed. When Artemis finally let go of the control the woman went limp, twitching a little from the savagery of her discipline.
Tethys turned her face downward, regarding the seabed beneath them as their descent revealed a woman lying beneath an outcrop resting, keeping her breaths slow and gradual to conserve air. The Titan cast her head down, her legs flipping up after her as she used great beats of her arms and mad kicks of her legs to carry her down as swiftly as a living javelin.
The fish never even saw her coming. One minute she was in reclusive shelter, the next a latex-clad female form had locked claws to her mane.
Tethys laughed into the water, letting loose bubbles as she drew the fish from her hiding place, lifting her up into the open. The woman battled with all her might, but Tethys’s flippers and hand paddles were far more effective than her tail, and she could do little to escape their grip. Exposed to the hunters she thrashed and fought to get free as Tethys locked her arms about her torso, hugging her close and exposing her bottom to the coming assault.
Ares took slow and methodical aim. The hunter flicked something on the launcher, and drew a bead on his target. He had apparently switched off the tracking system and was aiming manually.
Squealing her dismay in great silver clouds of bubbles, the fish watched as the object of her damnation fired from the tube, and streamed towards her in an unwavering straight line.
Oceanus picked up his pace inside Mina, riding towards climax.
The anal archery tournament began with a near miss as the torpedo struck the fish’s left cheek. The propellers cut out immediately, and as it drifted back, the tip suddenly started to billow out into a latex balloon, swelling in all directions as the device began sinking. Ares clenched a fist as he cursed his failure and began reeling in the empty hook, and Mina was amazed at how large the exposed latex bulb was growing. Would it grow to such dimensions inside a host? Personally, she doubted she could accommodate such a monstrous orb in her tracts.
Artemis mocked her partner with a sullen shake of her head and drew aim herself, carefully following the barrel sight and taking into consideration the slow sinking plummet of her target. The next missile was set free while Ares yanked at his launcher, trying to get his unused rod back so he could fire again. But Artemis was a surer shot than the god of war, and the arrow found its mark in the anus of the slave girl. She fought Tethys’s grip as the bulb sank into her buttocks, and she jerked and thrashed madly during the excruciating process of being filled and reeled in.
As the shaft thrust itself into its host, Mina’s sphincter clenched in response to the hot semen pouring into her own orifice as her owner jammed his shaft inside her, punishing her deepest regions as he climaxed. She jerked in his hold, wracked with pleasure at the feel of being attended to so intimately by him.
Tethys released the target, letting her be served up to her fate as she began swimming back to her husband. Oceanus remained inside Mina for a moment, relishing the wanton grip of her anus upon his length. When he finally pulled free his hard flesh drew against her insides and sent ghostly flares of sensations through her muscular ring. No phallus had ever pleased her as much as Oceanus’s just had, and she did not know whether this was because of skill, his size, or because of the perpetual arousal wrought by her depraved surroundings.
With a dextrous flash the two Titans turned and began heading back to the dome, swimming lazily and taking in the scenery as they went. Mina followed them, her bottom still relishing its penetration, the feel of Oceanus strong inside her as she discharged the residue of his lovemaking. The warning tunes of low oxygen rang in her ears and she hurried to keep up with her owners, hoping they were planning a direct route back to dry land. And as she followed in their wake, she began to suffer a distinct feeling of being watched. It did not feel like the usual automated study of the cameras Charybdis had stationed throughout his domain, but felt more like a more personal observation of her form. Such an instinct had saved her more than once, and she did not disregard it. She scrutinised the seabed and the waters, wondering who, or what, was watching her.
Something caught her eye, a hint of movement, and she saw what looked like some sort of gem-encrusted shell duck out of sight, vanishing into a clearing of sand. Did some sort of subterranean creature dwell there? Or was it some Titan who liked to hide from view in the soft sands and study those who played above?
Meditating on what she had seen, Mina continued swimming, following her owners down the main tunnel to the pool that had first greeted her arrival here. The two Titans paddled with strong beats of their fins, accelerating their ascent before launching from the water and escaping onto the decks. Mina watched their forms through the distorting ripples of the surface. The two Titans were lifted out to their waist by their momentum, and grabbing the sides of the pool, they dropped onto their seats, swinging their legs up and rising to an erect stance. Straightening their forms they began removing the trappings of aquatic life. Naked slaves, adorned only with chastity belts, came forth to take their removed items and place them back in storage, serving the two Titans until they were naked save for their rings.
Meanwhile, Mina was growing concerned about her air supply; the beeping was alarmingly swift and extremely loud, pounding her ears with its urgent din.
‘Enter the collar, nymph,’ a voice commanded through her earphones, replacing the monotonous chorus of beeps. With an echoing impact a steel band struck the surface of the water and began sinking until the chain attached to it brought the dense cuff to a halt. The thick metal jaws lay open, the interior a padded cushion of foam rubber.
Mina swam towards it, and with a twist of her head she ensured her mane was free of the device’s clutches before she surrendered her throat to it. The collar closed of its own accord, locking shut and securing itself as the chain began to retreat, dragging her up towards the surface, her body slack as she hung limp from the hoist.
Her head emerged from the pool, her sight shimmering as water trickled down her visor. The pressure about her neck increased as more of her body left the pool, applying more weight to her point of capture. The padded rims dug into her jaw and the back of her neck as her limbs hung limp, dripping with excess moisture. Finally her feet emerged, her tail came free, and she was swung aside to hang over the floor. The chain lowered a little, setting her down on her knees before her owners, and the three nymphs currently serving their needs.
Tethys commanded them to undress Mina, and the women moved in. The straps at her back were set loose so her arms flopped to her sides, nerveless after their long containment, her flesh erupting with prickly riots of pain as sensation began drifting back into them. Her numbed limbs were drawn free of the gloves, the women manipulating her arms because she herself could not move them. Her hood was unfastened and drawn free, pulling the gag from her mouth and letting her pulsing jaws finally close. She breathed deep drafts of air, filling her lungs before licking her lips and yawning to exercise her aching flesh. Her air tank was removed, and the zipper at her back lowered, bringing an unexpected influx of distress to her torso, for the long pressure placed on her had become a familiar companion, and as it was removed a brutal throb answered its departure. Grimacing slightly, she endured the customary responses to prolonged bondage as the latex cocoon was peeled from her form. Her breasts were set loose and her bottom freed of the ringed aperture, leaving her naked and slack and supported by her head. Breathing evenly, she watched as Tethys and Oceanus wandered over to her wearing broad smiles of satisfaction at their plaything’s performance.
‘Did you enjoy your swim, slave?’ Tethys asked, running a hand through Mina’s short hair.
‘Yes, lady, very much, thank you for taking me with you,’ she answered respectfully.
‘Would you like a nice shower to get the salt water off you before dinner?’
‘Yes, lady, that would be lovely.’
‘There is a small affair tonight,’ Oceanus said. ‘One of the members from the mainland sect is coming here on his way home. We’re going to bring you along as our pet for this function. Some entertainment has been arranged, and it should be lots of fun.’
The collar was opened and two nymphs caught Mina before she collapsed. Her body was weak, and had to get used to walking on solid land subject to the law of gravity and her own weight again.
A door opened at the approach of the nobles, exposing a tiled chamber with two portals on either side of the far wall, each accessing the corridor that was the shower chamber. Rows of silver nozzles on the walls and ceiling were already spraying clusters of jets, the air wafting with curling tendrils of milky steam. Immediately on either side of the entrance, hidden in the corners, were sunken hot tubs, their waters bubbling with an almost carbonated mist above them. Glass cabinets on the wall held ranks of towels, while two alcoves offered a far different means of removing excess moisture.
A featureless stainless steel dome was sealed over two slave girls’ heads, the helmet descending to a thick posture collar, a small series of puncture holes flecking the area of their mouths so they could breathe. A fat chain at the crown of their prison reached back to the wall, tethering them both in place. Each of the slaves was sealed in her customary chastity belt, with cables reaching up from the floor to connect to their crotch pieces. The women also wore opera mittens made from thick and luxurious towelling, the soft sheaths rising up to their shoulders, where two straps ran across their collarbones to connect them. At the back of each one two more cables emerged and snaked back into the wall.
Tethys and Oceanus ignored what was to them no more than a mundane fixture and proceeded into the showers. Mina followed them, staring at the entombed women as she went. Then she turned back to her owners as they lifted their arms and accepted the drumming rain of warm water across their bodies. She shivered with pleasure as she, too, was pounded by the deluge. She turned around, letting the water flow all over her, washing away the lingering stickiness of salt water.
Through the dense shifting banks of fog obscuring the other end of the corridor, Mina detected movement. She thought perhaps other nobles were making use of the showers, but instead she saw four more slaves stationed there to see to the needs of the Titans. They wore the customary chastity belts, but their models had a ring strung between their legs to which had been attached two short chains. The lengths connected them to steel band fetters, preventing them from standing up straight; the best they could achieve was a slight stoop. Their arms had also been shackled and twisted behind them, their limbs locked by bands that placed their wrists together and fastened their elbows with a short chain, imposing a mock deportment stance as they thrust their breasts out against the demands of the bondage. Blindfolded with a wide strap of latex, they had to work from memory and sound, closing in on the nobles and applying their tongues to them.
