Aqua Domination (20 page)

‘Thank you, master,’ she told Jack.

‘You can be as insincere as you like now,’ David said to her. ‘By the time we get to the third or fourth hour you’ll be pleading with Jack and worshipping him sincerely. And then we’ll still have eight or nine hours to break your spirit absolutely, once and for all. Plenty of time, lots of equipment and two men.’

Confidence was so strong in David’s voice that Mary felt an unexpected frisson of fear. What if he did break her spirit? Who would she be then, and what would she do? Would she become all normal and boring? The prospect was chilling.

‘I’ll show you an amusing thing to do with Mary,’ David told Jack. ‘Then later on you can try it.’

Jack got out of the bath and squatted beside it, watching his teacher like a good student. David lay back in the bath, then pulled Mary to lie on top of him, facing up, as was he. Sighing with pleasure, he insinuated his penis between her bound thighs, then stroked and squeezed her lovely body, enjoying the vigorous workings of her thigh muscles as she struggled to come like a fish struggling to escape a net. Later he pushed his cock into her hot, wet, vagina, which seemed to suck him in with the greed of a growing cuckoo’s mouth, but he did not thrust. Rather, he stayed still, and began to tease her breasts with the stiff bristles of a long-handled plastic backscrubber. He smiled at her writhings, and grunted in pleasure.

‘It’s very interesting,’ he told Jack, ‘to be inside a woman as you torment her. Usually, women are so lazy they do very little with their cunt muscles. They need encouragement. Do you want her to suck you? Practise giving her orders.’

‘Suck my cock, slave,’ Jack said as convincingly as he was able, which to Mary did not seem very.

Jack quickly regained his erection, and soon he took David’s place under Mary, while David teased and punished Mary with quiet competence and deep pleasure: he used a vibrator on her nipples, then poured water over her face and body, holding a plastic bowl high so that the water struck her with some force. He took a tawse and gave her a score of blows, mostly light, on her thighs, before sucking her nipples, making them even bigger. Next, he arranged Mary as though she were a sex doll, turning her over so she lay face-down on Jack. He masturbated casually as he gave Mary ten blows to her arse while she wriggled and strained with all her strength, striving with all her heart and soul to come, and finally she came, she came as a bomb falls from the sky, screams tearing the air apart, to kill the innocent in all their useless amazement, and she swore with all the filthy words and insults that she could think of in her fury at David tricking her into coming like that, whipped and helplessly bound, riding Jack’s cock.

‘We’re making progress,’ David commented. ‘Not so calm now, are you, Mary? Soon you’ll be worshipping the ground Jack walks on.’

David then removed all of Mary’s bonds and garments. She toyed briefly with the idea of leaving, as she could see that this was going to become a terrible ordeal, but quickly realised that to run away now would only be an admission of defeat. Having promised to surrender her body unconditionally for twelve hours, to do anything less than that would be the foolish, irritating act of a weakling. To submit absolutely was to embrace David in her crushing coils, and achieve victory by her power to endure, her beauty in distress, and by her compelling, overwhelmingly seductive helplessness.

Due to this obsessive, stubbornly held idea of Mary’s, David and Jack were able to move her from one form of restraint to another over the hours they shared in that strange bathroom, that perfect external realisation of David’s inner visions and lusts, a true mirror to his mind. And the hours passed with pleasure and pain that mounted incredibly. Soon all three of them knew that this twelve-hour period would be a turning point. The two men and one woman who eventually left this luxurious wet torture chamber would not be the same people who had entered it so long ago.

By the third hour, Mary’s entire body was singing with dangerous rapture. Caresses and punishments, the pressure of two men’s bodies, the suction of their mouths and the gripping of their hands, combined with the use of special instruments to probe, suck, sting and clasp her body, made Mary aware of every piece of her flesh, inside and out, and her every nerve hummed with news.

Every perverse act was a thrilling song of lubrication: water and soap, oil, saliva, cunt juice. How Mary loved David to stroke her slippery thighs, belly and breasts! What use was sex without lubricated skin? David had taught her, and had seduced her, until finally she shared his peculiar addiction to bathroom sex, all slipperiness, heat, weightlessness and freedom.

