Aqua Domination (21 page)

‘I admit it,’ Mary proclaimed. ‘I am the Svengali behind poor little David. Doctor Mabuse, Satan and the four horsemen of the Apocalypse: they’re all me. And I bet David has a nasty plan already worked out for my punishment.’

‘How well you know me!’ David exclaimed, shaking his head. ‘No wonder I’m afraid of you when you know me so well. Yes, of course, I have something nasty in mind.’

‘Good,’ Mary told him, smiling a warm and happy smile. ‘I told you you’d feel better if you resumed your real life as a sadist, and look at you, you’re flying. I’ve succeeded in recreating the monster, how very clever of me! Sit down all of you, have a cup of tea, and then we’ll go back to David’s bloody bathroom.’

Feeling a little deflated and puzzled by Mary’s attitude, the others calmed down and accepted tea from her. She felt a calm, strong sense of joy and clarity, as though she had climbed through the clouds and could see every star. When they returned to the bathroom, the wind and rain had stopped and, as the sun began to set somewhere behind thick grey clouds, Mary saw a blackbird singing on the high white fence, though she could not hear it through the double glazing. So what, she thought, if birds only sing as part of an endless fight about their territory? It still makes me feel good.

Quickly all five of them were naked once more.

‘With your permission,’ said David, ‘Jack and I will help you three ladies dress up for an interesting new game. You’ll need to go down on all fours.’

‘We won’t let you tie us up,’ Carol insisted.

‘Of course, you and Faye won’t be tied up,’ David replied with what Mary thought was suspicious warmth.

‘This will be a terrible experience,’ she told Faye and Carol. ‘For all three of us. I know that gleeful look of David’s. But so what?’

‘Faye and I have to do this,’ said Carol.

‘David promised,’ Faye added, ‘that punishing you in this way will make us feel like a real couple again, a gang of two, united and strong.’

‘David doesn’t lie,’ Mary told the girls, ‘but you do have to think about the exact wording. Like making a pact with the Devil.’

‘I’m not much of a fallen angel,’ David said, laughing. ‘Except in your dreams. Put these on, please.’

Step by step, the trio of lovely young women were transformed into gleaming, hard-curved sex objects, as they willingly submitted to another experiment in calculated perversity. Tense with expectation, Carol and Faye donned broad belts, elastic-topped stockings and long gloves, all of shiny black plastic, while Mary adorned herself with identical items of scarlet. Then strap-on dildos of flexible black plastic were fitted to the girls, but not to Mary, by a cheerful David and Jack, who fastened the shiny black plastic straps around thighs and hips, with their own cocks growing erect in anticipation. Carol and Faye gnawed their lips and looked wide-eyed at the artificial cocks and balls that jutted from their bodies, making them look so very strange. The broad and curving bases of these dildos had soft, lubricated flanges, knobs and cavities, which engaged the nervous girls’ labia, clitoris and vagina in a prolonged, warm, and succulent embrace.

The next stage was to fit shiny leather head bridles, which included padded bits that pressed down on the tongues of Mary, Carol and Faye, making intelligible speech an impossibility. Faye and Carol had been gagged before they realised what was happening, but they were nervous rather than alarmed.

‘We don’t want you to hurt your hands or knees on the floor,’ said David. He and Jack strapped large pads of soft rubber to the women’s calves, and then engulfed their hands in big fingerless gloves of the same material. Mary realised that this covering of their hands made it impossible for them to manipulate straps. Nevertheless, she submitted to the gloves which effectively rendered herself and the girls absolutely helpless, though Carol and Faye did not yet understand their predicament. She could not help but admire David’s cunning.

Mary offered no resistance whatsoever as David fitted a red plastic legspreader to her ankles that kept her legs well apart, so that she seemed to proffer her arse and cunt. Then he strapped her wrists together, and attached the rings in these straps to a ring at the front of her bridle with a red silk cord, so that she could not move her wrists more than about one foot from her throat. A wave of excitement swept through her as she submitted absolutely.