Mina watched in wonder as a slave shuffled over to her, the slightest sounds of her movement attracting the blind woman. She could not tell if Mina was Titan or nymph, and she commenced her tonguing duties diligently. Mina shivered and leant against the wall as she felt the woman lapping at her feet, working her way up her calves and shins with long strokes. The waters flowed over them both, the heat pouring into their flesh as one nymph attended the other.
‘Are you enjoying that, slave?’ Oceanus asked while his own cleansing nymph adored his thighs.
The woman attending Mina paused, momentarily put out when she discovered what caste she was washing with her mouth. She was licking another slave, and although she clearly wanted to stop and reserve her attentions for those whom she worshipped and revered, she continued licking simply because it would please them.
‘Yes, lord, a most interesting alternative to soap,’ Mina replied, sighing as the backs of her knees were tickled with a deft, though slightly resentful, tongue. Then her half closed eyes flitted open as she felt hands on her.
Tethys had stepped up behind her and embraced her. ‘Maybe we’ll station you here for a few days, kept in chastity sucking on every Titan that comes through,’ she whispered in Mina’s ear.
Oceanus joined them and cupped Mina’s chin, controlling her gaze as he forced it up to the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with her gasps as Tethys’s educated fingers played her skilfully and the nymph worked her tongue higher. ‘I don’t think she could last that long,’ he remarked. ‘She’s such a hungry little thing, I reckon she’d explode.’
‘I doubt she’d be starved for that long. You think any other Titan could resist the urge to strip away her belt and exploit those succulent tracts of hers?’ Tethys let one of her hands descend and grab the short hair of the shower nymph, drawing her face up and pushing it into Mina’s loins.
Mina rose up on tiptoe as she felt the warm wet tongue slip between her legs, turning from cleaning to dedicated cunnilingus. The oral attention was performed with staid effort, the nymph having little enthusiasm for servicing another of her own kind when she could be doing this to a Titan. But regardless of her lack of fervour, the strokes and kisses she applied were a monumental delight to Mina as she was held in Tethys’s arms and fondled by Oceanus while pounded by hot splashes of water from every angle.
Tethys reached over and drew Mina’s chin from Oceanus’s grasp, turning her head to kiss her, the two women exchanging passion as Oceanus chuckled and admired Mina’s form, running his hands over her, aroused by the image of his wife and slave interlocked in lust. Moving his own shower nymph, he drew her mouth onto his rising length. Her tongue and lips bringing him fully to life, his guiding hand slowed her down as her head began accelerating, her passion for her task clear. He savoured the moment, taking his time, drinking of his pleasure as he watched his wife and slave intertwined by their tongues, their elegant forms sparkling with streams of water.
‘That’s enough,’ Tethys stated, drawing back and moving the nymph from Mina’s sex before she could climax, stoking her slave’s desire but denying her relief.
Mina was tempted to ask for a continuation, but such disobedience might irritate her owners, and she wanted to remain strong before them. At present she was almost being treated as an equal, or at least placed above the standard slaves the couple made use of. If she kept her behaviour resilient, if she did not give them cause to discipline her, perhaps she could maintain her status for a long time. She would, of course, fail at some point, it was inevitable, but until then she could enjoy this elevated status.
‘All of you, finish up,’ Tethys ordered, causing the nymphs to recommence their more mundane task of cleaning.
The licks of the slaves rolled across their bodies, and Mina found it hard to resist the temptation to please herself with a sly finger while the woman deliberately lingered on her breasts. As the nymph suckled and fawned on her, she could guess she was trying to inspire Mina to such a rebellious deed, which would irk her owners and lower her in their esteem. But the nymphs could proceed no higher when they reached the throats of their patrons and settled back onto their knees.
Leading Mina out of the showers, her owners walked up to the drying nymphs who promptly sprung to life, their gloves thrumming with an outflow of air. All across the hands of the gloves, dozens of small vents spilled hot air through the towels, drying the fabric and the Titans at the same time. The slaves rubbed their palms across the forms of the two Titans, their blind eyes also forcing them to work by touch.
Once they were finished Tethys and Oceanus moved Mina into the dual grips of the slaves, and the two women ran their furry hands across her, rubbing gently as warm air poured over her. It was another luscious sensation, and Mina was almost sorry for it to end.
Removed from the grip of the two drying nymphs, she was led out of the bath and onto the metal deck of the pool again. The nymphs were ready for the exit of the nobles, waiting with their gowns and, to Mina’s dismay, her chastity belt. Closing her eyes she tried to imagine she had been mistaken, that they were not going to lock her back in sexual incarceration. But although she could not bear the frustration, it would make release all the sweeter in the end. And the feeling of being utterly controlled was with her every time she moved her hips, the tight metal ribbons encasing her sex and penetrating her with dildos a constant reminder of her status.
The two Titans let the nymphs place the robes upon them and tie the belts.
‘Proceed slaves,’ Tethys ordered, and the two women converged on Mina as she stood dismally before them. Ignoring her obvious angst, one of them took a shackle from her comrade and grabbed each of Mina’s wrists. Enclosing the engineered steel ribbons around her, they locked them into place, the formed teeth of one end slotting into those on the other side. The bands bore a single D-ring on the outward facing side, and snagging a thumb into these anchors in addition to grabbing the wrist, they folded her arms up across her back. Only a short time ago she would have broken such grapples with ease and disabled her attackers with a cold, calculated rage. But now the grips made her melt into sweet surrender. The third nymph opened the waistband and enclosed the strip about her, wrenching it closed to impose its firm grip above her hips. Mina groaned softly and gave a weak wriggle of resistance. The women clenched their fists harder around her, and lifted her arms a little more, making her whimper as the crotch band was prepared. One woman crouched beneath her and laid down her collection of steel bands, and with backhanded slaps to Mina’s calves silently demanded that she present herself more readily for entrapment. The nymphs never spoke, their silence a strange vow of submission to this place. All they did was obey; their words were not required or wanted.
Shifting her bare feet against the plates of metal beneath her feet, Mina was supported by the two pinioning women as she clenched her loins in readiness. The band was aimed into place, the two dildos brushing her orifices and revealing the thin sheen of lubrication smeared on them. With a shove they were sheathed inside her, the sudden intrusion lifting her onto her toes as she flung her head back from the shock. The two locking ends slipped into their respective housings and were captured by secure cogs, pressing the belt rigorously to her flesh, tight and immovable. The women pushed down on their holds, nudging their knees into the backs of Mina’s to bend them and lower her before them so they could close the collar around her throat, clipping it into place with the seam stationed at the back and the D-ring at the front. With this symbol of ownership in place, the nymphs leant down and applied the fetters that perfectly matched the bracelets and collar. The two devices were snapped into place, tight against her skin, and her entrapment was complete.
Mina’s fingers traced the polished steel contours of this instrument of carnal bondage, a little overwhelmed by the feel of so many alien devices on her and digging into her flesh.
Oceanus and Tethys moved in on her together, each producing a chain-link leash from their pocket and clipping it to the ring of her collar, establishing their control of her. Then a padlock was snapped to her cuffs, locking them together behind her back.
‘There, how do you feel now, slave?’ Oceanus enquired.
‘Owned, my lord,’ she whispered.
The Titan did not reply but merely smiled, kissed his wife, and joined her in leading Mina away. They drew their willing possession from the pool and back into the winding maze of the complex.
Once back in their quarters, Tethys and Oceanus took Mina straight into their personal dungeon. They each pressed a hand to the wall, and a group of four tiles clicked open, the hidden cabinet offering them a range of toys.
A gag was selected, and the large ball forced between Mina’s lips. The foam was slightly yielding; large enough to fill her mouth entirely and stretch her jaw wide open while refusing her the ability to spit it out. The strap running through its centre was buckled firmly about her skull, and she was led to the wall by it. After removing her leads, her owners locked her collar directly to a wall ring, employing a stout padlock to ensure her confinement, and left their slave with her cheek resting against the black tiles, suspended almost on tiptoe, as they went to dress for dinner. In their absence, Mina’s belt was commanded to keep her occupied, and the device broke into activity the moment the door hummed closed and locked.
The plugs inside her began purring and vibrating at a frenetic pitch, humming against her sex and making her strain against her various bonds, moaning with rapture as she rubbed herself against the wall, pressing her thighs tightly together. The instruments teased her perfectly, bringing her relentlessly towards orgasm before going suddenly inert. She groaned and tried to ride herself against them, desperately seeking the last few caresses that would cast her into a heady bliss.
As though responding to her wanton dance, the belt applied painfully sharp nips to her clitoris, making her squeal. She threw her head against the ring, yanking at it in an effort to break free, her shackled hands clawing at the device as it punished her grievously. Gurgling, fighting the bondage, she was left dazed and weak when the discipline finally ceased. Then the insidious belt began teasing her again.
Moaning her denial of this horrid treatment, Mina could not help but dissolve upon it again. The vibrations lifted her onto her toes, sprawling her licentiously against the wall.
