Beyond Charybdis (27 page)

Two of them carried folds of latex stretched between them like a hammock, the body bag flaccid and empty, clearly Mina's means of transport down to the underwater domain of her one true owner. It felt like she was going home.

Another pair held a weeping girl between them, the slender young woman grizzling in despair. She was obviously aware of her fate, and Mina could guess that she was going to be her replacement, to be locked in with Rache for the rest of her life. What horrors Rache would inflict on her would remain between them and languish in the realms of Mina's darkest fantasies.

The final pair began to unbuckle Mina, removing her from the chair as the rubber sack was opened up. Exploiting her weakness and willingness to obey, Mina was taken down and slotted into the bondage bag. Loose internal slots accepted her arms and legs, and the hood piece was pulled down to let a gag be placed in her mouth, the ball transfixed by a small tube so she could breathe.

The bag was zipped up, leaving her sealed within a loose cocoon of cold black darkness that clung to her body, making her squirm with delectation at the sensation of being so methodically entombed. The sound of inflation began as the women started to force bulbs onto various nozzles and begin the process. The bag started to swell around her, growing slowly, applying a soft squeeze to her form, relentlessly swallowing her up in its folds, making her feel as though she were dissolving, all capacity for movement evaporating with every new squeeze of a latex gloved fist to an inflator.

Mina sighed and groaned as the pressure continued to mount, the latex vice closing on her, hugging her from all directions, seeking to compress her even further. Finally, once she was crushed tight, unable to even curl a finger against the pressurised coffin, the women stopped.

Lost in darkness she was taken up, ready to be spirited away and begin the voyage home. Deep in her tomb Mina wept with joy, elated, eager to begin her sentence once she had stolen a day with her cruelly jilted lover.

 

After an eternity contemplating her future and past, Mina felt the nozzles being touched. A hiss of pressure sounded as escaping air rushed from the tight balloon suit, the sack deflating upon her. The zip was opened and Mina was dragged roughly out, her eyes granting her a shimmering white pane for a view, her captivity in absolute darkness leaving the outside world a dazzling source of unbearable brilliance.

She was lifted up, her body drenched in sweat. She saw the vague image of a door being opened by one of the black rubber spectres and as the portal swung wide one of the latex ghosts shoved Mina in the shoulder, sending her staggering forward. Her limbs were stiff and weary from her long sentence in the inflated sack and they folded beneath her. She dropped to the floor, flitting her gaze back to see the heavy door slam shut and be locked from without.

Shielding her eyes as they slowly accustomed to seeing things other than pitch-blackness, Mina examined her new location.

The small room had another door before her without lock or handle. The chamber itself bore a shower cubicle in the corner, with towels and other toiletries set on shelves beside it. There was a toilet, and two dressing tables. The first was a cosmetic table, the dresser having a soft chair before it, with angled mirrors rimmed with lights. Elaborate boxes before the reflective panes bore arrays of make-up and the brushes and sponges required to apply it. Upon the other there had been placed several varieties of lingerie, the seductive garments a delightful consideration from Charybdis. Mina traced her fingers over the silken fabrics and smiled with glee as she looked beneath and saw a menagerie of shoes. Charybdis was intent on letting her preen herself and look as alluring as possible for her lover, a consideration she felt immensely grateful for.

Opening the shower door she turned it on, changed the settings until a hot cascade spat from the nozzle. Stepping into the jets she shuddered with exquisite merriment as she felt the perspiration slide from her. Taking the soap she washed and started to use a razor to shave away all excess hair.

Stepping out of the shower she dried herself, checked that she had shorn every follicle and missed nothing, and turned her attention to her appearance.

Her hair had grown back a little since last she had been tended, and after a quick towel dry and the application of a hair dryer to desiccate the strands, the small spines stood up to attention as a bristling carpet. Mina smiled, the severe look suiting her well as she opened the boxes and began to ferret around for colours that fulfilled her purpose.

Highlighting her eyes with shade, running a pencil over her eyebrows after plucking them to a more slender shape, Mina ran a subtle lipstick across her lips and assessed the finished product.

It had been so long since she'd seen her own image this clearly, and even longer since she'd refined her features thus. She had to admit that she was greatly pleased with the result, and couldn't recall ever looking so attractive. She mused that slavery must agree with her and then turned to the matter of attire.

Sliding her smooth legs into dark fine denier stockings, she straightened the seam down the back and stepped into a thong of midnight satin. Hooking it over her hips she settled the crotch into place, slipping it though her buttocks to press to her rear. She turned and looked at her bottom, the marks of discipline faint and hard to detect, the firm flesh ripe and eager for more.

A strapless bra increased the appeal of her breasts within their shimmering jet cups, and on a whim she added the set of matching opera gloves to the ensemble, the fingers removed so she could file and paint her nails with an ebony sheen.

Sitting back to let the varnish dry she admired the final product, turning on her stockinged feet and assessing her physique. The training of a pony and Pegasus had rebuilt the muscles her eel caste had atrophied, and she was once more a toned and elegant form. Her skin was a wonderful pale colour, the various latex uniforms that had entrapped her like vampires had siphoned out the pink, leaving her an ivory beauty that contrasted the black of her lingerie perfectly. The image of her body tempted Mina to maybe toy with herself, masturbate and exploit the fact of her utter unbound freedom, but she didn't want to take the edge off her hunger, she wanted to save it all for Melissa.

Blowing across the smooth ovals of her nails, she touched them to ensure they were dry and slipped her feet into black stiletto court shoes. Without cause, the door leading out of the room slid aside, exposing a large chamber beyond.

Taking a deep breath, Mina walked through into the bedroom, her heart fluttering with excitement and yearning lust.

