Captured by Charybdis

Captured by Charybdis
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ISBN:  9781780800103
Author:  Bruce McLachlan
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'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.

There was a brief hum of an electrical charge washing through the metal and Mina unleashed a yell of shock. Dropping to her knees she cradled her arms, the voltage burst having nipped the flesh, numbing it slightly, leaving her fingertips hot. It was not a severe shock, just enough to cause discomfort, her cry having been more from surprise than pain.
   'Remove your clothes, Miss Kraken!'
   'No!' she spat, throwing her head back from her kneeling pose, furious at being controlled so, at being so helpless to defend herself.
   The soft purring hum of the generators sent a sheet of fire through the floor that wriggled spry tendrils of duress into her legs, her tights doing nothing to stem the current.
   With a cry she jumped up, dropping against the wall for support and massaging the flesh of her thighs and calves, the shock having left them prickly with riots of heat.
   Another jolt of sensation caught her rear as it rested against the cool metal, the spikes of voltage jumping through her skirt and underwear, casting her forward. She tottered uneasily on her shoes, hunched over slightly, holding her aching rear, eyes clenched with endurance as she weathered the far sterner effects of the shock.
   'Miss Kraken, it is futile to deny us. You are now nothing more than corporate property. You will give in to us eventually, but you will find life far less strenuous if you simply acquiesce of your own free will. You will be trained to obey, the process can be pleasant or harsh, depending solely on how willing you are to co-operate.'
   The spines of havoc in her bottom were retreating, leaving her sense of frustration churning her thoughts with resentment. There was no way out, she had to do as they wanted just to get free. She had a mission to complete. If she simply did as she was told, surrendered power for just a while, she could achieve success.
   The generator thrummed again, gathering another more mordant shock, its signal louder each time as they relentlessly increased the setting, seeking the level that would eclipse the fortitude of their latest recruit.
   'Wait, wait!' she implored with a snarl, hands raised in surrender.
   She was tempted to continue her defiance, to sit on the cold floor and endure their attack, show them she was beyond their scope to master. But she needed to find out what was wished of her first. If such bold refusal met with dismissal, she would have failed. Such acts of rebellion would have to wait for a more opportune moment.
   Opening her shirt a button at a time, she slipped out of the white garment, displaying the strapless bra beneath before dropping the garment to the reflective floor.
   As she revealed herself for the gaze of her captors, Mina felt a sudden rush of excitement. It caught her by surprise with its power - the sudden wicked delight in this act of enforced stripping.
   A rush of adrenaline made her stomach flutter. The feeling of being defeated, of having been conquered, was a surprising result to what she should have found abhorrent. Dismissing it, she denied it as a by-product of the electrical castigation, that her senses were merely confused.
   Opening the zip of her skirt, she unbuttoned it at the waist and dropped the material sheath, the fabric airing a delicate rustle against the nylon shell of her legs.
   Kicking off her shoes as she stepped from it, Mina opened her bra and dropped it onto the pile, unveiling her bare assets for the voyeurs, the smooth skin presented in the facets of the mirrored interior.
   Standing only in her tights and underwear, she crossed her arms over her breasts to deprive them of their show, scowling at this treatment. Yet it was there again, lurking at the back of her mind like a monster in the night. She knew they wanted her naked, but she was stopping here, until they forced her on. She wanted them to defeat her, to bend her to their will. Unless they could overcome her stalwart refusal, she would not comply.
   'All of it, Miss Kraken,' stated the voice, and a short jolt of woe was sent through her feet, making her cry out and drop to the floor, nursing her pained soles. Despite her little pricks of eagerness for this ordeal, she relented and peeled herself free of the hosiery, dragging her underwear off and adding them to the pile.
   Huddled in the corner as a bare ball of femininity, holding herself for protection and warmth, she looked around, frightened, not so much of what they would do to her, but what their deeds had set free within her.
   Something had been let loose of its leash, a dedication, a vice she could not fathom or explain, an iniquity that was prowling in her thoughts. For the first time in her life, Mina was actually scared.