The belt again ceased its manipulation of her sex, the automated device showing her no mercy, blindly obeying its programme of spiteful boredom alleviation. Then, as she sobbed and tensed with expectant dread, the toy proved its lack of pity by applying the chastisement once again. Having detected her imminent orgasm with its sly sensors, the instrument turned its wrath upon her clitoris, thrashing it with an electrical scourge to drive her passion away.
The excruciating ordeal ended a second time and Mina collapsed against the wall, tense and writhing. With a tear trickling down her cheek she smiled softly against the gag, knowing that pleasure was due her now. Even after the horror of denial, and the trial of punishing electric bites, the pleasure was a fine reward and more than paid for her suffering.
Afterwards the rote of teasing, denial and punishment was repeated again and again, reducing her to little more than a creature of base instinct, every thought driven from her and leaving only a libidinous craving. Finally the door hissed open behind her as she was waiting for another bout of punishment. With her fingernails digging into her palms she rocked herself against the belt, rubbing the crotch plate against the wall in the dim hope of acquiring orgasmic relief. The sight of the two Titans branded itself into her mind in that moment, and her sexual hunger stoked her longing for them almost painfully. In the mysteriously lost moments before climax they appeared almost divinely beautiful to her, and the timing of their entrance made her feel even more worshipfully devoted to them.
They were dressed to complement each other, matching both styles and fabric. They both wore a sleeveless halter-top of glossy black vinyl stretched tightly over their torsos and refracting the dull light of the room upon its perfectly polished surface. From beneath the tops extended Lycra leggings of a deep and luscious blue disappearing into knee-high black patent leather boots. Tethys was perched atop skyscraper heels with a slight platform to ease the rise, and a fishnet scarf was draped over both their shoulders and down their arms, secured in long opera gloves on Tethys and in short wrist-length gloves on Oceanus, both sets having had all the fingers removed. Their rings were on brazen display, and their fingernails were painted to match their leggings, the same hue reflected in Tethys’s cosmetics. Finally, both masters carried a short crop, the purple woven stem armed with a leather hoop-tip and a moulded handle.
Scarcely had Mina succumbed to the pleasure of seeing them thus than the belt vindictively began its intimate discipline once more, searing her sex and making her whole body jump. Fighting her bonds, she was forced to endure her suffering - the process of once more being dragged back away from her climax. Submerged in her woe as the ordeal finally ended and she hung limp from her bonds, she suddenly found her owners beside her, running their painted nails down her skin. The belt started its monotonous droning toil again, and she was afraid they merely intended to study her distress.
‘Is our slave ready to go to dinner?’ Tethys asked.
Mina nodded as best she could, her legs crossing as she felt herself being eased back towards a denied rapture.
‘Good,’ her mistress said, and snapped a key into the padlock.
The moment it popped open the belt ceased its work, leaving Mina aroused and hot for attention, but sealed up tight and unable to do anything about it.
‘There have been some changes of plan. It turns out Pan has a new troupe he wants to show off, and the Furies have a new game to entertain us. Most of the Titans will be there, and it will be a grand opportunity to show off our new prized pet,’ Tethys declared softly, stroking Mina’s shuddering form.
The Titans applied their leashes to her and brought her up in their wake. She walked behind them, two lengths of silver chain connecting her to her owners. She was barely aware of her surroundings as she was led from the chamber, her eyes fixed on the rear view of her masters. She watched obsessively as their bodies moved inside the tight confines of the black vinyl, her mind full of fantasies of kissing and lapping at their sexes, of tasting of their lips and their flesh. The shimmer and shift of reflected light on their fine physiques was a hypnotic charm to her indoctrinated eyes. She could not resist the allure of their rippling muscles as her owners strode boldly down the corridors leading her behind them, her own body encased in steel ribbons, her mouth still full of sodden foam. She ached with every fibre of her being to have them use her, punish her, pleasure her and bind her, for to be attended by those she loved so much was pleasure enough in itself, whatever form it took.
So enamoured was she with her fantasies that Mina was not aware of how radical her devotion had become, of how deeply in love she had fallen with her owners. She adored them knowing they possessed her entirely, her feelings for them running through her mind and filling her thoughts refusing her even the mere concept of denying them anything. All she wanted was to please them, and to make them proud of her. The empty vessel she had been was filled to capacity with licentious depravity now and overflowing with longing as a result of Project Charybdis.
The air of the hall was spiced with dozens of luscious scents and sounds, including the smell of succulent food and of latex, and sighs of agony and ecstasy.
Mina’s eyes were wide with amazement as she beheld the menagerie of decadent excess on display before her, and her mind reeled beneath the visual splendour.
The hall was a vast hemisphere that took up virtually half of this entire floor of the complex. The curved wall was broken up by large oval windows presenting a view of the garden outside and teeming shoals of real fish as well as latex-bound nymphs. The aquatic women were intently watching the events in the hall, their positions at the windows interrupted only by the need to return to the dome for air. With so many Titans present in the hall, the ocean depths had to be disappointingly devoid of playmates for the salacious slave girls, leaving them to impotently examine the festivities on dry land as they dreamed of being free of their latex shells.
Chandeliers provided a shimmering light from oval, pearl-shaped bulbs, ornate masterpieces sculpted from coral and woven with silver spun through their brightly coloured structure like veins of mercury. Across the floor shone black-and-white tiles forming the trident crest of Charybdis, writing the rune across the centre of the vast room. Along the curved wall ran a long unbroken length of table spread out with platters of food offering samples of every cuisine imaginable, while drink of every description flowed freely and was partaken of eagerly by the ranks of the Titans.
The nobility of this undersea realm were stationed on the outer edges of the table, their tall wooden thrones facing inward, the elaborately carved affairs fitted with soft leather cushions, each a majestic throne in its own right. The high backs rose up above the heads of their occupants, and were inlaid with an enamel and gem-encrusted depiction of the Titan’s personal crest, the design a more detailed rendering of the one adorning their rings. In the centre of the far wall were three steps leading up to a stage where a towering throne sat empty. Carved of black wood and stone, with white leather cushions, the throne was studded with pearls and bore the rune of Charybdis upon a swirling pool of sapphires and emeralds. A smaller, though no less splendid, chair was placed on its right side with the emblem of Scylla adorning it, the image of the terrible coiled beast formed from a mosaic of carved jade and emeralds, its eyes supplied by burning rubies. And on either side of this pivotal stage were two sets of double doors, the left door being the one through which Mina was led into the hall.
The hall was awash with the sound of Titans chatting amiably as slaves attended their appetites. The serving women wore chastity belts and stockings, the fine denier hose seamed down the back. Walking atop court shoes with towering heels, they wore shoulder-length opera gloves of Lycra and a collar identical to Mina’s. Other than these token adornments they were naked, their breasts on display as they carried trays of refreshments to those demanding them. The women were all young and beautiful, their eyes dutiful and eager.
The Titans were far less regular in appearance, testaments to personal taste and style. Each one had assumed the spirit of his or her ordained deity, incorporating it into their dress and demeanour. Some Titans Mina already knew, but they constituted a mere fraction of the amassed pantheon before her. She spotted Stheno, who sat with two other similarly dressed women, their braided tentacles of hair fixed with serpent clasps - the three Gorgon sisters. Medusa she had spied in the deep, seen now without her costume, but Euryale was a new sight to her. They were all tall and slender and their gazes were intense, a trait magnified by the serpentine contact lenses they each wore, the red irises surrounding a black slit of a pupil. In keeping with the powers of Medusa, what appeared to be a statue of a naked woman twisted into a twirling pirouette was placed behind them against the wall. But then Mina noticed tiny breathing holes in the figure’s nostrils and realised slaves gathered by the Gorgons could well find themselves artificially petrified and used as grim ornaments of stone bondage.
Poseidon was made obvious by his trident, and by the two human ponies standing behind him, their harnesses and bridles crisscrossing their bodies with a plexus of tight straps. Ringed nipples held their reigns, and their thigh-high boots ended in hooves. The pink manes of the women fell down their backs to their waists, and their eyes were blinkered so they could only see a limited portion of the feast around them.
The Arabian giant, Atlas, sat grimfaced and dour, his seven Pleiade wives standing behind him - ghosts swathed in dense layers of fabric leaving only a hesitant glint of eye visible to outsiders.
Zeus himself was a bawdy presence standing tall and proud beside his wife, Hera. The man was well into middle age, and curling locks of white hair pinned down by a gem spilled out of his golden crown. With a lightning bolt sceptre in one hand and a tankard in the other, he was regaling those about him with a bawdy tale. Hera was approximately the same age as her husband, her face serene and full of mirth as she enjoyed the feast. She had a splendid body, tempered with the allure of an older woman’s wisdom and skill. Clad in a gold latex corset and silver jewellery, she half listened to her husband and half studied the throng.
Near the father of the gods was Athena, a stern, youthful woman adorned with a contoured breastplate of polished metal, the garment almost like a steel halter vest giving her a glorious cleavage, and she wore matching steel bracers about her biceps. Her golden tresses were woven into plaits and hung over her shoulders, shimmering in the light. At her side, confined into a lowly pose, was a woman bound into the configuration of an owl. Her latex-shaped body was marked with a design of feathers, her arms folded and moulded to resemble wings, while her hooded head bore large rounded eyepieces of reflective plastic and a sculpted beak. The creature best associated with Athena nuzzled lovingly beside her, pet and companion to the nubile goddess whose hand often reached over to stroke and soothe her owl, or to feed her pieces of food.
