It could have been months or years since she was sent into the ocean as a helpless slave, hidden from view by the machinations of a vengeful Titan. Mina’s mind was numb, her thoughts dull and indistinct. Her visage now that of a lowly beast it was as if her psyche had decided to follow suit and adopt a lower form of sentience.
Each day forced the same repetitive trauma on her mind. She swam amongst the lowest reaches of the coral travelling to the various valves whose locations she had memorised to receive her bodily sustenance. The valves were frugal suppliers, refusing to grant a refill for at least an hour. When she stumbled upon a port recently used by another of her eel sisters, she had to quickly rush to a different site before her paltry supply of air ran out.
Sleep was impossible except for brief, light naps. The beeping always woke her and prompted her to slither to a valve in order to prolong her miserable existence. The constant deprivation of prolonged rest speeded her descent into a bestial mentality, robbing her of all motivation except survival. The need to find her owners became a distant memory only half recalled when she caught sight of the fish swimming freely above or stumbled upon a Titan playing with Nymphs amongst the rocks.
Mina swiftly discovered that such recreation was not for her because all the eel women were of the electrified breed. Should they be handled they, and the person trying to access them, would be subjected to vivid shocks channelled through subtle circuits located both inside and outside their secondary skins. No one dared touch them, depriving them of all contact and denying them any sensual pleasure save the endless steady but feeble rocking of their dildo as they swung their legs against the currents.
Yet strangely enough, the absence of sensation and the unrelenting bondage did not trouble Mina, but instead afforded her a sense of security. The endless routine never wavered, never offered any surprises, and she could soothe herself with the arousing notion that somewhere some mysterious Titan was thinking of her, titillating himself with the knowledge that she was suffering for her crimes.
She missed the lack of carnal pain and pleasure, but her severe bondage almost made up for it. The one thing she truly missed was the weather, for the seasons of the abyssal deep never altered. She often dwelt on what it would be like to feel the elements again, to feel rain on her face and the wind in her hair and the sun on her naked skin. She longed to see the sky and the clouds.
At some point in the uncertain longevity of her rubber imprisonment and its resulting mental and physical devolution, Mina spied something never before seen in the oceans. In the distance, she spotted a dark shape moving beyond the perimeter of the lights as she skirted the farthest reaches of the garden. After finding several used valves, her quest for air was diverted outwards, sending her places into which few other eels had ventured.
Mina found herself in an area where the plants and the coral thinned and gave way to shadows, broken areas of dark rock and grey sand, the wall of utter blackness beyond them a most ominous sight. Only a few of the most hardy and monstrous species managed to thrive there, little fiends of the deep that kept well away from the garden as light was a terrible blight to their crushed and frozen anatomies.
Spotting a valve, she slotted herself onto it and gained a full measure of air before lifting away and peering more leisurely at the large shape hanging in the distance touched by only a few weak rays of stray light. Risking a closer look, she paddled forward, leaving the flourishing garden behind her. The waters began getting colder as the temperature plummeted towards sub zero hell.
Suddenly, she spotted the broken outline of a floating submersible. The deep-sea pod was a crooked contraption made up of mechanical arms, pipes, tanks and bulbous windows, a steel beast that came to life abruptly as she watched. Several soft lights rose to brilliance along its sides as its propellers gave sudden flurries of motion, gouging at the waters and turning it about towards her.
With a startled squeal, she jerked around and rushed away, only to cry out against her gag again as the headlights of the sub flashed to their full brilliance, paining her eyes and filling her world with a pure white sheet. Incapacitated, she lurched unevenly, her equilibrium lost, her sense of direction completely compromised. She flung her legs against her costume, trying to get away while hoping she was not heading deeper out to sea. If she went too far she would not be able to get back before her air ran out and hypothermia set in.
A metal fist closed twin pincers around her calves. With a desperate wriggle she slipped away from them, but they caught her ankles next, compressing them and taking firm hold of her. Flinging herself frantically against her suit and the anchor, she was suddenly plunged back into darkness as the sub cut off its lights while towing her away. The lights of the garden dimmed as the vessel banked and ducked into a series of outlying trenches. Panicked, she continued fighting to free herself, fearful she would be held until she perished, her body left floating in black waters where no one would ever find her.
Something snapped to her faceplate, locking to the valve that fed her, and the waters began getting warmer as she found herself thrashing inside some sort of container. The clamps at her ankles gave way then, and a moment later she heard the sound of something closing and locking into place as once more a sudden bright light blinded her eyes. Blinking wildly, she discerned a globe just slightly wider than her body surrounding her; a transparent shell reinforced from without by riveted bands. A heavy articulated cable had been set to her faceplate, reaching down into the steel base of the golden fish bowl, where small vents regulated the water level and temperature. She was inside the craft as a detachable part of it, but she could not see into the vessel for her bubble was like a cargo container located halfway down its spine.
Circling impotently within her new claustrophobic world, Mina watched the ocean floor fall away as their ascent carried them out of the trenches, allowing them to travel far from the complex. All about her was darkness; she could see and hear nothing. She did not know if she was being stolen or liberated or being taken in for questioning by someone intent on exposing the Charybdis Project. A thousand possibilities rushed through her mind, none of them helping to soothe her frayed nerves.
Then light began filling the waters around them and she glimpsed the ocean life characteristic of the upper reaches of the Pacific. Horrifying visions of explosive decompression plagued her as she continued upwards, but she could feel no change in the water pressure. The bubble in which she floated was clearly protecting.
Sunlight dazzled her eyes, and she sobbed with joy as its golden aura exploded into thousands of brilliant stars as the sub broke through the surface of the waves. Water poured down her sealed dome through which she glimpsed the light-blue vault of the sky with a few white clouds scattered by the wind. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Then she saw the large ship, and when the sub reached it several men in dark overalls dropped down and began fastening the hook of a crane to the craft. They signalled to the operator and she was lifted from the water, swung round and placed gently on the deck.
Mina felt horribly embarrassed and exposed as the crew stared at her with a mixture of awe and bewilderment - a latex-bound woman swimming inside a bowl sent to gather specimens from the deep.
Unable to hear them, she watched as her cell was quickly drawn over to a chute in the deck. The seal was locked to the base of her prison, and suddenly the bottom of the dome opened up. Bubbles launched from the floor and the water level began falling rapidly, robbing Mina of the realm in which she could move. She flapped helplessly against the bottom of the bowl as her head emerged from water for the first time in what felt like forever. Struggling to move she felt a tremendous weight descend on her, the return to gravity making her realise just how dependent she had become on her fluid environment.
Once the waters were gone, the base of the bowl opened completely and she slipped down into the small chute, her latex form sliding smoothly against the steel. The cable detached from her faceplate as she began her descent and she flowed down the slender pathway, traversing the long slide until she eventually came to a stop at a slight angle and rested against a hatch.
The lowest part of the chute was slightly wider than the rest of it, and she soon realised why when four panels opened and mechanised arms emerged. The dull teeth tore through her latex shell, but only brushed her skin with a tickling sensation. The saws cut through her prison as a set of steel hands took hold of her and, with some awkward motions, managed to turn her over so her back could be exposed. Her tank was extracted and her latex cocoon slid away from her.
Mina gurgled and sobbed as her arms came free, her numb limbs dropping uselessly to her sides, condemned to immobility for too long to be of any immediate use to her. She tried to pull them up to her face to haul her gag free, but they refused to respond to her mental commands.