   A faint seeping whine of pressure sounded against the quiet. Mina knew what it was and flicked her eyes around to try and find the source.
   The low whistle of gas was a momentary precursor to the acrid cloying scent of an anaesthetic being pumped in to merge with her air to more effectively subdue her.
   Jumping up, she grabbed her shirt and held it to her face to help try and filter out the vapours. Pounding her fist to the door she screamed for help, wailing at the top of her lungs. Skipping back she flung kicks against the unforgiving steel, fighting with all her desperate might, her heel aching from such a virulent onslaught.
   A cloud started to settle through her thoughts, muffling them, making her senses dull. She was still awake, could still think and see, but her body was becoming heavy, difficult to control. A haze rolled through her and she collapsed onto her seat, the shirt falling away. Propped up by the mirrors, Mina watched her slack face and vacant gaze in the opposite wall. As more strength drooled from her, she slowly slid down the cool walls and flopped onto her side, automatic instinct causing her to breathe unreservedly of the new atmosphere.
   Her ability to move was almost non-existent; she was trapped, a prisoner in her own mind, helpless to whatever they were going to do to her. Her attempt to infiltrate this organisation had backfired drastically.
   The doors to the lift opened, revealing two forms. The women were almost as naked as she was, except that each had a polished metal waspie belt cinching their waist. The miniature corset pulled in between ribs and just over their hips, its perfectly moulded contours dragging into an hourglass shape. There were no laces or seams, the device could have been moulded straight onto them so featureless and perfect was its manufacture. A triangular pane dropped from the front and slipped a band between their legs, the mirror-like cone an efficient chastity device.
   Other than these strange devices of sexual incarceration, the two shapely young women wore nothing save gasmasks to protect from lingering fumes. The black latex contraptions hid their features, and a plastic visor revealed eyes marked with subtle shades of make-up. Their heads were shaved to the scalp, dark stubble and latex straps running across them.
   They entered with complete equability to the situation and despite Mina's best efforts to resist, the chemical agent proved a far stronger adversary and kept her impotent.
   Taking her by the arms, they hauled her slack form up and then drew her out, her feet slipping against the floor, the power of even staggering placed well beyond her.
   The chamber without was a place of surgical ambience. White tiled walls and floor were offset against a mirrored ceiling. A line of nine examination tables followed one wall, the padded black leather seats adjustable to a variety of indecent poses. Stirrups with black leather trammels emerged around them, carried by fixed poles. The other walls held cabinets, drawers, places where unknown instruments awaited her.
   One other exit existed, a white door set opposite that bore no handle or lock. The room was a thoroughfare, carrying those who were lowered to it to other places once they had been processed within.
   The room was not unoccupied either, a man in white robes loitered beside an awaiting table, stretching his hands into surgical gloves and hiding the ring he wore. A white rubber gasmask of identical design to his assistants left him devoid of visage, the mirrored visor even keeping his eyes lost to Mina. Powerful of build, he strapped a plastic apron of white across his front while the two women worked.
   Mina was set onto the cold plastic of the chair, its reclining back leaving her almost lying flat. Unable to do anything save watch with mortified angst, her legs were drawn open and set into stirrups. Buckles were placed over and around her ankles, enforcing the lewd split. She forced herself to fight, trying with all her will to move her reluctant flesh. Straining with her thoughts, she yelled with her mind, frantic to achieve movement, but it was useless.
   Secondary restraints were pulled out and caught her knees. Her arms were drawn over her head and bent over the headrest despite her efforts to struggle and stop the process. Leather bonds caught her biceps and wrists, keeping her limbs to this required position. All trace of freedom was slowly being gobbled up. She was losing portions of herself by the second, her body unable to even hamper its reduction to vulnerability.
   The last part of her confinement was the application of straps over her waist and forehead. The women pulled at the excess, tightening the leather strips with a creak of strain before they threaded them through and left her immobile.
   '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.'

