Beyond Charybdis (11 page)

‘Mm, you two look so beautiful together all tied up and helpless and bound into beasts,' the maid commented, her nipples tickling Mina's body as she placed both hands on Mina's hips and smoothed her palms over her corseted waist, feeling the tightness of her bondage and seemingly envying it. ‘Oh, I'd so love to be a pony like you some day, but they say I'm too young still.' She rose up on tiptoe so she could kiss Mina's chin. Her fingers tweaked Mina's nipples, clasping the erect teats through her suit to pinch them softly, rubbing the constricting nylon. ‘But I'm seventeen and I think that's plenty old enough, don't you?' she asked, pouting. ‘Yet they won't even let me have sex yet, not until I've proved myself in some way. It doesn't seem fair, does it?' She moved behind Mina and sank to her knees as she took hold of Mina's buttocks. ‘I've heard about you, Mina. Everyone talks about you. No slave has ever prompted the sort of actions you have incited in your owners and in others. Some say you used to be an assassin. Is that true?'

Mina did not respond, only continued to stand still and tense as she felt the young lips brushing her bottom, skimming the soft pelt, her words sending warm exhales across her rounded cheeks.

‘You must be skilled in so many things. I am too, and I'll prove it. I'll show you I'm good enough, just to prove a point between us.'

Mina knew the girl wanted to prove her erotic skills to someone, anyone, be it a Nymph or a Titan, or even a slave everyone regarded so highly. She felt the buckles of her crotch-piece being removed, and then the girl's fingers pulling the plugging dildos free, making her gasp and sway beneath their flight after their long companionship. The small hands then reached between her legs and grabbed her reins, pulling down on them to bend Mina at the waist as she steered her over to a corner. With her head pressed into the space where two walls met, Mina was held at the required angle as the girl sought access to her bottom. Her soft features nestled between Mina's buttocks, her lips grazing her sphincter as her tongue slithered in. She started fervently suckling and kissing the pony-girl's dark orifice, thrusting her tongue deep in the style of penetration, the soft, slippery organ darting back and forth tasting as deeply of Mina as she could manage.

‘That's it... let me in,' she muttered, using a finger to plunge into the slick sphincter. ‘Mm, I'm good, aren't I?'

Mina gave a breathless whinny of affirmation as the digit curled and wriggled inside her before slipping out and allowing the tongue to thrust back in. The girl possessed a strong, deft organ, and her enthusiasm and hunger more than made up for her lack of experience. Rising, she trailed her young breasts through the cleft of Mina's buttocks before turning her around, and pressing her back against the wall as she sank to her knees and shoved her face into Mina's sex, driving forward so her nose slid through her vulva, rubbing against her clitoris as she drank deeply of her juices and her rich sexual scent. Gasping with arousal, the girl plunged her tongue into Mina's pussy, making her mewl with delight. The pleasure of the dildos had been good, but in her opinion nothing surpassed or even rivalled a good session of cunnilingus. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the feel of the young English girl's flitting tongue as it thrashed against her clitoris and drove as far as it could into her pussy, probing and exploring.

‘Come on, Mina, I want to see you come,' the girl gasped. ‘I want to see the body everyone wants quivering because of what I've done to it. Prove I'm good, Mina,' she urged softly, rubbing her sex lips with fervent adoration before running her fingers across her tongue and lapping up the salty juices coating them as she smiled up at Mina's bound body. Then her tongue slithered back in, fawning upon her, bringing her to a sudden and incredibly intense climax. And as Mina's body thrashed against the wall in the throes of bliss, the girl's tongue worked faster and more diligently, the famous slave's response enticing and exciting her, making her wild with vivacious passion.

‘Now that I've serviced you, Mina,' she looked up at her worshipfully as she spoke, clearly idolising her, ‘will you do the same for me? I'll handle your friend if you do.' She rose and turned around to reveal that her belt was of the kind that broke into two chains at the back, rising to the waistband so her bottom was left open for bodily functions.

Mina looked down and then up at the clearly frustrated Trisha. The other pony-girl was hopping from hoof to hoof in response to the erotic display before her, yearning to experience the same herself. Smiling at her, Mina looked back at the eager girl, and nodded her consent.

With a wild grin the girl moved to Trisha, her fingers fumbling on the buckles of her crotch strap as she opened it and removed the plugging lengths of the dildos from her. Upon witnessing the sheen of moisture coating the vaginal shaft, she gobbled up the rod, rolling her tongue around it as an appetiser and a precursor to the taste of Trisha herself. Then she spread herself back across the hay with Trisha by her head and Mina at her feet. ‘Someone as good as you should be able to work even over the bit, eh?' she teased Mina, ignorant of the fact that she had already performed oral sex with this impediment.