The three Cyclops, to whom legend allocates the production of Zeus’s thunderbolts, were positioned near their lord. The three men were exceptionally tall, a trait discernible even though they were seated. Slender of body, they wore leather vests with sculpted shoulder guards embossed with an eye crafted from gems. One was made of rubies, another of sapphires and the third of emeralds. Each man wore a glass visor with a single eye set in the centre, its iris the same gem as the one in their shoulder guards.
The last deity that immediately caught Mina’s eyes was Hades. The grim lord of the underworld was swathed in a hooded leather cloak. With his eyes hidden in shadow, his gaunt jaw emerged into the light, his teeth armed with pointed prosthetics. At his side was the hound of mythology, formed from a most bizarre merging - two women gathered together into the black ragged fur costume of Cerberus. With their bodies pressed side-by-side, one of their arms and legs was strapped into the trunk of the body, leaving their other limbs free to emerge and support them, the extremities trapped within expert imitations of clawed paws. The women had clearly been held like this for a long time for they moved in perfect unison. Their heads bore the carved masks of sneering dogs, dark eyepieces hiding their gazes beneath them, their ears pricked up to points as a tail flowed from between their conjoined buttocks. Thick collars of studded leather encircled their necks, the leashes reaching up to the hand of their master and creator.
Oceanus and Tethys took in the scene, scanning it to determine who was present, and then tugged on Mina’s leashes and pulled her along behind them. Led past the maids and rows of celebrating Titans, she kept her eyes averted from them. When they arrived at a pair of vacant chairs marked with the symbols of her owners, she was drawn between them and forced down onto her knees. Settling into an erect pose, she peered over the edge of the table and continued watching the celebrations. Her leashes were threaded around the arms of each chair, keeping her locked in place as her masters had wine poured for them and began piling delectable food on their plates.
‘So, does this place do anything for you, duke?’ Tethys asked, causing Mina to look up curiously to see whom her mistress was addressing.
The neighbour to Tethys’s right was a towering man, his slender body beautifully toned by exercise. His countenance was handsome and grave, his eyes dark and foreboding and full of hidden depths. His crown bore an intricately woven plait from which jet strands fixed with beads of tungsten hung in a ragged cascade down to his waist. Rings of the same material were set in his ears and in his metal necklace. He wore vinyl trousers laced up the sides, a studded belt encircled his waist, and a glossy waistcoat hung from his broad shoulders. Bands of his favoured metal adorned his wrists, and spines of it were fixed on the straps running over his tall buckled boots. The duke held a chain-link leash attached to the throat of the woman curled up under the table at his feet. Young and exceedingly striking of visage, she had a mane of curling red hair that almost hid the gold band fitted snugly around her throat from which hung a fiery opal. Her nails were painted the same shade as her jewel, but otherwise she was naked where she lay at the feet of her owner.
‘It is Grand Duke now, Lady Tethys,’ he corrected her, his voice light but still mysteriously powerful.
‘Apologies and congratulations,’ Tethys replied.
‘But to answer your question, I am much impressed. This does Cabal considerable credit. I am tempted to downplay its splendour when I return so I will have less rivals seeking to come here.’ He chuckled, taking a draft of his drink before tossing a chicken leg beneath the table to his pet, who promptly grabbed the food and delicately devoured it. As she ate, she spotted Mina’s eyes on her and fixed her with an icy smile.
‘Heading back to the Bay?’ asked Oceanus.
‘Yes,’ the duke replied, ‘I have done what I planned in Europe and it is time to go home.’ His homesickness was obviously intense.
‘Anything you care to divulge?’ Tethys pursued the enquiry.
‘I ran some errands for Aldridge, and I also got to drop in on a close friend in England.’
‘One of the sects there?’
‘No, she is one of ours. She is in England picking up slaves to bring back for auction, although it looks as though she will be keeping the ones she has found.’
‘Why are so many Bay nobles going to England nowadays?’
‘Duke Silver found a prize filly there. Of course, she was visiting the Bay as a tourist, so he did not have to travel for her, but it set a trend and now English beauties are in demand.’
‘Oh yes, we heard about her,’ Oceanus interjected. ‘Obsidian trained her, didn’t she?’
‘Seduced, more like. Anyway, she has aroused a lot of interest, and more than pleased everyone who has had the opportunity to sample her. Though I think Duke Silver has fallen for her.’
‘You’re kidding. That fiend?’ Tethys sounded amused.
‘Yes, it is strange. I can understand it, however, for she is indeed a treat. Speaking of which, who is the new specimen you are keeping to yourselves here?’ The Grand Duke glanced down at Mina.
‘This is our latest acquisition,’ Tethys replied proudly. ‘She came in with the last batch and has been an enthralling companion for us.’
‘Tell the duke the rest,’ Oceanus’s neighbour urged. The young man was wild of visage, with short, spiked hair, the roots a striking red gradually lightening to a burning yellow. Golden rings adorned his ears and fingers, and a marvellous tattoo of a sunrise over the ocean was etched into his right shoulder. He was clad in a yellow latex vest woven with red and orange lines resembling blurred flames curling around his chest.
‘It is Grand Duke now, Helios,’ Oceanus informed him. ‘If you have to eavesdrop, at least catch all the conversation.’
‘Protective of your new pet’s reputation, are we?’ Helios retorted amiably. ‘Anyway, I think it’s marvellous you found her in that batch. Since when has any other slave here caused so much commotion?’ He waved his golden tankard in a sweeping arc to indicate the assembly, the gesture causing some of the contents to slosh over the lip and drip on the table. A maid promptly appeared as if by magic and mopped up the spill with a cloth, her actions not even noticed by the nobles.
‘You’re just glad Stheno missed her,’ Tethys commented, leaning back in her chair and running a hand through Mina’s hair. ‘You’ve been pissed at her since she beat you for the hosting of Charybdis’s birthday bash.’
Mina looked up at her owner, and returned the smile she offered her pet. She was pleased with her position here and proud to know she had elevated herself above other slaves. She had gained the attention of the noble caste, now she could capture their respect if she excelled as a slave. Looking into Tethys’s black eyes, Mina pledged herself afresh to her sensual quest, promising to forsake all notions of morality and conduct and to drown herself in a sea of excess. This way she would gain renown and all the attention she could ever desire.
‘Point one, that’s crap,’ Helios said mildly. ‘Point two, I gave up that honour for the good of all. Stheno was simply in a better position to arrange it.’
‘If you say so, Helios,’ Tethys teased, raising her eyes to the ceiling as she took a sip of wine.
‘Damn it but you’re infuriating, Tethys,’ the sun god muttered, lounging back in his chair. A serving slave caught his eye and he grabbed his short red crop. The lithe instrument bore a leather silhouette of a sun, the orb throwing out wavy peaks in all directions of varied sizes. With a capricious flick he applied it to the maid’s bottom as she passed, making her squeak and skip forward, forcing her to concentrate on her balance as the tray she held wobbled and made the glasses on it clatter. She teetered away, a rosy imprint of the sun rising across her pert cheek as she breathed in deeply, savouring the heat of the swipe.
‘So, come on, tell me then, I’m dying to know,’ said the duke, his eyes dropping to Mina, assessing her.
‘Turns out there’s some added mystery to this slave,’ commented Oceanus, reaching down to cup slave’s chin and bring her stare up to his.
She regarded him warmly, her hands folded in her lap as she kept her pose stiff, full of pride in her masters.
‘She broke out during her training,’ Oceanus went on. ‘She disabled several nobles with ease, and managed to elude capture for hours. She made it all the way to Charybdis’s chambers, somehow, despite a full search.’ His eyes never left Mina’s as he spoke, as though he were reading the script of her thoughts on her pupils.
‘Why, and how?’ quizzed the duke, sounding impressed.
‘Charybdis won’t say,’ Tethys replied.
‘Or he doesn’t know,’ Oceanus suggested, reaching for a bowl and proceeding to fill it with a tasty assortment of meat and vegetables. ‘In either event, she’s stronger than any slave we’ve seen, she learns quickly and she has phenomenal stamina.’ He laid the bowl down in front of Mina, nudging it just under the lip of the table so she could lean down and eat all she wished. A moment later he added a matching bowl filled with water. It was a repeat of the demeaning act they had forced upon her in their bedroom, but rather than resent it, Mina loved being reduced to the status of their pet. And as the conversation continued, and she drank and ate her fill, her thoughts strayed to the maid who had pleasured her so intensely during her last such dining experience.
‘A veteran slave?’ wondered the duke, drawing Fire Opal up from her position beneath the table. She stretched against his legs, rubbing her cheek over his thighs, her hands clawing at the floor as he ran his fingers through her coiling red hair.
‘No, she was virginal to such things when we gained her,’ Tethys stated. ‘She’s something else.’
