Beyond Charybdis (30 page)

She was tempted to try and air some last words before she was rendered silent for a year, but nothing came to mind so she watched the horrid approach of her instrument of silencing and complete control. A firm hand sunk fingers into her cheek, ruthlessly illustrating the rictus they wanted. As she spread her jaws wide, they started to feed it down her throat. Mina retched and convulsed against them, the serpent slithering down into her gullet. As the plate neared her quivering lips the nostril tubes were threaded down, making breathing momentarily difficult.

The facemask was pushed into place and glued airtight into position, Mina's breath now rasping through the two sockets at her nose. Unable to speak, or hear, and barely able to see, Mina watched the last hood approach. The dense discipline sheath was forced down onto her head, the women having to fight the fabric, forcing Mina's jaws painfully into the posture collar as the infernal thing was hauled into position. Mina wailed in dismay at the treatment, her howls dribbling out through the tubes as mere distant groans. All sight was lost, her head compressed within an iron fist, her body crushed, each breath straining against the rubber tomb in which she had condemned herself.

Immediately air was forced through the umbilical demanding a prescribed rate of breath for Mina, her lungs powerless to resist the mechanised force. She almost wilted into her increasingly harrowing bondage, the feeling of separation, of arousal at being so mercilessly parcelled was a giddy high of the darkest variety.

Suddenly a voice poured in through her earplugs, startling her with its clarity after the deathly silence of her hoods.

‘I'm going to let your servants play with your controls for a while, as a reward for a job well done,' said Charybdis, using his own private PA system into their hidden servile world.

Mina took a step forward and found that rather than attach her to the portable generator, she was now anchored to the wall as Melissa was. The cables twanged and she was abruptly stopped, wondering what the three women who had attended her would do first. She was a vulnerable target, any number of choices open to them, and it all depended on just how sadistic they were willing to be.

The answer was delivered when the vaginal dildo started to retract and thrust into her, the harsh penetration delightful and searing all at once. Instantly the clitoral nodule kicked into spurious life, humming and pounding her sex, making her gasp and totter unsteadily, her head swimming, her loins aflame.

The sucking at her breasts commenced without warning, the massaging banks of rubber fangs chewing gently on them while a suckling pressurised kiss attended her nipples, dragging them out into the awaiting internal dimple.

Mina swaggered aside and dropped against the wall for support, unable to sink down, the pole forcing itself to the chains whenever she tried. It was almost too much to contain, her grunts and sighs failing to emerge and illustrate her delight.

Galloping towards climax, the devices suddenly changed settings just before she was taken into such a release, the women expert at telling when one of their own gender was in the giddy throes of pre-orgasmic joy.

Voltage nips scorched her rear, running its length as painful bites sank into her buttocks. Thrusting her hips forward to instinctively pull away from the source of pain, Mina was cast back as the clitoral button turned from a friend to a heartless fiend.

The savage snaps had her dancing on her feet, madly writhing, screeching into the gag. The breast cups increased their attention, applying more force to their caresses, kneading her breasts with hateful spite, as well as firing nips of shock into the contained flesh. Her nipples were suckled upon most vehemently, the feeling convincing her that they were going to be torn off by the oscillating grab of the vacuum cups. Other shocks started to gallop across her body, the suit fitted with an arsenal of diabolic engines, all of which thrust their dire effects into Mina.

Jolting and screaming against the gag, she fought the rubber and bonds, battled the hobble bar, but she could do nothing save suffer unspeakably for the delight of those who had placed her in this terrible fate.

Then all the evil machines suddenly ceased their assault, letting her wheeze and catch her breath. She wondered how Melissa was doing. Had her time already within the suit hardened her against it? Could one even get used to such grand duress?

What felt like a cane suddenly ripped across Mina's rear, the influence of the weapon compiled by a series of co-ordinated electrical jolts that tricked her nerves into feeling something they had not. Jerking onto tiptoe, she dropped back, the ethereal stroke incredibly intense. The pain was soothed as the dildo began its slothful play, a slow, dull bliss that helped take the edge away from her panic. She felt so utterly exposed, so unable to even defend herself, the extreme bondage making her moist with new arousal, even as another phantom switch etched a line across her stomach.

Cursing the women, she sobbed and tried to brace for the next application. The women continued to beat her with electricity for a prolonged period, applying their strokes anywhere they wished because there could be no physical damage done to her.

Sweating and screaming, crying and gibbering, Mina was hauled through her initiation, hating every second of it, despising her bondage and her own foolish perversity that had placed her in it for life.

The flagellating voltage stopped and Mina sighed, the loss of such distress suddenly flipping the event like a coin, turning it completely around so that now she was sighing, expectant of more, hungry for it.

The last thing she expected was the flood of water that started to pour into her suit. Squirming against the chaotic flood that churned between her skin and the artificial shell, Mina's legs shuddering from the turbulence around her loins. Gurgling upon the deep gag, she relished the feel of the retraction of the rinse, and a howling soft gale started to lift the rubber from her skin to the tinniest degree, permitting her to be dried.