Trisha set her legs astride the girl's face and lowered in for her ride, smothering lovely face with her vulva and sighing as the tongue flicked energetically up between her sex lips and into her pussy.

Mina knelt down as the girl lifted her legs, throwing them up so she could slot them into the crook of Trisha's bound arms, the extreme contortion offering her anus more openly than any other position could have. Shuffling forward, Mina gazed lustfully at the young and supple flesh before eagerly lowering her face into position, the tip of her tongue working against the girl's tender bud, and slipping in as deep as she could work it between the girl's nether lips, working her pleasure with detailed precision. The young slave gurgled and moaned into Trisha's smothering loins as the pony-girl rocked over the face attending her, and enjoyed the feel of the girl's hands stroking the body towering over her. The muscles in her thighs rippled inside her boots as she shuddered upon the girl's face, absorbing her passionate attentions with small gasps and hisses of pleasure. Then she rose and spread herself on her side in the hay, and the girl swiftly moved back away from Mina, the loss of one playmate and her inability to have her own pudenda attended to obviously a frustration she could not tolerate. The savaging of her anus by Mina's agile tongue had fanned her need for relief all the more and she was quivering with denial, trying to overcome the effects of the rimming but finding herself unable to accept any more lest she burst with need.

‘Oh, that was wonderful,' she groaned, wrapping her arms around herself and letting her hands travel upon her own slender body, her eyes half closed with a gloating lust. ‘I just have to get you to do that when I'm not wearing this damned belt,' she added, fondly caressing Mina's face around her bit. Then she stood up and moved to the door, her steps slightly unsteady after the intensity of their play and from her own hot and frustratingly plugged up needs. Mina could understand her insane hunger, for she herself had been similarly starved before. The belt was a curse that boiled in the mind, making the wearer more and more depraved in an effort to try and find satisfaction. It was a cunning way to forge a slave willing to perform the most perverse sensual acts.

The latch was thrown and Mina spread herself across the hay, sidling up against Trisha as the other pony-girl breathed softly and contentedly, resting and recovering after their wonderful day of freedom. Lulled by the sound of the rain drumming across the roof, the two pony-girls drifted into a deep and comfortable sleep.

 

Dropping them neatly back into the normal routine to which they had become accustomed, the nurse entered Mina and Trisha's stall in the morning and began the daily process of cleansing them internally. The two ponies complied with her wishes actually enjoying the process as the woman strapped them to the hoses, penetrating and bestowing upon them both a debilitating orgasm with the powerful jets issuing from the hoses into both their orifices.

There was something innately gratifying about being treated in such a way, of being effectively stripped of sentience and importance and their every action regulated and controlled. They had freedom to rebel and buck and fight as did any domesticated beast, and even though they knew they would be punished for it, the option was there and always tantalising their masochistic need for discipline.

The nurse finished her chores and departed, leaving the pony-girls plugged once more as they awaited the arrival of their owners.

Tethys and Oceanus appeared a few minutes later, once again clad in seductively modified riding outfits. Both wore tight white breeches with tall leather boots and a close-fitting leather vest with matching gloves. Riding crops and helmets tucked beneath their arms, they preceded a pair of slaves carrying saddles. The leather seats were of a far different configuration to those used for normal equestrian riding, for they were crafted in such a way that they could rest across the shoulders of a human.

‘Today we'll be going out for a ride, slaves,' Tethys informed them, ‘with both of you providing the transport, of course.' She pushing open the far doors to expose the pens, where already several Nobles had risen to begin the task of training their mounts. There seemed to be more activity than usual, no doubt as preparations for the big party began in earnest, and those with private steeds sought to have their behaviour fully modified before the critical eyes of fellow guests fell upon the pony-girls they had created.

‘Saddle them,' commanded Oceanus, putting on his helmet and adjusting it on his head as he wandered out into the warm sunlight. The smell of moisture was heavy in the air, the rains having ended some time during the night. The warm and sunny morning was coaxing a soft mist into the air from the wet grass, the shifting luminous veil skimming across the fields carried on a languid, pollen-scented breeze.

The saddle bearing slaves moved forward together, and set the leather seats across the shoulders of the pony-girls. Mina did not resist as the soft interior settled over her, running around the back of her neck and falling into place as a harness of straps was wrapped tightly around her body, affixing to her corset and bridle to ensure it did not come loose. A set of stirrups fell from the front, ready for the boots of whichever noble decided to mount her. Mina was tingling with excitement. This was the culmination of her transformation into an animal. She was going to be used as a steed, used to carry a dominant owner. Another human being was going to swing up into the saddle and ride her as though she were no better than a pony. The concept made her stomach flutter with excitement and her mind swim with libidinous desires.