‘That’s even more impressive then; I’ll bet those who missed choosing her are kicking themselves,’ noted the visiting noble as he dipped his fingers in a glass of wine and placed them to his pet’s lips. Fire Opal locked her mouth to the paired digits, letting her tongue roll around them to taste the vintage on offer.
‘And how,’ Oceanus agreed, running his hand down Mina’s spine, the delicate caress raising goose pimples on her flesh and making her shiver.
‘We’ve already been offered considerable sums and numerous favours for her,’ Tethys elaborated, catching Mina’s attention.
It was indeed like being in the old Greek myths. She was a nymph that had been noticed by the gods, and now they vied with one another to possess her. Being the object of such attention was wonderful. She loved knowing that people were talking about her. Perhaps some people were being serviced as they filled their mind’s eye with an image of her prostrate and bound before them performing whatever acts they desired. The contrast of her present life with her previous existence made her head spin with excitement, and she only wished she could overhear a conversation between nobles about her, and actually hear them offer her owners whatever they wanted for her.
‘Holding out for more?’ the duke asked, offering his own slave more wine.
‘No, I think we’ll be keeping her,’ Oceanus replied, his voice a bit dreamy.
‘Silveritus?’ the duke chuckled, referring to the fellow sect member who had lost his heart to a slave girl.
‘I beg your pardon?’ Oceanus snapped out of his reverie.
‘Falling for her, are we?’ the duke goaded.
‘There’s nothing wrong with that, it just takes the right person to come along, and even nobles of Cabal can’t ignore love, no matter who is responsible or what caste they come from,’ Oceanus responded, settling lazily into his throne. Reaching out he took his wife’s hand, and the two of them interlocked fingers as they gazed into each other’s eyes, and then down at their living possession.
Mina stared blankly at the floor wondering if she could possibly have heard correctly. Did her two masters actually love her? She had told herself she loved them, but she had trouble distinguishing between love and devotion, obsession and worship, and her sudden immersion in the world of intense emotions made her perceptions a bit unreliable. Perhaps it was a thick and virulent mixture of all four feelings that had bewitched her. But where her owners were concerned, she had thought them merely fond of her, perhaps momentarily infatuated with something new. She had not even let herself dream she meant more to them than that, in case they deserted her and broke her heart. To hear them admit their love for her before every Titan of Charybdis put a lump in her throat that nearly choked her as she struggled to hold back tears of joy.
There was a snort of derision from the duke.
‘What of you and Fire Opal down there?’ Tethys asked, turning the interrogation around.
‘That’s different,’ the duke said firmly. ‘She’s my companion.’
‘I heard you rejected offers for her from that German magnate that would have let you buy your own sect and a hundred slaves from any other sect on the globe,’ Tethys accused mildly.
‘How did you hear of that?’ the duke snapped.
‘Sources, my dear Grand Duke, sources. Just because we live under thousands of feet of water doesn’t mean we can’t put an ear to the grapevine, so to speak. Or, rather, the seaweed vine, if you want to be more accurate.’ She smiled wickedly.
‘The timing wasn’t right,’ the duke offered by way of a lame excuse, and then added ruefully, ‘although I am, perhaps, rather fond of my Fire Opal.’ He raised his glass. ‘Ladies, gentlemen and slaves, here’s to love and perversity!’
‘Life’s greatest rewards,’ commented Oceanus as he and Tethys both raised their glasses to the toast.
‘You’ll never catch me falling for one of my slaves,’ Helios scoffed.
Oceanus turned to him and tactfully changed the subject.
Mina half listened to them, monitoring the conversation as she settled down to watch the rest of the throng while occasionally enjoying another bite of the delicious food. Each mouthful was mulled over slowly, just like the memories and dreams she savoured in her mind, dwelling on everything that had transpired since her arrival here. Then her reverie was interrupted by a heavy knocking sound of wood against stone resounding through the hall.
‘Titans and nymphs of Charybdis!’ declared a strong and cheerful voice. ‘Honoured guests of Cabal!’
Mina looked towards the source and saw an athletic young man who had stepped up to the centre of the room. His hair was pinned down beneath a peaked golden hat sporting wings at the sides made of real feathers, and the same design graced the ankles of his tall golden boots. He was clad in a simple white tunic, wore copious gold jewellery, and carried the caduceus - the staff of Hermes, herald of the gods, messenger, thief, cheat, patron of music and travel, eloquence and luck. The white wooden pole supported entwined snakes around a pair of wings, and he rapped it against the floor again as he paused to make sure he had everyone’s undivided attention.
‘Welcome to this night of revelry and entertainment!’ he went on in a strong, clear voice. ‘The scheduled shows will commence shortly. But first, give your gratitude and respect to the man who made all of this possible, and who brought us all together in this wondrous place. Let us honour the man whose vision and genius gave rise to this world within a world, our most gracious and generous host, Charybdis!’ Hermes raised his staff behind him to indicate the stage.
Mina stared at the dais with breathless excitement. At last she would see the man responsible for her absolute defeat, the man who had created this undersea den of debauchery and made her a slave to it.
A panel behind the thrones opened, the hidden portal sliding aside to allow the creator of the underwater empire to stride out into the light. Everyone leapt to their feet and applauded the new arrival with genuine gusto. Mina was so excited that she sat up in an effort to see better, and banged the back of her head on the underside of the table. Sinking back down she rubbed her throbbing skull, cursing beneath her breath. She looked up at the dais again, nursing her injury, and immediately had to close her eyes and open them again to check her focus, for she was certain Charybdis should be a vision to terrify and astound. She had not seen him clearly during their confrontation, but he had defeated her, and her pride had increased his dimensions until in her mind he possessed almost superhuman attributes.
In reality, Charybdis was a man well into his forties, perhaps even older. He was of a normal, unimpressive height, his unprepossessing body swathed in ragged black robes held closed by a thick black leather belt. A diamond-and-jet rendering of his whirlpool insignia formed the buckle, and his black painted nails emerged from the cloak’s deep sleeves to hang at his side. His long black hair was tied back in a ponytail and was receding slightly, the widow’s peak accentuating his gaunt face. His pronounced cheekbones, nose and chin gave him a drawn, reserved air, and the overall effect created by his black clothes and austere countenance was that of an evil monk.
He stopped before his throne and let his pale blue eyes drift across his subjects and slaves. A deathly quiet fell over the room as all eyes rested on the man who had brought them together and fulfilled dreams none of them would ever have believed possible.
‘Welcome, friends, thank you for such a fine reception,’ he said almost humbly, as though so much attention was something he found difficult to handle and preferred his isolated existence at the peak of the dome. ‘And thank you, Hermes, for such a flattering announcement.’ Charybdis smiled as the Titan bowed deeply in response to praise from one he so obviously respected. ‘It is a pleasure to see so many of you tonight, and pleasure is our very foundation here. What makes my Titans, nymphs and honoured guests happy, elates me. I am glad we are all here to share in our passions, safe, secure, and without care or concern for that other, far more banal, world we left above us. So eat, drink, enjoy and indulge!’ He bowed to the assembly as they once more cheered and applauded their beloved host.
As the clapping began to die down, Charybdis settled into his throne. Several maids swiftly trotted up to him, sank to their knees and offered him choices from their trays. He smiled at them and selected a few items, along with a tankard of ale, as he caressed a cheek here and there. Then through the covert door behind his throne two more maids led out the blindfolded, latex-cocooned female Charybdis owned. Struggling against the inhibiting bar between her legs in her oppressive rubber cell, the woman was steered to the side of the towering throne. The maids quickly removed her umbilical from the portable supply unit trailing behind her, momentarily setting her free. The hoses were then snapped to fittings on the back of the throne, securing her once more to the side of her owner, and she was left tethered to his chair by the considerably shorter pipes, her body staggering back a little to test them as she fought the bonds at once sustaining and imprisoning her. The attendants withdrew once the woman had been fastened irrevocably into place dependent on the throne for the little life she was permitted.
Then the doors on either side of the stage opened up, allowing a new flow of people to enter. At the head of the procession came Scylla, the land-based counterpart to Charybdis, marching into the room with pride. The severe, towering female was clad entirely in white, a colour that matched her snowy hair. A glossy leotard embraced her body, the plunging neckline offering a spectacular view of her cleavage, her breasts pushed up and out into prominence by the garment’s moulded cups, and beneath them the black silhouette of a sea monster curled itself across her torso. White patent leather boots with stiletto heels reached up to her thighs, crafted to hug her legs with exquisite precision. She had no trouble walking in them, her majestic stride unaffected and emphasised by the towering footwear. Gauntlet gloves of pale vinyl left her fingers and albino nails free and rose almost to her shoulders.
Scylla walked up the stairs towards her own throne, but rather than seating herself at once, she strolled by and behind it so she could trail a hand across the compressed form of the latex mummy. The prisoner was considerably shorter than the Titan, and she reacted with convulsive jolts as strong hands appraised and squeezed her helpless flesh. And as Scylla treated herself to a sensual exploration of the wildly writhing captive, she spoke with Charybdis.
