Beyond Charybdis (25 page)

Brought from the trapeze she collapsed on the floor, crying out as her stomach was freed, the residual pains coursing through her like lightning, crippling her for long minutes as she slowly recovered from her prolonged bondage at the hands of the harridan.

The tape was torn from her face and her slack lips let the gag dribble out and roll onto the floor as Rache stood over her, towering like some despicable deity of torture, brooding over her victim. Looking up across the jet mirrors of her elegant legs, Mina panned her stare up across her bared breasts to eyes of uncaring acrimony. The image burned into her mind, dissolving her loathing, making her melt before this goddess that ruled her so efficiently, a creature bred to make Mina pay.

Looking back down she shuffled her head over and placed her trembling lips to the girl's feet, taking lingering licks of the toes, running her tongue upon them and between them, her breathing irregular, broken by lust, her loins damp with hunger.

Rache did not interrupt Mina's worship of her, and once one foot had been licked, she placed it on the back of Mina's head, her balance excellent, allowing her to place weight on the toes and force Mina's face deeper against the other foot. The expression of dominance made Mina wilt further, her tongue between the girl's painted toes.

The foot came down and pushed into Mina's shoulder, rolling her over onto her back. Lying on her rubber-entombed arms, she looked up from her humble pose and saw the girl lean down and run a finger though Mina's vulva. Mina jerked and croaked, the mere touch almost having brought her to climax from her ultra aroused state. The girl straightened up and rubbed her fingers together, assessing the moisture she had discovered.

Stepping over Mina's form, she recovered one of the clamps and returned. Winding the end of the cord about her palm, she lowered the implement between Mina's legs. ‘Oh no!' Mina wailed, trying to rise. ‘Not there, please, mistress!' A naked foot pressed just below her breasts, the weight shoving Mina back to the floor. There was a soft snap and she flew into paroxysms as the awful tool gnawed at her wanton clitoris, the engorged morsel an all too easy target. Rache rode Mina's suffering for a moment until it started to subside, whereupon she started to give small tugs to the cord, the yard of excess forcing shudders of new mayhem into Mina's pudenda.

‘Stop, I'm getting up!' she cried, fighting to rise, her body exhausted, and surprisingly Rache did not hamper her, allowing Mina to stand, wheezing and panting with effort.

Turning towards the door on the right, she then gave pulls to make Mina whine and scamper behind her, the impossibly short steps making her slow, a limitation that resulted in constant pulls to the cord.

The door whirred open and Mina wandered haphazardly behind Rache. The corridor beyond bore six more doorways on either side, each of them accessing a dark chamber wherein she saw a catalogue of devices she would no doubt come to enjoy and dread. She could vaguely detect stocks of various configurations, gallows, pits, cages, poles and beams, hanging chains and all manner of strange eldritch forms that she could not even hope to identify.

The image of these numerous sources of sadomasochistic pleasure curled in Mina's heart, making her regard the girl responsible for cruelly towing her with a lewd prurience. Mina's eyes met the image of her rear, riding against the latex, the smooth rounded peaks black and catching the refractions of light across their tight panes, the grip of it down her legs as her elegant back swayed with her steps, her long hair swishing from side to side as they went through the doorway at the very end of the corridor.

Flicking the overhead light on, the spotlight beam dropped down to reveal a bland room. It looked almost like a site of execution - the dominating chair of steel riveted in place at the heart of the dazzling beam, its surfaces sparkling with wicked glee. The polished steel structure seemed to glow as she stared across its rigid dimensions, the chair made to contain even the most berserk struggles to break free.

The metal seat bore slight grooves so that a female bottom might settle in, her thighs being parted wide to run down the two flat panels descending on the front legs. The tall back of the chair was just short of being as wide as her torso, withering in further at the shoulder area so that it could remain smaller than the dimensions of the head.

From the back, two metal poles curled around to hold steel plate armrests as long as her forearms, and all across the stern device, dense leather trammels had been riveted into irrevocable place. The various belts hung lazily from the metal chair, awaiting their first victim, the chair clearly being new and unused.

