Aqua Domination (10 page)

Gently but firmly, the four women lay Mary on black silk sheets, under which were cushions. A large woman in her forties wearing black bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings, got on top of Mary and sucked her nipples in turn, turning her on so much she hardly noticed that her arms were being stretched out above her head. Abrubtly, leather straps closed around her wrists. Startled, Mary instinctively struggled, but the woman on top of her was too heavy to throw off. She rode Mary, baring her teeth in a chilling grin of animal excitement. Almost before Mary could even grasp what was going on, her legs had been forced well apart and immobilised by ankle straps attached to chains that were fixed firmly to the floor. Mary was tautly stretched out and utterly helpless. There was scattered applause for the four women who had put her into restraint.

Struggling uselessly, Mary tried to call for help, but her gag made her words into a meaningless animal cry. She told herself not to become hysterical, as that would only make her suffering worse. It was obvious not one person in the room would help her. Indeed, most of them were not even watching her, including David, which was deeply unpleasant. If she were foolish enough to offer herself as a victim to these nasty perverts, they should at least have paid rapt attention to her suffering. She told herself to relax. Not panic.

Grinning wolfishly, the woman on top of her rubbed her breasts and pubes on Mary’s, grinding down on her helpless body. Mary speculated about how normal and polite this nasty bitch surely was when she was in the outside world, pretending to be sane.

Grunting, the woman on Mary came. Then she spat several times on Mary’s body and helmeted head. Immediately, two of the other women, young and naked, one big-breasted and the other flat-chested, applied clear plastic hemispheres about three inches across to Mary’s breasts. A tube led from each to a rubber bulb with a valve, and when they squeezed the bulbs, air was sucked out of the hemispheres and her nipples expanded greatly. It was not painful, but acutely alarming. Mary struggled fruitlessly and made noises through her gag, then forced herself to stop. To panic would indeed be dreadful. The big-breasted woman, a beautiful blonde, got on top of her and rubbed her body on Mary’s with the breast suction devices in place. Two elderly men, aroused by their sadism, came to caress their bodies and gloat over the prisoner’s helplessness. The discomfort of Mary’s teats increased by the minute, and she suffered too from the heat generated by her latex garments and her own fear. Then they removed the suction cups, though her nipples remained huge. And then she heard David’s voice, and it was the start of the real horror.

‘I’d like to thank everyone for coming here today,’ he announced, like the chairman of some boring meeting. ‘I’d like to explain about Mary, over there, and myself.’ His voice was loud and clear, and everybody paid attention to him even if some of them were having some kind of sex at the same time. ‘I first met Mary nearly three years ago, and I dominated her. She took to it like a fish to water. Unfortunately for both of us, I went too far. She was so beautiful, so submissive. Sexually submissive. Usually she’s stubborn. About two years ago she left me. I’d been too cruel. She did the right thing. Since then I’ve been trying to break myself of my old habits. But recently she came back to me, and she tempted me. She encouraged me to start again. So submissive, yet so determined as well. So stubborn. She wouldn’t leave me alone. She even had a crazy plan to seduce two innocent girls, to dominate them. You see, Mary just wants me to be my old self: a sadist. It’s dangerous for her, and for me. But she’s stubborn. So I brought her here to learn just how bad I am. And what contempt I have for her. Because really, she’s an annoying bitch.’

Mary screamed through her gag and struggled to break her bonds. Gasping with excitement, the woman on top of her rubbed her body harder and harder on Mary’s, and came, so turned on was she by David’s story and Mary’s absolute humiliation. She rolled off, panting. The big woman went on all fours, over Mary, her rear above Mary’s head, and a very hairy man took her from behind, their coupled genitals inches from Mary’s eyes. Never had Mary dreamed of such suffering, such insane humiliation. She had been able to endure reasonably well until David started speaking, but now it was unbearable agony to have so many people listen to David saying she was bad and crazy. All the physical suffering she had ever endured now seemed a trifle compared to this spiritual horror.

