Aqua Domination (16 page)

‘You must try much harder to come against any of us,’ Mary told Jack. ‘Swim with speed and determination. If you thrust your cock hard and fast, you might catch one of us by surprise and even get inside. Try hard, or we’ll have to punish you for not trying sincerely.’

‘What a great idea!’ Carol exclaimed. She put her arms around Faye, and squeezed her lover’s huge tits. The ripe flesh bulged between Carol’s fingers, and Faye squealed in delightful fear of Jack’s penis.

With a strange animal cry of lust and anger, Jack lunged at the gorgeous body of Faye, and actually managed to graze her belly with the tip of his tormented penis before Faye and Carol dodged aside with squeals of excitement. This brief contact maddened Jack, and he went crazy, consumed by the need to relieve the aching internal pressure of his captive and tormented lust.

‘That’s the spirit, Jack,’ Carol cried. ‘Maybe you can come after all, if only you can rub your cock against the three of us a few more times.’

‘You can do it, Jack,’ said Mary, and she turned over to show Jack her magnificent arse, parting her legs to flash her gaping pink pussy.

This game was wonderful for the three women, though for Jack it was an insane nightmare of chasing. Everywhere he looked were sleek female forms so young and lithe, all shiny in the sunlight, so lovely. Carol the long-haired giantess, Faye and her tits like melons, Mary with her perfect body: all three were so insanely desirable, their youthful skins gleaming in the sunlight. Taunting, unobtainable. Maddened, he pursued these visions of wet dreams with all his strength, both on the surface and underwater. Mary, Carol and Faye dodged his lunges and teased him wonderfully, holding their breasts, masturbating, arching, twisting and proffering their lovely young bodies. They flung their long legs far apart, adopted extreme postures, held each other as though to help Jack, and flaunted every detail of their gorgeous bodies. Now and then they rode his back, and often they touched his cock fleetingly with hands, feet and breasts. Most delightfully, they held the long plastic cord attached to the base of his genitals, holding him back just when he thought he might be able to ram his penis home and unleash his trapped semen in lashing spurts. He thrashed around, growing tired and breathless. His efforts were to no avail, but every time his cock achieved a brief contact with breast, belly or buttock, he would be stimulated to fresh, frantic exertions. It was a wonderfully enjoyable game. Sometimes the women embraced him from behind, to tickle his aching penis and testicles with a vibrator. Fun also to redden his arse and thighs by brisk strokes of the plastic scrubbing brush, and to order him to probe between Mary’s buttocks with his tongue.

Mary could not stop thinking of David even though she told herself not to. She knew he would be massively aroused by the vision of three lovely young female aquanauts tormenting a helpless man so ruthlessly, especially as he had his own fetish for women and water. It was good, she thought, that he should see how sexy and strong she was, so that he would suffer the regret, the agony, of rejecting her former unconditional surrender. It was good too that he should stare in awe and lust at Carol and Faye, a lovely young lesbian couple playing with a man’s bloated, burning penis, bursting with a thwarted lust that was, for Jack, an exquisitely agonising pain. No doubt David was consumed by feverish fantasies of binding and punishing the three cruel and wanton women in his insane bathroom, his mind blazing with visions of making them suffer and coming over their captive faces and tormented tits, a fitting punishment for their sexual atrocities. Good. Let him fantasise. Never again would Mary grant him such wet, slippery, shiny delights. Of course she would not help him engulf Faye and Carol in soapy bondage!

And all the time that they tantalised and chastised their twisting, tormented captive, the women masturbated, and caressed each other with mounting ardour, their inhibitions vanishing like frost in the heat of the sunny garden so rich in the scent and colour of flowers, the buzz and whirr of insect busyness, the chatter and fluting trills of birdsong.

An interesting facet of Jack’s ordeal was the fact that he was not gagged, so he did not even have the relief of making sounds in his throat that came to nothing meaningful in his rubber-filled mouth. No, he had to exercise self-control, and say nothing, for fear that the neighbours would hear, and make trouble in some way. It would have been much easier for him had he been gagged, and able to try to plead for mercy or scream with all his might.

Enthralled and enraptured by Jack’s captive, hopeless lust for their loveliness, the women caressed each other, as well as masturbating, with fervent frenzy. Arching and tensing her powerful body, Mary worked a vibrator hard, sliding it in and out of her vagina with long, rapid strokes, throwing her legs wide apart and contorting herself into bizarre poses made possible by the fact that she was in a pool, flaunting her sexuality for Jack and David’s arousal and frustration. As she came, Faye and Carol suckled on her nipples, so big and hard, and stroked her belly and buttocks. This orgasm was wonderful for Mary, and it left her fresh, bright and eager for more. She hugged and kissed Carol and Faye as they struck ecstasy, their bodies pressed hard together, dogged and rigid in mutual demand.