The dildo slithered from her tracts and the collar vanished, whereupon her head lolled weakly. Laying slack across the floor, her legs and torso the only working parts of her, the mechanical hands grabbed her gag and drew it away, the hoses paying out of her nostrils and mouth finally popping free. She coughed and nearly retched before sucking down a breath of genuine fresh air. It felt cold and sharp and hurt her lungs, which had been force-fed for so long that they were taken aback by what real air tasted like.
The hatch beneath her head suddenly opened with a hydraulic growl and she tumbled out onto steel deck plates.
Looking around with her eyes wide, she found herself in a decompression chamber. The small room contained a single bunk bed, a basin and a toilet, and the steel walls offered one small, reinforced porthole.
Fighting to move, Mina slowly managed to haul her wet form up using the bed frame as a handhold and support. Her shoulder-length hair hung in moist strands past her shoulders, revealing just how long she had been imprisoned as an eel.
Pulling herself up onto the bed, she collapsed across the sheets with a groan of rapture. She had forgotten how good it was to smell something as she inhaled the delicious scent of fresh cotton sheets.
Giggling weakly with joy, she drifted into a deep and contented sleep.
With a cry of terror, she hurled herself against the smothering arms of latex transforming her into an eel... and woke to find herself covered in perspiration and lying across a bed, naked and free.
Yet now she was lying comfortably across a bed, her previous incarceration felt like a treasure to be held and revered. Pulling the sheet over her she closed her eyes and let her hand drift between her legs. The slight pressure of her fingertips against her clitoris had it erupting with long denied sensation, and her climax was strong and succulent, making her shudder against the mattress.
Afterwards she managed to sit up and explore her small world. A pair of white panties and a vest she had failed to notice before lay at the foot of the bed. She slid into them slowly, and the tight cotton clung to her, emphasising her curves in an erotic fashion.
Then she managed to stand up and found a hot meal in the airlock hatch. Her throat felt chafed by the passage of solid sustenance as opposed to the nutrient sludge she had lived on for so long, but her tongue was in ecstasy.
After eating, and both struggling with and relishing every bite, she began trying to exercise her limbs back into shape. It riled her to find herself so feeble in comparison to how strong she had been before her imprisonment as an eel.
With nothing else to occupy her, she applied herself to the task of reconditioning her body. She exercised and worked out constantly, stopping only to eat and sleep. She washed in the basin and devoted herself single-mindedly to the regime of muscle development. She practiced old moves, trying to recapture her lightning reflexes and killer instincts, but her skills were rusty.
She thought often of Atlas and her owners, of Charybdis and the Titans and the various acts she had been forced to perform. It kept her in a constant state of sexual arousal, which was only intensified by the anxiety of wondering who had fished her out of the depths and what they planned to do with her.
Mina knew she had a masochistic streak and more than a casual taste for fetishism, but she had assumed her tastes had been influenced by her surroundings. She had believed that if she left the complex and returned to the real world she could wean herself back to normalcy. Clearly, she had underestimated the profound level of the indoctrination visited upon her. The project had branded new lusts deep into her soul where she could not expel them.
She tried to fill her mind with more banal fantasies, but every time she pictured normal lovemaking with a man or woman they invariably became vengeful dominants clad in latex or vinyl tying her down and whipping her before pleasuring their gagged and struggling slave.
The religious rebuilding of her physique was the only stabilising force in her life, helping to keep her from dwelling too much on the past. Yet every day and night when she was not exercising herself into exhaustion, even in her dreams she wallowed in memories of her subjugation to others. The remembered blend of pain and pleasure was a potent narcotic, and she had been rendered a hapless addict who craved it more and more with every passing moment. She would not know what to do with herself if she had been rescued by some normal agency. She now longed for a life of bondage, and Charybdis was the only person who could give it to her. She could not betray his secrets. But if the complex had been discovered and was under surveillance, surely its end was approaching.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mina rested her elbows on her knees, leaning over and staring blankly at the deck plates as she let her latest meal digest. Her body felt much better; her limbs had become true extensions of her willpower rather than awkward appendages over which she had little influence.
She jerked around when she heard heavy clunking sounds coming from the door. Remaining where she was, she adopted an indifferent façade, feigning apathy so she might more easily unleash a surprise attack should it be required. She did not tense her body, for that might betray her intentions. Instead, she regulated her breathing and let the cold clinical wall of a fighting trance embrace her.
The click of a heel against metal sounded like a judgement trump in her heart, and she melted, all notion of combat vanishing like a morning mist as submissive fires raged through her body, burning away even the concept of resistance.
Tethys stood tall and defiant on the threshold, a smile on her ebony lips. She was clad in latex leggings in a garment with a black zip crotch. The polished jet fabric followed her delicious curves and flowed almost imperceptibly into knee-high riding boots with wicked heels and silver spurs. The waistband of her leggings was surrounded by a studded belt, from which hung a leather sheath. A purple riding crop with a black leather handle and a ringed tip was slung into the holster, reaching down to her knees. A rubber bra clung to her breasts and offered her cleavage to Mina’s adoring stare, its slender straps draped over her elegant shoulders. A spiked rubber choker encircled her throat, and wrist-high gloves of the same clinging fabric encased her hands, leaving her fingers free, her long black nails curved like pointed daggers.
‘How is my slave?’ she asked happily. ‘Did she miss me?’
Mina plunged off the bed and sank to her knees to embrace the lower half of the woman’s body, her cheek resting against her naked belly. Tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her face as she wept with joy upon seeing her beloved dominatrix once more.
‘I’ll take that as a “yes”,’ she said wryly, stroking Mina’s hair. ‘But don’t forget to thank my boots, slave.’
Without even thinking about it, Mina collapsed and kissed them in adoration. She curled her tongue around the heel, her body shaking with pleasure at once more performing this humble task.
Tethys crouched down as Mina worked, the sound of creaking rubber bliss to Mina’s ears as her mistress’s sharpened digits ran through her hair, and then lodged beneath her chin to draw her face upward so their eyes met. For the first time Mina saw the woman’s true eyes with her coloured contacts removed. The cool blue irises were flecked with streaks of light green, a marked contrast to the consuming featureless black Mina was accustomed to.
‘How do you feel, slave?’ Tethys asked, affirming that nothing had changed between them.
‘I’m fine,’ she replied calmly, trying to hide how elated she was to have been rescued by those she loved, and who loved her.
‘Here you call me mistress, slave.’ She tapped a finger lightly to the tip of Mina’s nose in token chastisement.
‘Yes, mistress, but...’ she began, looking around her cautiously.
‘Yes, slave?’
‘Where is here, and is Oceanus with you, mistress?’
‘Come and see,’ Tethys offered, rising to her full impressive height over Mina’s cowering form. She walked out into the corridor, her heels sounding dark notes against the metal floor like a heartbeat that captured Mina and lured her forward.
Following her mistress across the cold floor, she could not take her eyes off the bottom so beautifully presented by the skin-tight leggings, the fabric delving into the sweet valley between her cheeks, her high-heels tautening the muscles of her buttocks in their mouth-watering rubber skin.
Walking up a flight of steps they emerged onto the deck, and the sudden flood of sunlight made Mina bow her head and shield her eyes with a forearm. She hesitated a moment, afraid of the light’s intensity after her long gloomy life in the depths of the ocean.
‘Come on, little slave, there’s nothing to fear here,’ Tethys assured her, her black-clad figure exquisitely silhouetted against the luminous air.
Mina walked after her, and the feel of the sun upon her skin was a delight she had not experienced for a long time.