Underneath the four stout legs of the device was a grill, like a drain, and Mina then noticed the subtle hatch in the seat that would allow access to her most intimate and vulnerable areas.

Led by the cruel leash, Mina was delivered to the chair and turned around before being shoved into it. As her buttocks landed on the hard seat she jerked and cried out, her bruised cheeks becoming livid with angst from being so rashly sat upon.

Rache gave spiteful pulls to the clit clamp, crippling any hope of resisting as Mina spasmed, wriggling against the arm sheath. Rache exploited this debilitated state to open her hobble and use clips at the base of the chair to catch her fetters, anchoring Mina temporarily to ease the full process of restraint.

With her legs spread lewdly, the inner tendons strained from such a pose, Mina could only watch impotently as a belt at the back of her head was pulled around and presented to her mouth. At first she resisted, refusing to open for the girl, but a slap to her cheek made her will melt and roused her desire for more. She again declined to obey, gaining another stinging swat from the gorgeous dominatrix. Another slap stung her face and she finally relented so the girl might run the leather ribbon through. The dense hide was inflexible, and even when she crushed her jaws to it, it failed to collapse and allow her to close her mouth. Rache tightened the strip with a stern yank, pulling Mina's skull tightly against the headrest.

Resting in the solid arms of the chair, Mina felt the buckles down the latex sheath being unfastened and the girl started to pick at the laces. The opportunity to try and break out was close. Against all reason, Mina found herself deliberating whether to try or not. Yes, she wanted escape, but also, she had a mistress dedicated to her, who would never stop, never leave her again. She had suffered loss and anguish when separated from her previous owners and beloved castes and fellow slaves, if she would just surrender herself to Rache, give the girl her body and soul, she could find paradise. But every time she pictured life it wasn't in the skies, and that was where her true love lay.

Unable to bend over now, Mina wailed as the clamp was removed, the eruption of stolen feeling making her rear clap against the seat as she jiggled up and down, her loins thrusting into the air as though they could fling free the loathsome sensations.

Again her enfeebled and distracted condition was used to condemn her, and acting with speed and skill Rache slipped the latex sheath free and stretched an arm down. A buckled belt grabbed at the wrist and the leather strap tightened with a brutal yank, pressing the flesh against the steel sides of the backrest.

Mina tore her other arm free to try and unfasten the restraints and get out before she was fully immobilised, but the girl had defeated her already. Rache grabbed Mina's arm and held tightly to it with both of hers. Full of rage Mina burbled against the gag, sending rivulets over the leather barricade as she tugged and thrashed, trying to get it free. But the girl was stronger than she appeared, and Mina was wailing in jeopardy as Rache forced the limb down, bringing it slowly towards the side. A knee pressed into her forearm, paining the flesh and making Mina croak with the discomfort as the restraint was tightened into place.

Rache stepped back to admire her handiwork, her dull stare panning across Mina as she lay bound to the chair, her body straining against the bonds, a slight glaze of sweat being conjured from her skin by the fight to gain her freedom.

The girl began her work with steady precision, taking up the rest of the trammels and setting them firmly to Mina's helpless frame. Added strips ran over her upper arms, over her forearms, and about her throat. A pair of leather ribbons acted like strangling jaws, running closely above and below her breasts, scooping them up between them and squeezing to her ribs, oppressing each breath and making the feminine flesh swell with added feeling. Another captured her waist, hauling in the softer region as another secured her hips, dragging firmly back to pin her hindquarters into position. Straps ran over her inner thighs and above her knees before another was set below the joint.

Every inch of Mina was immobile, and she tensed her muscles, the feel of the straps rising as they dug into her flesh. It felt good to be left so helpless, to be left utterly compliant to another's will. The girl could and would do anything she wished now, and there was nothing Mina could do to stop her.