Restraint took second place with Mary seated on an inflated red plastic armchair with its back touching the wall opposite the huge mirror. To see herself there, submitting to perversity and bondage, filled her with astonishment. Red cords attached to leather straps around her wrists were tied to metal rings set in the wall at her back, and straps around her ankles and above her knees were tied to two more rings higher up. Mary was utterly immobilised, with her legs held high and wide open, displaying her genitals and anus which protruded forwards over the edge of the seat in startlingly provocative vulnerability. A broad white plastic belt tight around her waist eliminated any possibility of vertical movement, as its O-rings were connected to metal rings set into the floor by red cords, while the angle at which her arms were held, stretched right out behind and to either side of her, also served to immobilise her torso, leaving her stunningly defenceless. She stared at herself in the mirror. Could that crazy whore over there really be her? What a sick slut!

Greatly pleased, David and Jack massaged her with baby oil, and teased her for a long time, rubbing the heads of their cocks on her breasts and thighs. Then each took a tiny leather whip, almost like a bootlace, but thicker and heavier, and gave her hundreds of blows to her sensitive spots. Each blow was nothing by itself, yet the cumulative effect became alarmingly irritating, like a whole series of bad mosquito bites. The men alternated groups of blows with periods of penetration, using Mary’s gorgeous body as they chose. Then they stimulated and tormented the flesh between her legs with various devices, making Mary plead until she was gagged, after which David pushed his large and rigid penis, lubricated with oil, into the secret depths of her body, enjoyed her for minutes, then groaned loudly as he hosed her palpitating hot internal flesh, so exquisitely tight that it prolonged his orgasm longer than Mary had ever thought possible. Then the men made her come by directly stimulating the head of her clit in every way they could think of, an overstimulation that was cruel in its intensity.

After her release, Mary exercised her limbs to relieve their aches. Then she was instructed on the next perversion: she would be fitted with all kinds of tubing, in the bath, and would not be restrained. David had a bizarre collection of tubing gear, plastic and rubber, including valves, doubled tubes and tubed body harnesses, helmets and dildos. The two men used every item on her. Mary felt neither shame nor humiliation, for she had reached a state of sexual inebriation in which every strange and shocking stimulation was felt as pleasure, even joy.

And there was David, of course. Mary reluctantly realised that so long as that bloody rat, that lunatic, paid any kind of attention at all to her, she knew an imbecilic happiness.

Nearly two hours passed in a flash as they played with the elaborate equipment. Accepting everything, Mary knew the dazzlingly real freedom of unconditional obedience, and the eager welcoming of every fresh stimulation.

David and Jack thrust their stiff cocks wherever they liked, and both came. Mary was rocked by a whole series of orgasms that seemed to be bubbling up from unsuspected depths.

When they left the bath, they were all getting hungry, so after a shower the men fetched food and drink from the kitchen, and they all ate in the bathroom, as none of them wanted to leave, not even to eat. Mary took her food from bowls placed on the floor, on all fours like an animal.

David drained the bath, and ordered Mary to clean it, which she did thoroughly. Then he began to refill it with hot water, without any bath salts or foam liquids. Mary knelt to suck both men, and they regained their erections with ease. She felt the same as they did: the perverse excitement of going all-out in a twelve-hour session meant that each orgasm only seemed the gateway to an even deeper ecstasy.

‘Doubtless you think you’re unshockable now, Mary,’ said David. ‘Fortunately for both of us, I think I still have plenty of ideas in mind that will shock you, and help you to leave me alone and go with Jack, who loves you as I never can. Now we’ll put you into restraint so you’ll be ready for a nasty surprise.’

Full of foreboding, Mary submitted to being bound, standing with her arms stretched out so she could lean forwards against the wall opposite the big mirror. Her long legs, slightly parted, were straight and at an angle to her torso, which was held down by a cord attached to a strong corset of black plastic. Firmly attached to rings set in the wall and floor, she was immobilised leaning forwards, presenting her strong round arse.

David left the bathroom briefly, returning with a plastic box from which he took a white plastic ice-cube maker. There was not much ice in the moulds, and it was irregularly shaped. Mary was puzzled.

