The women finally came to a stop and one of them stepped towards a door. Looking covertly over her shoulder to ensure they were alone, she removed a ring from within her robes. It was a skeleton key used to open virtually all doors, allowing its owner to venture wherever she wished.
Mina was ushered quickly into a room, and the door was closed and locked in their wake. The lights of the chamber rose to a subtle intensity, revealing what looked to be a sort of guest bedroom. To the left was a large bed, black satin sheets stretched across its sprawling surface, a line of pillows placed against the headboard. A squat post at each corner rose approximately two feet, the wood fixed with a semi-circle of metal for restraining slaves. A soft black carpet ran across the floor all the way up to the blue metal walls on which lamps in the form of leaping fish gave off a soft light. No windows were evident; the room was an interior dwelling, and had an air of being rarely used. A dresser stretched the entire length of one wall, a large mirror hanging above it. The room was definitely equipped for use as both a place of rest and of restraint, for rings had been set in the ceiling and others riveted into the floor, making it easy to create masterpieces of bondage.
Mina was thrown across the floor. She tried to get up, but her limbs failed her as she struggled against the effects of the sedative.
Maia stepped before her, and once more jabbed a boot in her side. She then transferred it to her captive’s taped cheek, and ground the sharp heel down to make her moan and writhe, sighing with pleasure at the sight of another woman figuratively crushed beneath her boot.
From her lowly position Mina could see Maia reflected in the mirror over the dresser, her view obscured but not denied by the mesh visor. Her captor was probably one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Her body was a glorious sculpture, curvaceous and exquisitely feminine, her full breasts capturing the eye and refusing to let them go. With a short bob of luscious red hair crowning her alluring countenance, the woman’s ice-blue eyes were fixed on Mina. Her thigh-high leather boots were zipped on the inside, and complemented by shoulder-length opera gloves of polished hide. Her entire torso was naked save for jewellery, her nipples and clitoris pierced by golden hoops, the clitoral ring plainly visible because of her hairless sex. Around her neck was a steel collar, and in her hands she held a small metallic tube like a lighter but with a button on top.
‘It’s okay to take your robes off, girls,’ Maia announced, and after a spiteful shove she stepped away from Mina and walked over to the bed. She spread herself across it, luxuriating in the cool sleekness of the satin.
‘Thank God the master didn’t put the full uniform back on; those new bra cups are really painful,’ Electra commented, extracting herself from within her uniform to reveal a sultry beauty beneath with perfectly straight dark-brown hair, and she was ‘dressed’ exactly like Maia.
‘You should have seen the ones we had to wear last year for that party in Zeus’s place,’ Celaeno added, unwrapping herself to reveal a young Asian girl, her tawny skin adorned with the same boots, gloves and collar combination. Her hair was bleached to a pale blonde and fell smoothly down to her pierced breasts.
‘That’s only because he’s so promiscuous,’ Taygeta commented. ‘The master wanted us only for himself and ensured we would remain faithful to him that way. Merope overheard him talking on the intercom about it.’ She revealed herself as a tall, slender woman of mixed heritage, her light-brown skin smooth as silk, her body supple and well toned. Her hair was bleached a striking white and cropped to form a spiky bristling carpet over her skull.
‘That’s right, but I don’t blame him. Zeus would have been on us in a flash without them.’ Merope, another Asian girl, was a little taller and older than Celaeno. Her hair was the same length but left a natural shimmering black, and across her bottom faded welts were visible.
‘I understand that, but he could at least have left us home; I’d have rather he put me in suspension than make me wear that again,’ said a lithe Indian beauty whose dark hair was pulled back into a plait that cascaded all the way down past her buttocks.
‘You’d rather have suspension than sex any day, Alcyone,’ mocked the last woman. She was tall and solidly built, her dark skin clinging to alluring muscles. A mane of tightly curled black hair fell around her voluptuous features down to her shoulders.
‘You’re such a bitch, Sterope,’ Alcyone said sweetly. ‘So, what shall we do while we wait, Maia?’
‘Get that out of the robes first,’ Maia replied.
Electra and Taygeta moved in on Mina, and pulled the leather robes off her, exposing her.
‘We’ve got plenty of time, the master won’t come until he thinks it’s safe,’ their leader added, and rising from the bed, she walked back over to Mina. ‘Let’s string her up. I want to whip her breasts and see what she’s made of.’ She was the head wife here, and jealously guarded her position as Atlas’s favourite.
‘You think that’s wise?’ Merope asked with a hint of concern. ‘It will leave marks...’
‘Congratulations, Merope, I’ll be using you to warm up my whip arm,’ Maia snapped.
‘Maia, no, please, I haven’t healed from the last time!’ The Asian girl whined, suddenly looking distraught as her hand absently traced the residual marks on her buttocks.
Maia ignored her protest and continued issuing her orders. ‘Electra, Celaeno, get her strung up for me, and make it uncomfortable.’
‘Yes, Maia,’ they said in unison, and pranced off on their high boots to the drawers, fishing around inside them for what they sought - ropes and cuffs.
‘Oh God, please don’t, not so soon,’ Merope sobbed, aghast that she had to suffer Maia’s sadism yet again.
‘Shut up, Merope. You whine too much. Now, Sterope and Taygeta, I want you to get Mina up next to her, back to back, so they can feel each other suffering. I’ll give them both a good thrashing, and then I think we’ll have a little strap-on party. I want to fuck this cute little bitch in every hole she’s got before the master gets here.’ She bent over and sank her hand into Mina’s hair, lifting her head up so she might more easily study her face. Mina grimaced but remained calm, chewing on the gag imprisoning her voice. ‘And if she’s a good little whore, and shows us just how lowly she is, I might even let her off from another whipping, or even a caning. Wouldn’t that be fun, slave? A nice hot cane across those pert cheeks after they’ve been fucked?’ She smiled, tormenting her victim with a forewarning of what she could expect.
Mina stared back at her without flinching, and even managed a snort of derision. She knew she was going to irk Maia even more with her defiance, but these women had taken her from her beloved owners, and there was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction of breaking her.
‘Oh, a little tough girl, are we? Think you’re the greatest thing to hit Charybdis since Aphrodite, do you? Well, I’m going to make you beg me for mercy. I want to hear you whimper, bitch. I want you grovelling at my feet and crying a river of tears.’ She let Mina’s head fall to the floor again. ‘See this, tough girl?’ she queried, holding a device directly before Mina’s veiled eyes. ‘This is the control for your belt. There’s only one setting, though. See if you can guess which one.’ She caressed a leather-clad finger across the button. ‘I want to hear you scream, and you will. I’ll make you cry out eventually, even if I have to abuse you all day.’ She picked at the corner of the tape across Mina’s cheek, and then abruptly ripped it off.
Mina forced her tongue to the ball and pushed it out. The sodden orb dropped before her, finally allowing her mouth the delicious pleasure of closing. She licked her tingling lips and turned her gaze up to Maia. ‘Screw you,’ she muttered.
‘Not likely, bitch. That’s for me and my friends to do to you later.’ She patted Mina’s head in a condescending manner. ‘But seeing as you’re feeling so feisty as to insult me, perhaps you’re ready for a little dose.’ She thumbed the button on the control.
Mina gritted her teeth and fought to keep quiet as her loins were subjected to the lashing kisses of the belt. The hot spines ate at her sensitive passages, making her jerk and spasm against the floor. Using all her strength to remain quiet, she snorted in agonised breaths and weathered the storm. She would not give in. She would show this woman just how strong she was. She would rewrite the definition of fortitude. When in the loving slavery of her owners she had felt free to shriek and struggle, but this was war and Mina never lost, not to anything or anyone.
Maia watched her with an intrigued expression that gradually transformed into one of annoyance, as Mina remained silent. Releasing the device with a vexed gesture, she nudged her with her boot again, her hands on her hips as she nearly growled, ‘Well, as you intend to try and prove yourself my superior, let’s see just how much you can take when we start on you in earnest. String her up.’
A whimper of distress caught Mina’s ears, and she looked across to see Merope being forced to the floor beside piles of rope. Then Sterope walked up to her and lifted her slack form off the floor, the powerful black woman carrying her almost effortlessly and setting her down beside the miserable Asian girl.
‘You’d best not antagonise her,’ Sterope whispered in Mina’s ear. ‘She’ll be merciless with you if you do.’
The women positioned their captives across the floor back to back.
‘Get this stuff off her, Electra,’ Maia ordered, and Mina’s cuffs, collar and belt were removed, leaving her utterly naked. As the chastity belt was pried off her, Mina arched her back slightly and gasped, the flight of the dildos from her smouldering orifices coming as a welcome relief.
A metal bar was placed between the splayed legs of the two prostrate girls, with the pole pressing against the backs of their ankles. A hoop at each end and in the middle turned it into an effective spreader bar, and coils of rope were brought into play that wound around their joints and locked their legs to the pole.
‘Little Merope here will do better than you because she’s so small. Less weight on her ankles, you see. But you... oh you’re not going to like this one little bit,’ Maia promised, crouching beside Mina’s head and running her hand along her victim’s naked body. ‘Okay, get them up,’ she commanded, and a rope was attached to the centre of the pole before being cast through a hoop in the ceiling. Two women began pulling on it from opposite directions, hauling in the slack and lifting the two bound girls from the floor in small jolts. Mina scowled as her ankles were used to haul her up, her legs spread wide, until her whole body was suspended from them and she could feel the other girl’s distress as their bottoms wriggled against each other’s.
‘Let them share a crotch rope,’ Maia said.
Her assistants took up a length of slender, abrasive rope, which they placed over Mina’s navel and started wrapping tightly around her waist, lodging the coils over her hips. She winced beneath the rough treatment but did nothing, her arms hanging down so her hands rested gently against the floor. The two lengths were knotted at her front and slipped between her legs so the rope dug into her sex as it was pulled over Merope’s loins. A harsh yank ensured the abrasive material cut sharply into the vulvas of the two suspended slaves, and another knot was tied. Then the rest of the rope was quickly tightened around Merope’s trim waist, locking the girls together, their bottoms pressed tightly against each other’s, so that if one of them clenched her cheeks the rope would chafe them both.
‘Bind their hands now,’ Maia said quietly, watching the restraining process with intense interest.
Mina’s arms were taken and dragged back around the other girl’s body, and her wrists were tied together against Merope’s belly. Then her partner’s slim arms were bound in a similar fashion, her small hands hovering just over her crotch.
‘There, are we all nice and cosy now?’ Maia asked mockingly, and wrapped a single rope around their chests. Pulling it tight, she looped it around the girls again above and below their breasts, squeezing the flesh through its coarse jaws and pressing their backs tightly together.
Mina could feel the sensations in her breasts rising, yet she knew she could hold out, she just had to be strong, to resurrect her old professional grit, banish her doubts and dedicate herself to the coming ordeal.
‘Nice tits,’ Maia said, cupping Mina’s left breast and caressing it. ‘But they’ll be much more attractive once I’ve given them a good flogging,’ she added, and walked over to the dresser. Rummaging through a drawer she selected a wooden rod with a tip from which spewed a bushel of long woven leather thongs.
‘Oh Christ, Maia, no, not that one!’ Merope begged, uselessly struggling against her bonds.
‘So, you remember the first thing I used on you, eh, Merope? How nice. It’s like a piece of nostalgia for you. Look on it as a reunion with an old friend.’ Maia teased cruelly, running her fingers through the leather strands and separating the slender coils as she wandered slowly back towards her victims.
‘Maia, please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t use that, please!’ Merope sobbed, her legs fighting the suspension and her small frame writhing against Mina.
‘That’s it, Merope, get all the words out now, because the moment I start all you’ll be able to do is scream.’
‘No!’ she wailed as Maia stepped back, lifted her arm around, and brought the leather coils swinging down through the air. Then she screamed as they made contact with her breasts, licking her skin with over a dozen searing tongues. She screamed again and again, bucking like a wild thing as Maia flogged her repeatedly, raining a blizzard of scorching blows across her pert breasts.
Mina could feel Merope’s fevered perspiration against her skin as she was abused, and the fear of her own imminent castigation intensified as she heard and felt her partner’s pain.
The other Pleiades had retired to the bed; the five women were reclining against the silk sheets idly playing with each other, their smooth forms hugging languidly as they listened to the sounds of another girl’s anguish filling the room.
Mina frowned as the jerking of the crotch rope made it ride deeper into her labia, chafing her terribly. Her hanging breasts were aching and her legs were throbbing, the ligaments and tendons stretched to their limits, her joints welling with small storms of suffering as she began to lose feeling in her feet. Then finally the assault on Merope ceased and the girl went completely limp against Mina even as her body shook reflexively with shock.