The girl stepped up and straddled Mina's lap, settling in, making her libido churn with the feel of latex-coated buttocks seating themselves on her, the thighs of this goddess of pain resting on her own petrified ones. The naked breasts of the girl were just short of her own, Mina's eyes wide as they regarded the torso of the exquisite female, studying her, aching to kiss and lick her, to even just touch her would be a blessing. But the girl was spitefully teasing, letting Mina strain and struggle, betray her hunger for Rache and be starved.

The pointed nails of the girl rose and closed on Mina's breasts, running the daggers gently over the skin before inflicting gentle prods about the aureole, introducing flicks of distress. After tapping her nails steadily all about her nipples, she began to point them into the swollen nuggets, jabbing them lightly so as to make the engorged flesh shudder with discomfort.

The girl tormented her thus for a while, leisurely testing the full spectrum of Mina's responses to it before she merely closed her fingers to the assailed morsels and squeezed. Mina's respiration rasped over the gag, her chest fighting the straps with each gasping breath. The effects of the fierce holds were magnified by the straps and by the recent prods, and as the girl began to roll her fingers, Mina was groaning and sobbing for mercy, but Rache merely continued to watch Mina's expression as tears slid down her features. Rache continued the maltreatment until Mina was a sobbing wreck, and then merely released them and stepped from Mina's body.

Sighing with relief, Mina could still feel the residual ache in her breasts, the glorious lingering trace soothing her, the act having rekindled her masochistic need. With endorphins flowing again she was hungry for more discipline, to be made the girl's slave. It was not a futile wish, and though she knew she would regret such thoughts when the worst of her punishments were being applied, she knew she would love them afterwards and want more, and be all the more sated the harsher and more callous they had been.

The girl moved behind the chair and settled down, the soft murmur of stretching rubber making Mina's desire curl within her. What would this girl do when she realised just how aroused Mina was by her? Would her torments be affected when she discovered Mina's insatiable hunger for abuse and humiliation?

The girl strode to the wall and pressed her hand to it as Mina watched through tear-flecked eyes, the beads of moisture hanging on her eyelashes distorting her vision, making every refraction of light wink like an angelic star. A hatch opened up and she reached in, drawing free a magic wand, the black stem of the handle bearing the small strut and bulbous vibrating head of the exquisite sex toy. Mina bit the gag with glee as she beheld the device, for it was a source of pleasure that made any vibrator a pathetic runner-up by comparison. A roll of red tape was also removed and brought over, Rache closing the concealed hatch and leaving Mina wondering what else was hidden in the very structure of the chamber.

A socket hidden on the back of the chair accepted the wand and the girl paid out the cord, bringing it over and between Mina's parted thighs. Dipping it into Mina's sex, she tensed with the feel of it sliding against her, the girl pushing so that her clitoris rested gently upon its soon to be thrumming head. Two strips of tape were used to secure it in place, leaving Mina unable to escape it, not that she would even wish to.

Rache turned it on, using the more lethargic setting, the device breaking into an oscillating rhythm that sent astonishingly intense vibrations through her sex. A rattling exhale poured from Mina's throat, the heady bliss galloping through her, making her wither into the stern arms of bondage, her eyelids fluttering, her jaw dropping open.

The girl watched her reaction for a moment and then stepped forward to turn around and present her latex-sheathed rear to Mina's ravenous gaze. Shuddering on the wand, Mina yearned to touch her, to feel the flesh that owned her, wrapped tightly in the fetishistic shell.

The girl shuffled back, bringing herself a little closer. Mina's hands stretched against the wrist straps, her fingers straining forward, her tips just short of being able to touch, the fabric beckoning, making her livid with need. She would give anything to just run her hand over the rear of her owner, just once, just to hold it and feel Rache's power over her. The quivering head of the wand blithely continued its singular mission, drawing intense pleasure from Mina's womb, making her tremble, every depraved thought and segment of longing bolstered by the bliss, turned from a simple peccadillo into a raging insatiable obsession.