Mina watched them intently trying to imagine what it was like to be the rubber woman locked up inside a skin-tight prison. She wondered what it felt like to have pipes feeding air into her rubber-crushed body, unable to move her arms and barely able to walk, unable to see, hear and speak, free only to swelter in the costume’s hellish heat. She imagined the dim, almost lost feelings of the creature as someone manhandled her, squeezing her breasts and buttocks, running their hands all over her black rubber body while she remained completely helpless to stop them.
Within her chastity belt Mina was growing hot with rising lust, the idea of such terrible oblivion and bondage exciting her the more she dwelt on it. She continued to arouse herself with her fantasy of being the latex mummy, and cursed the fact that her belt was preventing her exacting a little relief as she projected herself into the prisoner’s plight. She groaned softly to herself as she pondered being forced to loiter at the side of Charybdis’s bed unable to sit or to lie down, barely even able to move, forced to hover and watch as others were pleasured or punished by the powerful man. She dreamed of being the rubber zombie with the zipper over her eyes open so she could see the carnal feast before her, her loins burning with an eternally unfulfilled hunger. Then she thought of herself as the one teasing the black mummy where she lay spread out and tied down across the bed as Charybdis thrust deep inside her, pulling at her hair to expose her face and her bliss to the trapped woman, showing her what she could never have. But though this fantasy was pleasing, she kept transferring herself back into the prisoner’s latex shell, becoming the more helpless and most enslaved possession of all.
Nearly blind with sexual hunger, Mina pictured watching acts of depravity as she screamed silently against her gag in frustration, her muscles burning as they strained against the thick smothering walls of her rubber confinement. Jiggling upon the accursed pole between her legs, she would try desperately to gain some sort of motion from her belt, just a hint of pleasure to banish the eternal numbness of her second skin. Wishing she could look away to deprive herself of Charybdis’s taunting hell, she would fail every time. She would watch the sight of perspiring bodies, of slick gyrating flesh, the bite of crops and canes, whips and clamps, the slow insertion of toys, and mouths agape with moans of sensual rapture. But she would remain forever sealed in her bondage, unable to perform any act she witnessed.
And she would see Charybdis glancing at her every now and then, intensifying his pleasure with the awareness of her terrible suffering, sating his sadistic glee by witnessing her soul-devouring frustration. To Mina, this would be reward enough in itself for all her torments, knowing her owner and master, the man responsible for her suffering, never forgot about her and was always aware of her; knowing she was the mysterious seed of his constant contentment.
Mina forced her eyes away from the dais and scanned the rest of the scene, her sex damp with hunger, charged with a potent longing for extreme levels of bondage. The carnival players had already set up and were performing for the amusement of the crowd under the guidance of the troupe master. Pan was a short and robust individual. From the waist down it appeared as though he bore the cloven hooves of a goat, his own legs hidden by the elaborate craftsmanship of his attire, its skill exceeding any cinematic effect. Curling horns sprouted from his brow as the bare-chested man skipped about on his hooves, clip-clopping to and fro with a wide grin streaking across his thin, feral face. His long dark hair danced with him, a few braids formed into a tangled cascade, the weighted beads bringing the tendrils to life with his bounding movements. He waved a dressage whip as though it were a baton and moved through his troupe as they performed - a collection of lithe naked females engaged in varying carnal acts. All the women were exceptionally supple, their oiled, glistening bodies those of trained gymnasts, and they used their contorting abilities to twist themselves into passionate positions few people in the room could achieve. These prurient displays of lesbian lust were works of living art that captivated the eye and filled the mind with wonder that they were able to achieve such poses without snapping themselves in half. Pan had trained them to perfection, and the sterling artists satisfied everyone with their tangled webs of limbs and energetic tongues, their slick skins slithering against each other as even toes were used to provide pleasure.
Mina watched the acrobatic orgy for a while, the titillating feats making her curse her chastity belt all the more vehemently. Then she glanced back up at the stage and caught sight of something that riveted her attention back on Charybdis and his prisoner.
The creator of this hedonistic domain occasionally removed a small palm computer from within his waterfall of tattered robes, and tapping keys, he made the latex mummy at his feet writhe and spasm against her bondage, the outfit hampering her every struggle. With amusement in his eyes, he savaged the hapless girl with sensations. Whether they were feelings of bliss or pain or both he inflicted upon her, Mina had no idea, but there was something chillingly arousing about the sight of the electronically tormented slave. Lost in her own private world of dark torment, she was utterly at the mercy of other peoples’ whims. There was no escape for her, no choices to make; all she could do was submit to the various torments of the mysterious latex suit.
As she watched the girl being relentlessly disciplined, Mina suddenly stiffened as her own belt began working against her, teasing her clitoris, rubbing it with slow, methodical precision. Her pussy seemed to dissolve and she slouched against the side of Oceanus’s chair. Thinking he had activated her belt she looked up at him, and found him still engaged in conversation. She looked to Tethys, but the woman was similarly distracted. Glancing around the hall she had no idea who was doing this to her. Then she caught a flicker of a glance from Charybdis before he turned his attention back to the struggling latex mummy.
With her eyes fixed on the stage, Mina watched the girl all the more intently now, her legs pressed tightly together, her hands clenching as she rubbed herself against Oceanus’s legs, her tongue spilling along the fabric of his leggings as she wallowed in bliss. Charybdis was doing this deliberately, making her look upon the latex-bound form while teasing her loins as though sensually programming her for a similar fate. She tried to turn her mind to other less dangerous topics, but every time she tried she came right back to images of being locked within layer upon layer of tight smothering latex... at the very verge of her climax the belt forced her excitement to subside somewhat before it began its terrible teasing again.
Writhing beneath the table, Mina caught sight of motion in the sea. The nymphs were peeling away from the window as Dryads sailed elegantly by in the background. Each carried tight mesh sacks filled with marble-sized pellets that dropped through the small vent in the base of the containers, sowing the small nuggets into the currents. The colour-marked mermaids cruised onward as the nymphs swept down beneath them, catching the morsels in their mouths, devouring the sustenance offered to them. The slow drop of nutrient pellets from the bags caused the fish to fight for the food, squirming and diving as they battled for their meal.
Mina wondered for a moment how the Rays were fed, and then witnessed a spectacular display that answered her question. She saw a woman bound into a single stem, her body sealed tight inside a glittering rainbow-hued suit, long fins trailing from her encased body. Spines like those of a fighting fish ran down her back and projected from her sides as banners fluttered slowly in the watery breeze, carried and stretched behind her by her slow, almost lethargic, passage. And following her as though hypnotised came the Rays, a dozen or so women rising up from their customary depths to trail behind her. They were following her back into the complex, where no doubt their gags would be opened briefly to allow them to be fed before they returned to the sea.
Mina watched the feeding time for a while as her sex was tickled marvellously. She wanted to go back into the sea again, to play and be played with. She did not want to be a normal nymph like the others, for even though standing out brought harsh and envious attention, she preferred to stand out and be noticed. She had misspent one existence hiding in the faceless multitudes, now it was time for her to shine and take enough pleasure in her reincarnation to make up for all that lost time. Life was short, and she had wasted enough of it already. The rest of her life would be spent wisely and selfishly on herself.
So preoccupied was Mina with the feeding in the ocean that she failed to notice the flight of the carnal gymnasts. With merry Pan leading them away, they skipped and bounded out of the hall to a round of applause she barely heard. All she was aware of was the fish women and the burning hunger in her pussy as the belt continued to arouse her. She looked back into the room just in time to see the last few sets of wiggling bottoms vanish through the doorways as a new procession began emerging.
Three women strode into the hall, each one identically dressed, their faces hidden by a featureless pane of reflective glass, the subtle contours of their masks hinting at a human visage carved from silver. Their long white hair cascaded down their backs as they walked confidently forward in perfect unison. They wore silver latex gowns, the tight-fitting bodices holding up their breasts and clinging to their torsos and hips before falling as a long, loose skirt hiding their feet from view. Opera gloves of the same material reached from their wrists to their shoulders, letting their fingers free, and their nails were also painted silver. The only way to tell the difference between them was their rings. Each one was silver, with a jet symbol set in it. One ring boasted a needle silhouette, another a yardstick, and the last a knife. They were the three Fates, the controllers of human destiny, who in the myths span, measure and cut the thread of life.
The Fates preceded a group of slaves sealed within white cat suits with full masks, so that they were little more than anonymous spectres tottering on stiletto heels. A silver collar and chastity belt had been laid over the fabric of their suits from which hung silver chains connecting them to their mistresses. The servants of the Fates brought with them a wheeled stage, the table-sized platform holding a mounted upright wheel hidden beneath a partially translucent white sheet. Mina could see that the disc was marked with some manner of decoration, but no details could be determined until it was unveiled.
The slaves moved the device into the centre of the room as another group of ghostly females emerged chained to what looked like a steel sarcophagus, the metal set with silver inlay in the form of criss-crossing intricate webs. The large, dense coffin was placed a little distance from the wheel, and at a touch to its side, the lid opened up, exposing an interior laden with strange mechanical apparatus. And more women followed the sarcophagus, each of them holding a blanket-shrouded object, some of them small, some of them much larger.