‘Now what do you say, Merope?’ Maia asked sweetly.
‘Thank you, mistress, thank you so much,’ Merope whispered, kissing the whip as it was offered to her lips.
‘And now for you,’ Maia said in a purring voice as she walked around to face the inverted form of Mina.
Mina was scared, but also exhilarated. Her previous punishment sessions had been loving ones, and even the most severe experiences had been inflicted on her with care. But now she was going to be beaten by a true sadist, by someone who felt nothing but contempt for her, by someone who would not temper her blows with concern or show her any mercy, no matter what she said or did. She was completely at this woman’s mercy, and the thought proved a powerful aphrodisiac.
‘Ready for your flogging, slave?’
‘If you’ve got enough energy left for it,’ Mina retorted mildly.
‘We’ll see if that mouth is just as cocky after this!’ Maia replied with venom, and swung the whip around with vicious force.
The hot burst of suffering that flashed through Mina’s breasts was more intense than she would have thought possible. Gasping in shock she had to hold her breath to endure it, and still she came dangerously close to screaming.
The whip swung back and down again, the long coils humming through the air just before they lashed her breasts.
Mina jerked and strained against her bonds, her eyes screwed shut, her teeth grinding against each other.
‘Come on, bitch, I want to hear you wail.’ Maia thrashed her again, slapping the whip’s tentacles across the other girl’s defenceless assets.
Mina’s flesh was alive with a harrowing heat that flared through her bosom and made her nipples feel as though they were made of molten lead. Although it did not seem possible, each successive stroke added to her store of agony, and made it harder and harder not to vent her suffering in a scream. Her body began glistening with perspiration, her face flushed from hanging upside down and from straining to keep quiet. Each spasm of her body made the crotch rope grate even more painfully against her labia, each useless attempt she made to double up and protect herself denied by the other woman tied against her. The need to scream welled in her lungs, creeping up her throat with every stroke of the accursed implement, stretching treacherously towards her larynx. Her efforts found new vitality, however, when she heard Merope begging for Maia to stop, the sawing effects of the rope through her sex making the girl sob and plead for an end to the punishment. And each thrashing response Mina made against her bonds punished Merope, too.
Finally the beating stopped, and her breasts throbbing, wheezing for breath, Mina slowly opened her eyes. Blinking away her tears, she saw Maia panting and rubbing her whip arm. She could not believe how beautiful this despicable woman was. It was a blessing to be captured by her, and though she longed to return to her owners, she was more than ready to spend some time in Maia’s sadistic care. She wanted to see how far she could be taken, how much pain she could sustain, and how deep into absolute slavery she could go. Maia could be a means to experience a level of degradation and humiliation Oceanus and Tethys would never inflict upon her, their love for her softening the edge of their brutal appetites. Watching Maia, she felt her libido kick into new levels of need, and suddenly the terrible whipping felt like a wonderful thing. Her sense of accomplishment at having exhausted her abuser, of having effectively defeated her, was powerfully arousing. She wanted more of this unrestrained abuse, she longed to endure the unbearable, and so she set about rousing her tormentor’s resentment even more.
‘Is that all you’ve got?’ Mina panted, and managed a dry laugh through her parched lips.
‘Bitch!’ Maia hissed, and flinging her arm back skimmed the whip against Mina’s breasts, tearing into her with all her vindictive rage.
Mina’s mouth opened wide, her jaws stretched in a silent scream, her eyes screwed shut as she emitted a long sibilant hiss of exhalation.
‘Come on, scream, scream, you whore!’ Maia ranted, her fury giving her the strength she needed to continue beating Mina. ‘Scream or I’ll whip these right off!’ Her face was flushed and her jaw quivered as beads of perspiration ran down her naked breasts, her red hair clinging to her damp cheeks in fiery strands. And yet she finally had to give in and admit defeat, her body quaking with rage and weariness, her eyes full of hate as she regarded her silent victim while rubbing the throbbing bicep.
‘Oh, the terrible pain,’ Mina moaned, and chuckled sarcastically.
Maia stepped right up to her, reversed the angle of the whip, and forced the handle down into her sex, sinking it between the twin strands of rope deep into her cleft. ‘Here, hold this for me,’ she said, and turning the handle sharply made Mina spasm as though it were a lever controlling her motions, each twist and turn making her body jolt.
Then Maia stepped back.
Mina hung slack, her pussy aching from the rude penetration. Yet a smile touched her lips, the dense cloud of pain enveloping her making her shudder with a bizarre sense of rapture. She felt wonderful. She had defeated the brutal woman. She had taken a thrashing few other slaves could endure without begging for mercy. She had proved she was not like the others. Giddy with pride, she watched her tormentor rummaging through a drawer, her every gesture full of controlled rage.
‘So you can take a whipping,’ Maia said breathlessly. ‘Well, let’s see what else you can take. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll wish you had screamed when I told you to.’ She strode back towards Mina carrying a tackle box loaded with weapons to use in her quest to break Mina’s defiant spirit.
‘If you keep boring me with your empty threats,’ Mina replied just as breathlessly, ‘I might just scream to shut you up.’ She laughed to hide the agonising pangs the suspension and punishment were causing her. Yet still she craved more. She wanted to go deeper, to taste depraved delights as she never had before.
The women on the bed had sat up and were watching the punishment with riveted attention, surprised and shocked by the way Mina was belittling Maia. They had all suffered under Maia, and they knew they could not have sustained such torture without breaking.
‘Maia, can you please let me down?’ Merope begged. ‘You’re—’
‘Quiet!’ Maia grabbed the rope between their crotches and forced it down, digging it into their hot vulvas all the more savagely.
Merope cried out in supreme distress and sobbed her apologies as Mina growled and endured the spiteful attack, her inner muscles clinging to the whip handle still sheathed inside her. It was wonderful to be treated with such casual disdain, to be seen as nothing save a vessel of torment.
‘Now, little miss smart ass, let’s see you laugh these off.’ Maia set the box down and flung open the lid. She reached inside and extracted a set of fierce-looking clover clamps, each one bearing a stern weight - a leaden teardrop bristling with an array of slender pins. The sinister jaws opened and closed in on one of her nipples, gathering it up and then slowly closing in on it in a ferocious bite. Mina gurgled softly as she felt the compression take effect, the clamps squeezing the peaks of her breasts and making them throb with an icy fire as the weight hung from her suspended mounds. Her other nipple suffered the same treatment, and then with casual indifference, Maia drew the whip out of Mina’s sex and showed her a third clamp before lifting it up towards her vulva.
Mina’s breath quickened as she felt the cold jaws brushing her clitoris, the nugget of flesh already raw from the attentions of the crotch rope. Using her fingers to part the woven coils, Maia snapped the implement’s jaws around the raised and raw bud, causing Mina to whimper and nearly choke on her cries, which she was almost unable to hold back. The need to scream was an ocean pressing on the crumbling dam of her tenacity as the weight dragged at her clit and the spines stung her belly.
‘Still laughing?’ Maia asked quietly. ‘Maybe you need to be warmed up some more.’ The vicious woman removed a pair of latex gloves from the box and drew the protective sheaths over her leather ones. ‘I’m sure you recognise this?’ She removed a tube of extra-strength embrocating cream from the box. Unscrewing the lid, she smeared a generous measure across her middle finger, and the acrid chemical smell of the substance wafted up Mina’s nostrils, reminding her of her last infernal encounter with it. Maia’s finger traced it across her clamped clit, wiping it through the ropes and along the length of her vulva. For a moment nothing seemed to happen, and then fires were ignited as the cream penetrated her skin and bored into her nerve-endings. The terrible heat scorched her sex, making her spasm and whine softly, her teeth grinding as she snorted in air in order not to let it out in a scream, her face reddening even more and tears flowing from her eyes as she fought the impossible urge to double up. Even so, Merope cried out as she was bent backwards, Mina’s strength and response to the pain causing her considerable distress.
‘Maia, please, she’s going to snap me in half!’ Merope wailed, unable to withstand the accidental abuse visited on her by her partner’s pain.
‘Oh, you want some too, Merope dear? Fine, there’s plenty for you both.’ Maia seemed happy to hear someone begging for mercy.
‘Oh no, don’t! I—’ Merope froze as Maia wiped her embrocated finger against her sex, and then she began struggling again, screeching as she begged to have the burning cream wiped off.
Mina managed a weak smile and devoted herself to relishing the abuse, to somehow enjoying the terrible fire coursing through her pussy into her womb and all the way up to her clamped breasts.
Maia smeared another quantity of cream across her finger and forced it into Mina’s anus, wiping it inside and out, thrusting the digit deep into her clenched sphincter.
The same searing pain spread through Mina’s nether regions, the smell of the substance distinct and terrible in her nostrils as Maia continued driving her finger back and forth through her ring, working it deep into her tight passage.
‘Why won’t you do as you’re told?’ Maia demanded, grabbing Mina’s hair and shaking her head with frustrated rage.
‘Because, you don’t deserve me,’ Mina gasped. ‘You’re not good enough to defeat me.’
‘You fucking bitch, how dare you? I’ve broken women far stronger than you! I’ve—’
‘I hear no screams. I guess they weren’t all that tough, after all. Either that, or you’re not as good as you think your are.’
‘Everyone out!’ Maia yelled.
No one moved.
She wheeled around to face the other Pleiades on the bed. ‘I said go in the other room and get ready. Move.’
The other slaves leapt off the bed and hurried out of the room, using one of the covert doors to make their exit. Then the dense portal slid back into place, and locked itself.
The moment they were alone, Maia sank to her knees before Mina’s inverted head. ‘All right, all right, I see why everyone’s been so interested in you. You’ve taken more than any slave I’ve ever seen. Are you happy now? Can you stop tormenting me now?’ Her words were choked with tears.
Mina opened her eyes and saw the woman was actually weeping. The way she had belittled her sadistic skills had upset her terribly. Maia was accustomed to being in control, to being the favourite. Mina’s capacity to enjoy and seek any sensation, be it pleasure or pain, threatened her position, and she was terrified.
‘Damn it, don’t replace me, please,’ Maia begged, tears running down her mortified face, her body shaking with a level of fear Mina had not seen even in those she had been about to execute in her old career. This woman valued her position more than life itself, and Mina had unwittingly almost usurped it.
‘I - I’m sorry,’ Mina whispered, her desire to forge a perfect sadistic mistress from this woman falling like a deck of cards. The two of them were more alike than she had believed. They wanted to excel, to be the favourite, as most slaves probably did, but Maia had achieved it, and now she was terrified of losing her position. At present she was a sultry beauty, but she knew time was passing, and as age dwindled her looks she was paranoid another would replace her as the favoured slave.
‘It’s too late now,’ Maia moaned. ‘I’ve lost the respect of the others. They’ll only listen to you now. They know you’ll impress the master, and so they’ll want to ingratiate themselves to you. Now I’ll be the one being ordered around and abused by them. They’ll want revenge for all the things I’ve done to them.’ She let out a choked sob and buried her face in her hands, openly weeping with despair.
Mina looked at the wretched form before her and then at the door. It was thick, but not thick enough to block out screams. In all likelihood the women had not heard Maia’s breakdown and confession, even though they undoubtedly had their ears pressed to the door.
Shaking her head with disbelief that she was actually going to do this, Mina opened her mouth and screamed as loudly as her lungs permitted, over and over again. As soon as she ran out of air she sucked in a quick breath and began hollering again, using the pain she was in to augment her sounds of distress. It felt good to howl, the discomfort in her loins and breasts and legs making it easy to articulate her distress.
Maia almost fell over from shock at the sudden noise, startled by it and confused.
‘Maia, please stop, I’m begging you, stop!’ Mina cried. ‘I’ll do anything you say, anything!’
Maia rubbed her eyes free of tears and sniffed back her sorrow, a smile of gratitude spreading across her lips as she realised what Mina was doing.
Breaking into a series of sobs and breathless petitions for mercy, Mina continued playing her part.
‘Why are you doing this?’ Maia finally asked, caressing Mina’s cheek almost adoringly. ‘You know I can’t let you go.’
‘I know you can’t let me go. Just keep me as your slave. I won’t hold my cries back any more, I promise. Just use me as you wish,’ Mina said quickly, and then returned to screaming for mercy.
‘But what about Merope?’ Maia said in dismay, her hope of saving face and preserving her position crumbling. ‘She’ll betray us.’
‘Not if she knows what’s good for her,’ Mina hissed, and stretched herself upward, hauling with her arms and making the girl attached to her cry out in anguish as she was contorted by Mina’s considerably stronger physique. ‘You hear that, slave? You keep your mouth shut, or you’ll have the both of us to answer to.’