‘This is a simple game, with simple rules, aims and prizes,’ David announced, literally rubbing his hands together in glee. Mary had only seen him do that once before, a long time ago. ‘Carol and Faye, you have to try to punish Mary by screwing her with your dildos. Mary, you have to try and avoid this. If you succeed, I’ll invite you to stay here with me for three months. Who knows? In three months you might make yourself so useful that I’ll marry you. Stranger things have happened. Carol and Faye, if you succeed in penetrating Mary, I’ll give you a set of video tapes of which you are the stars. You see those mirrors in the ceiling? Behind two of those, I can set up cameras in my bedroom and make a souvenir of what goes on in here. Today I’m not taping, so you needn’t be self-conscious. But you’d feel better, I’m sure, if you had the tapes I’ve already made of you. Otherwise, who knows? Images from them and even your addresses, could end up on the internet one day if I were to feel you hadn’t made a real effort to catch Mary.’

Carol and Faye were stunned. Before they could gather their wits, David and Jack placed elasticated black plastic hoods over their heads. These hoods had holes for the mouth and nose, but not for the eyes. The two girls were rendered sightless before they could even think of offering resistance. At once they stood up, raised their hands and tried to remove the helmets and the bits in their mouths, only to find that owing to the thick fingerless rubber mittens strapped in place on their hands, they could not get a grip on anything whatsoever. They could not remove the helmets, or the bits in their mouths. David had kept his promise to Carol and Faye: the girls were not tied up. And yet they were utterly helpless. As Mary had warned, David’s promises, like the Devil’s, depended on a misleadingly precise use of words.

Mary could not but feel pleased to see Carol and Faye brought down to her own level at long last. It had surely been inevitable from the start, once they had been naive and foolish enough to get involved with David. Suddenly, Mary had a sense of a full circle: she had crawled around on the bathroom floor masturbating, all alone, when she had returned to David’s house weeks ago, and now she was going to crawl again, but with four other people joining in, so she was no longer lonely. What progress!

‘Now then, Carol and Faye, get down on all fours and play the game you agreed to play,’ David said with some sternness. ‘This is a fine chance for you to take revenge on Mary, and to get the tapes of yourselves. Besides, it’s such a good game.’ He took a black leather tawse from the cupboard, and Jack followed suit. ‘Go down on all fours, you disobedient bitches, or you’ll have to be punished. Co-operate and we’ll have a lovely time.’

Carol and Faye were close to panic, but they realised it was hopeless to defy David in these circumstances, so they went down on all fours, making noises through the bits in their mouths by way of mutual reassurance. Mary felt certain they were angry with her for getting them into such a mess. Silently, she moved away from where the girls had last seen her, in anticipation of the game starting. She was utterly determined to resist Carol and Faye, and to resist successfully. Never would such silly girls violate her with their repulsive dildos for David’s amusement. Not only was she resolved to prove to David how strong and superior she was, but also she knew he would use his tawse on her if she made anything less than a wholehearted effort. She refused to believe that she hoped to win the game so he would invite her to stay for three months: that, she told herself sternly, was meaningless. She did not care what bloody David did or said, he was just vomit.

‘Carol and Faye, you are now hunting dogs,’ he announced with real smugness. ‘Mary, you are the prey. A rabbit? No, you’re not innocent enough. A fox. A vixen, rather. Before we start, we’ll wash you.’

How David and Jack enjoyed washing three lovely, helpless young women, submissive on all fours! They poured bowls of water from the bath over them and soaped them, and also rubbed their cocks all over their lovely bodies. Every item that adorned Mary’s body was scarlet, while Faye and Carol were decorated by items of black, now all as shiny as their skins with water and foam, as Jack and David caressed them in this fetishistic cleansing ritual.

Looking at the two captive girls, and in the mirror at herself, Mary knew they were all three a stunning sight of almost startling beauty, helplessness and perverse allure. She could not help feeling a sense of pride to be participating in such an insane sexual deviation.

‘Get ready,’ said David. ‘Get set. Go!’

Instantly, Mary began sliding over the tiled floor, propelling her restrained, soapy body as well as she could with limited movements of her hands and feet. David pushed and pulled Carol and Faye round and round on all fours to disorientate them, then gave each of them a light blow to their arses with his tawse.

‘Go on!’ he cried. ‘Get Mary quickly, or you’ll get much worse than that.’