The maids stepped back and Tethys grabbed her reins as her husband took hold of Trisha's. The two pony-girls were then led out into the open air, their hooves sinking into the wet soil as their owners conducted a brief but thorough check of the various straps holding the saddles on them, pulling on a few to ensure all was in place and secure.

‘Down girl,' Tethys ordered, pulling on the leashes so Mina wilted before her into a tight crouch. The dominatrix then swung a leg over her slave and settled into the sculpted arms of the seat, taking up her hat and setting it upon her head before getting a more effective grip on her crop. ‘Okay,
up!
' she cried, hauling at the reins.

With a hiss of exertion, Mina pushed up with her legs, bringing herself erect and accepting the full burden of Tethys's weight. The saddle made it much easier to carry her mistress on her shoulders, the soft leather soothing the areas on which the curvaceous form rested. It was a strain but also a distinct pleasure to bear her beautiful owner in such a way. The stretch cotton breeches clinging to the magnificent legs around her rubbed gently against her cheeks, the warm thighs entering her vision after clearing her blinkers. Her smooth crotch was against the back of her head, resting in the nape of her collared neck, pressed to her by the demands of the saddle. With every movement Mina made, she felt the satin folds of taut fabric brush against her, causing her to sigh with pleasure, her mind filled with the lingering image of her mistress swinging up and straddling her just like a pony, transforming her into a lowly beast.

Tethys's boots were marked with soft spiralling lines of lingering moisture from the tongue that had cleaned them this morning, making Mina a little envious that she herself had not been able to perform the task. With a small shuffle, they caught the metal stirrups and stretched into them, pushing down to drag at Mina and ensure that she was kept properly under control.

‘Come on, slave, let's see what you can do.' She flicked her heels back to nudge her spurs into her pony's hips. The sharp flash of pain made Mina squawk and pound her hooves against the soil. She bolted forward as the crop swung down in long arcs to savagely kiss her buttocks, smacking soundly against her cheeks as she ran. Yet Tethys's weight upon her was a burden she willingly revelled in, the feel of being forced to support her mistress as she punished her goading her on, the harsh swipes to her bottom encouraging her lively trot.

With her world blinkered, the reins served to guide her more effectively, the pulls to the corners of her mouth steering her though the maze of pens and onto the grass. Mina could hear a second set of hoof beats behind her as Oceanus rode Trisha.

‘Come on, husband, you're lagging behind,' Tethys laughed, slamming the leather tip of the crop against Mina's buttocks with more force, the hot lines being burning into the pony-girl's bottom as she increased her efforts, forcing her body onwards. Her chest heaved against the corset, her breaths pouring over the bit as she gurgled with effort. Her legs were hot, the muscles taxed to their very limits as she continued to meet the demands of her owner.

‘I'll beat you to the beach yet!' Oceanus retorted with a merry shout, the sounds of the scourging crops and the pounding of artificial hooves nearly drowning out his words.

‘Maybe you're getting fat!' his wife taunted him. ‘Your laziness is putting too much of a burden on that poor sweet pony you're riding and slowing her down!' She steered Mina into the trees and towards a narrow path. The dirt track was occasionally obstructed by lush foliage, the vegetation creeping furtively back over it, stretching its green fingers to slap against the pony-girl's leather-bound legs as she thundered past.

Mina gave up trying to negotiate her own route and placed herself totally at the whim of her rider. Turning her head, she let her eyes soak up the vision of Tethys's white legs. Her hungry eyes devoured the image of taut material stretched over shapely limbs, and of polished boots brushing their sharp spurs against her flanks when she required a sterner means of being steered.

‘And Oceanus the Great takes the lead!' he proclaimed with a jubilant shout.

Mina forced her head against the reins, defying Tethys's wish that she not catch a glimpse of her left side where Trisha was being whipped past her, her nubile form diverted from the path and forced into the brush to overtake Mina. Oceanus's crop danced back and forth, clapping against the girl's bottom, driving her on towards victory. The undergrowth snapped and broke beneath her hooves as she negotiated the uneven terrain at a wild pace, desperate to meet the demands her rider was placing upon her.

A yank to the reins hauled at her bit, making the strut dig into the corners of her mouth. Mina emitted a whinnying sound of discomfort as control was once more taken from her, and Tethys's crop became even more energetic in its lambasting of her bottom.

‘Come on, girl!' Tethys barked, her arm bringing the weapon down with force and sending blasts of agony into Mina's straining bottom cheeks. ‘Faster! Faster!'

Oceanus turned Trisha and drove her back onto the path ahead of Mina, her slender form running beneath the weight of her owner, her buttocks quivering in front of Mina's eyes as she struggled to stay ahead of her rival. Squeaking beneath each cruel stroke of the crop, incensed that she was possibly going to lose, Mina fired her legs into motion, accelerating her pace with a groan of strain.