She felt movement in the pipe pouring down into her stomach as she was automatically fed, unable to even taste that which was being forced into her.

‘Did you enjoy that, slaves?' asked Charybdis into their ears, and Mina nodded as best she could, unknowing of what Melissa's opinion was.

‘There is so much more to show you. The conductors across your body have a tremendous range, and we shall be testing them all. And when I have you suspended next to my bed so you can watch me sleep, or pleasure one of your less restrained sisters, I'll leave some random programmes running, to flick pleasure, pain, or both into you, at any time, for any duration. You both belong only to me. You'll stay in those prisons for the next twelve months, and during that time I'll throw a deluge of sensuality upon you. I'll cook your sanity with pleasure and pain, make you scream for it, crave it like nothing you've ever known. By the time this year is up, you'll be begging me to leave you in those suits, locked inside latex for the rest of your lives, suffering together for my amusement.' He smiled imperiously.

‘Oh, and did I forget to mention that you'll also be receiving gene therapy via your food?' he went on, running his hands down the succulent rubber-encased forms, tracing the contours of the females sealed deep beneath.

‘Have you heard of p21? I'm sure Mina has.' He smiled, chuckling as she stiffened and struggled with new effort. He couldn't have! It wasn't possible!

‘P21 is a specific master gene that was unearthed a decade ago by my labs, and only this year by a Chicago institute. You see, genes in a ten-year-old and a ninety-year-old operate the same, its only p21 that tells them to deteriorate, creating the ravages of old age - arthritis, Alzheimer's, all the ailments that can rob a person of their life prematurely. Where normal medicine struggles to even figure out p21, my labs have been working on perfecting the means to shut this little monster up all this time. Two years ago we succeeded. In effect, we own the fountain of youth, which prompted the Korin, Turan merger. You see, we want to ensure that it doesn't hit the market and ruin the world by making everyone virtually immortal before we've sorted out factors such as environment and population explosion. Until this time, which probably won't ever come, we'll be keeping this little secret to a very select few, and I've decided to include you both in addition to Scylla and myself. So enjoy the feel of your latex tombs, my pets - you're in them quiet literally for eternity.'

Mina's eyes fluttered shut with delight at hearing such words, knowing now that this fate was going to give her everything she could ever have hoped for. She was a perfect slave - perfectly bound, perfectly controlled, and utterly owned, forever.

 

The beginning...

 

Mina's adventures in Charybdis' underwater dominion of sexual slavery, intrigue and erotic discipline start in
Captured by Charybdis
and continue in book two,
Enslaved By Charybdis
, both also published by us at Chimera:

 

Captured by Charybdis

  

 

 

‘Now, Miss Kraken, that was very impudent of you in there. Or was it? Did you enjoy your punishment? Was that what possessed you to be so disobedient?' the ‘doctor' accused, turning around and lacing his fingers, making sure the gloves were fully on. His voice was muffled slightly, but against the absolute silence she could hear all. The sound of three respirators operating slowly was the only answer, each of their breaths dragging through the layers of protection, purified by their passage.

‘Just a few routine checks and we'll move onto something more interesting, Miss Kraken,' he stated with mirth, mocking her plight as one of the women stroked her hair, seeking to calm her. ‘Now if you'll just relax.'

 

Mina, an agent of industrial espionage, is hired to investigate the secretive hidden project of a powerful industrialist. Following the trail to Project Charybdis, she finds an underwater world where female slaves serve the lusts of others, unable to escape as they are transformed into latex-bound mermaids, pets, and objects of carnal excess. Some are paid to be present, others are captives who have been abducted and forcibly trained to serve.

Having blundered into the project, Mina joins the rubber-encased ranks of the deep-sea harem. There she finds new pleasure in her strict captivity as she surrenders herself to those she had been sent to expose, and who now subject her to endless and ingenious acts of depravity.

 

Enslaved by Charybdis

 

 

  

After another dose of the cane he paused and set it beside the gathering arsenal already on display.

She squinted her eyes, recovering from the lambasting, her bottom throbbing terribly, each welt vivid to her scattered senses, her breaths rapid, her heart racing, a fevered perspiration forming an appetising sheen across her suspended figure.

Moving back to her head after another brief visit to his case, Jupiter crouched down before her, looking into her face as she scowled trying to find a more comfortable position in her bonds, her limbs aching, her skin pulsating from the plexus of welts he had set down. ‘I wonder how these will respond to treatment?' he pondered, brushing the back of a hand against her nipples where they hung before him.

Mina flashed him a look of dismay, shaking her head from side to side, filling her voice with impassioned pleading. ‘Please sir, don't, please!'

 

As the adoring property of her owners, Mina continues to explore the new world of decadence about her. Ensnared by the rivalries and plotting of the Titans, she finds herself abducted and used as a pawn between them, her transitions being accompanied by acts of ingenious depravity, each Titan eager to experiment and play with the new and nubile recruit.

The variety of castes she flows through, and the unremitting bondage and sexual exploits of her captors, leave Mina a dedicated slave to the strange undersea world of Charybdis.

 

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