‘Oh my, I’d forgotten what it felt like,’ she murmured, caressing herself and tossing her head back to feel the full force of the sun on her face.
‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it, slave?’ enquired a familiar male voice.
Mina’s lips curved up in a smile of joy. Using her hand as a visor, she gained enough shade by which to scan the deck.
Oceanus was dressed in a similar riding style as his wife, except the trousers hugging his legs were white, flowing into polished black boots fitted with spurs. A studded belt encircled his waist and served to tuck in a black silk shirt. In his hand he held a riding crop that was a twin to Tethys’s, but for its deep sapphire-blue colour. He wore mirrored sunglasses, and his hair spilled down his back as he smiled down at Mina’s greeting. She had run over to him and dropped to her knees to hug him as she had Tethys, overjoyed to see him.
‘I take it she remembers us,’ he commented to his wife.
‘How could I ever forget you, master?’ Mina blurted, assuming the change of title extended to him as well.
‘Such a sweet slave,’ he laughed.
‘What happened?’ Mina begged to know. ‘How did you find me? Where am I?’ She held on to him tightly, unwilling to ever let him go again.
Tethys stepped behind her and ran the tip of her crop down her back, rolling the leather against the wrinkles in her vest. ‘Once you were kidnapped, we used every resource to try and find you again,’ she began, setting the weapon aside and kneeling down behind her. Mina leaned back a little, raising her arms so her mistress could pull off her vest. ‘We looked everywhere,’ Tethys went on. ‘We called in favours to have others use their contacts to try and locate you.’
‘Nothing worked though,’ Oceanus announced, sinking to his knees before Mina, who shuddered when Tethys tossed her vest away and ran her nails down the inside of her arms and then over her breasts.
‘Eventually, however, Poseidon came to be deeply in our debt,’ Tethys took up the tale, ‘and offered us a way to erase it. When we accepted, he told us you had been taken by Atlas on someone’s behalf. He had sent you to Hephaestus to be concealed until such time as we had given up on you.’ She paused to kiss Mina’s neck, who was panting in delight as Oceanus pinched both her nipples, squeezing them softly and rotating them in his grasp.
‘We’ve had dealings with Hephaestus before, so we could guess he would get a perverse joy from hiding you right under our very noses,’ he explained. ‘Once we saw him launch his eel project into the oceans, we knew you would be amongst them, at some point.’
Mina’s lips drifted around to meet those of Tethys, and the two of them exchanged a deep and lust-filled kiss, their tongues dancing around each other’s, tasting and devouring with gusto.
Tethys pulled back. ‘We waited until the eel population had stabilised and then began checking the bodies of the Nymphs until we were certain which one was you. It took a while, because even though you have a very distinct and luscious form, little slave, it’s hard to tell who’s who in those suits, and even harder to keep track of the possible candidates.’
Oceanus lowered his head to suckle her teats, his hands massaging her sex and causing her panties to grow damp with desire for them. ‘A little assistance from Poseidon, in exchange for a favour, allowed us to manipulate the valves,’ he murmured against her breast, ‘and draw you to where a submersible could snatch you back to us.’
‘Didn’t Charybdis see?’ she gasped, with physical and emotional pleasure.
‘We told him secretly, in advance, informing him we intended to take back our slave,’ Tethys replied, letting a finger reach into the cleft of Mina’s bottom cheeks, pushing her panties in and then hooking a digit around them to drag the bunched cloth and pull it up against her pussy. Oceanus did the same, turning the cotton underwear into a version of a crotch-rope the two of them played against her, the fabric chafing against her clitoris and parting her vulva as it dug against her anus.
‘What did Poseidon want?’ Mina asked breathlessly, overwhelmed by sensations, the warm sun penetrating her skin as she surrendered to the hot joy of their combined touch.
‘His one stipulation for rescuing you and for arranging your escape,’ Tethys answered her, ‘was a return to the surface so you could come to his ranch. We were invited as his guests, and so here we are. Take a look at your new home,’ she urged, rising in tandem with her husband.
Wincing slightly but still possessed by a heady bliss, Mina let the improvised crotch-rope force her back up to her feet, and her eyes were sufficiently accustomed to the intense tropical light to let her see the deck, littered with comfortable lounge chairs, and a pair of maids, naked save for their chastity belts and a slick coating of sun-block, holding trays at the ready to serve the needs of the nobles on board.
The ship was moving slowly along the perimeter of what Mina recognised as the territorial waters of China. The strange collection of misshapen islands extended to the starboard side, filling the sea with sporadic clumps of overgrown rocks, the isolated mountains coated in luscious green vegetation. They seemed to be heading for a fair-sized peak surrounded by a maze of smaller islands, many of them barely clearing the ocean surface.
‘What’s going on, mistress?’ she asked, marvelling at the gorgeous view.
‘We’re about to arrive on Poseidon’s island, where we’re going to train you as a pony, Mina.’
‘Does that sound intriguing, slave?’ Oceanus asked her kindly.
‘Oh yes, master,’ she replied, mulling over the concept of being harnessed and bridled as a beast of burden and transport. It would be massively different from her position as a hapless fish, for as a pony she would be expected to obey commands. As a fish she had nothing to do save meander and perpetuate her own existence. As a pony she would be looked after and subject to intense training. It was a far more attractive fate, and she was eager to embark upon it.
A third servant walked out onto the bow where they stood gazing out at the sparkling blue-green sea lapping against golden beaches or crashing against rocks to create areas of snow-white surf.
‘Lord Oceanus, Lady Tethys, the captain wishes me to inform you that the landing craft is ready for launch,’ the girl said meekly. ‘Your baggage has been placed onboard and they await your arrival.’
‘Excellent,’ Oceanus declared. ‘Shall we go, my love?’
‘Yes, indeed,’ his wife replied. ‘We don’t want to keep our host waiting. Our slow boat to China has been fun, but I’m eager to feel dry land beneath my feet again.’ Smiling, she turned and led Mina down the starboard side of the ship to where a large dingy with an outboard was waiting for them.
The three of them climbed into the yielding craft, and the crew lowered it to the water. A stern haul brought the motor to chugging life, a puff of acrid grey smoke rising into the air as it began churning the sea with its small blades. Once freed of the cranes, the small craft cruised effortlessly away from the side of the ship, making straight for the island weaving deftly amongst the jagged rocks protecting it from any larger vessels.
Mina leaned against the soft sides of the boat, her two beloved owners sitting opposite her arm-in-arm, watching the island looming closer. She looked around her, bouncing slightly as the small vessel rode the waves. The sun was beginning its descent towards the horizon, and long shadows were stretching across the sea while the far side of the island was sheathed in twilight. A warm breeze caressed her hair as she gazed up at the towering dagger of stone forming the centre of the island. A few sporadic ledges provided veins for life on the massive, lifeless fang, which was flanked on one side by jungle and on the other by the golden crescent of a beach that continued all the way around the island. Small rock outcroppings on which Mina could spy figures rose from the ocean a few yards offshore dressed in barnacles and devoid of plants. At first she thought the figures of the women were merely standing still, but as they drew closer she discerned they were made of stone and were representations of classic mermaids. The statues stood to attention facing the sea like sentinels guarding the island.
The scent of the sea overwhelmed Mina’s starved senses as she traced her fingertips along the edges of the boat, feeling the smooth fabric and taking the opportunity to be thankful for her freedom of movement, savouring it while she could, because she had no idea how much longer she would possess such a gift.