‘Yes, yes, anything you say!’ Merope wailed.
‘That’s Mistress Mina when we’re alone, slave,’ she said firmly, and used her aching muscles to further afflict the other girl.
‘Yes, Mistress Mina,’ Merope whispered miserably.
‘Good girl.’ Mina relaxed.
‘Oh, thank you, thank you so much, Mina,’ Maia declared with an outpouring of emotion, sinking to her knees and cradling Mina’s inverted head in her hands. Their lips met, and they exchanged an amorous kiss. The bizarre nature of it almost made Mina laugh, for here she was, hanging from her ankles tied to another woman, her torso and hindquarters punished by ropes, cream and clamps, her breasts whipped until raw, and now her abuser was kissing her with heartfelt appreciation.
Maia finally stood up again, her tall boots filling Mina’s vision, the leather rippling with the play of her muscles as she began to work. ‘I’ll get these off you,’ she said, beginning to untie the knots of the crotch rope.
‘And I’ll give you a few more screams,’ offered Mina, scowling slightly as the rope came away from her chafed labia. Then the clamp on her sex was taken up and opened, and the sudden release of tension caused a rush of sensation to pour back into her throbbing flesh. She stiffened and howled, the intense pain enabling her to produce a true ear-piercing scream. The clamps at her breasts were removed next, and her shrieks continued for several minutes as she exaggerated her feelings. The breast bondage was unwound, and Mina moaned in earnest. Then their hands were set free and the two suspended women were lowered back to the floor, where they crumpled in enervated heaps. Maia quickly unfastened their ankle bonds and reached down to help Mina up onto her knees, leaving Merope where she lay.
Mina found her limbs full of aching waves of sensation, the effects of the suspension lingering in her flesh, her muscles hot and strained from fighting the ropes. Marks ran around her ankles like purple tattoos, but the feeling of eerie pride, of having battled insurmountable odds and won, was so distinct it elated her, emphasised as it was by her charity and consideration for another. She gathered herself together, her head swimming now that her body was turned the right way up, forcing her scrambled equilibrium to readjust.
Maia crouched down before her, the polished hide of her boots issuing a soft squeak as she settled in and offered Mina her hands.
Mina took them, and held on to them for balance amidst the throbbing pulses of lingering agony coursing through her abused flesh, and the agonising pins-and-needles in her feet.
‘Are you okay?’ Maia asked with concern.
‘It’ll pass in a moment,’ Mina replied, her downcast gaze locked to the black leather leading up to creamy thighs. Maia was truly gorgeous, and Mina spontaneously decided to avail herself of that which she had just saved. Rising, she shuffled forward a little so she was looking down on the other woman. Shifting her thighs apart for added stability, she gazed down into Maia’s face. This woman was no brutal nemesis; she was a slave just like everyone else here. It was only because of her astounding looks that she had gained a measure of authority and was now loathe to let it slip through her fingers.
Closing her palms around the gorgeous face, Mina bent over and lifted it towards her own. Their lips met and parted, and their eager tongues emerged to embrace each other, the slick organs rubbing fondly against one another.
Maia’s hands reached around Mina and took hold of each of her buttock cheeks, clasping the firm flesh with her leather-clad fingers, her back dipping into a deep arch as she was held by her head and served up to her victim’s ravishing kisses.
Mina took an upper lip between her teeth and sucked on it before raining kisses on Maia’s cheeks, simultaneously letting a hand drift down and caress the woman’s lush breasts. The nipples were stiff with passion, and Mina relished her hunger for this new and radiant flesh. Turning the nipple rings, she gently manipulated the steel hoops to add to Maia’s pleasure. Then she stroked her cheek and ran her fingers through her soft red hair.
Maia continued to fill her hands with Mina’s bottom as her tongue tasted each of her nipples in turn, seemingly indecisive of which one to concentrate on. The stern whipping had made them incredibly sensitive, and spiced each rush of pleasure with a touch of pain, a mixture Mina found exceedingly palatable. ‘Turn around, I want to taste your ass,’ she stated bluntly.
Maia quickly turned around and spread her legs, offering her bottom up to the air as she leant forward.
Mina sank to her knees and slipped a hand between her legs in response to the sight before her, almost swooning at the glorious image of pure round buttocks aimed at her supported by slender thighs. ‘God, you’re gorgeous,’ she hissed through her teeth, her finger riding up through her own moist sex as she looked. Then her other hand began groping at Maia’s proffered loins. First she squeezed and kneaded the sumptuous flesh of her inner thighs before thrusting two fingers up inside her welcoming pussy, watching with joy as Maia shuddered and moaned softly. The ring through her clit tickled the back of Mina’s hand, a new and alien device to her and one that intrigued her greatly. Then, unable to deny herself any longer, Mina tasted the other woman, holding on to her buttock with both hands to keep them spread as she sank her tongue deep into the waiting sphincter.
Maia groaned, tossing her head back, her eyes closing as she delighted in the feel of being penetrated by the slippery tongue that only moments earlier had been exploring her mouth. ‘Oh Mina... oh yes...’ she moaned.
Mina slipped a hand beneath her, running her fingers from Maia’s navel down to her sex. The slick juices aided her task, letting her fingers slide effortlessly between her full labia. ‘Lay on your back, your arms over your head,’ she heard herself command.
Without hesitation, Maia stretched herself out across the carpet.
Her curvaceous form made Mina’s eyes burn with lust. She wanted to drown herself in the woman’s soft flesh, to smother herself in every inch of it. Shifting her own body over Maia’s face, she leaned forward and grabbed Maia’s ankles. Pulling them up, she lifted them into the air, and shifted her grip to the gorgeous stems of her hide-encased calves. Hauling her in, Mina lowered her wet sex over Maia’s face, and the woman’s tongue instantly shot up into her pussy like a solid hot geyser.
Mina in turn ran her tongue along Maia’s soaking labia, taking a teasing lap from the fountain between them before shoving her tongue deep into the luscious pudenda. Pushing hard, she acted in mockery of a phallus, thrusting her tongue in and out. She was in heaven, overwhelmed to have someone so utterly gorgeous at her disposal and riding her face. She felt herself being carried towards orgasm, the steady budding pleasure between her legs growing more intense with every lap and lick of Maia’s expert tongue. Similarly, she could feel the other woman’s body stiffening with anticipation, enduring the rising levels of bliss and preparing for the imminent eruption of pleasure.
With accelerating breaths and low groans of delight, the two women ferried each other to the point of release. Mina jerked and held tight to Maia as though she were an anchor carrying her through a storm of rapture. She gurgled and moaned into Maia’s pussy, her legs twitching with tension as she rode the other woman’s face. Then, her whole body shaking as though she was being electrocuted, she yowled and screeched, fighting to keep herself in place as the sensations became almost too much to bear. It was harder to keep herself on Maia’s tongue than it had been to remain quiet during the woman’s sadistic crusade to make her scream.
A few moments later Maia was choking her own cries against Mina’s smothering sex, losing herself in the heady pleasure of their exchange.
Afterwards they held on to each other for a moment, letting the intensity of their climaxes ebb away before they collapsed side-by-side across the floor, and then turned to embrace each other, huddling together, their nerve-endings charged and frayed by the tempestuous event. Kissing sedately now, they let their hands run over the form of their partner. Mina separated herself slightly to nibble gently on the smooth surface of Maia’s exposed shoulder, and as she sucked the silky, delicate skin she noticed Merope huddled in the corner, her eyes sparkling with lust.
‘It seems we forgot someone,’ Mina commented.
Maia turned her head and glanced at the small Asian girl, who immediately looked down at the floor. ‘And she’ll stay forgotten, for good, if she breathes one word of this,’ Maia warned as she cuddled up to Mina, entwining her arms around her firm body and nuzzling her features into her cleavage.
‘Well, we have a party to attend in the other room, I believe,’ Mina said, and disengaging herself from Maia, stood up.
‘You’re sure you want to go through with that? You don’t have to,’ Maia said generously.
‘I know, but it will look suspicious if you cave in now,’ Mina replied as she approached the cowering Merope. ‘Besides, I’m almost looking forward to it. So, I expect you to be your old cruel self again, Maia.’ She lifted Merope’s chin so their eyes met.
‘You won’t mind?’ quizzed Maia worriedly.
‘Of course not, you can be as vicious as you like with me. I’ll play along, and won’t hold back my distress, but I want you to treat me with as much severity as possible. And I enjoyed being tied next to you, Merope. Perhaps we could do it again some time.’
The woman looked aghast.
‘Don’t give me that doe-eyed look of fright, you little tease,’ Mina chided her. ‘I heard the gratitude in your voice after you were whipped. You love it as much as I do. Why do you deny it?’ She was genuinely curious to know why this clearly masochistic female refused to revel in her submission.
‘It’s... it’s not right,’ Merope answered softly. ‘I was kidnapped and brought here against my will.’
‘Kidnapped?’ Mina sank to her knees and ran a hand through the girl’s long hair.
‘They tried to recruit me, but I refused. Then one day I was swimming in the ocean and divers grabbed me and loaded me into their boat. They used their social influence to have me declared dead, saying I had drowned at sea. I’m not meant to be here.’ Her voice cracked slightly from repressed emotion.
‘You’re such a fool, Merope. You’re full to the brim with a need for discipline, and yet you cling to this belief and resent your own nature,’ Mina accused her softly.
‘That’s not true. It’s not!’
‘Yes it is. I was just like you, Merope, but instead of resentment I was filled with purpose. My goal was to deny this place and to deny myself. Thankfully, I learned better. I surrendered to this place and let it into my soul, just as you should.’
‘I can’t.’ Merope shook her head. ‘It’s wrong.’ She sounded close to tears.
‘Right and wrong... listen to yourself, Merope. You’re a slave in a carnal empire, you have the means to extract joy such as you’ve never known from this place, and yet instead you choose to waste this priceless opportunity using the foolish excuse of morality.’ With a rough shove she sent the girl sprawling across the floor on her back, and before she could move she straddled her face, smothering her features with her vulva as her fingers laced into hers and held her hands firmly down. Merope struggled, her legs kicking and her heels skidding against the carpet. ‘Lick me,’ Mina commanded.
The girl continued to struggle, moaning her resistance.
Mina chuckled. ‘Admit it, Merope. Admit you love this more than anything.’
The girl’s head attempted to thrash from side to side in fervent denial, her stubborn streak obviously quite strong. It was a challenge similar to the one Maia had faced with her, and Mina had no intention of being beaten, especially not by a creature so akin to herself, but she had time. With a smile she lifted herself up a little, and let the girl snatch deep gulps of air. ‘I want no more of this hiding yourself away crap, Merope. I want you hurling yourself wildly into any act of depravity you are offered, or the next time you’re between my thighs you’ll not come out alive. Understand?’
‘Y-yes, Mistress Mina,’ she blurted meekly.
Mina’s smile deepened. ‘You may give me satisfaction, Merope,’ she stated aloofly.
‘Yes, Mistress Mina.’ Merope sniffed back tears as Mina settled her sex over her face again.
This time Mina came swiftly, riding Merope’s unwilling features while soothing the troubled girl with words of encouragement, urging her to revel in her submission, and to feel safe in her bondage as she was made to service another woman.
Afterwards she climbed casually off her face, and leaning down, kissed her on the lips. ‘You did well, Merope. I’m proud of you.’
‘Thank you, Mistress Mina.’
Mina stood up, and stretched luxuriously.
‘Mina?’ Maia said tentatively, moving in behind her.
‘Mm?’ She rested her head back against the other woman’s shoulder.
‘What you said to her just now... about not coming out alive... You were kidding, right?’
Mina did not reply, but merely left a short uneasy silence before turning to face her. Lifting her hand, she caressed one of Maia’s cheeks, enjoying the look of consternation on the beautiful face. ‘Pray you never find out,’ she warned with a sweet smile.
Kneeling to attention on the floor, Mina kept her eyes lowered to the ranks of leather-clad calves standing all around her. The black fabric shimmered in the soft light, the heels digging into the large smooth cushions adorning the floor and forming a yielding carpet. The small room was filled with black satin pillows, its walls and ceiling a single mirror showing everything from every angle. A single red bulb in the centre of the ceiling filled the room with a sanguinary haze, dying everything a devilish shade. A plexus of straps about the women’s thighs and waists held a leather crotch-piece with side pockets containing vibrating eggs, while from the front reared a large phallus, the jelly dildo a translucent purple in the demonic light.
Someone - she guessed it was Maia - stepped behind her and drew a dark scarf around her head, blindfolding her with it.
‘Okay, help yourselves,’ she declared, shoving Mina across the pillows.