‘I’ve been saving my semen when I masturbated,’ David said calmly. ‘I’ve had a feeling for months that you’d return, so I kept it in the freezer. And now you’re going to know the meaning of absolute humiliation.’

Mary was so shocked she could not say a word. David flexed the tray carefully to loosen the ice. Numbly, Mary accepted when he put several small pieces of ice in her mouth. Then he fitted a white, soft rubber gag, over which he placed a helmet of thin white latex with a large hole for her nose. To her astonishment, she found he had put a lot of ice inside the helmet, which quickly started melting all over her face.

Never had Mary known such humiliation. It was astonishing that despite all that she and David had done, he could still catch her unawares and take her to new depths of degradation. For a few minutes, David let Mary stew in his own juices, and then he pressed pieces of his frozen ejaculate between her buttocks and into her vagina. She tried to resist, but when David gave her a few hard slaps on her arse with the flat of his hand, she relaxed her muscles and submitted to the icy and humiliating violation.

Smearing Mary’s breasts, buttocks, thighs and belly was David’s next step, after which he and Jack amused themselves greatly by rubbing vibrators over her slimy skin. Finally, her gag was removed, and she drank the remaining liquid with its unpleasant taste when Jack held the ice-cube tray to her lips. She even put out her tongue to lick up every drop, feeling that to resist would only be an exercise in pain and futility.

Coated with semen, Mary donned a suit of stretchy red latex, with a hole at her crotch. Over this went twenty black plastic straps with numerous shiny O-rings, and David demonstrated to Jack all the ways in which Mary could be bound by joining different rings together. In countless strange positions, she simultaneously served two demanding cocks.

Briefly they rested, then Mary was stripped naked.

And then she was put into severe restraint at the centre of the room and subjected to a harsh and prolonged whipping. With teasing, long pauses, blows in unexpected places as well as unpredictable force, and periods of stimulation and copulation, all interspersed so she never knew what would come next, it was one of the most painful ordeals of Mary’s real life or fantasies.

Finally, Jack and David released Mary and massaged her with baby oil. She did the same for them, and then they entered the warm water of the bath. David ordered her to pretend to resist them, and they pounced, holding her together and pressing their cocks against her oily flesh while she struggled, and pleaded for mercy. Mary’s feigned resistance and apparent fear aroused the men greatly, and their cocks were hugely rigid as they grappled with the lovely young woman, splashing and sliding in supremely sensual struggles, until Mary submitted, and was used in every way. Massively aroused, the men fucked her superb, shiny and slippery body ruthlessly.

After a long session of wet wrestling and screwing, all three of them came mightily, and they subsided, panting for breath.

‘Time’s up,’ David said at last. ‘So, Mary, no matter how stubborn you are, I hope you begin to see that Jack will soon be able to dominate you better than I ever could. Because he loves you.’ For twelve hours, David had been teaching and encouraging Jack.

‘You love me more than he does, but you’re too cowardly to admit it even to yourself,’ Mary sneered. She stood tall and proud beside the bath, nude and shiny, and the men stared in awe at her beauty. Never had she seemed more stunningly desirable. Every part of her body felt exquisitely sore, tender and excessively aroused. Her buttocks stung, while her breasts and genitals felt hugely engorged by stimulation and torment. She had never felt so alive. ‘All Jack wants is to be dominated, don’t you, Jack? You didn’t like dominating me, did you?’

‘No, I didn’t,’ Jack admitted. ‘It’s no good, David. I can never enjoy it like you can. You’re so good at it.’

‘You two are as annoying as each other,’ David complained. ‘You reject the easy and natural solution to your problems.’

‘Of course,’ Mary said, laughing. ‘Doesn’t everyone?’ She felt a deep joy that made her body and soul sing and thrill, as she sensed that this day had been a turning point: David had done so much to her, under the cover story of teaching Jack, that he surely could never stand it if she left him. What they had done was so extreme that David must once again be in the grip of his addiction. She must win.