As they approached the beach, she noticed people moving about or reclining beneath colourful umbrellas, iceboxes and other luxuries surrounding them. Just before the tree line sat a small primitive hut with log walls and a straw roof, apparently a bar manned by two naked, dark-skinned women. Another small group of females in chastity belts wandered the beach and served the needs of the guests, while still more young women played in the sand or the surf, chasing each other and swimming in the crystal waters wearing only steel bands about their loins and around their throats.
Passing the first of the rocks rising from the water, Mina saw the statues were alive; women had been encased in stone shells and set as trophies upon the rocks. Their eyes were visible inside small ovals permitting them a view of the sea, their stone cells penetrated by internal hoses, enabling them to remain inside their immobile tombs for lengthy periods of time.
The sand grated against the yielding hull of the craft with a scraping hiss as the motor forced them up out of the waves onto the beach. Two Hispanic looking women promptly paddled over and took hold of the bow as other slaves hurried down the beach from a paved road leading into the trees. Wading into the water, they took the suitcases from the boat and headed back up the trail with them.
‘Well, here we are,’ Oceanus declared, jumping out onto the sand and extending a helping hand to Tethys, whose heels sank into the soft surface, forcing her to walk on her toes until she reached more solid ground.
‘Come on, Mina, let’s go,’ he called over his shoulder, waving her out of the boat where she still sat staring dreamily out at the tranquil, lovely island.
The sand clung stimulatingly to her feet as she followed her masters, the feel of the particles shifting beneath her bare toes and tickling her soles making her giggle like a child. The euphoria gripping her heart and mind in those moments was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt completely at peace, her life full of new promise and wonder.
Crossing the beach, the couple waved to a few shadowy forms lounging beneath umbrellas, their features hidden by sunglasses. Most of them were either naked or wearing only token garments.
The delicate chirping of birds and the music of leaves rustling in a gentle breeze gradually replaced the sound of waves breaking against the sand. The slender road wound between the trees, the shaded air of the forest cool and moist and saturated with all the heady scents of untamed nature. Then the trees gave way to a large meadow so lush it resembled an emerald carpet. A sizeable mansion rose from its heart, built entirely of wood and dotted with individual balconies accessed by sliding doors. Mina could see people relaxing on these vantage points being tended by slaves as they enjoyed the sunshine and the temperate climate. The main doors were fronted by a sizeable portion of pavement into which had been secured whipping posts, gallows, stocks and other heavy engines of restraint, some of them currently occupied, some not. In the rapidly dying light, a woman was lighting torches set in iron shafts approximately five feet high that supported metal braziers forged in the shape of flames. The jagged fangs rose up to mimic the genuine article as the woman placed a flame in the interior of each one, the small pyres flinging up a cascade of flickering yellow and orange light and banishing the gathering darkness.
To the right of the house sat a squat and windowless oval building, the purpose of which was impossible to determine from its façade. Then whinnies and neighs reached Mina’s ears, distracting her from her contemplation of the strange building and drawing her attention to what she assumed to be an ordinary stable shaped like an L to the left of the mansion. The wooden barracks encompassed a courtyard where metal fences divided the area into individual pens and training grounds. The occupants of these were the source of the sounds, but there was no normal beast in evidence.
Human ponies were undergoing their regime of indoctrination - women sealed in a variety of costumes and prancing about at the command of whip and crop, their hoofed feet pounding the rich soil beneath them. Taller torches were being lit in this area as well, that were slightly more dense in construction, the wider bases providing more support, apparently for safety reasons, so they could not fall and harm a helplessly bound slave.
The slaves carrying their luggage entered the house while Oceanus and Tethys paused in the courtyard to wait for Mina to catch up. As she arrived between them, they smiled and indicated a set of gallows.
‘We shall be leaving you in bondage for the night, slave, to prepare you for tomorrow,’ Tethys informed her, one hand on her hip, the other running down the polished wood of the main support beam.
‘You still want to be trained as our pony?’ Oceanus asked soberly.
Mina looked up into his eyes and nodded fervently. ‘Yes, master, I do.’
His smile deepened as he kissed his wife before preparing the gallows for Mina’s bondage. They looked ordinary, except there was no noose at the end of the rope, from which hung a heavy set of leg-spreaders. A cluster of three hoops were sealed to each end of the iron bar, and onto these had been clipped a set of sturdy leather fetters. A collection of riveted straps was configured to create a funnel-shape for the foot, with other bands for the ankles made of soft padded leather to ease the strain of suspension. The rope holding the contrivance ran through hoops set in the wood and connected to a winch placed at the side, making lifting a slave a vastly less taxing feat.
‘Lay down on your back,’ Tethys commanded.
Mina swiftly spread herself across the cold stones, her lowly position leaving the gallows and her owners towering over her, emphasising her feeling of servility as they each took hold of one of her ankles and lifted it, slotting her feet into the awaiting straps and tightening them to an exact fit, the cushioned interior clamping gently to her extremities. Once she was secured, Tethys turned the crank and the mechanism quickly gathered the rope, lifting Mina’s buttocks into the air and then her back, her shoulders and finally her head, leaving her swinging gently to and fro, her legs splayed wide by her confinement.
Her wrists were drawn before her and locked into a set of matching shackles. The padded leather enclosed her joints and the D-rings that lay on either side were all captured by a single padlock, so she could not remove them from her wrists or even part her hands. Rope was fed around and joined her elbows, pulling them together behind her. Her cuffs were then dragged to her belly as her elbows were hauled closer in a familiar pose, depriving her of the use of her arms.
Left hanging in the cool air of early evening, Mina watched impotently as her two owners looked her over lustfully, clearly fighting the urge to succumb to their carnal passions.
‘Is our slave happy?’ Tethys asked with a purr in her voice, running her hand down Mina’s thighs and squeezing the firm flesh.
‘Yes, mistress, I am glad to be yours again,’ she replied truthfully.
‘Such delightfully pert mounds... they just scream for abuse, don’t they, Oceanus?’ his wife mused, tracing a finger across Mina’s buttocks. She then thrust her digit through the cleft in her bottom cheeks, riding down the tight valley and across the fabric covering her pudenda. ‘So desperately in need of discipline, and so hungry for it,’ she went on dreamily, and pulling Mina’s panties aside she shoved a finger into her moist sex.
‘Oh, mistress,’ Mina gasped, her hands clawing at her bonds as she shuddered with ecstasy, feeling the finger swirling insider her in lazy circles.
‘Would our slave like a sound spanking before we retire?’ Tethys offered. ‘Would our slave relish such attention, or revile it?’ Her other hand reached down and cupped one of Mina’s inverted buttocks.
‘Oh yes, please, mistress,’ she begged, keen to feel such chastisement, her long exile from sensations leaving her desperately hungry to taste what she had missed so much.
‘Shall we give our little pet what she wants?’ Tethys asked her husband.
‘How could we resist such a tempting sight?’ he replied, stepping up beside his wife, who abandoned Mina to embrace him. The two nobles kissed passionately, stoking the fires of their libido, their hands wandering sensually over each other’s bodies.
Oceanus was the first to pull back. ‘Ready, slave?’ he asked, his free hand resting on Tethys’s hip as he flexed the other in preparation.
‘Yes, master, I am your slave to do with as you will,’ she whispered, closing her eyes and bracing herself.