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Overall Rating? Five Stars!
Thursday, 9 January 2014  | 

Bruce McLachlan writes erotica with a very elegant and eloquent hand. He writes with a calm and measured pace and adds plenty of spice and drama when the occasion calls for it. This book is the first in a trilogy and after reading it, I can safely say he is one of my top three erotica authors of all time.

Captured by Charybdis features a feisty and fiery heroine, Mina, and she is out to discover hidden secrets that lie beneath the sea, albeit as a captured sex-slave. She gets more than she bargained for upon entering the under-water world, when she is outfitted as a latex-clad trainee.

I found McLachlan’s ‘uniforms’ for slaves and authority figures alike, simply amazing. Fins, tubes, latex, buttons, buzzers, you name it and it’ll feature on one of his mythical sea creatures somewhere. There are tubes that take care of bodily functions, hoses for breathing and the restrictions of his clothing know no bounds… but what impressed me most was that it was believable. These captured slaves are in some of the tightest bondage outfits I have ever witnessed in erotica, and the sheer detail, from shimmery fins to air tanks and breathing apparatus is quite remarkable.

Back to the story, Mina finds herself several leagues underneath the sea and at the hands of two Titans, (there is a Greek mythology thread running all the way through the story) Tethys and Oceanus. Little do they realise, but they certainly have their work cut out for them when subduing the likes of the little hellcat.

Mina quickly comes to realise that she enjoys the kind of torments that her new world has to offer and she is not at all sure that she wishes to expose her captives, even if she could and that in itself appears to be a remote possibility. The torture scene of Mina upon the pole for hours on end is quite something and her exploration of the sea bed, with all the other similarly latex outfitted creatures is also very entertaining.

My overall rating? 5 Stars and I’ll be reading the other two books in the series shortly :o)


Rating:  
So much fun under the sea
Saturday, 17 November 2012  | 

Wow. A luscious and tough secret agent who isn't the usual bumbling sub bimbo and her seduction into an underwater world of perversity. A delightful read from Bruce McLachlan and Chimera Books, with rounded and imaginative characters, fast paced action and wicked sexy deeds.


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Wild, Sweet and Cool
Saturday, 8 January 2011  | 

Having gained a taste for the bizarre from the books Moonspawn and Moonslave, both also written by Bruce McLachlan and available from Chimera Books, I decided to try more of this author's stuff and I was exceedingly impressed. The undersea realm of Charybdis is brilliant. I loved the settings and especially the characters. Mina is one ultra sexy babe! I've never seen a book where the lead submissive character is so full of depth, so powerful and also so lethal. She'd make an awesome Bond girl. A definate classic.


Rating:  
Hope you can swim!!
Monday, 8 November 2010  | 

Captured by Charybdis is so vivid that you actually feel yourself being taken into the depths of Project Charybdis! Bruce McLachlan really takes you into the minds of the characters, dresses you in their flesh and fetish clothing, and lets you experience the twisted events and sexy majesty of the place.


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The First in the Charybdis Trilogy
Friday, 8 January 2010  | 

Taking place in an unmentioned future time Mina is a superspy for a powerful corporation. She is ordered to investigate the Charybdis project, run by a powerful rival corporation, Korin Enterprises. Breaking into their computer center, she places herself in their files as a candidate for recruitment. Charybdis has recruited beautiful women from many walks of life for a secret purpose - however, none seem to return after they vanish. What Mina has entered into is a futuristic sex slavery scheme, full of mythological references to the sea and its godlike inhabitants. However, unlike mythology Korin Enterprises has created the undersea world for real - complete with Poseidon, Titans, Nymphs and other mythological beings. Mina attempts to escape, is defeated, and resigns herself to life as a slave.

Given that the main character is established as a superwoman - her conversion to sex slavery is a bit unbelievable. I was a bit disappointed by the story - there was no mention of how the undersea complex is powered (nuclear fusion; geothermal?); and given that Mina attacked her keepers surely they would have tried to uncover her true identity - more than just the mild questioning she was given. In addition, any story that takes place in the future should have some explanation of new technology - called the 'Grand Tour' type of SF story. If an author is going to do a SF story then they have to do their homework first. Still, this is the first part of a trilogy so the author can fix his earlier omissions, which will make it an even better story.

In conclusion this is a good novel from Chimera Books with lots of effective and nicely done sex scenes that is highly entertaining for the reader - and with a little tweaking on the author's part - can be a really great one!


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