In a spirit of pure generosity – his own words – David continued with his plan of making Mary and Jack share a mutual love, or at least a common interest in difficult orgasms. The next day, Jack was bound for three hours to be tormented by Mary. She found the session so intensely exciting that she began to wonder if David’s plan could succeed. Was it possible that she could walk away from David and be satisfied with Jack? One problem: it was the presence of David that made it fascinating to play with Jack, a man whose faults could be summed up perfectly by saying that he lacked Davidness.

Difficult orgasms. What power! Ease eroded everything’s worth, availability led to emptiness. The value and strength, the satisfaction and joy, of an orgasm, needed to be fed and grown, pushed and forced, by profound difficulties. Since everything has become too cheap and easy, there is nothing left to do but to recreate suffering, to build new hells on the ruins of the old. Thus, Jack was cruelly bound in the bath, and fitted with saddle and complex bridle, so that Mary could sit astride his back, hold the reins, and punish his arse and thighs with a riding crop, while allowing Jack to see her so gorgeous in the heated wall mirror. Difficult indeed was his orgasm: at the end of the three hours Mary tormented his tautly bulging helmet with brushes, elastic bands, probes and straps, vibrators and clips, her fingernails, and the very tip of her tongue slowly drooling saliva, until Jack came with screams of ecstasy indistinguishable from horror.

Showing remarkable willpower, David refrained from orgasm while Mary dominated Jack, though he did have sex with her. Mary found it aggravating and silly that he refused to come, and knew he did it to annoy her, and as a kind of boasting. Impressive it was not, she told herself firmly, and, of course, she was impressed anyway.

After a light meal, the three of them returned to the bathroom, where Mary agreed with David’s idea that they should display all that could be done in the bath, for Jack’s further instruction. In deep, foaming, warm waters, David and Mary demonstrated the use of specialised equipment and advanced aquatic techniques. With tubing devices, complex helmets, harnesses and probes, they copulated strangely and magnificently, their bodies arched in passion and ecstasy. Fluids surged and gurgled, in, out and over shining flesh, and they shared the rapture of the deep. Mary displayed all her skills, courage and trust, and both man and woman inflicted orgasms on one another like the hammer blows of cruel fate. Happily, they did everything they could conceive.

Next day they abstained from sex and did a lot of shopping instead. How can I ever leave David, Mary asked herself, if he follows up strange sex with great shopping?

Carol, Faye, Mary, David and Jack were reunited the following afternoon, which was wet and windy, as Carol and Faye felt they had made enough progress on their summer projects to salve their consciences. It was remarkable how natural, and how exciting, it felt for all five to find themselves naked and aroused once more in David’s bathroom, with that huge red bath filling with foamy hot water, a tempting and thrilling centre for slippery pleasures.

‘It’s great to be here again!’ Carol exclaimed.

‘Yes, it’s like real life, somehow,’ said Faye, ‘more real than anything else.’

Smiling vivid smiles of joy, both girls seemed to glow and hum with youthful vigour and lust. Their beauty was a form of radiance that made David and Jack extremely aroused. Mary sensed that all of them had gone too far, and now must come some kind of price to pay, a settling of accounts.

‘Let’s have Mary and Jack bound together,’ David announced. ‘If we thoroughly tease the two of them at once, and punish them together, they’ll be bound to love one another. To suffer together is so romantic.’

Carol and Faye were deeply thrilled by this idea, and they chattered excitedly as they helped David put Jack and Mary into severe restraint, immobilising them in positions of extreme provocation and tantalisation. Mary protested so much that David gagged her with a rubber ball fixed to a black leather head harness. The highly aroused man and woman were bound standing, facing one another, with their wrist and ankle straps bound to rings set into the floor behind them. Cords from their wrist straps were tied to rings in the ceiling, and passed through rings in their head harnesses to keep them in a standing position. With all their strength, Mary and Jack strained to unite their bodies in an explosion of orgasmic ecstasy.

There was just one problem: no matter how they strove, the best they could achieve was contact between their nipples, but so aroused were they that even this seemed infinitely precious, and they stretched and arched and suffered to enjoy the electric contact of male and female. By flexing his muscles and swinging his hips, Jack could very nearly, but not quite – horrifyingly not quite, from his point of view – touch Mary’s belly with the tip of his flailing, bloated penis. He felt that if only he could make a brief contact, he could come. Mary too felt, or hoped, that she might eventually be able to climax if only she could rub the tips of her hugely turgid teats for long enough against Jack’s nipples. And so they strained and struggled and made funny noises through their gags, and their gleaming nude bodies striving to unite created a gorgeous and hypnotic spectacle that made David, Carol and Faye stare in awe.