She landed on her back, and barely had time to move before she felt hands all over her, and her arms were grabbed and pinned down.
‘Get her legs!’ hissed a voice Mina was unable to identify.
Her legs were promptly leaned on by leather extremities, and spread wide.
‘Go on,’ encouraged another voice. ‘Do her. You know she wants it.’
Mina felt movement between her thighs, and suddenly her back arched and she cried out beneath the dildo’s rash intrusion. Gasping, she clenched the inner muscles of her pussy around the soft shaft as the pliant rod rode back and forth inside her, pushing in deep.
‘That’s it, give it to her nice and hard.’
‘I’m taking her mouth.’
‘Yes, fill her with it.’
A pair of naked buttocks was pressed against her chest and a hand slipped beneath her head, lifting it up and prodding a rounded tip to her lips. Opening Mina’s mouth with the dildo, the woman thrust it in, nearly gagging her as she shoved it down into her throat. After this first coarse stab she took a more leisurely approach, riding Mina’s head back and forth, the dildo bending and allowing her to suck on it as the hum of the eggs and moans of pleasure filled her ears.
‘Look at this slut go, she’s definitely up for more.’
‘Well, we shouldn’t disappoint her.’
‘Let’s get some more in her.’
‘Lift her up, I’ve got an idea.’
The hands on her arms hauled her up, and the woman who had been thrusting into her pussy slipped out as she was set upright. Held in place by the arm locks and supported at a reclining angle, Mina felt a woman slither beneath her and position herself between her open thighs. Then she groaned as a phallus bored up between her buttocks, riding up into her anus. Its dimensions should have caused her pain, but the yielding jelly let it roll deep and spill along her tracts, dragging at her membranes as its wearer began thrusting back and forth, riding the shaft into her.
A moment later she felt a woman kneel before her splayed legs and jam herself back into her slick sex. The grip on her arms kept her from falling back, and she felt thighs against her cheeks as she was readied for more artificial fellatio. A soft rod was fed down into her throat once more, the woman standing astride her face forcing it deep into her mouth as she sucked at the shaft with all her might. Then another body grabbed her breasts and pressed them about a slick pliant rod, shoving the dildo through their tight tunnel of flesh, and her bosom reverberated with distress at being handled so roughly after its recent flogging.
‘That’s it, suck it,’ the woman over her face demanded, forcing herself deep into her mouth while the others continued to pound her other orifices, using her like an object. ‘Come on, you can do better than that, swallow it all!’ She pushed with more virulence, making Mina struggle against those holding her down. ‘Don’t try and get away, there’s no escape,’ she hissed, grabbing Mina’s head and using it to force the jelly dildo into her mouth from root to tip.
‘Such a wanton little trollop,’ a laughing voice said, and Mina felt the women possessing her being driven to new levels of activity by the rising pleasure of the eggs humming against their vulvas.
‘Oh, she’s lovely, isn’t she?’ another voice commented.
‘Mmm...’ purred one of the women penetrating her.
‘Very fuckable - I just want to jam myself so deep inside her I hit yours!’ the woman between her legs declared lustfully, thrusting herself as deep as she could and plundering Mina’s pussy, making her cry out with the sheer indescribable pleasure of it. She was being swept away on a sea of penetrations, her body assailed by them, ravished and filled by the pliant artificial phalluses. Shaking with climaxes that rolled in like the tide, she gasped and nearly gagged again on her plunging gag as the women rode her relentlessly towards their own orgasms, spurned on by the sight of her violation. Then suddenly her pulsing loins were deserted, and the sudden flight of the jelly shafts made her cry out with shock around the one still sheathed in her mouth.
But no sooner had one dildo left her than another one was jammed back in its place, filling her again and beginning the ride afresh. The women at her arms traded places with others, and still more battled to make use of her. They pinned her down with more force, driving into her, using her as they wished, each one hungry to try each and every orifice she had to offer, and soon her tracts were aching, the continuing friction of limp shafts plunging into her assailing her with a discomfort that intensified with every new thrust.
‘Stop, please, I can’t take any more!’ Mina begged, knowing her plea would only egg them on. For although she was sore, she wanted more, and more... she was a slave to a group of slaves, the lowest of the low, yet they were completely unaware she had defeated, and taken control of, their leader.
‘Suck me while you’re down there, slave,’ ordered the woman on top of her, sinking nails into her breasts as she let her full weight settle across Mina’s face, crushing her bottom against Mina’s features. ‘Come on, get that tongue up there!’ She wriggled her cheeks against Mina’s lips.
More smacks rang out against her thighs and then her stomach, the hot imprints of hands painted on her flesh. Gurgling and whimpering Mina began licking the woman’s sphincter, rimming the puckered opening, which was intentionally refusing her entry.
‘I told you to get it up there, now do it.’ She slapped Mina’s breasts, punishing her until she finally managed to thrust her aching tongue through the clenched barricade. ‘Yes, that’s it, come on, work that tongue around some more... that’s it.’
Another jelly dildo slid out of Mina’s scorched pussy, and another chose to punish the opening a little before spearing it. She spanked Mina’s throbbing vulva, making her scream and jerk wildly against the women restraining her. The spanking hand descended again and again, punishing her labia numerous times, making her pudenda burn painfully before a soft shaft poured in through the opening and nestled itself in her hot wet depths.
‘Oh yes, just a little more... that’s it, keep going,’ groaned the woman sitting on Mina’s face, her belly trembling as the beginnings of an orgasm contracted her pelvic muscles, her breaths coming quicker as the strap-on eggs buzzed her towards release. Spurned on by Mina’s darting tongue, she flung her head back and howled, riding through her bliss before sinking across one of the cushions.
Mina gasped and inhaled deeply before another woman locked her lips to hers, demanding a deep kiss.
Finally they all appeared to be finished with her. Breathing softly, she resisted the urge to remove the blindfold and instead lay still dwelling with morbid satisfaction on all the aches in her body. Her thoughts were hazy, and it was not long before she drifted off into a deep and contented sleep.
Something moving against Mina dragged her up into a fleeting awareness of her surroundings. She had been accursed by dreams of old crimes and missions that ended in a desperate flight to get away before she was killed or caught. Now she saw Maia lying on her side, one arm bent over her face to shield her eyes from the light, and she discovered that her head was lying on the woman’s thigh, using the soft flesh as her pillow. A glance at the mirrored wall showed her reflection’s head resting on the delicate roller coaster ride of Maia’s body. The bodies of the other Pleiades were lying all around them, most of them cuddled up together, leather limbs and flesh rising amidst the peaks and valleys of black satin pillows. The strap-ons were all piled together in a corner - deserted disposable phalluses.
She felt weary, and the need to relieve herself was pressing, but she was so cosy she refused to give in to the call right away. Instead, she went over recent events in her languid mind. It had been glorious to be so intensely used and abused and yet still be the dominant one behind the scenes. Maybe she could get Tethys and Oceanus to liberate Maia and bring her to live with them. But perhaps Maia would prefer to remain with Atlas, which was a disappointing thought.
Why had Atlas’s Pleiades kidnapped her? He had sent his wives to do the task so as not to appear directly involved in her kidnapping himself, but he obviously wanted her. Surely it was not merely resentment at the opportunity he had missed to own her, but then again, just like the mythological Titans, these people were whimsical and trivial in their motives simply because they could be. They had no real-life stresses and problems to worry about, which permitted them to indulge in capricious intrigues and plots, and almost absentminded Machiavellian dealings that made life all the more entertaining.
Suddenly the door to the playroom slid open with a soft pressurised hiss. Rather than rise and disturb her partners, Mina used the mirror to see who it was, and started with surprise when she saw the massive form of Atlas filling the doorway. The burly Arabian Titan was dressed just as she had last seen him, his smooth, swarthy torso exposed, his loose latex trousers held up by a red sash, and a scowl made his thin goatee twitch as his hands furled into irritated fists.
‘Pleiades!’ he roared, his deep voice rolling through the still air of the room like a thunderous tidal wave.
The seven women immediately sat up, their master’s voice instantly awakening them. They crouched forward and placed their foreheads against the pillows in acknowledgement of his presence and his ownership of them.
‘What has been happening here?’ he demanded a little more quietly.
‘We were testing the new recruit, master,’ Maia offered by way of explanation, keeping her head lowered, not even looking up at his feet.
‘Testing?’ He glanced at the dildos lying in the corner. ‘It seems to me you were playing with her. And she is not a new recruit, she is a prisoner, part of a commission I have undertaken.’ He stepped into the room, his eyes now on Mina where she lay on her back, refusing to perform the same act of obeisance as the other slaves. They were his wives, but she was a captive and had no reason to show him any deference. He sneered a mixture of contempt and amusement at her defiance, and then looked down at Maia when she spoke again.
‘She was resisting, master, so I thought it best to show the prisoner her place before you arrived.’ His head wife stuck to her story.
‘And did you succeed?’
‘I believe she is more aware of her position now, at least more aware than she was when we acquired her for you, master,’ Maia stated carefully, suggesting there was still a little fight left in Mina he could enjoy himself.
‘Is that so, slave?’ Atlas asked Mina directly, raising an eyebrow.
‘I know I have been kidnapped unjustly, and that I will be terribly punished if I resist you,’ she stated meekly.
He smiled broadly and his eyes sparkled. ‘Yes, Maia can be very rough, can she not?’
Mina assumed a fearful expression as she glanced Maia’s way. ‘Yes, master.’
‘Excellent work, Maia.’
‘Thank you, master.’ Her face was still buried in a pillow, but Mina knew she was grinning.
‘I have a carrying cocoon in the other room, and I want her put in it,’ he ordered, and turning on his heels strode out of the room.
‘Yes, master,’ the women all stated in unison as he left, rising with alacrity.
Mina was grabbed and tugged to her feet, the tall dark form of Sterope, and the luscious Electra, each taking one of her arms and leading her into the other room.
Atlas was sitting on the end of the bed, ready to watch as Mina was prepared for her journey. ‘Taygeta,’ he snapped, and pointed to the floor before him.
The white-haired woman sank to her hands and knees at his feet, holding her slender body rigid as he set his boots on her bare back, using her as a footstool. Her eyelids fluttered with pleasure as he employed her thus, being used by her master obviously a feeling she enjoyed.
In the centre of the room, Atlas had dropped the items he required his wives to place on Mina. She could see a metal contraption of polished steel, a simple pole riveted with double sets of straps along its length before connecting to a moulded steel band. The two-inch wide strip was moulded to fit along a body and curl through the crotch, where it was welded to the pole. From the interior two small plugs lanced out, the flared devices moulded of red jelly, something Mina’s sore orifices would no doubt be grateful for. At each end of the pole was a small solid hoop, and to one side, set separately from this frame, were two metal shafts a yard-and-a-half long with four wooden buffers. The screw fastening and the small handle were like those used to keep weights on a barbell, except Mina could guess she would be the burden being lifted. Beside this creation were piles of leather, the thick hide lined with a layer of latex, the exact nature of the garments unknown to her.
Mina was forced to her knees and deserted as the women took their places. Celaeno and Merope positioned themselves by the arsenal of bondage accoutrements, the two Asian females sifting through them to find what they required. Maia stepped up to oversee the event, with Sterope at her side like some powerful bouncer ready to intervene should Mina begin to offer any resistance. Electra and Alcyone went and stood on either side of their master, ready to serve any whim of his.
The largest piece of attire was shaken out and Mina saw a straitjacket, only this particular garment was fitted with more restraining additions than normal. The zipped and buckled back were opened, and the hood and sleeves flopped with each step that brought Celaeno to her. Meanwhile, Merope crouched behind her, lifting her arms forward and offering them to the sleeves. The cool latex interior slithered up her arms, the tight grip requiring the two Asian women to work energetically at getting it all the way on her. Finally her hands slid into the tight featureless points at the end of the sheaths. Her head was then bowed and slotted into the hood, the stern bag gripping her skull giving her a single nostril vent and another for her mouth.
With darkness imposed on her, she shivered with delectation as she felt herself being bound and entombed in this tight cell. Her breasts were fed through two small openings, making her whipped flesh begin throbbing afresh. With a soft whimper she was pushed deeper into the suit, the back brought together with the zipper running from her hips to the base of her skull. The enclosure made her sway slightly, the pressure against her ribs with each breath she took making her feel strangely faint with pleasure. Her need to release her bladder was stronger than ever now, but she dared not ask for permission, lest it give Atlas something else to torment her with. Two dense straps about her throat were threaded through and buckled tight, making sure the fit of the hood could not be affected when the buckle atop it was employed. The ends of the sleeves were then grabbed and brought around her in the classic style, making her hug herself tightly as they were locked into position.