After Jack had made further frantic efforts to rub his penis against the gorgeous sirens who lured him into the depths, the women hauled him out of the pool, released his hands and allowed him to pant for a minute or two.

‘Lie here, on your back,’ Mary ordered him when he had recovered from his exertions in the pool. ‘You may handle your cock and come, but only as long as you serve us with your tongue. Laziness will be punished.’

Jack lay on a bench taken from the shed, which was now covered by an old duvet. His face was just at the right height for a woman to stand astride the bench and present her arse and genitals for worship. Just to make it even more interesting, Mary tied Jack’s wrists to his thighs in such a way that his right hand could not reach his genitals, while his left hand could just barely, if he tried hard, reach the base of his cock with the tips of his fingers. Jack was so desperate to come that he struggled against this arrangement, but the three women held him down easily. He was now able to masturbate, but he faced a distinctly uphill struggle to achieve orgasm.

‘Lick and suck for all you’re worth,’ Mary told him, ‘or we’ll simply withdraw your left hand as well.’ With that, she stood over him and rested part of her weight on his face, engulfing his features in her powerful buttocks and engorged cunt.

‘Oh, this is lovely,’ she sighed. ‘Great!’ She caressed her own breasts and tweaked her nipples, arching her back in delight.

So far, David had not removed his swimming trunks. Now he did so, and began to masturbate with relaxed, simple pleasure.

‘Oh God, that really is enormous.’ Faye giggled nervously.

‘It’s huge,’ Carol agreed, and shivered.

‘It’s just a nuisance,’ said David. ‘Always leading me astray. Yes, it leads me like a farmer leading a pig with a ring through its nose.’

‘Pity we can’t make it into bacon,’ said Mary. She dipped her finger into a jar of menthol ointment and moved it slowly around the rim of Jack’s knob before putting some of the ointment inside the mouth of his penis, so like the mouth of a fish. He shuddered.

Carol straddled Jack’s thighs, facing Mary, and played with Jack’s balls before exchanging kisses and caresses not only with Mary, but also with Faye, who stood beside them, offering her huge udders to their mouths. Mary drank some beer from a can, then poured more over her breasts so that it ran down her body to Jack’s face, making him cough and splutter in a way the women found amusing. Quickly, he resumed his fervent sucking and licking, surprising Mary into a swift and deliciously shivery orgasm.

After giving up her place to Carol, Mary could not help but look at David and that cock of his. Or perhaps, she thought, she was looking at a penis and its David. The two of them were the centre of all the problems in her world, a kind of personal Palestine. What a selfish, cruel bastard David was really. Yet she understood him so well, and he understood her, much better than they understood other people. And he had finally apologised and explained. That was very important. Each of them knew what the other was thinking and feeling, and they could make each other laugh – how could you resist such a shock of mutual recognition?

‘I’ll do it,’ she said to David as she knelt down beside him and took his cock in her hand. It felt just right, like a household gadget from Japan. ‘Just don’t think this means anything, you little rat.’

‘I stopped thinking a long time ago.’

‘Liar.’ At first, Mary had intended to give David a casual, perfunctory handjob, but soon she was using both her hands and all of her skill and care. Carol and Faye meanwhile became massively aroused facing each other astride Jack, taking turns on his face and thighs. As they kissed and caressed one another lovingly, they were both possessed by a sensual madness.

‘You know what would be really thrilling?’ Carol told Faye. ‘If Jack came over us while we made love.’

‘Oh, yes, my darling,’ Faye gasped. ‘I can just imagine it.’

‘Go for it,’ Mary urged them, eager to see such perversity. Not only would it be exciting to watch, but the more other women did strange things, the better she felt about herself. Carol removed her black swimsuit to reveal her gorgeous nudity.

It was the work of a moment to free Jack and give him his instructions. Faye and Carol lay on an airbed of scarlet plastic against the fence beside the swimming pool, and they kissed and giggled, feeling as though their own audacity had made them completely drunk. Jack knelt beside them and gripped his tormented penis, which quickly began to vomit huge quantities of cream in leaping spurts of shocking length and power, while he arched his body and made strange gurgling sounds, quiet and rapid, his tongue sticking far out, as though he were being tortured. Carol and Faye gasped and writhed as they were lashed by jets of hosing male fluid.