He brought his palm down hard on her bottom, clapping the flesh with a loud smacking sound. She gasped from the pleasure, rapture spawning inside at the thought of being punished by her owners as she hung defenceless before their eyes. He concentrated on one buttock to make it glow with its own internal fire, until it was hot and prickly with sensation, and then he paused, leaving her panting and heart racing, her body quaking slightly as though an invisible force was fucking her.
After a moment of contemplative silence, Tethys applied her hand to Mina’s other buttock, repeating the treatment with her virgin cheek, her hand ringing applause against Mina’s tender flesh, flesh unaccustomed to maltreatment and yet so desperately in need of it.
After tenderising their slave’s skin and making it hypersensitive to the slightest touch, Tethys and Oceanus began spanking her together at a more leisurely pace. Their palms slapped against her bottom, and lingered there to relish the feel of the abused skin, sometimes pinching or squeezing it to make her groan. On occasion they assailed her inner thighs to increase her havoc, and once or twice slapped her between the legs, cruelly smacking her damp sex.
In a stupor of exquisite delight, Mina trembled and moaned beneath each new impact, her body writhing against the immobilising bonds.
‘Would our slave like something more substantial?’ Tethys asked, and slapped the tender area where Mina’s thighs merged into her bottom.
‘Oh yes, mistress, yes,’ she groaned wantonly.
‘You have to earn it, slave.’
‘Anything, mistress,’ she promised. ‘I’ll do anything.’
‘You would have to service us both, slave,’ Tethys explained, lifting Mina’s head by the hair so her scalp resounded with distress.
Mina clenched her teeth, yet the pain only added to her willingness to do whatever her owners said. ‘I will, anything for you, mistress,’ she whimpered, the roots of her hair protesting vehemently at being pulled.
‘Good slave,’ Tethys purred, releasing and permitting her to swing back into her upside down position, her legs spread wide, her buttocks and thighs turgid with heat. ‘Ready, slave?’ She stepped in front of Mina’s face, one hand dropping to take hold of the zipper at her loins and lower it slowly.
‘Yes, mistress,’ she whispered, her eyes wide with anticipation as she watched the latex-clad body of her beautiful owner close in, the dark fabric shining in the torch lit tropical evening.
Taking hold of the back of Mina’s head, Tethys forced her face into the leggings, and Mina’s tongue spilled through the aperture to fawn on a hot wet clitoris. The taste of her mistress was like nectar to her palate, the flavour of another woman’s pudenda a delight she had not enjoyed for what felt like an eternity. The feel of the soft, slick tracts sliding against her tongue was pure bliss.
‘Oh, that’s it slave... good slave... I can see you haven’t lost any of your old skills,’ Tethys commented breathlessly as she rode Mina’s face. The gorgeous dominatrix tossed her head back and exhaled deep, rhythmic breaths into the cool twilight.
Buried amidst intimate flesh and latex, Mina was in heaven, lavishing her devout attentions on the swollen clitoris between her lips.
In mere moments Tethys was crying out with pleasure, emitting heady moans as she rejoiced in Mina’s skilled cunnilingus. Once she had ridden the spires of an orgasm, she gently released her slave’s head and stepped back, leaning into the arms of her husband for support, her features slack and her body languid with prurient intoxication.
‘That was quite something,’ she muttered, kissing Oceanus as he gazed at Mina with ravenous desire in his eyes. ‘And now it’s your turn, my love.’ She kissed him as her hand fell to his open breeches and pulled out his swelling member. ‘But first let me get her into a better position for you.’
Mina’s elbows and wrists were set free and her arms dragged behind her, the shackles used to lift her as the rope was attached to and thrown over the spreader bar. Hauled over the metal beam, the woven coil was drawn in, bending her around, hoisting her up by her arms so she was doubled back, her spine aching a little from the contortion. With her features brought almost upright by the cruel position, she tried not to resist the bondage knowing she would only make it worse for herself if she struggled. Groaning softly, her jaw trembled as the pain in her back and arms grew worse, punishing her relentlessly as she was forced to maintain the unnatural position.
‘There, all set,’ Tethys decreed. Mina’s face was now upright and able to service Oceanus much more readily despite the vicious impositions of her current position.
He stepped forward with celerity and fed his rigid length into his slave’s gaping mouth.
Mina swallowed the engorged flesh and locked her lips to it. Recalling her training under Atlas, she employed all the skills she had learned from his stringent lessons, rocking her head back and forth and attending to her owner’s pleasure with as much skill and devotion as she could muster in her constraining bondage. Her growing discomfort only seemed to add to her enthusiasm, magnifying her diligence and her skill as her body ached and her mouth watered from the wonderful taste of him.
‘She has improved with age, that’s for certain,’ he remarked softly as she lapped and sucked his stiff organ while he clung to her thighs for support.
‘Someone’s been tutoring her, I’ll wager,’ his wife suggested, painting small whirls of sensation around Mina’s clitoris with her fingertips, tracing a slow, methodical route that made Mina sob with delight around the phallus filling her mouth and nudging her throat.
Shuddering with the rising ecstasy of being masturbated by one of her owners while she pleasured another, Mina hauled at Oceanus with her tongue and lips and mouth, drawing out his orgasm and feasting on his murmurs of delight. Then, with a low growl, he poured his seed down her throat, baptising her tongue as she drank all he was able to give, milking his climax for all it was worth, her own rabid pleasure driving her on.
The noble stepped back finally, pulling free of her mouth and leaving her constrained and twisted in her bonds licking her lips, her chest having as she gasped with mingled pleasure and pain.
‘I can see how close you are, slave,’ Tethys whispered in her ear. ‘Soon you’ll be dancing for us again, but don’t you dare come until I give you permission. Yet perhaps I should stop and leave you hanging on the edge of release. Would you like that, slave?’
‘Oh, please don’t mistress!’ Mina was livid with distress at the mere prospect. ‘I’ve done as you asked!’ Her rising plume of pleasure was too hot to resist; she simply could not cope with denial, not after her long captivity and period of isolation. To be inverted and bound, restrained and forced to service both her owners before being masturbated by one of them was so acutely arousing she felt she would explode if she did not give vent to the need raging inside her.
‘I don’t recall this being part of the bargain,’ Tethys said cruelly. ‘I offered to crop you if you serviced us, is that not so?’ She slowed the rhythm of her fingertips, threatening to stop if the answer failed to satisfy her.
Mina’s pleasure began stalling, kept at a crucial point by Tethys’s experienced ministrations but moving no closer to the heavenly goal of a climax. ‘Yes, mistress, but please, it’s been so long and I’ve missed you both so much, please don’t deprive me. Desperation saturated every syllable of her plea.
‘Maybe, maybe not, I’ll decide in a moment.’ She drew Mina closer and closer, making her fight to stop herself from coming. But battling the will of her body was more than she could handle at the moment; she was simply too aroused to be able to hold off. She needed permission right now or she would end up disobeying her mistress’s command through no fault of her own.
‘Mistress, please!’
‘No, not yet,’ Tethys snapped, working her fingers with skill and making Mina’s mind boil as her synapses burned with the effort of mentally resisting an orgasm, every second a brutal war she barely won.
‘Okay, you have permission, slave,’ Tethys said at last. It took a moment for Mina to realise she was being allowed to climax. ‘Come on slave, let’s see you come.’ She accelerated her ministrations.
Mina’s features contorted in a silent frozen cry as every fibre of her being tensed, and the shattering joy that flooded her made all her muscles ripple beneath it.
‘That’s it, slave,’ Tethys said contentedly as Mina thrashed against her bonds.