‘What a great game!’ Jack gasped in pure amazement.

‘Mary’s over here!’ cried David, and he hit her hard on her right buttock, making a sound like a pistol shot.

‘Go on, get her!’ Jack urged Carol and Faye.

‘Left a little, Faye,’ said David. ‘Perfect! Go straight ahead as fast as you can.’

Aroused beyond measure, David and Jack gazed in awe at the fantastic sight of three young females, their bodies shiny with lather and fetish garments, trapped inside a game of sublime cruelty. Mary slithered on her hands and knees, frantically pushing herself along: an absurdly vulnerable female with limbs bound, head helmeted and ripe arse defenceless.

Laughing excitedly, David and Jack played with their living sex toys: they grabbed the slippery women and rubbed their cocks against them; they squeezed their tits and slapped their buttocks; they poured bowls of water from the bath over them to make them gleam and splutter, and they soaped them again, caressing and squeezing the lush, strong and curvaceous bodies of three superb young women.

The men found it hugely amusing to tease and arouse Faye and Carol especially, and the sightless girls squealed in distress.

What really shocked Mary was to see that David looked truly happy for the first time in ages, and she was further shocked by the depth of her own warm delight in his happiness. How good it was to see him smile and laugh and lust with such simple and wholehearted pleasure. Surely, even if he was a cruel master, he could only look so happy if he possessed some basic and sublime goodness, long in retreat and hiding, yet never truly defeated.

Here and now, that was the only place to be. In creating this insane, grotesque, and disturbingly beautiful scene of two young women hunting a third in a bathroom, David had broken all barriers, opened the gates and won free. With his imagination and determination, he had forced these five human beings into the rare triumph of absolute nowness.

No more compromises, never again despair. End the waste of time. Mary saw this in David’s face as he rubbed his cock on Carol’s buttocks, enjoying her big body so stunningly captive and captivating on all fours, her long pale-gold hair hanging down in shiny tendrils, dripping water like boiling silver. Everything was so beautiful and so terrible in its reality that Mary wanted to weep.

‘Come on you lazy sluts!’ David exclaimed, slapping Carol with his palm, raising a fine sound from her bum. ‘Fuck Mary, you silly bitches.’

Carol lunged forwards, and her hands rested a moment on Mary’s back. Desperately, Mary rolled sideways, teetering for an instant on the edge of the bath. Somehow she recovered, and slithered away from the water while Carol, misled by false advice from Jack, sightlessly went in the wrong direction. Faye came near Mary, listening carefully. Mary froze and tried to stay silent. David turned on a wall shower, soaking Faye and making her cough and splutter, so Mary was able to crawl away unheard. All this soapy, slippery writhing made her breasts and pussy sing with fresh lust, greatly heightened by her anxiety.

Sighing with pleasure, David poured another bowl of hot water over Mary, soaped her lavishly, and then screwed her for a few minutes while Jack held Carol and Faye together on their sides, face to face, ordering them to stay in that position or be severely tawsed. He masturbated over them with cheerful delight. Then the men changed places, and Jack enjoyed Mary while David used a wall shower on the girls, soaped their gorgeous gleaming flesh and rubbed his penis on and between their hot foaming bodies, so soft and slippery.

‘This is great,’ he gasped. ‘Oh, you lovely bitches, you soapy slits! Now you’re just starting to learn about serious bathing. I’ll train you, you bimbos. You’ll be my captive aquanauts.’

‘Queens of water sports,’ cried Jack.

‘Mermaids in restraint, wet sluts, pet fish!’

Delirious with excitement, the men released the three women and savoured the hallucinogenic vision of the gagged young beauties, lathered and restrained, crawling around the bathroom, under the threat of the tawse.