‘It’s so beautiful!’ Faye exclaimed. ‘And romantic.’

‘And too sexy for this universe,’ murmured Carol.

Eagerly, the girls began to caress the pair of tantalised and desperately aroused captives, stroking and squeezing every part of their skins, kissing and licking to build their lust to heights that were a source of fear. To want something so much, and not be able to get it: this was now revealed as the heart and soul of being human. What else was there to life? To witness and to know such truth and lust was to be swallowed up in warm wet mindless sensuality, to be eaten alive by exquisite terror.

Silent and trembling with awe, Carol and Faye sprayed Mary and Jack with liquid soap, then rubbed their breasts, thighs and bellies on the prisoners and each other, their hands sliding over slippery flesh. David stroked and squeezed Mary’s beautiful and helpless body, holding his penis and rubbing its huge helmet on and between the lubricated bodies of the three young women as if they only existed for his delight.

Literally panting with lust, Faye and Carol were overcome, and rubbed their genitals with increasing blatancy and urgency against Jack and Mary’s thighs, hips and buttocks, using the helpless captives to pleasure their clits without granting in return the relief they longed for. Noisily squelching, panting and moaning, Carol and Faye came almost at the same time, tensing and arching their lovely gleaming bodies, so curvaceous and radiant with lithe strength. Appalling frustration burned in Mary, and she screamed through her gag.

Even David could no longer restrain himself, so insanely arousing was the bizarre explosion of lust he had created with such skill. As Carol and Faye sank trembling to the floor, dazed by the power of their ecstasy, David casually arranged them as if they were a pair of sex dolls he owned, having Faye lie face down on the water bed and Carol lie on her back facing upwards, so that the girls’ buttocks were pressed together, wet and slippery for his convenience. Groaning with pleasure, David mounted Carol without penetrating her or putting his weight on her and Faye. Rather, he moved above Carol on all fours and kissed her as his long thick penis slid into the delicious new orifice made by four female buttocks, and then he shivered and grimaced in burning pleasure as he thrust repeatedly. Finally, he gave a series of sharp, yelping cries as he stood up to spurt over Mary’s lovely body.

For Jack and Mary the frustration was excruciating. It was even worse for Mary, as, shortly after David came, Carol moaned in the throes of her own climax, so turned on was she by David’s belly and pubes rubbing on hers. Mary shuddered with the agony of jealousy. Carol liked men all right, and if David had his way, she might soon be stretched around his cock.

‘Let’s spank them,’ David suggested, and immediately gave Mary a resounding blow on the arse that made her squeal through her gag. Her buttocks burned as further smacks followed, usually with long pauses in-between during which the three tormentors had a wonderful time caressing each other and the two captives, as well as masturbating. What amazed Mary was the way in which Carol and Faye spanked Jack and herself without any urging from David, as though to spank a bound man and woman was an act as natural as breathing. Mary had a premonition that by accepting everything in this dangerous bathroom of David’s, these two innocent girls were heading for a catastrophe.

‘Let their bums cool down a bit,’ David told Faye and Carol. ‘They’re trying to climax by spanking.’

Mary and Jack could only moan and writhe in the agony of frustration as their tormentors stroked them all over, save for the areas that might grant them orgasm.

The teasing of the two prisoners continued for what seemed to them like eternity. At last, however, Carol and Faye felt sorry for them, and also grew a little afraid of their frustrated lust. David swiftly modified Jack’s restraints, so that he was able to move forwards another inch or so, and then Faye and Carol took control of his penis, rubbing its big shiny helmet on and around Mary’s clitoris. Jack struggled madly to come as the girls’ cool fingers handled his shaft and squeezed his balls, and Mary strained too, while David rubbed his cock against her strong arse, sliding it up and down the valley of her buttocks.

‘Bring Jack off,’ he told Carol and Faye. ‘Make him spray Mary’s clit.’