The room was furnished solely for what they wished, giving them all Mina had requested. A large four-posted bed sprawled at the heart of the room, the pink satin sheets glistening in the amber haloes of the flickering candles spaced along the walls on opaque steel curls. The dance of the flames sent shuddering shadow across the scene, making it gloomy and mysterious, inviting iniquity.

A table on the left wall was arrayed with selections of food and drink, a minor feast so they might indulge more ordinary appetites. The other wall had a similar table, this one offering far different fare. This table catered to carnal hunger and was armed with a variety of vibrators, toys, lubricants and other sexual devices for their pleasure. Mina smiled at the sight, doubting she would need them, but amused to know they were there just in case.

The opposite wall bore a door through which Melissa had already entered, the slender Asian girl kneeling on the bed, the two of them fed through preparation rooms.

The girl was naked save for a silver thong, her tawny skin smooth and soft of appearance. Her once long hair had been shaven for inclusion in the latex mummifying uniform, and had now grown back down to her ears, an abrupt bob that she had tended as best she could in her own dressing room.

‘Hello Melissa,' Mina said softly, wandering slowly towards the bed so as not to frighten her.

‘Who are you?' snarled the woman with venom, questioning just who it was who had used her and condemned her to this fate, the revelation that Mina was something else irking her.

‘So, you're pissed that I lied to you, that's understandable, but I had no idea I would get you into trouble, you have to believe that,' replied Mina, trying to erase the resentment and fury her imprisonment must have created. Lost in the latex folds, Mina's betrayal and use of her was probably something that had bloated to insane proportions, giving her something to fixate on other than her sensory deprivation and pain.

‘I always knew you were using me, Mina, or whoever the hell you are, but I couldn't have imagined how much. Then you left me to... to
this
,' she growled, waving a hand around the room.

‘Melissa, I was a spy,' she stated, sitting down on the end of the bed. ‘I had no choice but to do my job. But I never meant to hurt you, I looked after you, made sure I covered my tracks so you wouldn't be suspected. My own employer betrayed me, that's what doomed us both. I'm not Cindy, I'm not even Mina any more, I'm a captive here, just like you.'

‘Is that supposed to make everything right again?' she hissed, shuffling back across the sheets, retreating from her nemesis, the person she heaped all blame upon for her trials.

Mina sighed and shook her head, looking to the floor. ‘Melissa, look, it doesn't really matter what happened. We can banter about who set who up, whose fault it is, who came off worse in this, but the fact is, all I've had recently is torture and punishment, and you've just spent endless months in that latex hell. We're both free for a short time, so do you want to use it, or shall I just call for Charybdis to come and put us in those rubber cells?'

The girl visibly blanched at the thought and gave a slight shudder as she recalled the smothering embrace of the suit.

‘Good, I can take that as a no, then?' Mina stated abruptly and climbed up onto the bed, crawling slowly to the cowering girl. Mina had forgotten how gorgeous Melissa was - her curves, her petite form alluring and seductive, her delicate features, her soulful eyes and inviting breasts. It seemed as though a statuesque beauty had been condensed into Melissa's diminutive form, concentrating her beauty, carrying it far above normal. As her gaze wandered across the huddled body of her former lover, Mina felt her insides ignite with need, her arousing journey in the belly of the rubber sack and process of dressing having filled her with a volcanic appetite.

‘There was one thing I never lied to you about, Melissa,' she said, closing in on the luscious form.

‘And what's that?'

‘I do love you, Melissa,' she offered, realising now that she actually did. Before, the very same words had been made up, used to get what she wanted from the girl, but now she meant them, her old dispassion had been removed and when she said the word, it felt right.

‘Yeah, of course you do,' the girl retorted sarcastically.

Mina extended a hand and touched Melissa's shoulder, causing her to shy away with a disgruntled shrug.

‘Melissa, we don't have much time together, is this how you want to spend it?' Mina stressed with frustration, growing tired of the delay.

Moving in she grabbed hold of the girl, locking one hand about the nape of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips pressed together and for a moment Melissa accepted. Then, with a sudden violent pull she sought escape, shaking her head, pushing her hands against Mina's shoulders to get away. ‘No, I won't,' she protested, holding Mina off as she continued to try and reel her in.

‘Okay, Melissa, I had intended for this to be easier, but you leave me no choice,' Mina said, and shoved instead of pulled, catching Melissa off-guard and casting her to the sheets. Before the girl could react Mina pounced, straddling her torso. Her hands captured Melissa's wrists, pinning her down, her weight keeping the girl under control.

‘Get off me, you bitch!' she wailed, struggling against Mina, her head flailing from side to side, her legs kicking and pummelling the mattress as she fought to get out from under the physically superior beauty. ‘I
hate
you!'

Mina studied her distress for a moment and then dragged her arms down, running the girl's arms down her sides and then using her stockinged shins to pin them in place.

With her arms freed, Mina reached down and ran the fingers of her left hand into Melissa's hair, feeling it between her fingers before she moved them to the back of her crown and then closed a tight fist to secure a hold. Her right hand moved in and caught Melissa's chin, holding it tight, the two grips upon her head keeping the girl's visage facing up and utterly still.

Mina lowered slowly and placed her lips to Melissa's and kissed her gently, brushing those of the trapped girl. For a moment they remained tensed and rigid, but as Mina let her tongue gently run swirling traces Melissa's resistance started to quickly fade. The tensed jaws of the girl began to grow less firm, and Mina loosened her holds a little to show that she was seeking compliance, not dominance over someone who was going to fight her every step of the way. Her right hand lifted away from Melissa's chin, and the girl stayed where she was. She left her other hand in place, keeping her rule in force, revealing the girl's submissive nature as she relented to Mina's authority because of her displayed power.