‘Titans and honoured guests, we, the Morai, offer you the wheel of fate,’ the three Fates stated in chorus, and an almost eerie hush fell over the hall. ‘Offer us a nymph and let the whim of destiny judge what becomes of her,’ they went on as with a perfectly synchronised movement of their right arms they indicated the wheel. The slaves pulled the blanket away then, and people gasped and chuckled reading the dozens of different fates a spin of the wheel could bring. Created from sections of coloured wood, each slice of the wheel bore a neat golden script sentencing the player to a variety of bizarre ordeals. Mina quickly read a dozen strokes of the cane; suspension; inversion and rubber bondage. But in addition to these more ambiguous results there were assigned roles such as Dryad; sea nymph and Ray. She wondered if these allotments were permanent or merely temporary changes imposed for the amusement of the crowd.
‘Here!’ announced a Titan, pointing to the maid currently serving him a drink. She looked up with a start, and stepped back with dread, only to have her wrists grabbed by the one who had offered her up as the first victim of the game.
Two of the ghost women walked over to the young woman and took her gloved arms, steering her out into the middle of the room, and her body could be seen to tremble slightly as all eyes fixed on her.
‘Spin the wheel!’ commanded one of the Fates.
Taking hold of it, the maid closed her eyes, said a silent prayer for luck, and pulled down on the wheel.
Complete silence descended over the chamber as the clatter of cogs sang a gradually slowing song, the blur of colour settling until various inescapable fates were passing beneath everyone’s eyes, and the girl visibly sagged with despair as she was sentenced to stocks and clamps. As soon as the pointer remained motionless over her chosen fate, a pair of latex-bound slaves yanked a cover off one of the dozen or so objects hidden from view around the room. The set of stocks that was revealed were crafted from solid steel and set on a small, wheeled base. They were exceptionally low, set to confine a slave in a painful stoop. The two upright posts held a slat to hold the victim’s ankles, with another set directly above to secure her wrists and head.
The maid was drawn forcibly over to the stocks, her legs shaking as she was shown to her place of punishment. One of the sisters followed behind her, and opened up the sliding slats so the prisoner could be secured inside them. The victim said nothing by way of protest, her training in obedience to the empire’s rules taking hold even in the midst of her fear. It was clear, however, that she still had trouble accepting the discipline so casually meted out to slaves here, her enjoyment of the realm’s more sensual delights being her primary interest. Only time would tell if she would always resist the punishments or if she would eventually come to enjoy them.
Forced down onto her knees with her back to the pillory, her ankles were placed in the grooves and the metal bar lowered and locked into place. She whimpered as she was drawn back through the stocks and her head and wrists bent forward into their grooves before also being trapped. The position would be a dreadful one to maintain, for she now had to sit on the uncomfortable metal plank running over her ankles, the semi-kneeling, semi-crouching position craning her neck forward. She pulled and tugged weakly against the metal, trying to find a way in which to gain a shred of comfort, but it was useless.
The Morai then lifted a small panel from the main supports and removed sets of clamps from within them. The steel pincers were of the kind closed by screws, the plastic-sheathed jaws broad and flat. As one of the Fates held a pair of chain-link clamps before the slave, the maids on either side of her brushed their hands over her nipples, caressing the teats to stiffen them and present a more attractive target. The slave struggled fervently as her tender nipples began to rise, and the clamps swooped in and tightened against them with turns of the screw. She grimaced and whimpered until the Fate released them, leaving the chain dangling and connecting her assets, her nipples blanching as compression began performing its relentless series of effects.
The last part of the victim’s fate was the opening of a panel in the wheeled base of the pillory and the removal of a cable that was snapped to the front of her chastity belt. Instantly, the device began the same machinations assaulting Mina, so that when the imprisoned maid was at the point of orgasm, revelling in her bondage and the ache in her breasts, she was punished with the discipline setting that ensured her descent before her pleasure once more began escalating.
‘Another volunteer?’ the Fates asked in chorus again as they gathered together by the wheel, leaving two slaves to watch over the suffering girl. The hapless contestant’s eyes were full of tears as the effects of the bondage continued escalating, her imploring stare vainly seeking pity from the women watching her chained to the site of her growing distress.
‘I have one!’ a woman announced, offering the girl on her knees beside her as the next source of amusement.
The albino wraiths strode over and gathered the girl up. Her body was encased in a mesh cat suit worn over her chastity belt, the cuffs on every extremity matching her collar. As she was set free of her leash, she was visibly trembling with a mixture of excitement and dread of what might befall her.
‘Spin the wheel!’ the Fates commanded again.
The girl quickly grabbed the wheel, and pulled on it with all her might. This slave was more eager for the painful depravity of this domain, and her eyes were fixed intently to each possible fate that slipped past the pointer as the spinning wheel slowed inexorably to a halt.
‘The web!’ the sisters declared, and the girl was immediately forced towards the sarcophagus. She was lifted and literally thrown into its spacious interior, and no sooner had she landed inside it than strips of white latex spat across the opening, the taut strips wrapping swiftly around her body. She tried to straighten up, but the random speed and application of ribbons prevented her moving at all. In mere moments she had almost vanished inside a dense web of white lines, and even the soft sounds of her dismay became inaudible as she was fully entombed, barely able to draw breath as the machine spun blindly on, running its cocooning arms across her more and more tightly, squeezing her into an ever more compact shape.
After a few minutes the machine finally stopped spinning and the interior floor began rising, lifting the bound girl into view as she squirmed in panic. A maid promptly used a small scalpel to cut some holes in the web directly beneath the victim’s nose, and she wheezed in deep, frantic breaths. She was terribly contorted, with her arms twisted and pulled up behind her, her legs extended at odd angles, a crooked pose that would surely drive her mad with discomfort.
A blanket was then pulled off a large platform, the surface of which was covered with three rows of telescopic poles, each with a small disc about a foot wide set on top of it, and the sides of which were armed with dense buckled straps. The maids lifted the webbed girl and placed her on top of one of the discs, then used the belts to secure her to it. They balanced her on the small table before it began rising, lifting her into the air and placing her on full display.
Again and again the Titans allowed their slaves to be subjected to the whims of the wheel of fate. One girl was bound to a rack while the ghost slaves continually dribbled hot wax over her as she was methodically stretched, her belt offering her pain and pleasure in addition to the straits of her sentence.
Other slaves were condemned to being bound and whipped. Others were mounted atop toys and pleasured. Others joined the web-cocooned woman, and some were sent out into the ocean.
‘Here,’ Oceanus said, offering Mina up as the next candidate.
She looked up at him aghast with fear.
‘Make us proud, slave,’ he whispered. ‘You’ll only be there for a short time, I promise.’ He smiled down at her as she was unfastened from her leash, and lifted up by two of the latex ghosts. The white-sheathed women drew her out from beneath the table and around it, leading her over to the wheel as the attention of the hall was divided between her and the various scenes of torment already on display.
‘Spin the wheel!’ ordered the Fates.
Swallowing hard, Mina grabbed the wheel and hauled it down, refusing to fear any of the possible consequences. The wheel spun around, a blur of motion before it began slowing down, the deeds that might be done to her slipping past one at a time until the needle started honing in on boot cleaner and failed to clear the border into suspension.
No sooner had her fate been decreed than she was drawn over to a newly revealed site. The blanket had been pulled off to expose a small steel box marked with the same webs decorating most of the sisters’ sinister toys. One face of the box was a hinged door, and the other side had a hole set near the floor through which she could easily slip her head, and that was placed before a small leather padded step. On the top of this same side was a red button, and a small panel beneath it read ring for service.
The interior of the box yawned open to swallow her and Mina kept her eyes on it, resisting the urge to look imploringly to her owners, ready to accept this fate if it would please them. A bra of dense latex was slipped on her and tightened so it compressed her breasts inside tight cups. She could feel lines of metal running in spirals around the sensitive skin of her assets, with an added cold presence against her nipples, and she realised the inside surface of the bra was wired.
A pair of thick metal bands was then snapped onto her arms, the six-inch tubes locking her forearms together behind her and forcing her chest out, so that her breasts were pressed even more forcefully into the punishment cups. Then she was bent over and forced into the box, able to kneel within it if she bent her head forward a little, a restriction that would no doubt soon become incredibly frustrating. Thick cables emerged from the interior to lock themselves to the back of her bra and her chastity belt, ready to take control of the implements. A chain was clipped to her collar, the lead running up to the middle of the roof of the box as another chain anchored to her body. Finally, the door was closed and locked, leaving her in near total darkness. The small amount of light filtering in through the aperture was cut off as a panel was lowered over it, sealing her in oblivion. She could hear the sounds of the feast without, so she knew there were air holes in the box, the vents well hidden and forged so as to allow her air but no light.
The metal floor was uncomfortable to kneel on, so Mina shifted herself into a squat, a position that put more strain on her bound arms. But before she could continue trying to work out an easy way in which to inhabit this tiny cell, she let loose a yowl of duress as the bra sent tendrils of shocking discomfort through her breasts, firing pulses of pain that made her nipples throb as her belt also treated her to a few virulent spikes of woe. Then the slot in the box began to open again, letting in light as the effects of the electrical punishment subsided. Assuming this to be the method of her summoning, Mina dropped forward and thrust her head out through the hole.