The women laid her down on her front, so that her body pressed against her trapped arms. Taking hold of her ankles they took up a set of stockings, and the latex-lined leather was drawn steadily up her legs. Her feet were pushed into steel cones, and the engineered points of the hose forced her feet into a ballet-like boot position that instantly made several painful cramps tighten the tendons of her calves. Mina whimpered and wriggled with distress, fighting to ignore the effect of the boots on her. A single buckled line was stretched from the tip of her stockings to her straitjacket, connecting the two and preventing either from sliding out of place. She then felt the strong hands of Sterope take hold of her waist, pulling her up onto the uncomfortable points of her feet. Supporting her, the woman held her up so the others could finish their task.
Mina sighed with lust in her prison, her arousal wrought by the feel of being so effectively bound, completely swallowed up by the tight fabrics. The pole was set between her legs, the steel cradle upon it fitting to her front. The plugs were grabbed and placed to her orifices before a steady push began driving them in. Sterope’s hold tightened as Mina writhed and emitted mewls of distress, her raw orifices protesting as they were forced to open again and accept the wide interlopers. The cones continued to spread her wide over their soft backs, making her flesh ache even more. The metal plate was hauled in by her hungry insides and pressed to her loins, making her shiver as the cold alloy sent its radiant chill into her naked crotch. Then the straps were tightened with harsh yanks, ensuring she was absolutely secure against them. The pole between her legs sent leather and latex hoops around her ankles, above and below her knees, and up to her naked thighs.
To Mina’s surprise her arms were set free, but then they were pulled down between her legs, and the straps hanging from them crossed and slipped through the gap between thigh and pole, forcing her arms into a V-shape down her front. One of the women took hold of the two straps as they emerged behind her, while the other gathered the belts riveted to the formed metal ribbon travelling along her belly, over her cleavage and up to her neck. The thick uncompromising trammels squeezed her arms against her, making her hug the metal strip even more tightly as they crossed her neck. A pair of straps were flung over her shoulders to cross over her back and secured to an anchor near her hips, another was set just below her breasts to pin down her upper arms, and another around her waist caught her elbows, forcing her hands to rest across the crotch plate. Mina grimaced as the strap at her crown was connected to the belts spilling from her sleeves and riding over the plate to rise between her buttocks. Steady pulls hauled her head back, the nape of her neck pounding with stress as they drew her head back as far as they could and connected the belts.
Finally, a ball gag was forced through her lips and secured into place. The plexus of fastening straps on the implement rode around her head and below her chin, while two straps over her cheeks crossed at her brow and rode over her temples, snagging the strap pressing into the base of her skull.
Mina chewed on the orb, desperately trying to accept the position in which she had been placed. Bound to the pole, she could not make even the slightest move.
‘She is prepared, master,’ Maia stated while Sterope laid Mina down on her front, so her naked breasts and her crossed hands were pressed beneath the dead weight of her bound body.
Emitting little grunts of effort, Mina strained against the straps, perversely satisfied by the realisation that she could not even twitch a muscle. How she wished someone would, or even could, make sexual use of her completely helpless position. To be immobilised like this while being driven into by a rigid cock would be quite a sensation and one she would love to experience.
Atlas’s rough-skinned hands took hold of her bottom, and squeezed the compliant flesh of her firm cheeks as she writhed against her containment. ‘Hmm... she’s not bad; nice anus, good breasts; an excellent physique in general. She likes her bondage, too, that’s obvious enough,’ he commented mainly to himself, assessing Mina’s tightly packaged anatomy as though inspecting a filly he intended to purchase. ‘I wonder what she responds like under a more stringent hand than her previous owners,’ he wondered out loud, squeezing her buttocks again before he raised his hand and spanked her soft skin.
Mina started, more from the loud sound than from the pain.
Again he lifted his hand and brought it down, smacking her exposed bottom with a slow, steady rhythm, savouring the feel of her warm flesh by squeezing it cruelly between blows.
Mina ground her teeth into the gag, her pussy growing hot and wet with desire as she writhed against her latex interior wishing the crotch piece were absent so her sleeves could rub against her swelling clit. The more potent the sensation of being spanked became, the more receptive she was to each subsequent slap. Soon she was wriggling in ecstasy, the heady, coursing power of pleasure mixed with pain almost literally making her dizzy with lust. The perverse applause continued resounding through the room as Atlas’s strong arm awarded her the discipline she so craved and needed. Locked in bondage and relentlessly punished, she nearly wept with delight, her stifled cries expressions of rhapsodic bliss rather than of discomfort.
‘She certainly enjoys this,’ Atlas commented lightly. ‘Maybe she would prefer something more strenuous. Would my prisoner like that?’ He gave a little tug on the band running from her bottom to her head, inflicting a few spikes of duress before releasing it.
Desperate for more discipline, Mina gurgled eagerly by way of an answer, her words distorted almost beyond comprehension as droplets of saliva trickled out from around the gag stuffing her mouth.
‘How about a crop to scorch these tenderised cheeks?’ he proposed, and Mina garbled an ecstatic response. ‘Well, let’s see how you handle it. Maia, a crop if, you please.’
‘Will this suffice, master?’
‘My, you must have really riled her, slave,’ Atlas remarked, patting the smooth dome of Mina’s head. Apparently Maia had selected a particularly vicious crop. ‘So, how many do you think you require, slave? Ten? Twenty? Perhaps more than that?’ He stroked the instrument’s leather hoop tip across her flushed bottom cheeks.
Mina struggled and strained, not sure she could endure so many strokes from a crop after such a hard spanking. Yet she wanted them; she wanted as many as he would give her. Bound as she was, she had no allegiance to anyone. She was his for now, and belonged to him totally while his straps held her. He could beat her until she fainted, and she would be totally satisfied.
‘How many would you recommend, Maia?’ Atlas asked his head wife.
‘She’s exceptionally masochistic, master. I would suggest fifty strokes.’
Mina squealed in panic and fought against her bonds in earnest, making it clear that a part of her, at least, opposed being sentenced to such an extreme ordeal.
‘I think you are exaggerating slightly, Maia. She may have a taste for punishment, but she is still inexperienced.’
‘Yes, but a really good thrashing might help break her,’ Maia countered reasonably.
‘Unfortunately, that is not my current motivation. If my patron comes through with his side of the bargain, I’ll make sure she suffers all they want her to. Until then, however, I want her fairly unscathed, just in case I have to return her to her rightful owners.’
‘Is that wise, master? It could cause terrible complications for you.’
‘Why, Maia, this is most unlike you. There isn’t anything you wish to tell me about this little nymph, is there?’ He suddenly sounded suspicious.
After a short pause Maia replied quietly, ‘No, master, there is nothing I wish to tell you.’
‘Hmm. Seeing as you are so eager to see her suffer, I think you should give her the rest of your desired fifty after I have given her, oh, let’s say, twenty-five.’
‘As you wish, master.’
The crop thrummed through the air, the slender stalk carving a long arc before connecting across Mina’s buttocks. The hoop slammed against her skin as the head of the shaft struck it, imparting a virulent shock that made her flesh quake. And as if too shocked by the impact to immediately accept it, her nerve-endings communicated nothing to her brain for a brief moment, and then they screeched their outrage through Mina’s system as she attempted to scream through her muffling gag. Her jaws opened wide as her hands battled their confining sheaths, her fingers clawing at them and trying to tear a path through them.
The crop fell again, stinging her left buttock and making her jerk wildly against the condemning metal harness with its arms of embracing leather. Her high-pitched keening wail lasted half a minute, and then weakened to miserable sobs and desperate snorts for breath.
But Atlas’s stern arm was not to be dissuaded and delivered its third stroke, the shaft connecting viciously to the backs of her thighs. This was the worst blow yet, and Mina wailed for long, miserable moments.
Next the head of the crop caught her right buttock, transforming her into a tense, howling statue before she once more struggled to get free of her bonds. She did not bother trying to endure the agony stoically but simply surrendered herself to the ordeal in all its barbarous majesty. Each stroke fed her level of distress, making every addition to the sum of her torment more and more unbearable. Her thoughts were a churning, indecipherable chaos. She was ruled by animal instinct alone, by the desperate need to wriggle free of the crop’s cruel licks. Jolting and wailing, bitterly regretting her desire to be beaten, she could not even keep count of the tally, for each new stroke scrambled her thoughts even more and left her confused as to how many had already fallen. Time seemed infinite as she was whipped, until finally the Titan’s punishment ceased.
‘There, that’s the twenty-five I wanted to give you, slave,’ he said, handing the crop to Maia. ‘Now, if you would, please, finish her off for me.’
The crop once more flung itself against the air, its tip whistling with a sibilant tone as it descended with meteoric force, crossing several of the welts Atlas had already forged across Mina’s hapless cheeks.
She was in such excruciating agony that at first she could not even scream. But after a few seconds of gasping silence her lungs illustrated the full measure of her woe. The crop struck again during her howl as Maia applied it again swiftly. Again and again she struck, and the cumulative misery of her lashes exceeded anything Mina might have found tolerable. Alive only with distress, she barely had time to suck in enough air to fuel her impotently muffled cries.
At last the storm of blows ceased and Mina went completely limp, her head hanging from the tight strap, her body utterly languid in the unyielding black arms of her bondage.
‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ Atlas snapped. ‘Finish her off, slave. Or have you forgotten my warning already?’
‘I - I’m sorry, master, I - I can’t,’ Maia stammered. ‘She’s suffered enough. She’ll go insane if we subject her to any more pain.’
‘I decide when a slave has taken enough,’ Atlas said quietly.
‘Yes, master,’ Maia sighed.
‘Then complete your work, or let your bottom take the rest.’
‘Yes, master,’ Maia repeated, and Mina’s brief moment of respite ended as she was once more cast back into the maelstrom of the scourging. She squealed in infantile pitches as Maia’s arm lashed into her with extreme speed, applying the last of her sentence in a swift and merciless assault, obviously trying to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Her body shuddering and her mind in tatters, it took a moment for Mina to realise the ordeal was finally over. Her ears were ringing with the sound of her own throaty screams, her body sweltering within its prison from the exertion of struggling against her bonds, her buttocks aflame with an anguish she had never before known. Collapsing into the comforting arms of her bondage, she wept within her hood, overwhelmed with relief. The endorphins conjured by the beating continued flowing through her unchecked, and her mind floated on an intoxicating natural rush. Giddy with bliss, she continued sobbing with relief and gratitude mixed with an intense sense of satisfaction and pride, because she was blessed to be here in this place.
‘Sterope, get Maia on her back and hold her arms down,’ Atlas commanded efficiently. ‘Alcyone, you sit on her chest. Electra and Taygeta, grab her ankles. Celaeno and Merope, hold her knees. I want her legs held up and parted as wide as you can hold them.’
‘Master, please, I did what you asked of me!’ Maia exclaimed, the sound of footsteps padding against the floor sounding all around Mina as the Pleiades converged on their superior.
‘You lied about your feelings for this nymph, Maia,’ he said sternly. ‘You do have an affection for her. I don’t care why, I don’t care what caused it, but you lied to me, and you will suffer for it. And because you keep questioning me, after this I think you need to spend a few days in the iron egg to set your mind straight.’
‘No, not that! Not again! Oh master, please, not that!’ Maia wailed, sinking to her knees and kissing his feet.
‘Prepare her!’ Atlas barked, and Maia was pulled away and her weak struggles defeated as she was served up in the designated position.
Mina pictured Maia’s glorious body, her shoulder blades crushed to the floor by another woman’s bottom, her arms stretched out and held down, her buttocks pulled into the air and her legs splayed. And her imagination was awarded sound effects as the Titan began to lambaste his favourite slave.
‘Oh no, master, you said my bottom! Not there, please, master!’ Maia begged, and then her words became squeals of anguish as the steady thwack of the crop pounded out a relentless metronome, her wails harmonising with the rhythmic drum roll of leather on flesh.
Mina could not be sure if he was beating Maia’s inner thighs, or perhaps even her more tender regions as well. She pictured it, relishing the possibility, the endorphin high from her own beating making her equable to hearing another suffer such distress. She listened avidly, counting off Maia’s sentence of fifty strokes of the crop as she wriggled slightly, the pressure inside her growing as her need to relieve herself became urgent.
When Atlas had finished inflicting his terrible punishment Maia was left wheezing in agony, with barely strength enough left to sob her distress.
‘Sterope, Electra, take her away, dress her in the punishment sheath and put her in,’ Atlas decreed. ‘Set her for level three, and meet me in my main chambers afterwards.’
Maia managed a few breathless pleas for him to not do this to her, but with a snort of derision he dismissed them, and the women dragged her away to her fate.
‘Bring this nymph with us,’ he stated coldly.