‘Here, here she is,’ yelled David, giving Mary a brief foamy fuck. Squelch, squelch, splat, splat. He pulled out just as Faye and Carol lurched on all fours to the scene, shiny round butts swaying. Now Mary was in trouble! The girls laid their bound hands on her and made ‘mmms’ of encouragement to each other through their gags. Mary wriggled and squirmed desperately, undulating like a snake, her spread, defenceless arse flashing in the golden sunlight. Carol strove to mount her, to ram home her long thick rubber dildo. But even as she flung her weight on top of her prey, Mary twisted aside and slipped out from under Carol, aided by the soap’s lubrication. Faye then grappled with Mary, and savagely jabbed her with the dildo she wore. For an instant it seemed certain to penetrate Mary, and she squealed through her gag, but again the lather helped, and the dildo slid off. Mary raised her feet sharply and shoved Faye aside, then squirmed away. She struggled to get onto the water bed, feeling she might be safer there, and watched the men tease Faye and Carol. The bizarre scene filled her with such lust and anxiety that she thrust her pussy repeatedly against the undulating water bed, and achieved an orgasm that left her momentarily stunned.

Carol and Faye were in no position, however, to take advantage of Mary’s lustful distraction. David and Jack had seized them, and given them several cracking, foam-splashing blows with their wet leather tawses. How the girls squealed, sounding, through their gags, like distressed sows.

‘Ridiculous!’ David exclaimed. ‘You should have had her then, you lazy dykes.’

‘Try harder!’ Jack admonished. ‘Take that!’

For nearly an hour, David and Jack had a wonderful time, playing excitedly with their three sex toys like children on Christmas morning. Happily, they rubbed their cocks on and between the women’s breasts and thighs, and penetrated Mary whenever they desired. How easy it was, and how much fun, to play all kinds of games! They clipped heavy dog chains to the women’s bridles and led them around, they held Mary still and gave Carol and Faye verbal directions so the girls almost caught her, stabbing angrily with their dildos, then they let Mary go so she could crawl away like a damaged insect. Cheerfully, the men flicked their tawses at the vixen and two hunting bitches alike, accusing them of not trying hard enough, and they masturbated with pure and simple pleasure as they drank in the sight of three gagged young women crawling around in their shiny fetish garments, trapped in utter humiliation.

David and Jack got more and more aroused, but they were also struck by the humour of the situation, so they had to laugh, or rather giggle. To think that three young women could be reduced to such a state – no, it was too funny. They guided Carol around and tricked her into trying to mount Faye, and they ordered Mary to climb on Carol and try to hold her and bring herself off by rubbing her pubes on Carol’s wriggling arse. Really, thought Mary, if they cannot take our degradation seriously, they are just bad children. Yet she was pleased to see David happy again after all this time, and she wanted to spoil him more and more. He had come fully alive again, and it was all her doing.

Delighted by their ingenuity, the men told their animals, as they called them, to take a rest. They showered them with water, rubbed them dry with warm soft towels, then covered them in baby oil. Mary was freshly amazed at the insane beauty of the girls, the men, herself in the mirror, the whole bathroom. Yes, it was so beautiful, too beautiful to bear, like a hallucination born of fever, and, yes, it was clearly insane. David had broken every barrier, he had accepted himself as he truly was, so now the past and the normal world were dead, and there was nothing left for the five of them in that bathroom but the present, which was a terrible wonder. All my doing, Mary thought again, with shame and pride, and she was ashamed of her pride and proud of her shame.

With the smug air of a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, David took three small silver bells from a box and clipped them to Mary’s belt and bridle.

‘Mary is belled,’ he announced. ‘Come on Carol, Faye, you must be able to get her now. Sorry, Mary. I really don’t want to invite you to stay. Bad luck.’ Then he took a grip on Mary’s bridle, knelt down with one knee on the calf of her left leg, and gave her five heavy slaps to her magnificent oily and shiny arse.

As he released her, Jack flicked his tawse under Carol and Faye’s torsos, promising them much worse if they did not catch the vixen very quickly. Mary, her buttocks burning, moved away as quickly as she could, only to hear her bells tinkling. The sound filled her with a tingling, strangely erotic desperation. David thought of everything, even infuriating little bells. What could she do against such a monster except yield? If he was so cunning and bad, she had every excuse to give in. And joy was there, she could smell it, joy was in surrender.

The bells, the bells! She was Quasimodo, that was what David had brought her to, because she had forced him. Desperately, she crawled up onto the water bed and tried to slip down between the little gap between it and the wall. She wriggled there like a worm, making David and Jack laugh uncontrollably, in some kind of hysteria. David pulled on Carol’s chain, guiding the big strong girl he had fucked.