Seeing that David too was going to come, Mary could not resist taking the end of his huge knob into her mouth. Holding his shaft tightly with both hands, she took the stunning blast of his jetting in her mouth. She swallowed none of it. When David was fully spent and subsided, panting for breath, Mary stood up and drooled, making rivulets run down her throat and breasts.

Laughing, the women went indoors for a shower, then returned to the pool where they had insisted the men remain. For another two hours, the five of them had a happy time, alternately swimming in the warm water and resting by the poolside. All became freshly aroused, but decided to save their energy for later. It was only natural that David stay for dinner. And it was inevitable that after dinner the thoughts of everyone turned towards his remarkable bathroom, his bizarre obsession.

‘Shall we go to my place and run a bath?’ David inquired.

‘Just try,’ Mary replied, ‘to stop us.’

To return to that fateful bathroom was so peculiar an experience for Mary that she felt she was dreaming. It was insane to go back. Nothing could be more stupid. It was even impossible to go back. Nobody could. Yet she was doing it. Once more. Yet again. It might as well have been a powerful magnet, and she a tiny fleck of iron. What must David think of her for coming back after all his cruelty? He could only despise her. No doubt he always had. Not that she cared what he thought, of course.

‘This is so exciting!’ Faye exclaimed as soon as they were all inside David’s front door. ‘I’m so glad you and David are back together again, Mary.’

‘We’re not back together,’ Mary replied sternly. ‘So what if I touched his cock? Big cock, big deal. It means no more than shaking someone’s hand.’

‘I hope you touch it again,’ said Jack. ‘I enjoy seeing you do it, it makes me feel utterly worthless and humiliated. It’s wonderful.’ He was practically babbling, and his excitement was shared by Carol and Faye.

As soon as the five of them entered the bathroom, Mary noticed with a slight shock that David had done a great deal of hard cleaning. Now everything looked as shiny and insanely, nightmarishly beautiful as the first time she had seen it long, long ago, when the universe was young.

David started a foamy bath running. The room was radiant with the golden light of sunset reflected from the leaves of the trees.

‘What I suggest is this,’ he announced with quiet authority. ‘We look at my collection while the bath is running. Then we have fun masturbating and touching. Perhaps, Carol and Faye, you would even allow Jack and I to touch you. No intercourse of any kind, naturally. But if you don’t like the idea, that’s fine too. No pressure.’

‘Oh, I think touching would be OK,’ Carol replied at once, and Faye nodded in agreement.

Mary thought that eventually Carol and Faye would find themselves in deeper waters of sexual perversion than they had ever dreamed existed. She felt sure David planned to lure them there by small, easy steps that would seem natural to take, and impossible to refuse. What would these fundamentally innocent girls feel when David revealed his true nature, his overwhelming power? Already she could tell he was freshly alert and active as his old self rose back to the surface from the black depths where he had forced it into hiding. But it was no business of hers what David did with Carol and Faye, if they chose to ignore her frequent warnings. They wanted to experiment. OK. Soon they might find themselves being treated as the subjects of experiments, like laboratory rats.

David opened the huge dark cupboard in the corner, and began taking out costumes, garments, and items for restraint and chastisement. Mary was stunned to realise that many of them were brand new, which meant that David was determined to resume his old ways. All his efforts to give up his peculiar fetish of bathroom domination had been abandoned, and Mary could not help but feel that David was doing the right thing, as his attempts had only led to his being depressed. Jack was seeing these things for the first time, so he was unaware of the deeper meaning revealed by their newness. As for Faye and Carol, they had only seen them once before, and then they had been in something like a state of shock, so Mary was sure that they could not remember them clearly. They too did not understand what these new items meant: the old David was back. Mary looked for a moment into his eyes, and they exchanged a secret smile of complicity. David seemed certain that Mary would not explain to the others that the newness of so many items meant that they were all in danger. The curious thing was that he was right: she would not tell. How well he knew her! Nobody else in her whole life had ever begun to understand her half as well. Mary told herself not to be so pleased by his understanding, by their smile of complicity, but it was no good. She felt a deliciously warm tingle of pleasure spread suddenly through her whole body and soul.