‘Thank me, slave,’ she commanded. ‘Thank your mistress.’
‘Oh thank you, thank you, mistress! Thank you for letting your slave come!’ She sagged in her bondage, wheezing softly.
‘Good girl,’ Tethys murmured, lifting her wet fingers away and presenting them to Mina so she might take them into her mouth and clean them of her own juices.
Sucking her mistress’s skin and the cut off latex fabric, Mina’s mind reeled from the intensity of the ordeal as her limbs continued to release the occasional fit against her bonds.
‘You’ve earned your reward, slave,’ Oceanus told her. ‘Are you ready?’
Mina had all but forgotten the beating she had begged to receive after being spanked. ‘Yes, master, I am,’ she said softly, closing her eyes and readying herself for the imminent trial.
The couple retrieved their crops and stepped behind her once more, each one targeting a cheek. The crops hummed their sibilant songs as they cut the air and applied their ferocious tips to a bottom already smouldering from a recent chastisement. The leather hoops etched hot welts into her skin, the flesh rising in trenches that burned like the sun, each stroke adding to the general fury suffusing her buttocks. Wailing and pulling against her bonds, Mina sobbed and begged for mercy.
Launching the implements against her flesh, the couple marked its property with welts of love, each one a terrible blessing to Mina as she endured them, reviling and revelling in each scorching kiss of the stinging black leather. Afterwards, they gathered close to her and offered the tips of their weapons to her lips, and shuddering from her trial and feeling purged by its savagery, Mina kissed them reverently.
‘Thank you, master, thank you, mistress,’ she sobbed, tears streaming down her face as a mysteriously numbing euphoria washed through her burning form in the wake of the torment. Her body was charged with bliss, with a sense of utter and complete satisfaction, having been adored by the riding crops of her owners.
‘Good slave,’ Oceanus said quietly, loosening the rope around her arms and letting her straighten again.
She grimaced as her back protested, and still weeping with exquisite happiness, she hung in her bonds and watched as her beloved owners walked away, leaving her alone to treasure the ferocious ache in her buttocks.
Fingers of early morning sunlight reached across the tops of the trees and caressed Mina’s bound form. The night had been cool, but not cold enough to cause her any serious discomfort. Relaxed in her bondage, she had managed to sleep for long periods of time, her dreams infected with lustful images of being whipped, bound and made to serve others sexually. The intense prurient lust ignited by her escape from the depths was almost more painful than the ropes binding her. Fortunately, she had eaten before leaving the ship. The only thing that disturbed her slumber was the excitement she experienced wondering what dawn would bring, her enthusiasm to be trained by her owners making her heart race and filling her mind with hopes and possibilities.
The warm touch of sunlight stirred her from sleep as it travelled gradually across her suspended body. When it reached her face she was brought fully awake. Stretching as much as she could in her confined state, she yawned and sighed, feeling content and refreshed, the addition of suspension to her existence an uncomfortable but welcome treat.
Tethys and Oceanus were spry of step as they emerged from the manor house, the first of the nobility to exit the building this morning. Both had donned riding attire for the day’s events, indicating they truly did intend to train her as their pony. Knee-high polished boots with silver spurs rested over tight white breeches adorned by a studded belt. Other than that they wore nothing else except short leather gloves. Tethys’s breasts were fully exposed to Mina’s hungry gaze, perhaps to tease her all the more. Both carried the same crops they had wielded last night. They quickly lowered Mina to the ground and untied her.
‘Did our slave sleep well?’ Oceanus asked her, running his hand down her spine. The soft leather brushing against her skin left goose bumps in its wake as she nodded weakly, her eyes narrowing beneath the exquisite sensation as she inhaled the crisp morning air.
‘We’re going to take you to the stables and get you dressed, and then we’ll start your training, slave,’ Tethys informed her, and Mina stood to attention, ready to obey any order they gave. A furtive glance over her shoulder showed the angry imprints left by the pair of crops across her buttocks, the vivid welts distinct and vibrant against her pale skin, criss-crossing in an intricate web of purple strips.
‘Follow us, slave,’ her mistress commanded, and she and her husband led Mina towards the stables.
They passed through a pair of large doors at one end of the curved building. To the right lay a series of closed doors, plain portals hiding secret interiors from view. To the left were the individual stables, box rooms strewn with hay furnished with a trough of food and water and equipped with metal rings set in the walls. Some rooms had the saddle of its occupant placed on a beam, waiting for a rider to fasten it on his or her chosen mount. The two sections of the doors leading out of the stalls were located on the outer wall, the simple latches beyond the ability of the bound female ponies to operate. Some of these doors were open as Mina was led down the central path, the closed lower half serving to prevent exit while the open top half allowed passing nobles to see the ponies within.
The pony-women were bound in a number of different ways. Some were relatively free while others were terribly incarcerated, their extreme bondage tantalising Mina’s penchant for claustrophobic entrapment. Some rested on their ‘hooves’ with their arms twisted up behind their backs, their figures encased in latex, their bridled features connected to the wall via a chain. Others were stooped over, their arms locked within artificial forelegs, the weighted constructs rendering them quadrupeds, and the influence of the rest of their uniform preventing them from rising. And in case they attempted to do so, devious additions had been set into place to punish them for their effort.
Still more pony-women were joined together so the features of one were bound to another’s rear end, thereby creating a form of centaur. Numerous different examples were on display, some with their flesh exposed and others locked within a bodysuit moulded to fit like a black second skin hiding them from view. The most amazing centaurs, however, were those created from one woman. They stood bound and adorned as their owners had seen fit, their bridled faces connected to their stable to prevent easy movement, and from the base of their spines their bodies and legs were that of a pony. Some of these girls were full-figured and covered by an artificial skin to add to the realism, others were thin and revealed more of the intricate core of the mechanism controlling the artificial animal legs.
The level of technology involved was impressive, but Mina knew it was possible. The toys she had used in the corporate world she’d been a part of had been many years ahead of what was ordinarily available. The most powerful people in the world were greedy hoarders of technology, keeping the latest refinements and breakthroughs to themselves to gain an edge over the competition. Once upon a time, secret agencies had possessed the money and the power to attract the finest minds, now multi-national corporations owned them.
They turned a corner and continued down the corridor to the door at the end. Tethys opened the portal, and Mina found herself in a chamber devoted to turning women into beasts.
The walls were lined with hundreds of outfits, and coils of chain emerged from openings in the floor and ceiling, the slender lines fixed to the restraints in which a slave was obviously placed during the process of bestial transmogrification.
Mina’s owners led her to a set of restraints and snapped leather cuffs around her wrists. A few touches to a pad of buttons on the wall and a cranking rattle of mechanised motion sounded from above, lifting Mina’s arms high over her head while spreading them, forcing her to balance on tiptoe. Then her feet left the ground and she was hanging in midair, the restraints digging into her flesh as she was racked by the suspension. She groaned with pleasure at her elevation, the prospect of what was to follow spicing her excitement.
A spinning purr of motion showed her hair strippers, the drum-like heads whirling with clasping sets of internal tweezers. ‘Time to be smooth again, slave,’ warned Oceanus, lifting the device and looking over her helpless legs with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
Mina jerked in her bonds as the weapons swept across her skin, tugging hairs free at the root and stripping her legs bare. The machines worked swiftly, running in steady lines, and she occasionally struggled to move her legs away from the devices when the effects of their plucking teeth became too much for her to handle. But she was spanked mercilessly until she settled down again, making any period of reprieve from the implements a session of equally painful chastisement. Finally, the surface of her limbs was left feeling soft and smooth as satin and Mina was left panting and light-headed from the excruciating ordeal.