The remaining four women grabbed the poles, took off the buffers, and pushed the shafts through the rings at either end of Mina’s harness. Slotting the carved discs back on, they pushed them to the hoop and tightened them so they would not move. With these long handles jutting out at Mina’s head and feet, the women had no trouble lifting her up. The squeak of yielding rubber placed serious pressure to the front of her body as she was slung from the harness, and with a startled, embarrassed gasp, she clenched her thighs, denying her bladder the release it so desperately craved.
The women ferried Mina’s cocooned form out of the room and down a series of corridors. She hung suspended in midair, her body resting against the straps, her engorged breasts swinging back and forth with the marching rhythm of her pallbearers. Eventually she was laid down on a soft surface, and the process of releasing her began. The straps were unfastened and the pole removed from her tracts, a process that doubled her up with a cry as the orbs slid out of her, her orifices having grown accustomed to their presence. Once the last of the uniform was peeled from her perspiring skin she huddled up to keep herself warm. Shivering, she lifted up her damp head, yawning to ease the ache in her jaws as she regarded her new world with a sense of dread and excitement.
A glimpse of tiles was all she gained before she was lifted up by leather-clad hands. Brought to her feet, she hung from their grip, unable to support her own weight. Her arms were raised, dense rubber shackles were buckled to her wrists, and then she was released. She was now hanging from chains in the ceiling, her knees slightly bent as her feet touched the tiled floor. She glanced down over her shoulder and saw the vivid purple lines crisscrossing her bottom, the raised slashes of colour and heat wreathed with a red halo, so that her buttocks and thighs resembled an intricate work of vibrant art. Each time she clenched her cheeks she felt the pain of her welts intensify from a dull throbbing ache to a stabbing agony.
She was in a small alcove set in a bathroom. A silver shower nozzle lay directly above her, with two detachable hoses fixed next to her on the other side of the wall. The tap for the showers lay outside the small chamber, and two thick rings in the ceiling held the chains keeping her arms apart. Atlas stood before her, snow-haired Taygeta and Indian Alcyone standing respectfully just behind each of his broad shoulders. A raised hot tub, a line of three normal showers with glass doors, a sink with a mirror and a cabinet above it, and a toilet, were the only other things in the room, the white strip lights throwing an intense radiance throughout the clean space.
Mina closed her legs a little more tightly together as she caught sight of the toilet, her need elevated by the proximity of relief.
‘I thought you drank a lot at the feast,’ Atlas commented, telling Mina he knew precisely what she needed, and that it was not going to come without a price tag attached.
‘You were watching me, master?’ she asked, frowning slightly, unaware she had been the object of such close scrutiny, especially when she was under the table and hidden from view.
‘I have other eyes besides my own working for me, slave,’ he replied, smiling as he idly slapped Taygeta’s bottom. The woman swayed on her heels but held her statuesque pose. ‘So, go ahead, feel free to relieve yourself.’
‘Right here?’ Mina asked in alarm.
He frowned. ‘Where else, slave?’
‘I - I can’t do that, master,’ she said, aghast at the concept.
‘Why not?’ he demanded, and laughed, mocking her shame.
‘It’s embarrassing, master... I just can’t, not with people watching,’ she confessed, praying he would show her some leniency.
‘Dear me, such a pity, and after such a promising beginning,’ he stated gravely. ‘I can see you’ll just have to learn the hard way that I am your master and get whatever I want, whenever I want.’
‘Please, master, don’t make me do this,’ she begged.
‘Alcyone, fetch me a chair and summon all my Pleiades,’ he ordered.
The tan woman smiled, and sauntered out of the room.
Mina looked at Atlas in astonishment as he stood before her, grinning with malice.
Alcyone returned with a high-backed chair, and set it down for her master as all his other wives, except Maia, entered the tiled chamber, their stiletto heels clicking brightly as they gathered into a small audience to observe Mina’s degradation.
‘Oh no, please, master,’ Mina whispered, pulling at her bonds and making the chains rattle.
The Titan sat in his chair and lounged back, folding his arms before him as he fixed her with an intense stare. ‘Everyone is waiting for the show, slave. I can sit here until the end of time. Can you hold out for that long?’
Mina tightened her hold on her bladder, beads of strain appearing on her brow. She wanted to give in, but maybe if she held out long enough he would grow bored and give up. Silence fell; the only sound was her own soft moan of distress. This man wanted to humble her, proving a point while being entertained at the same time, and she could do nothing to stop him. Whimpering, she felt a warm flow running down her legs she could do nothing to prevent. Even with her defences at full strength it was slipping through, her body committing treason against her mind. Atlas’s mocking chuckle tore at her like a knife, but even through her turmoil there was the feeling of relief afforded by draining the terrible pressure inside her.
‘Why, master?’ she moaned softly, a lump in her throat as she wished she was back with Tethys and Oceanus. They would never have done something like this to her. But even as her psyche felt mysteriously scratched by the event, the humiliation itself was an arousal combating her hatred of this exposure, and she knew that later she would actually relish having been so degraded.
‘Because it amuses me, slave, and that’s the only importance in your life; you will learn to take pleasure in your various torments simply because they please me,’ he replied patiently, and then addressed his Pleiades. ‘Go back to your tasks. Celaeno and Merope can stay here and assist me.’
The dismissed women left with a brisk clicking of heels.
‘Take the hoses and clean her up,’ he commanded.
The two Asian girls moved forward and removed the portable showers from their mounts, the hoses already fitted with a delicate scrubbing brush head. Turning them on, they also activated the one above Mina, sending cascades of warm water flowing across her naked body from every direction.
The sudden sensation brought her to her toes, and she gasped with delight as the women turned their full attention on her, rubbing the flowing hoses across her, the soft bristles moving in small caressing circles across her skin carrying away the perspiration and tension of her recent trials. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensual delight of warmth sparkling all over her body and washing away her shame.
Once they had cleaned every inch of her, the women put away the hoses, turned off the water, and dried her with warm towels.
‘Get her dressed and bring her to me,’ Atlas said, rising from his chair and leaving.
The two slaves produced a uniform identical to their own. Helping Mina into thigh-high leather boots, they snapped a steel collar around her throat, the plain band fitted with a single ring at the front. With this symbol of her status in place, they helped her into long opera gloves, the entire process conducted without a single word. They then took a chain-link leash from a shelf, clipped it to her collar, and led Mina out of the chamber.
They walked along a short corridor flanked by doorways, but it was the one at the end that proved to be their destination, the others apparently leading into various other regions of Atlas’s private domain. The panel hissed open, revealing a sheet of material with a slit in it evocative of a tent. The women parted the slash, dragged Mina through it, and the portal drifted closed in their wake.
The large room they entered was designed to recreate the sumptuous tent of a desert sheik. Small brass oil lamps placed strategically throughout the large space provide a sombre illumination, and the walls of the circular chamber were hidden behind cascading sheets of elaborate embroidered material depicting a variety of scenes taken from the myths of Atlas. Several dense wooden poles decorated with metal rings rose up from the floor to ceiling, the mock tent’s supports used for tethering slaves, while whatever other doors led in and out of the room were well concealed.
Large pillows were strewn everywhere around low tables spread with a variety of food and drink, and the only other furniture were several large wooden trunks with gold clasps. A cage was formed from thick, spiralling bars, and was large enough to house the slave locked inside it - a naked woman wearing a black leather hood with one small air hole over the mouth. Sitting quietly in her small prison, blind and relatively deaf, she had been reduced to a pleasing decoration on Atlas’s whim.
The owner of this lush faux tent reclined in splendour, a padded mound of silk and satin bearing his formidable muscular weight as he held the hose of a water pipe and puffed absently away on the scented fumes, adding another pleasing layer to the purveying aromas of incense and spice. ‘Welcome to my humble abode, nymph.’ He smiled and extended his free hand.
The women brought Mina over and delivered her leash to their master as they bowed with respect. Then without a word they slipped away and out of the tent, leaving Atlas and Mina alone with the caged woman.
‘What do you think?’ he asked, tugging on the leash so she was forced to kneel before him.
Sitting to attention, she kept her eyes lowered so as not to irk him, stifling a moan as her sore bottom pressed against her leather-clad ankles, the welts across her cheeks reviling being rested on. ‘Very pleasing, master,’ she replied humbly.
‘An indulgent recreation of a bygone era,’ he mused, taking another deep inhale of the pipe before going on. ‘I think I would have liked to live like this. Far less bother than all the effort that goes into running a less mobile and temporary palace.
‘Do you know why you are here?’ he asked abruptly, keeping the chain pulled taught between them.
Mina’s eyes followed the line of silver links, the polished metal sparkling in the soft light. It was a trivial sight, but one that made her insides warm with lust, for this single line of steel was a potent symbol of her slavery, of her service to whoever wanted her. Staring at it, she felt all the more owned and controlled, her powers of rebellion evaporating as she dwelt on the fact of her submission. ‘Someone has paid you to have me captured, master. I can only surmise they would be an obvious culprit, so they could not do it themselves. Perhaps it was Lady Stheno, or Lord Helios, or Poseidon. I’m not sure who commissioned you to steal me away, master.’
‘Clever girl, but you’re only partially correct.’ He pulled more forcefully on the chain, making Mina shuffle forward on her knees. ‘Service me,’ he ordered bluntly.
Mina hesitated an instant, and then leaned in between his legs. It was arousing to be casually ordered to perform such an intimate act, and she was more than willing to obey. Opening his trousers, she drew free his semi-erect shaft. She closed her lips about his stiffening flesh and began rocking her head slowly back and forth, diving onto the rapidly swelling rod as her tongue tickled the tip and rolled around it. With her lips locked to his skin, her suction hauled upon him, making the Titan close his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of her submission.
The sight of his pleasure made Mina sigh with libidinous longing, and she treated herself to images of stepping up and lowering herself onto his manhood, feeling him thrusting up inside her as she rode him all the way to an orgasm, his powerful hands grabbing her bouncing breasts and tweaking her nipples. Using her fingers to gently massage his testicles and stroke his thighs, she started speeding up her licking and sucking as she felt him growing harder and more rampant as a result of her efforts, his length engorging as his climax drew near. Hungry for depravity, her lusts fired and raging, when she felt a warm influx of salty treacle against her throat she gulped it down greedily, milking him of all she could while he came as though it were the most precious elixir. Then her bobbing head slowed to a halt, and she used her tongue to clean him before she finally withdrew and sat back, keeping herself crouched humbly before him.
‘Hmm, not bad, but you could have been much better,’ he stated. ‘I’ll have to put you in some appropriate bondage, let you think about it, practice, and do better next time.’
Mina’s features sagged into a frowning pout. To have her skills questioned and revealed as less than perfect, to have them classified as sub-standard, was a grievous wound to her pride. Then her desire for restraint flared and latched on to her hurt self-esteem, making her even more eager for it so she could hone her skills and do better in the future and prove she was not inferior. After learning to love whipping, humiliation and total rubber immobilisation, she was damned if she was going to fail at something so mundane as fellatio.
Leaving her with her dismay as she wondered what she could have done to improve her oral attentions, the Titan rose and walked over to a large trunk. Flipping open the gold locks, he looked around inside it for a moment. When he did not see what he required, he ran his hands along the interior of the trunk. ‘Now where did I put that training pole?’ he muttered, straightening up and looking around the room. ‘Sterope!’ he shouted.
The burly black woman stepped into the tent through a slit in the folds as a door hissed shut behind her. As soon as she entered, she bowed against the floor and did not rise as she awaited her instructions.
Atlas looked over at her and opened his mouth to speak. But he thought better of it as his eyes took in her gorgeous body. Walking over to her, he ran his hands across her raised bottom, drifting his fingers along her vulva as she sighed, delighted to be of use to him and pleasing him. ‘Where did we leave the training pole?’ he asked, his voice a throaty whisper as he revelled in the feel of his property quivering beneath his touch.
‘It’s in that trunk, master,’ she gasped, throwing a leather sheathed arm forth to indicate a trunk on the other wall.
‘Bring it to me,’ he commanded, releasing her.
With a spry jump the woman stood up and jogged over to the container. Flipping the lid open, she promptly produced a metal pole some two yards in length. Set in the very centre was a jet phallus, the toy merging with the shaft, with a set of replica testes formed on the other side of the pole almost as a counterweight.
‘Bring rope, and the nipple pads with you as well,’ the Titan instructed.
The magnificent slave gathered up the additional devices before heading back to her master and reverently handing him the tools.