‘That's it, girl!' Tethys shouted ebulliently, overjoyed as her mount once more gathered fresh speed and began galloping even faster. ‘Come on, faster! You can do it!'

‘See you at the beach!' Oceanus laughed, thrashing his hapless mount, demanding she keep up the mad sprint he required to stay ahead of Mina and his wife.

‘Come on, pony, you can go faster than this!' Tethys growled, applying her own weapon with more celerity, fuelling Mina's strength and stamina with lucid streaks of suffering.

With a mewling cry Mina threw herself forward, her body awash with intense sensations from her own efforts and from the rhythmic beating applied by her mistress. Defying the reins, she wove briefly into the undergrowth, half running on the path, half careening into the dense foliage seeking to snag her hooves and topple her and her rider to the ground. Ignoring the branches trying to bar her way, she drew level with Trisha and nudged her fellow pony's shoulder. She adored Trisha, but there was no way she was going to lose this race. With another resentful nudge Mina started capturing more space on the path, running neck-to-neck with Trisha and demanding access to the path's smoother terrain. The crops continued pummelling their bottoms, making them gasp and moan as they struggled to catch their breath.

‘You bloody cheat!' Oceanus declared angrily, but there was an edge of amusement in his voice.

‘Out of the way, slowcoach!' Tethys retorted, allowing Mina to fight for position by barging against Trisha and forcing the girl deeper into the vegetation lining the narrow path.

‘Come on, girl, move those hooves!' he demanded, trying to force his struggling mount back against Mina's aggressive physique, but the brief diversion into the undergrowth had pulled and dragged at Trisha's boots, slowing her down a crucial fraction and letting Mina streak ahead.

Trisha jumped back onto the path and tried to keep up, chasing after her fellow pony as she furrowed her brow and chewed on her bit, applying her full fury and strength to the task of running as fast as possible with a man's weight straddling her shoulders.

Mina flew down the trail, the feeling of being driven to such extremes making her giddy with satisfaction, her pleasure and pride accentuated by the torrents of adrenaline and endorphins pumping through her raging veins. With a growl of exertion and triumph she fired herself forward, pushing further and further ahead of Trisha, who was unable to keep up with her. Oceanus eased his use of the riding crop, obviously realising there was no hope of beating Mina.

The hard dirt of the trail suddenly gave way to soft sand, her hooves giving slightly against the new environment. The sun's light glinted on the ocean's rolling waves, the beach gleaming beneath the luminous rays. Trotting nimbly across the sand Mina was driven towards the sea, where the salt spray splashed her legs and belly, soothing the heat in them as Tethys finally allowed her steed to slow down.

Her heart thumping against her ribs, Mina walked through the surf and let herself be steered around towards a set of beach umbrellas and lounge chairs placed near the tree line. Her legs trembled beneath her, and exposed to the sun she felt her leather hide warming up fast as the waters of the ocean evaporated along with her perspiration. Her hair was damp against the back of her neck, and jewels of perspiration glimmered on her eyelashes.

Several men and women were relaxing in the sun, served by the chaste submissive slaves. Other slaves were bound with straps and applying themselves in different capacities to the pleasuring of the dominant caste. Some were curled up in tight balls on the sand so they might bear the feet of their owners, while some had a circle of glass on their backs upon which drinks and plates of food were arrayed, along with implements of correction.

Closing in on the hedonistic scene, Mina was driven aside by her rider towards a pair of empty lounge chairs. Two maids stood a step behind the reclining seats, and another pair knelt to attention before them, ready to accept the boots of the approaching noble couple.

A wooden post had been driven into the sand with steel eyelets placed around the top. The apparatus had been set near the chairs with a small trough running around the base of the post, the circular vessel currently empty.

‘Down,' Tethys commanded, pulling at the reins until Mina lowered herself to the ground. The dominatrix dismounted, easing herself off the modified saddle with a subtle and elegant creaking of leather. She flicked the crop across her steed's smouldering buttocks and drew her towards the post, where she then threaded the reins through the eyelets and tied a swift knot to secure them. A child could have picked the simple weave, but denied use of her hands, and unable to even lift her arms, the elementary knot constituted an insurmountable barrier to Mina.

Standing beside the hitching post, Tethys ran her hands down her pony's heaving chest, delighting in her mount's tightly bound curves. ‘You performed admirably, slave, I'm proud of you,' she whispered, her finger pulling at Mina's crotch strap and manipulating the plugs a little, making them rock gently back and forth. The sedate shuffling of her ribbed dildos caused Mina to stiffen and groan softly, relishing this slim but welcome reward for her efforts.