Grunts of animal desperation burst from Jack’s throat as the girls gripped his penis firmly and moved their hands, and then he snorted and squealed like an injured pig as he shot powerful spurts that spattered against the swollen head of Mary’s clitoris, filling her with strange sensations that were a kind of exquisite agony. Calmly, David landed five heavy blows on her arse with his hand, then gripped her breasts from behind as she came, to be torn apart by an orgasm that was all blackness, an ecstatic pain in which her every nerve seemed to be on fire. It was not at all pleasurable or satisfying, but rather a kind of torture.

Humming a happy tune, David released Mary and Jack, who sank to the floor clutching at themselves. What Mary had just experienced, indeed endured, hardly seemed to her an orgasm at all. She felt as though she were being forced towards a desolate plateau up in the clouds, a chilling realm of ecstatic agony. Her fresh understanding of her own body and soul fed her fear.

‘That was so sexy,’ Carol moaned. ‘Jack and Mary were too beautiful. I can’t stand it.’ With a look of real suffering and desperation on her face, she grabbed David’s cock with one hand, while the other went behind his back to pull him to her. He thrust into her and pushed her against a tiled wall, then held onto metal rings set into the wall as they fucked mightily. Both moaned with mindless passion as David’s huge penis serviced the strong, fit young woman who was much taller than him, a gorgeous blonde Valkyrie.

It had all happened so quickly and spontaneously that Jack, Mary and Faye were caught unawares, and then they were momentarily awed by the sheer power and frenzy of the couple’s screwing.

‘Oops,’ Jack said thoughtfully.

Mary felt under a barrage of conflicting urges: she wanted to hit David, or Carol, or both of them, and she also wanted to cheer them on, to applaud or caress, or to worship in an extreme of masochism. Faye was not as confused as Mary, but she was more amazed.

‘Stop it,’ she croaked, almost inaudibly, after long seconds of stunned silence. She coughed and cleared her throat. ‘Stop it,’ she yelled. Reaching out to grab David, she recoiled from his flesh, unable to touch him while he was deep inside her lover, and then she ran to the cupboard, grabbed a cat-o’-nine-tails of black leather, and swung her arm as she ran at David with a despairing cry of pain, for Carol was already coming noisily, writhing like a wounded snake impaled on David’s big cock.

Instinctively, Mary pressed her body to David’s, to protect him from Faye, and also from the need to thrust her breasts against his back, her pubes against his buttocks. Hearing the cat whistle through the air, she just had time to decide that what she was doing was really bloody silly.

The blow never landed. Mary looked over her shoulder and saw Jack holding Faye. She stopped struggling and dropped the cat. David came strongly, and it seemed a long time before he and Carol finished their panting and moaning. Everybody except Mary began talking at once. Mary would have talked too, but she knew that nobody would listen. Carol and Faye had a hysterical argument, David said a lot about freedom and how nothing was his fault, and Jack babbled about how magnificent Mary had been, rushing to protect David. Nobody paid any attention to anybody else, and they all four repeated themselves a great deal. Mary always got bored when people other than herself said more than a few words, so she took a cold shower, then wrapped herself in a towel, went into the kitchen, and made a pot of tea. What else was there to do at this late stage in the game?

By the time the others joined her in the kitchen, she had worked her way through a sandwich, seven biscuits and two doughnuts, and was feeling better even if she preferred to stand rather than sit on her fiery buttocks.

‘You’re the one to blame, Mary,’ announced Faye. David, Jack and Carol all showed their agreement.

‘I knew you’d decide that,’ Mary replied, and poured four more cups of tea. ‘Let me guess whose idea it was. Oh, it’s so difficult! I’ll never get it right! A desperate shot in the dark before the time limit expires – it was David’s idea.’

‘Yes, I suppose so,’ he admitted sheepishly. ‘But it’s true even if it is bad of me – according to you – to put the blame on you.’

‘I’m the only one here strong enough to take the blame.’

‘Yes. That’s the right way to see it. Oh come on, Mary. You wouldn’t leave me alone, you dominated Jack and made him your slave, and you suggested getting Faye and Carol involved. It actually is all your fault that these nice girls are upset and in danger of ending their happy relationship.’