‘There, that’s all for now,’ Tethys said.
‘You took that well, slave,’ Oceanus praised her while running his hand over her bottom. ‘Now we can start getting you into your outfit.’
Tethys brought over a delicate nylon garment. ‘Help me get our slave into this,’ she petitioned her husband, holding up an open crotch cat-suit. Pulling down the zip in the back, they manoeuvred Mina into the sleeveless garment, caressing the sheer weave across her limbs and erasing the wrinkles as she squirmed slightly with pleasure at being handled by both her beloved owners.
Thigh-high boots were then slipped onto her feet, moulding them into a smooth curve from toe to ankle, where the customized footwear fanned out into the appearance of a hoof concealing a stiletto heel. The entire area above the sole was fitted with a studded band of silver metal, and a matching metallic circlet gripped her thighs. Half of a buckled strap hung from the outermost side at the top of each boot, a dense suspender that could be attached to a belt and deny her any hope of kicking off the weighty footwear. The heavy boots placed more strain on her wrists, making her paw at them feebly.
‘There, you now have your hooves,’ Tethys smiled, ‘and you’ll get used to the weight soon enough.’
‘But first we have to pull in that salacious waist a little more and fill these wanton holes,’ Oceanus, chuckled patting Mina’s sex, and the soft spanks made her quiver with pleasure and ache for something more substantial.
A stern leather corset was selected, the front an unbroken sheet of leather, the back sections joined by a dense wall of laces. Two buckles hung from the front and back hems awaiting a crotch-piece. The belt that would mate with her boots hung from the corresponding sides of the bodice. Two fat silver rings had also been riveted to the sides of the garment at the level of her waist, which could serve as sturdy anchors.
‘This should look quite fetching on you,’ Tethys remarked. ‘I can’t wait to see the finished product.’
‘Our little slave always looks wonderful,’ her husband commented. ‘I expect as a pony she’ll shine even more brightly, especially once she’s fully trained.’
‘It’s well worth losing a sexual pet for such a vaulted cause,’ agreed his wife. ‘To have this delightful physique proud and obedient, guided by the whip as she tows us wherever we wish... Mm, I cannot wait.’ Her eyes sparkled as she pictured what Mina was going to look like as a pony-girl.
The stiff bodice was wrapped around Mina’s torso and the laces tightened as much as possible, and then fetters were applied to her ankles. A push of a button had the floor chains retreating and drawing her legs apart, splaying her wide and applying more havoc to her stretched and suspended body. Mina’s head fell back and she stared up at the ceiling as she whimpered in distress, stabs of pain flashing through her strained limbs as the leather jaws of the corset ground against her ribs and made it hard for her to breathe.
‘We’d best finish off before we add the rest,’ Oceanus decreed.
‘Hold on, let me just grab my trimmer,’ Tethys replied, moving away.
Riding endorphins set loose by the stress of enduring the process of being stripped and suspended, shaved, dressed and bound, Mina shook with apprehension as the hair strippers were once again taken up and activated, her exposed crotch obviously their next target. They began nipping at her pubes and her perverse need for excruciating discipline enabled her to relish what would ordinarily be considered an unbearable experience. Whimpering and groaning and jerking in her bonds, Mina’s head lolled as she drifted off in a masochistic haze, reviling the pain even as it saturated her flesh with a terrible delight. The heads bit across her mound, delving into her bottom crack to remove every hair, leaving her utterly smooth. Her owners caressed her, and sighed with satisfaction.
‘Perfect,’ Tethys said. ‘Just perfect.’
Her ribs gloriously squeezed by the corset’s leather hourglass, Mina panted meekly, revelling in the painful constriction that seemed to crush any thoughts of resisting whatever her owners had planned for her. The matching crotch-piece was brought over, the triangular front buckled to the corset and the pair of ridged jelly dildos attached to it carefully pushed up into her loins. As the pliant lengths filled her hungry orifices she stiffened and moaned with rapture as the unnaturally large organs expanded her tracts to their delicious limits. And from the thong back of the crotch-piece, a conical leather stem sprouted and spilled a great plume of black hair - a tail that hung down to the backs of her knees.
‘That’s it, slave, let it out,’ Oceanus urged, ‘we want to see you express what you’re feeling.’
The two dildos pressed deep into her pussy and her bottom and the slender strap at the back slid tightly between her buttocks as it was buckled into place.
‘I bet they feel wonderful, don’t they, slave,’ Tethys purred, ‘those big rods shoved all the way into you?’
‘They are there by our will, slave,’ Oceanus told her firmly, ‘and they will stay there all the time to remind you that you belong to us.’
Mina quivered with pleasure as she shifted her loins against the soft intruders. Then he grabbed her tail and gave it a few tugs and she whimpered as the action played the crotch strap and moved the jelly lengths inside her to a minimal but intense degree due to their monstrous size, their ridges plundering her depths. With a contended smile, her master made her cavort against her trammels by exploiting the plugging toys, and then the thick leather suspenders at her sides were connected and tugged to a thrumming tension before being buckled into place. A dense studded collar with a strap hanging from one side was placed around her throat, the metal ring in front resting against her collarbone as its width forced her head up to perky attention.
The chains suspending her were finally given some slack, lowering her to the floor as the chains at her feet pulled back, forcing her down to her knees, at which point two more chains were brought up from the floor and attached to her collar, keeping her where she was, unable to rise, her arms still stretched straight up over her head.
Tethys said, ‘Let’s sort out her hair before we finish off.’
‘Shall we go with a mane, or a single tail?’ her husband enquired.
‘I prefer the tail, and it looks better with the bridle we’ll be using.’
‘Very well, I agree.’
A set of rechargeable hair clippers released their purring hum into the air as Oceanus brought the implement over. The buzzing head rolled along Mina’s skull, shearing away her hair in great tufts, the amputated strands falling to the floor in lush piles. Her head was completely shaved except for a single plume of hair high on her crown, a makeshift mane held in place with a tight black latex ribbon.
‘Shall I apply the bridle now?’ Oceanus asked eagerly.
‘Hold on a minute,’ Tethys muttered, ‘just let me get rid of these loose strands.’ The soft bristles of a brush tossed aside the few lingering particles of hair on Mina’s head, and then the bridle was brought over.
‘There, she’s all yours,’ Tethys said with satisfaction, stepping back.
The thick rubber bit was forced into Mina’s willing mouth, the rings at the sides pressing against her cheeks. The straps affixed to the circle were set in place with precise motions, the band at the sides fastened about her head and pulling the wide bar deeper against the corners of her mouth, her teeth grinding against the slightly yielding but still relentless bit. From the lower portion of the ring another strap descended below her chin to cup her jaw and press it to the invasive strut. Another pair of straps rose to connect at her brow and ran across her head to grab the belt at the back, a slit in the leather allowing her ponytail to emerge from the band. Secondary straps ascended at her cheeks, rising up to the slit at her crown. They added no real additional strength to the bridle, but they did hold a set of blinkers that deprived her of her lateral vision, leaving her with a restricted forward facing view.
‘Right,’ Oceanus crowed with delight, ‘that just leaves her arms, and we’re ready to begin.’