‘Come on, Carol,’ he cried. ‘Get the vixen. You can do it. You’re my favourite bitch now.’

And Carol was on her, but Mary struggled, and slid out from under her hot and heavy flesh. Then Faye too was on her, jabbing furiously with the dildo. How angry Carol and Faye were by now! Mary knew real fear. She was trapped between the girls and the wall. The three women struggled and writhed, oiled buttocks and breasts and plastic flashing. Mary was breathless and her limbs trembled with exhaustion. Two stabbing dildos. Expertly, the men flicked their tawses at the writhing female trio, and the sweaty shiny women grunted through their leather bits. They drooled.

Animals. They were purely animals – but what else had they ever been, what else could they ever be? Faye was between Mary and the wall now, and she used her legs as well as her arms to hold the struggling prey. She held Mary from behind, and they were lying on their sides as Carol pressed on Mary’s front, holding her helpless, sandwiched between two angry girls. Mary could not close her legs because of the legspreader David had strapped to her, so Carol was finally able to thrust her dildo home with a savage grunt of animal triumph.

And Mary was fucked ruthlessly. Jack moaned as he masturbated, and he soon came, standing over the oily, sweaty, crazed young females, showering them, as he cried out again and again, a sound of anguish. Mary, his queen, had been captured and violated. He could, should, have helped her, but he was only a worthless coward.

Grunting and drooling, arching her long, long body, Carol came, thrusting with all her strength in lustful revenge. All the while, Mary gazed at David, drinking in the sight of his helpless cruelty, his vicious arousal. She ignored Carol and Faye, and she adored and despised David now and forever as she presented him with her defeat.

‘It’s disgusting!’ David exclaimed. ‘Disgusting, dirty, stupid bitches. How can the three of you behave like this? What have you come to? Why do women always follow the wrong kind of man, and lead him further astray? What hope is there? It’s over, all over, there is no hope.’

You say that, thought Mary, but your cock is huge and solid. She shuddered as Carol recovered her wits after her climax and resumed her cruel and vengeful ploughing. Mary felt sure that Carol had been utterly corrupted. Having sex with David, and now, as his hunting dog, joining in his strange games with total abandonment, meant that she had left normality behind, and would never be able to find it again even if she wanted to. Later would come the really hard part, harder than any mere sexual perversion: Carol would have to decide whether to feel regret or hope, sorrow or gladness. There, right there, was the real weight of living.

‘Enough, you greedy bitch,’ said David. ‘Leave Mary alone, now,’ he snapped, pulling at Carol’s chain. With a kind of snarl she resisted, twisting her long, powerful body to thrust her dildo into Mary, taking a savage delight in stretching her victim’s flesh. ‘You nasty cruel slut!’ David exclaimed, and gave Carol’s hard muscular buttocks four strong blows with his tawse, snapping and cracking the leather on her reddening, heaving arse.

Still Carol resisted, but Jack helped David, and together they were able to haul the big girl away from Mary and attach her chain to a wall ring. Mary wondered if David felt sorry for her. That would be something, she told herself, though in her heart of hearts it seemed a disconcerting sign of a new weakness. His next words proved that he was in fact badder than ever.

‘Get in the bath, Mary,’ he snapped. ‘What a lucky bitch you are! I’m going to give you a chance to show us all what you can do.’ He fastened Faye to another wall ring, then removed the girls’ plastic helmets so they could see again. Then he helped Mary into the water with his right foot against her arse. She went on all fours in the deep warm water, and he took off her legspreader, rubber mitts, head bridle, and wrist straps, restoring her complete freedom of movement. She still had on her gloves, stockings and belt of scarlet plastic. When David entered her it felt so right, so warm and filling and good that she knew she was lost, lost now and forever.

Despite everything, all she wanted was to please this man, this nasty little creep. So Mary gave him her all. She gave him everything. Every part of her body had only been created to give him pleasure; her heart, soul and mind were his even though he did not want them, had no idea what to do with them, and was not worthy of receiving from her a single one of her farts. None of that mattered, because in fact she was his, that was all she could do and all she could be. Let him use her as he pleased, let him take delight from her body and soul so slavish and dazed with submission.