Enslaved by Charybdis

Enslaved by Charybdis
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ISBN:  9781780800127
Author:  Bruce McLachlan
Word Count:  64,890
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Captured by CharybdisCaptured by Charybdis
Beyond CharybdisBeyond Charybdis
MoonspawnMoonspawn
MoonslaveMoonslave

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.
Once back in their quarters, Tethys and Oceanus took Mina straight into their personal dungeon. They each pressed a hand to the wall, and a group of four tiles clicked open, the hidden cabinet offering them a range of toys.
   A gag was selected, and the large ball forced between Mina's lips. The foam was slightly yielding; large enough to fill her mouth entirely and stretch her jaw wide open while refusing her the ability to spit it out. The strap running through its centre was buckled firmly about her skull, and she was led to the wall by it. After removing her leads, her owners locked her collar directly to a wall ring, employing a stout padlock to ensure her confinement, and left their slave with her cheek resting against the black tiles, suspended almost on tiptoe, as they went to dress for dinner. In their absence, Mina's belt was commanded to keep her occupied, and the device broke into activity the moment the door hummed closed and locked.
   The plugs inside her began purring and vibrating at a frenetic pitch, humming against her sex and making her strain against her various bonds, moaning with rapture as she rubbed herself against the wall, pressing her thighs tightly together. The instruments teased her perfectly, bringing her relentlessly towards orgasm before going suddenly inert. She groaned and tried to ride herself against them, desperately seeking the last few caresses that would cast her into a heady bliss.
   As though responding to her wanton dance, the belt applied painfully sharp nips to her clitoris, making her squeal. She threw her head against the ring, yanking at it in an effort to break free, her shackled hands clawing at the device as it punished her grievously. Gurgling, fighting the bondage, she was left dazed and weak when the discipline finally ceased. Then the insidious belt began teasing her again.
   Moaning her denial of this horrid treatment, Mina could not help but dissolve upon it again. The vibrations lifted her onto her toes, sprawling her licentiously against the wall.
   The belt again ceased its manipulation of her sex, the automated device showing her no mercy, blindly obeying its programme of spiteful boredom alleviation. Then, as she sobbed and tensed with expectant dread, the toy proved its lack of pity by applying the chastisement once again. Having detected her imminent orgasm with its sly sensors, the instrument turned its wrath upon her clitoris, thrashing it with an electrical scourge to drive her passion away.
   The excruciating ordeal ended a second time and Mina collapsed against the wall, tense and writhing. With a tear trickling down her cheek she smiled softly against the gag, knowing that pleasure was due her now. Even after the horror of denial, and the trial of punishing electric bites, the pleasure was a fine reward and more than paid for her suffering.
   Afterwards the rote of teasing, denial and punishment was repeated again and again, reducing her to little more than a creature of base instinct, every thought driven from her and leaving only a libidinous craving. Finally the door hissed open behind her as she was waiting for another bout of punishment. With her fingernails digging into her palms she rocked herself against the belt, rubbing the crotch plate against the wall in the dim hope of acquiring orgasmic relief. The sight of the two Titans branded itself into her mind in that moment, and her sexual hunger stoked her longing for them almost painfully. In the mysteriously lost moments before climax they appeared almost divinely beautiful to her, and the timing of their entrance made her feel even more worshipfully devoted to them.
   They were dressed to complement each other, matching both styles and fabric. They both wore a sleeveless halter-top of glossy black vinyl stretched tightly over their torsos and refracting the dull light of the room upon its perfectly polished surface. From beneath the tops extended Lycra leggings of a deep and luscious blue disappearing into knee-high black patent leather boots. Tethys was perched atop skyscraper heels with a slight platform to ease the rise, and a fishnet scarf was draped over both their shoulders and down their arms, secured in long opera gloves on Tethys and in short wrist-length gloves on Oceanus, both sets having had all the fingers removed. Their rings were on brazen display, and their fingernails were painted to match their leggings, the same hue reflected in Tethys's cosmetics. Finally, both masters carried a short crop, the purple woven stem armed with a leather hoop-tip and a moulded handle.
   Scarcely had Mina succumbed to the pleasure of seeing them thus than the belt vindictively began its intimate discipline once more, searing her sex and making her whole body jump. Fighting her bonds, she was forced to endure her suffering - the process of once more being dragged back away from her climax. Submerged in her woe as the ordeal finally ended and she hung limp from her bonds, she suddenly found her owners beside her, running their painted nails down her skin. The belt started its monotonous droning toil again, and she was afraid they merely intended to study her distress.
   'Is our slave ready to go to dinner?' Tethys asked.
   Mina nodded as best she could, her legs crossing as she felt herself being eased back towards a denied rapture.
   'Good,' her mistress said, and snapped a key into the padlock.
   The moment it popped open the belt ceased its work, leaving Mina aroused and hot for attention, but sealed up tight and unable to do anything about it.
   'There have been some changes of plan. It turns out Pan has a new troupe he wants to show off, and the Furies have a new game to entertain us. Most of the Titans will be there, and it will be a grand opportunity to show off our new prized pet,' Tethys declared softly, stroking Mina's shuddering form.
   The Titans applied their leashes to her and brought her up in their wake. She walked behind them, two lengths of silver chain connecting her to her owners. She was barely aware of her surroundings as she was led from the chamber, her eyes fixed on the rear view of her masters. She watched obsessively as their bodies moved inside the tight confines of the black vinyl, her mind full of fantasies of kissing and lapping at their sexes, of tasting of their lips and their flesh. The shimmer and shift of reflected light on their fine physiques was a hypnotic charm to her indoctrinated eyes. She could not resist the allure of their rippling muscles as her owners strode boldly down the corridors leading her behind them, her own body encased in steel ribbons, her mouth still full of sodden foam. She ached with every fibre of her being to have them use her, punish her, pleasure her and bind her, for to be attended by those she loved so much was pleasure enough in itself, whatever form it took.
   So enamoured was she with her fantasies that Mina was not aware of how radical her devotion had become, of how deeply in love she had fallen with her owners. She adored them knowing they possessed her entirely, her feelings for them running through her mind and filling her thoughts refusing her even the mere concept of denying them anything. All she wanted was to please them, and to make them proud of her. The empty vessel she had been was filled to capacity with licentious depravity now and overflowing with longing as a result of Project Charybdis.
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A Very Good Second Book in the Trilogy
Friday, 8 January 2010  | 

Back in 2006 I favorably reviewed Bruce McLachlan's earlier SF/Erotic novel, Captured by Charybdis; and I'm now glad to have the sequel.

There are some great and fanciful scenes in this book from Chimera. In particular I liked the hunt, where the prizes are 'speared' by a butt plug that holds them prisoner when captured. I look forward to reading the third Charybdis novel and seeing how the story turns out - and you will too. A must read and purchase.


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