The five of them went into the living room to undress. Faye and Carol were only a little shy and nervous, as they had got used to being naked with Jack and Mary. They returned to the bathroom and took a shower together. The insanely clever design of the room appealed greatly to Jack, Faye and Carol: since the whole floor was tiled, and inclined in gentle planes to four drains, they could be wet and soapy anywhere. Mary broke the ice by soaping the other four, rubbing her body against theirs. At first, Faye and Carol were very nervous when David and Jack touched them, their cocks fully erect. With great excitement, the men caressed the girls’ lovely young naked bodies, praising the beauty of Carol’s long legs and Faye’s breasts. Mary handled their erections with great pleasure, and she rubbed them on her body, filling everybody with almost unbearable excitement. She found the act not simply thrilling, but a profound joy, and shockingly beautiful.

‘This is lovely,’ Faye whispered, awestruck.

‘Why doesn’t everybody do this sort of thing?’ Carol wondered.

‘Because they’re trained to settle for less,’ Mary replied. ‘Much less. Everybody has to be kept dissatisfied to keep capitalism and consumerism going.’ She lay on the water bed and masturbated with fine vigour, striking extreme poses to turn on the others even more. They all caressed her and themselves, loving the feel of warm slippery water and bubbling soap. She had Jack lie on the undulating warm plastic of the water bed, and she went on all fours over him, to rub her breasts on his penis. David, Faye and Carol poured warm water over the pair and soaped them both, thoroughly. After a while, Mary lay on Jack facing up, and took his cock between her soapy thighs, masturbating while he played with her breasts. Then she squatted over his head, engulfing Jack’s face under the powerful round globes of her arse, using both hands and her mouth on his cock while he gurgled, bubbled, and delightedly gasped for breath, his fingers tweaking her huge rigid teats. Arching and screaming he came, and Mary took his jetting spurts over her face and into her wide-open mouth.

So excited was he that he barely lost his erection for a minute, and he was soon masturbating again as Mary, Faye and Carol slipped and slid around each other on the water bed. Carol and Faye, with a little urging from Mary, began to handle David and Jack’s cocks, and it quickly seemed natural and enjoyable for the girls. The men lay on the surging plastic, so soft and warm and slippery, and the three women played games with their cocks, not only handling them but also rubbing their breasts and buttocks on their rigidity. Mary and Carol came like this, and both felt a surge of energy and delight that told them they would keep on coming and coming. There was nothing else in that bathroom except strange ecstasy. The outside world, normal life, everyday routine, had all gone, and it was hard to believe such absurdity had ever existed.

With the greatest delight they entered the bath, and tried all possible combinations of caressing, rubbing and masturbation. They used the bath, the floor, the water bed, the showers, the wooden chair hanging from chains attached to the ceiling and a big inflated blue plastic chair, giving and taking pleasure in extreme doses. For nearly three hours they played in the bathroom. Jack and David both came twice, hosing Mary’s superbly athletic body, their cream leaping and splashing on her skin. The women seemed to float effortlessly from one orgasm to another, and by the time they left the bathroom, Faye and Carol trusted David in a way Mary thought misplaced and naive. She was thrilled by their trust, which presented endless possibilities for their shattering disillusionment.

That night, Jack came to Mary’s bedroom to make a fervent request: he pleaded with her to dominate him the next day in David’s bathroom, and to humiliate him extremely and obscenely with David’s bizarre equipment. He spelled out exactly what he so desperately needed.

‘I’ll enjoy it, so let’s do it, if you’re sure you can endure such an ordeal,’ Mary agreed. ‘David will enjoy it too, I’m sure. But we won’t have Faye and Carol. It’d be too shocking for them. They might stop joining us altogether.’

‘No they won’t, they’re hooked.’ Jack laughed. ‘Please, Mary, it’ll be wonderful if they’re there. I’ll enjoy their shock so much. Even if they did refuse to join us again, you’d have done a good thing, saving them from David. I bet he has plans for them, and not nice plans either. Besides, if you and I drove them away, you’d have David all to yourself, wouldn’t you?’

‘You cunning bastard,’ Mary said, laughing. ‘I can believe you’re a great salesman. All right, let’s do it. It’ll be bloody exciting. The day after tomorrow, OK? Tomorrow’s too soon. Just don’t chicken out.’

‘I won’t, I swear,’ Thank you, thank you, thank you.’

On the arranged day, David came for lunch. He not only looked a lot better, but ate a lot more too. There is a man, thought Mary, who has revived himself by getting back in touch with his inner sadist.

‘Jack and I have a plan for this afternoon,’ she announced as the five of them enjoyed strawberries and ice cream. ‘I’m going to dominate him in ways that will be pretty disgusting.’

‘Repulsive. Vile,’ Jack added cheerfully.

‘So I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, David. But perhaps, Faye, Carol, you shouldn’t come. Watching it will probably make you upset.’