Atlas reached down and retrieved Mina’s leash, using it to bring her to her feet, her acquiescence to its tugs deliberately slow so she could feel the pull of the device to her throat. Drawing her over to one of the upright poles, he placed a hand to the D-ring and used it to turn her around, pushing her back against the wood. Standing erect, her eyes downcast so she was staring at his bare chest, Mina studied his actions through the corner of her eye, an attentive and eager student waiting for her lesson.
A cross formation of rope was set upon her chest, pinning her tightly to the pole, the lines running through the ringlets along the other side and anchoring her in place. Secondary lines were wound above and below her breasts, crushing them between the two multiple rings of rope and further hugging her torso to the polished wooden shaft along her spine. His firm hands then grabbed her wrists and stretched her arms along the sides of the pole before using rope to exploit the hoops that had been screwed into the wood there. The crisscross pattern of ropes grabbed her wrists, locking them to the pole before winding up her limbs, gradually stealing away all movement until her arms were fully immobilised. The leather upon her flesh allowed the strands to be pulled tight, the polished hide protecting her only a little.
‘Spread your legs, slave,’ Atlas ordered firmly.
Without hesitation, Mina shuffled her boots apart, the heels digging into the carpet making it hard to balance as she opened herself for him.
‘Not that much, you wanton little nymph,’ he scolded indulgently as Mina tottered unsteadily, her body hanging more heavily against the ropes as her toes and heels tried to sustain her weight.
She brought her legs a little closer together, marvelling at the feel of the ropes across her, compressing her, squeezing her body against the pole, her breasts once more starting to fill with enhanced sensitivity because of their mild strangulation.
‘There, that should do it, slave.’
Mina pressed her heels back into the floor, lifting the burden of her body from the cocoon of ropes. A metal shaft was placed into the back of her knees and slender strands of rope used to tie it there. Placed above and below the joint, they ran across it in woven X patterns, spreading her wide and holding her tight to the steel. An individual line of thicker rope was tied to her ankles, and formed with deft moves into a knitted stirrup pattern, the coils circling her joints numerous times and throwing supporting lines beneath her insteps, creating an obvious suspension fetter. The excess of each coil was then taken up and threaded high over her head, reaching across to the opposite side of the upright wooden pole and through a lofty ringlet. The two snaking lines dangled down the sides, brushing against her trapped arms as Atlas strode purposefully behind her and took up the reigns to her ankles. A steady but forceful pull started drawing in the twin lengths, pulling her ankles inward and upwards and making her knees battle against the pole. Her legs lifted from the floor and were drawn towards her chest, the shaft bringing the dildo towards her lips.
Mina groaned from the contortion and the stress of being held up by a cage of rope, but the Titan stopped before the rounded tip of the black toy met her mouth. Tying off the hoisting ropes, he stepped back around in front of her and accepted the final addition to the position from Sterope. Two metal power plugs were slotted into covert sockets on the artificial testicles, these now being revealed as moulded batteries. The two cables reached out to a self-adhesive pad, and each one was pressed to her nipples.
The last part of her bondage was the addition of two slender cords that wound around her waist, locking above her hips, which were pulled forward away from the pole by her elevated legs. The cords were gathered in a few coils about her and then flung down between her legs, the pair of coarse strands pulled tight so they dug into her exposed sex and then tied together around the pole. Any attempt to lift her legs higher and deliver the dildo more easily into her mouth would have the cords grating against her crotch.
Finally, with this incentive for Mina to use her neck as the primary means to service the dildo, the Titan stepped back and studied his workmanship to ensure all was secure and steady.
‘I’m sure you’ve already figured it out, slave, so I’ll leave you to it,’ he decreed, and turned a small switch between the testes.
Soft irritating nips of current ate at her breasts, the dildo flinging the spiteful shocks into their sensitive peaks. Mina jerked beneath their attack and strained her neck forward, grabbing the phallus with her lips and swallowing it up. Rocking her head against the shaft, she moaned and quivered, her neck muscles instantly aching from the extreme pose she was forced to adopt to properly service the toy.
The nips decreased a little in speed and intensity as her mouth tested the toy trying to find out what its sensors decreed to be the most effective fellatio. When she got closer to the ideal the voltage coercion diminished, but when she strayed from the preordained ideal method of sucking, the punishment began increasing again.
After a few minutes of trial and error Mina learned what was required of her mouth and tongue, and she continued using them as best she could as the weapons on her nipples went still. She watched as Atlas slumped back across his soft throne of pillows, Sterope kneeling beside him as he returned to drawing on the pipe. The havoc in her neck was gradually making it harder to comply with the dildo’s demands, the suction the toy required also causing new levels of stress to her cheeks and throat. When she started to lax the shocks to her nipples began again, causing her to strain her legs higher, the scratching caress through her loins as the cord ate deeper into her vulva and chafed her a powerful incentive to keep sucking. But it was a dilemma choosing between enduring the pain of the crotch rope and granting her neck a brief reprieve from its strained position. Working on the shaft, sustaining the required parameters Atlas required of his slaves’ oral attentions, Mina moaned and strove to spare herself the more stringent parts of the lesson.
After what felt like hours of this repetitive indoctrination she was elated to see him rise and walk towards her, only to have her hopes of release dashed when the burly Arab simply walked past her without even glancing at his suffering captive. She heard sounds of him delving into a trunk, and her eyes met those of Sterope as the girl looked towards her. Her gaze slithered across Mina’s bound form, a libidinous fire smouldering in their depths, before the return of her master made her look down humbly.
‘Just so you don’t get too complacent, I think an added distraction might be useful in your lesson,’ Atlas told Mina, stepping before her holding a limp balloon of thick black latex fitted with an inflator bulb from which two chains emerged. One hung down and supported a tear-shaped leaden weight while the other divided in half and led to a set of clover clamps.
The bulb was forced between her bottom cheeks, the Titan stuffing it into her anus as her sphincter clenched with the feel of him filling her. The distraction made her deviate from the commanded skill of the sensors monitoring her fellatio, and she cried out as sudden intense bites of current chewed at her nipples, making her throw herself back into her task with renewed fervour and inspiration.
Meanwhile, Atlas began inflating the sac in her buttocks with a swift volley of squeezes that released hissing air into the well of the bulb. The latex sphere continued growing, expanding and forcing itself against her tracts, reaching outward as her insides tried to contain it. And as the effect intensified the pressure became more than she could bear. Whimpering and mewling in protest, she somehow managed to keep herself gagged with the dildo, sucking it diligently.
Just as she was becoming concerned about the havoc in her anus, the Titan stopped inflating the bulb. She had only a moment to languish at the level of distress he had inflicted on her, however, before it grew worse. The clamps reached up, the chains swinging in a slack arc to snap padded jaws to each side of her vulva. Taking a great and copious bite of her sex lips, already conveniently parted by the crotch rope, the clamps then hung limp, and their clinging presence on her labia immediately began the familiar arctic cramping and pounding as sensation was driven out of the afflicted area.
‘There, all done,’ Atlas stated with satisfaction, and returned to Sterope, where he busied himself caressing her dark form, feeling her up as she moaned softly with pleasure and wriggled delightedly in his hands.
Mina nearly gagged on the dildo and wept tears of strain. She knew the bulb could be ejected if she simply strained to spit it out, but instead she was forced to keep her sphincter clenched, holding the accursed ball within her. If she relaxed, or tried to squeeze the thing out, the weight would be pulling at the clamps on her sex rather than simply hanging on the balloon. Atlas had not lied when he told her it was a distraction, for it took all her concentration to ensure she stuck to the right sucking rhythm while keeping her bottom clenched tight as the weight sought to drag the orb out of her.
The shocks to her nipples grew more regular as she was occasionally forced to manoeuvre her buttocks, clenching them around the gradually escaping globe, which distracted her from properly servicing the demanding dildo between her lips. The globe’s bulbous dimensions were always threatening to slip out of her sphincter, making her panic and force her ring to cling to it even more fervently, sucking it back deep into her tracts where she could hold it more easily. She wanted to let it out, but she feared the resulting added strain of the clamps as they gained new strength and pulled at the highly sensitive lips of her sex. Atlas’s tuition was stark and intense, and even as she suffered under it, she felt perversely pleased that he could be so cruel, that he was willing to just watch her suffer without intervening, and was capable of adding even more pain to her stress. Simultaneously, she wanted more than anything to be released from her torment, but once she was free, she knew she would relish the memory of it. The absurdity of her dilemma tore at her thoughts as beads of perspiration formed on her brow and ran down her face, the waters of her flesh conjured by the terrible strain.
Lost to her awareness of the all-consuming ordeal, Mina could not even pay attention as the other Pleiades started entering the room and gathering obediently around their master. Time ceased to exist and dragged on forever as she devoted herself to enduring her bondage and making sure it did not grow even worse.
‘So, this is her?’ a man’s voice remarked. ‘When I saw her with Tethys and Oceanus she was languishing insipidly on a leash. I have to admit, she looks even more charming all tied up and in turmoil.’
Mina opened her tear-filled eyes, her face and body hot with exertion, her neck cramping and aching from the endless bobbing motion she was forced to perform for her fellatio training.
Standing before her was Poseidon, his brown hair held back with a circlet of jade. Dressed in a deep-green leather vest, he wore close-fitting trousers of the same colour, the laced sides drawn closed with vibrant emerald thread. Leather boots reached to his knees, the outward facing sides of his footwear painted with an intricate design of spiralling fish and nymphs. At his collars were jade clasps set with his trident symbol that secured the black cloak trailing down his back and leaving his muscular arms free. A leather belt ran through the waist of his trousers from which hung several pouches, as well as the sheath that would ordinarily hold a baton. Instead, a small metal stave wrought with elaborate swirling patterns was slotted into it, the patterns riding around a button halfway down the handle, the emerald stud set below a small dial. The tip was a three-pronged and barbed creation, the conductive stems ready to channel whatever distress or pleasure the Titan wished to inflict with his hi-tech trident.
‘How long have you had her like this?’ Poseidon enquired, reaching up and giving the chains to Mina’s clamps a small tug. She gurgled in protest and was thrown into even more turmoil as her nipples reminded her that, no matter what, the sensors of the dildo would not tolerate any change in skill level.
‘Quite a while now,’ Atlas replied serenely, removing his mouth from a passionate kiss with Electra, who had her limbs coiled around him in adoration.
‘Any particular reason?’
‘Her oral skills could have done with a little refinement. I’d offer her to you to try out, but I think her neck might be too exhausted at present to do an adequate job.’ He kissed Electra’s cleavage and sucked on one of her nipples. In return her gloved hands cradled his skull, her own head falling back as her mouth gaped open in dissolute rapture.
‘True,’ Poseidon said in a disappointed voice.
‘You can help yourself to any other part of her body, however,’ Atlas added generously, extending his hospitality to his guest.
‘Most acceptable, thank you.’ Poseidon smiled, and promptly opened his belt to free himself of his trousers. The Titan then untied Mina’s crotch rope and unwound it, opening a path into her aching sex. Taking hold of her clamps, he removed them, and the sight of her gasping as sensation galloped back into her tormented tissues was a vision that helped bring him to full erection. When he let them go, the clamps joined the weights in pulling at the orb lodged in her bottom, the consequence being that her anus promptly began spitting it out. She strained her buttocks to dislodge the orb, and felt him move in and rub his shaft against her vulva, more gasps of pleasure and pain spilling from her throat as she continued to perform on the phallus. He was growing harder by the second as her sex started moistening, encouraging his entry, her arousal at the prospect of his complete attention fuelled by her bondage. The orb started to emerge as a result of her efforts, hauling her sphincter wider and wider, the flares of pain growing worse with every portion she forced out. It was still inside her when Poseidon thrust himself into her vagina, his length riding deep, opening her up and making her cry out with delight at the feel of such rampant strength. Her legs and arms pulled at their bonds, her gasps thrusting her chest against the plexus of torso ropes. Shocks to her nipples tore her attention back to her sucking task, and her bottom blindly swallowed the orb again, erasing her previous efforts to dislodge it, the feel of it sliding back into her making her hips buck afresh from the intrusion.
The Titan slipped his arms around the slave’s splayed thighs and caressed her breasts. Then he ran his hands down her rope-squeezed sides, groping at her hips and bottom as he thrust casually into her, savouring the feel of mounting such a restrained and salacious female.
The touches to her welts made Mina shiver even more distinctly, and the spikes of frugal woe added to her excitement. The pleasure of being taken in such a pose made it even harder for her to perform fellatio as the device in her mouth required, and the shocks she took to her breasts as a result only intensified her rising libidinous mood, a taste of pleasure corrupting her pain and making it a furtive friend. Pitting her muscles against the orb again, she gave a gasp of ecstasy as she finally expelled the widest portion. Her sphincter rode the withering second half until it closed, the ball fell to the floor with a soft clatter of chains and rubber, and the relief of being freed from it almost made her climax.