Directly before her eyes, placed on the step, was the foot of a Titan. Declining to look up, Mina began dutifully lapping at the knee-high stiletto boot, her tongue drifting across the patent leather and the tall inside zipper. Fawning upon the fabric she lapped and kissed it, curling her tongue around the heel for her own satisfaction, loitering on the dagger-like shape as she revelled in her degrading vocation.
Finally the boot was deemed finished and moved away, and another one promptly took its place for her devotions.
Again and again she was used like this, until her tongue ached and her breasts and sex were burning from the chafing effects of constant discipline followed by a teasing pleasure that always ended in denial. Life was reduced to licking, and a terrible aching need for relief. Her mind was boiling in her skull with the lust for an orgasm, just one climax to take the keen edge off her hunger. But the belt read her responses and stopped without fail just before she could orgasm.
An end to her torment finally came when her head was yanked back, the aperture whirred shut, and she felt the box being moved. After an initial awkward lurch she felt herself being wheeled smoothly from the room to another location. Dropping her bound arms against one wall, she slammed her feet against the opposite wall, her belly quivering as she murmured fervent prayers for release. Her legs rippled with strain as she tensed, every muscle in her loins at attention. The warmth in her sex continued to spread, the volcanic peak of eruption simmering ever closer. Screaming aloud inside the box, Mina jerked and cavorted as the belt finally let her explode with pleasure after her long denial, and her climax was so intense it was almost unbearable. Crying out in blinding ecstasy, thrashing against the box, she finally went limp, falling into the dazed torpor of a post orgasmic haze.
The box stopped and was deserted, leaving her in the empty quiet of the diminutive room, her breaths echoing in the warm interior, the air hot and humid. Lying in the cloying darkness she drifted into a shallow sleep, her familiarity with bondage letting her rest even against the stringent confinement in which she had been placed.
Shocks to her breasts and belly brought her around again with a croaking howl, and she opened her eyes. Shaking off the dregs of sleep, she stumbled forward and placed her head through the opening. She was in one of the corridors of the complex, stationed in an alcove so her face and prison were flush with the wall. Finding a set of thigh-high boots towering before her again, she licked at the panes of patent leather and latex, cleaning them as she was required to do. Licking across the delightful material, she savoured the latex tang and her own humiliation.
Once she was done, her head was hauled back inside the box and she was rewarded with a session of teasing without satisfaction. Cursing, she kicked her foot against the wall. She hated being kept frustrated, but similarly she enjoyed it, the chastity belt constantly reminding her she was owned while keeping her libido at such a peak of arousal that she would be willing to perform any act, or undergo any treatment, in an effort to satisfy it.
Time ticked by at a lethargic pace, the hot interior of the box, and boredom, making Mina test the dimensions of her cell. She tried various positions in which to sit, but not one of them enabled her to stretch out. No matter how she manoeuvred herself, she could not control the building tension in her limbs as they were kept constantly bent, and the refusal of her prison to let her stretch out gradually became more and more infuriating. Then harsh electric kisses to her breasts and belly roused her from her mental quagmire, and again the aperture opened as another passer-by decided to make use of her position. Perhaps Tethys and Oceanus were letting her experience this lowly caste in full for a while, but she dared not think they had deserted her. After all, she had heard them say they loved her.
When she stuck her head out of the box again, Mina found no boot waiting for her. Instead, hands grabbed her face.
‘You got her?’ a woman’s voice hissed.
‘Yeah, but hurry up,’ another worried voice replied.
Blinking against the bright lights beyond her dark cell, Mina saw a wall of shadowy forms moving around her.
‘Well, come on then, get it in there!’ a third voice barked.
Leather gloved hands worked with those already holding her head and began forcing a large spongy ball into her mouth, the foam already moist and acrid tasting.
‘Come on, bitch, you can take it!’ a woman commanded in Mina’s ear as she nearly retched against the gag being forced as deep into her mouth as it would go.
‘That’s it, now tape it in there.’
There was a shrill ripping sound as strips of duct tape were spread across her cheeks to seal the gag between her lips. Fighting the orb spreading open her jaws and crushing her tongue, Mina began struggling desperately, aware now that this was no permitted punishment and something was terribly wrong.
‘I think she’s starting to figure it out, girls.’
‘So what? It’s too late. She’s ours. Now let’s get this done before someone comes.’
The button was touched and she was hauled back inside the box, unable to cry out. With tears of fear filling her eyes she fought against the shackles, trying to slip the steel covers off her arms, her efforts hampered as she swayed and jerked beneath the relentless attention of her chastity belt. She fell against one side of the box when it moved suddenly, and she moaned in alarm, but she was becoming strangely light-headed, and her alarm intensified when she realised the gag was soaked in some sort of tranquillising compound.
Then abruptly the door was unlocked and she collapsed on the floor as it opened outwards. She tried to move and fight her abductors, but they knew she was a skilled warrior and had taken the necessary precautions by sedating her. She could wriggle wildly, but she could offer no real opposition to their wishes, only entertain them with her desperate struggles. There were five women in all, each of them sheathed from head to toe in long flowing robes of black leather. She could guess from the narrow mesh slit across their eyes, from their leather gloves and tall stiletto boots, that they were the same wives she had seen with Atlas upon her arrival here. Did the Arabian lord now wish to reclaim the prize he had overlooked? The mere thought of being taken away from her beloved owners and kidnapped drove Mina into paroxysms of despair.
‘How’s the tranquilliser working?’ one of the women asked, looking down at Mina where she lay sprawled writhing at their feet.
‘It’s working fine,’ reported another as she leant down and lifted one of Mina’s arms. She shook it by the wrist and watched it flop back and forth. ‘She’ll stop struggling in a minute or two.’
‘Okay, bring the substitute,’ snapped another girl, and yet another accomplice let out a soft whistling summons.
The last two wives stepped out from around the corner, looking furtively from left to right. Between them they held a young woman, her head encased in a latex hood with nothing save a hole left for her mouth. The hood was held in place by a steel collar similar to Mina’s, and she wore the same style of chastity belt.
‘They don’t look very much alike. You sure this’ll work, Maia?’
‘Shut up, of course it’ll work. She’ll be in the box with a hood on. Who’ll be able to tell until it’s too late? Now get them swapped, fast.’
Forcing the blind girl down beside Mina, the hands of the women worked quickly. They snapped open her arm restraints and punishment bra, transferred them to the surrogate, and locked them before adding the cables and collar chain.
‘Have fun in your new prison, slave, and remember, if you speak, you set off your belt, and it’s at maximum setting, so you won’t enjoy that at all,’ Maia warned as she ushered the girl into her new cell. As Mina’s replacement she was locked within the box, which was slipped back into the alcove, unable to broadcast her true identity or complain lest she set off her belt, a distress that would almost certainly render her unconscious.
‘Okay, get her up,’ Maia commanded, her hidden eyes fixed on the form now sprawled motionless across the floor before them. ‘Electra, give us the spare robes.’
Mina wanted to beg them for mercy, to ask them not to do this, not to take her away from those she loved. Tears were running down her cheeks and her heart was full of sorrow at the thought of losing her beloved owners. She did not want to be with anyone else; she wanted her masters, and she wanted to remain theirs forever.
‘So, this is the slave everyone’s talking about, the great escape artist, Mina,’ Maia said derisively, lodging a toe under Mina’s side. She flipped the helpless girl onto her back, and placing her boot into her cleavage applied more weight, digging the heel painfully into her bosom and asserting her dominance. ‘Blubbering like a baby, what a joke. Doesn’t look so tough to me.’
One of the women quickly removed a spare set of robes from within her voluminous folds of leather.
‘Get this bitch into them,’ Maia ordered impatiently.
Instantly Mina was forced to her feet and into the robes, which completely hid her identity. The whole time she was being dressed she tried to stop them, hampering their efforts in the hope someone would come along and discover them.
‘Wait,’ Maia snapped, and pulling on one of Mina’s nipples twisted it mercilessly. ‘Do I have your attention, slave? Good. Now be an obedient little bitch and do what we want you to do.’ She slapped Mina’s cheek, making her head loll to one side.
The women continued their work, bending her weak limbs as was required to seal her in the cool interior of the garment. It was tightened into a more snug fit, and the visor straightened.
‘There, now let’s get her to the rendezvous.’
They started marching back down the passages with their captive supported between them so she would be indistinguishable from the rest of them. As she was half carried, half stumbled along, Mina gathered her composure. Sniffing back her tears she calmed her emotions and tried to think about what she could do to save herself. Resurrecting a shred of her old calculating self, she promised to find a way out of her new captivity. She had done it once before and she could do it again. Someone would slip up eventually, and she had all the skills she needed to escape and run back to her beloved Tethys and Oceanus. They would be more careful with her in the future, so perhaps what was happening was a good thing, in a way. Her masters would appreciate her even more after losing her and missing her, and she would show them how much she loved them by returning to them after another daring escape. They would keep her close after that to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.
Mina glanced at the women around her through an obscuring curtain of tight mesh, slightly embarrassed by the weakness she had displayed before them. She vowed it would not happen again, and above all she vowed to make their leader, Maia, pay for humiliating her like this.