‘Of course,’ David continued, ‘Mary, if she could speak, would tell the same story in a completely different way. That’s the funny thing about stories. She would say something like this: I introduced her to domination, and she liked it. Before that she’d hardly thought of it, the whole scene was outside her experience, and she would have gone on as content as anyone else if she’d never had any experience of it. I disturbed her equilibrium, I messed up her life, by giving her a taste for domination. That’s the first point Mary could make, and it’s perfectly valid. Then she might talk about how she came to see me again a week or so ago, and she found me living in solitude, with the house a mess. I admit it was a mess, but I was going to clean it all up soon anyway. It’s my affair if I choose to do housework once every month or two instead of wasting time doing it every day.’

Mary wanted to say that he was lying, that he would never have tidied the house, but gagged and bound as she was, underneath a copulating couple, her opportunities for communication were distinctly limited.

‘So from her point of view, she felt she ought to stay and help me, as my house was a mess and I seemed depressed,’ David continued, calmly, the voice of reason in a big black room full of unreason. ‘Of course, she probably had some subconscious reasons as well. Sexual motivation. But she could say that she was trying to help me, to wake me up a bit, to make me happy. Mary might well say that I’m an ungrateful pig not to be grateful to her, and in a way she’d be right. But the point is, I really do want to be alone. I want to live as a hermit, having nothing to do with her or anyone else. We should all have the right to live as we choose, or what’s the point of being alive? Perhaps one day next month or year I’ll get fed up with being a hermit, and then I’ll do something else. Whatever I choose to do. But it’s my life and my decision to make, not Mary’s.’

While David had been giving his version of Mary’s point of view, a version that was a parody to her mind, the big woman and hairy man screwing above her had both come. The man pulled out and the woman stood with open legs over Mary’s head, dripping like a faulty tap while two men caressed her. Finally, the hairy man licked clean Mary’s helmet.

‘So there you have it,’ said David. ‘I want Mary to leave me alone, and she keeps refusing to go. I brought her here to help her make up her mind to leave, and it’s good of you all to help bring her to her senses. Now perhaps some of you would enjoy telling Mary what you think of her.’

Mary’s nightmare now reached a new depth of horror. About twenty people, mostly naked, formed a ring around her. Most of them were groping, kissing or masturbating. Excited and aroused, they were like a gang of bullies at school, only much, much worse.

Taking pleasure in their own nastiness, they began to deliver their verdicts.

‘What kind of woman annoys a man by hanging around when she’s not wanted? Have some sense, woman.’

‘Like a bitch in heat. Why don’t you see a shrink?’

‘There are three billion men in the world, for God’s sake. Surely you can find one who actually wants you?’

‘I actually want you. Have me instead of David.’

‘She’s fixated on David, darling. She doesn’t want you.’

‘Stupid cunt. Every cock is just a cock.’

‘She’s just stubborn. Admit it, you’re just stubborn. It’s stupid.’

‘It certainly is stupid. Look at her. You can see how stupid she is. It’s written all over her.’

‘Silly, sad, pathetic slut. Ugh.’

‘So what if you have a great body? Stop being so arrogant.’

‘Yes, it’s sheer bloody arrogance to act like she does.’

‘You’re a stalker, dear. And everybody hates stalkers.’

‘You see where throwing yourself at a man has got you? He doesn’t want you. Get that through your thick head.’

‘Face facts, love. It’s all over. Really it is.’

‘Stop being so totally pathetic, you silly pathetic bitch.’

This went on for many minutes, with people leaving or joining the ring around Mary as they chose. Some of them poured their drinks over her, and a few spat. Two more men came over her, and it became a popular game to fire rubber bands at her, aiming for her nipples.

Eventually David said something, and a black sheet was taken away to reveal a huge wooden frame with metal rings inside its four corners. It stood against a wall, and Mary knew its purpose. She struggled as her limbs were freed, but so many people, laughing with cruel amusement, held her arms and legs that all her efforts were useless. Then her rubber pants were pulled off, and she was quickly placed inside the frame, standing on its leather-padded bottom strut. The chains from her ankle and wrist straps were connected to the rings at the corners of the frame, putting her into helpless restraint and, as a final degradation, big black cushions were piled between her body and the wall so that her arse was thrust far out, and she stood there presenting her buttocks and genitals to a roomful of sophisticated perverts with her arms, legs and torso in high-tension bondage.