The Titan continued pounding into her pussy as she wriggled and squirmed against the chafing bonds. Then suddenly he clapped a hand to her brow and pressed her head back against the pole. With her mouth freed he pushed himself tightly in against her and locked his lips to hers, kissing her deeply.
Mina responded with fervour, her tongue riding his even while she jerked with new woe as the electrodes threw their full rancour into her breasts. The untouched dildo roared for her to continue attending it as her mouth was held and occupied by Poseidon. Whimpering and moaning as she was kissed and penetrated, her mind swirled to and fro, the tides of agony and ecstasy carrying her away on them, dissolving all her thoughts in the indescribably intense experience. She succumbed to an orgasm almost immediately, the shattering bloom of pain and pleasure making her scream against the smothering mouth of her lover.
Refusing to stop until he, too, had been sated, Poseidon continued thrusting until she felt him growing even more rigid within her. Groaning from the exquisite sensations inflicted upon her by his impending ejaculation, she felt herself rising towards another peak, and they came almost simultaneously. He flung his head back, growling through clenched teeth as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Mina cried out with rapture and distress, the fury in her bosom, the constricting bondage, and the delight electrifying her womb almost making her pass out their combination was so intense.
The Titan withdrew, his length moist with her juices and his seed as Mina jerked beneath his swift exit, and quickly applied herself to the dildo again to diminish the searing jabs to her assets.
‘Delightful,’ Poseidon commented breathlessly.
‘Then she shall be yours while you are here. Slaves, take her down, gag her, and give her leash to Poseidon,’ Atlas commanded.
Immediately Celaeno and Taygeta jumped up and skipped over to Mina, quickly switching off the toy, and she fell back into the arms of her bondage with a contended sigh, relieved it was finally over. Her legs were let down, pounding with havoc from their long and contorted elevation. Wobbling on muscles filled with stern cascades of pins and needles, she fell into the women’s arms as they removed her ropes, her body barely able to stand on its own power. A ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, the buckles set tight about her, leaving her suckling on the large orb. Clipping her leash into place, the beautiful slaves then led her over to where Poseidon was lounging across a mound of pillows and laid her beside him, offering him the leather hoop controlling her freedom.
Mina drew her leather-sheathed limbs to her, curling up in a foetal position as she let her body recover, the return of sensation into her long-strangled flesh an arduous period to endure. Shaking occasionally from the strain of feeling everything again, she listened to the Titan talking with his comrade and keeping an idle eye on her. He obviously delighted in the sight she presented, her alluring form dressed in thigh-high boots and gloves, collared and controlled, and quivering from the after effects of severe bondage and passionate lovemaking.
‘Who commissioned this kidnapping?’ Poseidon asked Atlas.
‘You’re not trying to steal secrets for someone, are you, old friend?’ Atlas drew the small form of Merope over his lap so he might continue kissing the curvaceous Electra while occasionally spanking the Asian girl’s perky buttocks.
‘Just interested,’ Poseidon replied smoothly, turning to Alcyone as she knelt down to offer him a silver tray upon which rested an opaque bottle encased in silver latticework, and a small filled shot glass. Taking the proffered vodka, he tossed it down and curled his lips appreciatively back over his teeth as he set the glass back down on the tray. ‘Not bad!’ he hissed, running the tip of his tongue along his teeth and indicating he wanted a refill.
‘I’m partially repaying a favour, but mostly I’m gaining some debts I may need to cash in on sometime in the future,’ Atlas volunteered a little more information to his guest, bringing his hand down across Merope’s bottom cheeks as she gasped with pain and pleasure. Her body stiffened with each resounding clap, her nipples standing out like gauges indicating how much she enjoyed this erotic chastisement.
‘What is the purpose behind it, if you don’t mind my asking?’ Poseidon took up the second shot glass and inhaled the delicate and potent scent of the distilled spirit.
‘It’s all about punishment, dear Poseidon. After her original breakout my patron wanted her to suffer for such an outrage, but this outrage festered because she was returned to her owners, who then failed to discipline her to a sufficient extent, and so my patron decided to take matters in hand.’
‘A closet vigilante? That sounds a little out of character. Are you sure that’s the real reason?’ Poseidon drained the glass, and drew Mina in closer so she was nuzzled up beside him, where his hands could absently wander over her smooth skin.
‘No, but it’s the one I was given. Anyway, the sponsor of this commission doesn’t want to be recognised, hence my involvement, because my position is considerably more stable than theirs.’ Atlas deliberately avoided references to gender in the conversation, denying his fellow Titan even this most basic of clues.
‘That’s partly why I’m here,’ Poseidon admitted. ‘I’ve heard some things you should be aware of.’ He ran his fingers through Mina’s hair.
‘Really? Do tell.’ Atlas pushed the eager lips of his slave aside for a moment to better pay attention.
‘Word has it that you have her, and when the rumour reaches Oceanus and Tethys, they’ll be livid, and there will be repercussions.’
‘Those children cannot intimidate me,’ Atlas said dismissively, slapping Merope’s inner thigh and then reaching in to caress and fondle her sex.
‘Don’t underestimate their positions,’ Poseidon warned. ‘They have a lot of influence, and more power than is apparent. Remember, Charybdis himself sent her back to them after she broke out.’
‘They have his ear?’ Atlas wondered out loud, a hint of concern in his voice.
‘I’m not sure, but is it worth the risk of finding out the hard way?’
‘Hmm... what would you suggest I do? I took this commission in good faith, and it would be devastating to my reputation if I betrayed it.’
‘Well, seeing as you are suspected of having her, it would do well to move her,’ the other Titan said helpfully, letting his hand slide down and caress Mina’s buttocks. ‘Should a search of your quarters be conducted she will not be found, and those who instigated the rumour would lose considerable face as a result of their unfounded accusation.’
A few soft mewls slipped through her lips as she cuddled up to him, her buttocks flaring with twitches of turmoil as her welts protested even this gentle fondling. Half listening to them, and half lost to the sensual experience of being stroked by the Titan who had just fucked her, she snuggled up closer to him, resting her cheek against his chest like an adoring pet.
‘A wise enough suggestion,’ Atlas agreed, ‘but where could I stash her where no one would find her?’
‘It is by no means an entirely selfless act on my part,’ Poseidon admitted, ‘but I could take her off your hands. I have ways to keep her hidden until some new bauble entices that pair.’ His hand changed trajectory and delved into the cleft of Mina’s bottom.
‘I don’t know, they were pretty besotted with her cute little ass, and how would I get her to you? I may well have eyes upon my abode already as precautions against just such a ploy.’
‘Disguise her as one of your wives and bring her down to Hephaestus’s domain. I’ll have him whip something up for her, so to speak. He owes me plenty of favours.’ Poseidon pressed a fingertip along the clenched portal into her bottom, stroking it fondly.
‘And, of course, I will owe you for this assistance as well as for the warning,’ Atlas remarked.
‘Compared to the debt from your sponsor, this little favour will be negligible, and besides, I can swindle Hephaestus into thinking I’m doing him the favour by letting him have access to this darling little nymph. We’ll call it even, an act of generosity between friends.’
Mina had not realised just how intricate the workings of this place were, how utterly sinuous the plots and schemes between the nobles.
‘Agreed,’ Atlas said. ‘I’ll have her sent down to you tomorrow, so you’ve got some time to work on Hephaestus.’
‘Then as much fun as this is, I had best get to it,’ Poseidon declared, sighing as he rose from the cushions and handed Mina’s lead to Alcyone.
‘Many thanks for dropping by,’ Atlas said politely.
‘A pure pleasure, my friend,’ Poseidon responded, running his hand down Mina’s spine and making her arch her back contentedly. ‘And I’ll be seeing you later,’ he added, tapping his finger to the tip of her nose as she stared up at him. Then he turned and disappeared through the slit in the curtain hiding the door.
‘Well, slave, it seems as if your time here is limited, so we had best make the most of it before I lose you.’ Atlas sat up, and said to Celaeno and Sterope, ‘Take her to my third bedroom and prepare her for me.’
Sterope took Mina’s leash and brought her to her feet, then she and Celaeno drew her from the room. They led her down the corridors to a chamber with a large double bed at its heart. A thick iron framework surrounded the soft black satin sheets, each bedpost rising about a foot over the covers with a thick metal shaft stretching across the head and foot of the bed. The ceiling was a polished mirror reflecting the black carpet and walls, where flickering oil lamps held amber flames that filled the room with a warm and sombre radiance, their scented fuel adding a spicy tang to the air. A black wooden trunk sat at the head and the foot of the bed. Celaeno opened the latter, and began rummaging through for lingerie that would suit Mina, while Sterope removed her leash and walked over to the other trunk, from which she gathered black leather straps with silver buckles.
‘Here, we had best shave you,’ Celaeno said, and produced an expensive electric razor from the trunk of sexy undergarments.
Mina sat down on the bed and removed her thigh-high boots and gloves, looking at the snow-white satin and nylon of the new garments selected for her as the small slave began to trace the humming foil of the device across her skin. The churning chatter of stubble being eaten continued for long minutes as the woman diligently smoothed every portion of Mina’s legs before attending to the rest of her.
‘Stand up, hold onto the bed, and spread your legs,’ Celaeno instructed, watching as Mina silently complied, sinking her fingers into the sheets and stepping wide, offering her loins to the attentions of the intimate barber. The girl rolled the head along her armpits first and then started to delve into the crack of her bottom cheeks, the cool steel riding over her skin making Mina shiver as the subtle humming vibrations began exciting her. Sucking back the saliva that sought to drool from her gagged lips, she revelled in the electric attention until the implement went quiet.
‘There, now you can get dressed.’ Celaeno stepped away and joined Sterope in preparing the leather straps.
Mina sat down on the bed again, flinching as her welts were pressed upon. Gathering up the stockings first, she eased the fine denier white hose onto her limbs, the soft rustle of the fabric against her smooth skin raising goose bumps along her spine. The mere act of donning such erotic attire was titillating in itself, a reverse striptease rendering her eager for more bondage and her final session with Atlas. Adding the white satin suspender belt, she applied the clips to her stockings and lifted her thong into place, the albino satin resting its slender arms over her hips and across the suspenders. Then a strapless bra was wrapped around her torso, the cups pressing her breasts together to forge a more inviting cleavage. Her collar remained.
‘Climb onto the bed and put your arms along the bar,’ Sterope ordered, her deep voice dispassionate.
Climbing onto the sheets Mina slid herself into position, placing her arms to the metal struts, her neck and shoulders resting against it. Instantly the women began their task, applying the straps tightly to her limbs, the cruciform position fastening her in place. Black leather bonds were set about her wrists and her biceps, and then a cross ran over her collarbones and shoulders, riding beneath her armpits to hold her down tightly. The position was made even more distressing when belts were drawn across her forehead to be turned and then fed over her collared neck. With her head arched back and tied tightly to the pole, any attempt to rise made the belt press against the steel band around her throat, an incentive to remain still and not resist the pose.
The women then moved away to place Mina’s discarded boots and gloves back in the trunks. With her legs left sprawled across the bed her body was free while her arms and head were pinned down. Looking up into the mirrored ceiling, Mina regarded herself with satisfaction. She had never seen herself look so striking before. Her body looked wonderful adorned with ivory lingerie, spread and tied to the bed, the black sheets and straps a stunning contrast to her pale form. She was splayed and ready for attention, her mouth filled with the ball gag that spread her jaws wide in a silent cry.
‘We’ll definitely miss you, Mina,’ Celaeno said abruptly, brushing her long white hair away from her face as she perched on the edge of the bed beside Mina, and ran her slim fingers along her stockings.
‘We haven’t had so much fun watching a slave suffer since little Merope was adopted into our family,’ Sterope elaborated, perching on the other side of the bed, her more powerful frame creating a more significant dip in the mattress.
Mina could not look at them directly; she could only watch them from above in the reflection.
‘And when we got to fuck you with those strap-ons...’ Sterope licked her lips. ‘Mm, that was something!’
‘It would have been nice to see Maia come back and continue tormenting you,’ Celaeno added.
‘It’s probably for the best that you be sent away. After her sentence is up...’ Sterope shook her head at the mere thought of what would happen after Maia was set free from her terrible punishment.
‘You’d have suffered for that, Mina,’ Celaeno assured her. ‘She’d have whipped you black-and-blue every day.’
‘She’s done far worse for much less,’ Sterope agreed.
‘So, we’ll wish you well and, hopefully, some day, we’ll get to meet you again.’ Celaeno smiled, and together the two women leaned in and kissed Mina’s satin-covered nipples before they got up and left the room.