Naturally, the girls insisted on witnessing something repulsive, so they all drove round to David’s house.

‘You make a great dominatrix, Mary,’ he said warmly. ‘I can’t wait to see what you and Jack do. If it’s too much for you two kids, you can always go home, right?’

‘We’re not kids,’ Carol said with a laugh.

They started a foaming bath running. Mary and Jack began their preparations, to Faye and Carol’s mystification, by drinking huge amounts of tea and water. Then they all stripped naked together in the living room, an act which by now seemed natural and unexceptional.

Back in the bathroom, Mary dressed up. She donned a black plastic suspender belt with six straps, and translucent black stockings. A corset of scarlet plastic constricted her waist, and her face was adorned with a white domino mask. Beside the huge scarlet bath she placed a pair of strappy black leather shoes with high heels. The next step was for Mary to lubricate and put into place a flexible tube of transparent plastic which encased Jack’s cock. It grew wider to accomodate the base of his glans, and above that it narrowed.

‘It feels wonderful.’ Jack sighed with delight. The startling rigidity of his erection showed he did not lie.

From the tip of his penis, some five inches of tube projected. At the end of the tube was a shiny metal screw fitting. The next item that Mary fitted was a short, flexible rubber plug through which passed a rubber tube. Lubricated, the plug slid between his buttocks and Jack gasped with pleasure. Mary fastened the rubber straps, which were attached to the tube, around his waist and upper thighs. These would help hold the plug in place, and also gave him a pleasing sense of restriction. This second tube, projecting two feet from his body, also had a screw fitting at its end. Faye and Carol stared in awe and thrilling anxiety, their arms around one another’s waists for comfort.

‘You understand that this will be a truly terrible and prolonged ordeal,’ Mary said to Jack. ‘You can still back out. I promise I won’t hold it against you. There is such a thing as going too far.’ She spoke in all sincerity. Now that they had reached this point, she felt nervous about doing something so strange, a forbidden act that put on her many responsibilities. And how would Jack feel afterwards? She did not want to make him even more crazy.

‘It’ll be fine, Mary,’ he assured her gravely. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘You can do it, Mary,’ David said with equal gravity. ‘It’ll be wonderful. I can always give advice if the need arises. Jack, I just want to say that I respect and admire you for doing this.’

‘Thanks, David,’ said Jack, and the two men exchanged a handshake. Mary could see they were now firm friends.

‘Male bonding time,’ she punned, and everyone laughed.

Jack donned, with Mary’s help, a black rubber helmet that encased his head and throat. He could see through plastic eyepieces, but the only openings in the helmet were at his nostrils and his mouth. From his mouth protruded a rubber tube some nine inches long, again with a screw fitting at the end. The tube was firmly and seamlessly secured to the helmet, which clung tightly to his head.

Now Jack sat down in the foaming waters of the bath, which were still shallow, though deepening with every passing moment. Mary set about binding him with extreme thoroughness. David assisted. Black leather belts were fitted around Jack’s ankles, above his knees and around his thighs. Leather straps with O-rings were fitted to his wrists and below his elbows, and these were connected so that his left wrist was held to his right arm strap, and his right wrist to his left arm strap, behind his back. A black leather belt was fitted around his waist, and another around his upper chest. Jack lay down. Mary tied a long red cotton cord to a ring fitted to the rear of his helmet, and took it down his back to tie it around his ankles and feet, so he could not sit up. He was now absolutely trussed, his whole body constricted. With the three tubes projecting from his body, he was shockingly helpless and totally vulnerable. His penis was so hugely turgid and rigid that it pulsed visibly with the rapid beats of his heart.

Mary was breathing hard, as though she had just taken violent exercise. Drizzle veiled the double-glazed window at the far end of the room. Out there was a bizarre world of great strangeness and sadness. Mary suddenly realised how glad, how very glad, she was to be here in David’s wonderful bathroom. She looked into his eyes, and her heart leapt with joy to see his warm approval and fascination.

Now Mary could admit to herself that she was putting Jack through this ordeal partly, even mainly, to impress David. To capture his imagination. To make herself a necessity for him. David the addict, she his beautiful heroin.

‘Now for the final pieces,’ said David. He went to the cupboard and took out six things, which he laid beside the bath. Three of these were black plastic objects like large cups, with protruding screw fittings. The other three were transparent, flexible pieces of plastic tubing with screw fittings at both ends. Two of these were about a foot long, straight and undivided. The third was Y-shaped, with screw fittings at all three ends. Carol and Faye gasped as they understood what was about to happen.’