Stomach churning with fear, she tried to plead for mercy through her gag, amusing her audience with animal sounds. A remarkably tall black woman came slowly towards her, carrying a leather cat-o’-nine. Cheers and applause greeted her. She wore only a white leather domino mask and matching long gloves, and her slender body was all feline grace. What sickened Mary was not so much the threat of the whipping as the fact that it was to be done by a stranger, not by David. She knew that this was his way of proving he was through with her. It showed his contempt.

But when the black woman struck Mary across her arse with no warning, no teasing preparation, Mary stopped thinking about David, because it was impossible to have anything in her mind except the pain of the blow. It burned and stung intolerably, yet she had to tolerate it because she had no choice. Appalled by her vulnerability, she shuddered and moaned. Sweat poured down her skin. Her buttocks seemed to be on fire, yet that was only the first blow. Never had she felt so nude, so helpless. It felt impossible that any human being could be so well trussed, so entirely naked. She was a vulnerable bound animal in high-tension restraint, presenting to a cruel crowd her buttocks and genitals. All these people were taking pleasure in her torment.

Minutes passed. Mary might almost have welcomed more blows to end the terrible tension of waiting, but instead she was untouched for a long time. Men and women clustered around her tormentor, exchanging kisses and caresses, and many of them started screwing near Mary, facing her so they could witness her suffering and enjoy it as a stimulation.

Suddenly, the cat cracked, and the very ends of the hissing tails touched Mary’s right thigh, making the slightest and briefest of contacts, yet stinging and burning Mary’s skin like a touch of fire. Then followed a dozen feints, none of which made contact. Mary’s flinching caused great amusement. The next three blows made the slightest of contacts with her arse, and the four subsequent strikes grazed her back with fiery kisses. Five feints, and then six strikes to her thighs, heavy and harsh blows indeed, rapid and loud. An elderly man kissed the black woman’s feet, while a fat man licked her buttocks as a thin Indian girl suckled on his penis.

Ice was applied to Mary’s thighs, and at first it was soothing, but soon her skin burned terribly, and she guessed that the ice was frozen vinegar or lemon juice. Then the tails of the cat hissed up between Mary’s legs, making slight yet fearsome contact with her sensitive flesh. Eight blows came to her buttocks next, at unpredictable intervals. An old man crawled to lick her reddening arse, and masturbated to orgasm. A woman in her forties, with a neurotic appearance, touched Mary’s buttocks, then sank to the floor to be fucked by her husband, while pretending to resist.

What skill the woman with the cat displayed as she sent the leather tails hissing around Mary’s sides to land the slightest of kisses on her breasts! Slight, yet intensely painful, owing to the high velocity imparted to the tails. Everybody in the room, with one exception, admired such finesse, so complete a mastery of technique. There followed seven heavy and shocking blows to Mary’s arse. Wriggling and weeping, howling through her gag, sweating and straining, Mary burned in a hell of suffering. Mindless, she was utterly overwhelmed by pain, humiliation and degradation.

Moans of ecstasy filled the room as several couples tensed in the rapture of orgasm that so closely resembles agony. Mary was left to burn for several minutes before the black woman landed one last telling blow, perfectly aimed, between her buttocks. Gleaming with sweat, the superb sadist dropped the cat and lay down to receive lustful tributes of flesh from her many admirers.

When David came to stand behind Mary, she could hardly pay any attention to him, so wrapped up was she in her own body. Even though two gorgeous young females jerked him off over Mary’s buttocks, she could not hate him, or even truly notice his presence. He and everything else in the world had lost all their former importance, which now seemed spurious, mistaken, perhaps even a series of lies told to her by the world about the world. Now Mary could only believe in her own suffering.

David groaned. He spurted. His huge cock painted the symbols of his victory in vivid white on reddened, abused, curvaceous flesh.

‘Now then, Mary,’ panted David. ‘Let’s call it quits. You see everyone here is full of beans. This could go on all night. Be sensible. I’ll remove your gag. You promise to leave me alone. Then you can go. If you say anything else, the gag goes back.’

It was clear to Mary, even in her state of near panic, that she should promise to leave David alone. By now that was all she wanted to do anyway. Never to see him again would be fine. Besides, she could always break her promise if she wanted to – what could David do, sue her for breach of contract?