‘You get the first one out and I’ll get the glove,’ Tethys said briskly, and one of Mina’s arms was promptly set free as Oceanus held her tightly. The strength of his grip was not necessary; the brawn he applied to keeping her subdued Mina knew was intended to stoke her lecherous desires. She was aware that her beloved owners were considerate of all their slaves, always incorporating actions they knew would please them, acting not only to indulge their own passion for domination but also to ensure the submissives they used gained as much pleasure as possible from their service. Mina felt proud to be owned by such a beautiful and considerate couple as they gently forced her arm into a leather opera glove fitted with a metal band at the top and a dense manacle at the wrist. The mitten at the end bore no accommodations for her fingers, leaving her digits bunched together and useless within its close confines. The restraints were tightened to a more secure fit and padlocked to the rings of her corset, leaving her arms mobile but unable to break free of the corset and anchored to her waist. The strap at her collar met the strap at the top of the opera gloves, running down her shoulder and connecting to ensure she could not struggle free of the tubular restraints. Then her other arm was identically bound, completing her transformation from young woman to pony.
Chewing on her bit, Mina wriggled upon the dildos and waited while the chains holding her in place were snapped free.
‘Stand up, pony, and let’s have a look at you,’ Tethys commanded, stepping back with her husband to admire their work, smiling and holding hands as they beheld the final product.
Mina lifted a leg, and her hoof clopped against the stone floor. The sound made her smile even though it was a strain to force herself upright and stand on her new equine feet. She felt wonderfully constricted, her transformed appearance acting as an intense aphrodisiac.
‘Utterly delightful,’ Tethys declared as she moved forward to caress Mina’s nylon-smothered assets and tease her nipples through the suit’s gossamer weave.
‘Definitely,’ her husband agreed fervently. ‘I hope her persona as a pony is as pleasing as her appearance.’
‘Oh, I’m sure our little slave won’t disappoint us,’ Tethys assured him, spanking Mina’s taut bottom.
Mina stiffened, her arms straining against the fastenings, her fingers making the slim gloves ripple as they fought to move. The casual smack sent heat coursing through her fresh welts, reviving them and making them burn afresh for a few tormenting seconds.
Removing reins from the wall, Oceanus clipped them to the rings against her cheeks, and using them to tow her along, her hooves clattering against the stone floor with each step she took in her new bizarre footwear. As she walked, Mina told herself she was now an animal. Owned and controlled by the beautiful couple, she was a pony in their care tottering forward with the awkward gait of a newborn foal. She pondered what effects her training would have on her. She vaguely recalled her loss of sentience during her stint as an eel, brought on by extreme sensory deprivation, and wondered if behaving like a pony day in and day out would produce similar results as time passed.
Led out of the dressing room, Mina was taken through one of the stalls and out into the open courtyard. Other nobles had risen by now and were working on their chosen fillies. Dressed in varying modes of riding attire, nobles trained their mounts to trot properly, to perform tricks or simply to obey verbal commands if they were particularly recalcitrant or unused to their new uniform.
Tethys stepped past Mina holding two dressage whips, the lengthy slender struts of punishment fitted with a thin, dangling cord at the tip and handles made of silver and ivory. She lifted a simple bolt to open the metal gate of a pen, and let Oceanus lead Mina into it. The soft dirt gave slightly beneath her hooves, leaving behind then U-shaped footprints. He moved to the centre of the arena, letting his hands slip through the reins and giving Mina more slack.
‘Okay, pony-girl, time for some exercise,’ Tethys announced, shifting one of the whips to her other hand and tossing it to her husband.
Mina looked across at the other pens until the soft hiss of a whip cut the air and she felt it sting her bottom, the long stem cutting into her sensitive cheeks with a searing heat that made her toss her head back with a cry of shock the sensation was so unexpectedly savage.
‘Come on, pony, get those hooves moving,’ Oceanus ordered, lifting the weapon again and preparing to repeat the lesson if she failed to learn from it.
Pulling unconsciously against her wrist shackles, Mina turned and broke into a steady romp around the pen, the welt he had given her pulsating distinctly across her already well marked buttocks. The vicious stroke had drastically increased her willingness to obey, the flare of pain melting her own willpower with its dark seductiveness.
‘Legs up, pony-girl!’ Tethys snapped, her whip singing out as Mina skipped past her. The length crossed both her bottom cheeks, the lithe tip flicking around to paint an even more stern mark across her hip through the fine suit.
Mina staggered and swayed beneath the impact, jerking against her reins as she doubled up with a croaking wail of anguish. The weal throbbed, the fresh mark caused by the whip’s mordant tip scorching her drastically, the sheer havoc it roused in her flesh for a moment crippling her ability to respond to commands. Yet straightening up, she managed to swallow the torment as though it was the sweetest candy as she launched herself back into a swift trot. Lifting her legs she continued at the limit of the reins, keeping her head high and tilted slightly back as the collar required. It was a strangely satisfying experience to be casually treated like a beast, her sentience ignored as the whip became her persuasive instructor.
‘Higher,’ Oceanus demanded, giving a slight tug to her reins and pulling on the harness encompassing her head. The whip arched around, making her tense the moment she heard the telltale sound of its passage through the air, but awareness of its pending impact across her buttocks did little to assuage the excruciating agony of the woven stalk’s cruel kiss. Croaking against the bit, her eyes moist with tears of hopelessly mingled resentment and satisfaction, Mina continued her prancing motions with even more gusto, pushing her body to its limits as she pranced in the exaggerated fashion her owners demanded.
The dildos within her shifted with each bounding cavort of her hooves against the soil, the raked dirt increasingly marked with the circular imprints of her hooves. Mina was glad she had filled her time of decompression on the ship with intense exercise, for otherwise behaving like a pony would have left her a wheezing and enervated wreck after only a few laps. With her current level of fitness she was at least free to enjoy her training as the whips continued goading her on.
‘That’s it, pony-girl, keep those legs up!’ Tethys shouted with gusto. ‘And head back!’ She gave Mina another capricious lick with the whip as she trotted by.
‘Now a little faster,’ Oceanus urged. ‘After all, we want to get our pony nice and fit.’ He applied a trio of gentle flicks from his whip across her straining buttocks that served to aggravate the ache of her existing welts without causing her any fresh trauma.
Marching round and round at the limit of her reins, Mina listened to her owners’ commands and did as she was told, the dressage whips falling constantly to keep her mind and her submission strong and focused. Rhythmic stings from the whips were her constant companion, the more stern flavour of the wicked weapons only becoming evident when she slowed her pace or let her rigid prancing posture grow slack. Of course, on numerous occasions she deliberately failed to keep pace and to hold her back straight, letting her performance slip a little in quality so she could suffer the exhilarating scourge meted out by her masters that made her feel wonderfully owned and debased.
It was pure bliss to be steered around and totally controlled in a pen made for an animal, her eyes staring intently out from between her blinkers in an effort to catch sight of her beautiful owners whenever she passed them. Her prurient lusts fed on the image of their perfect bodies, presented to her in the arousing role of implacable trainers of submissively sensual creatures like her. Her tail swept against her legs, brushing her bottom cheeks as her ponytail, all that remained of her hair, caressed her shoulders. Her breasts bounced inside the sheer top, a slippery sheen of perspiration making it shine as she performed the rigorous and monotonous exercise of trotting around the pen.
The sun crept up into the blue sky, pouring its golden bounty across the island and warming the air. At first the stables and trees provided a decent amount of cooling shade, but eventually the sun rose above them all, leaving the pony-girls to toil and serve beneath its penetrating rays. It would be a good few hours before the mountain afforded them some protective shade again, but the stables were arranged so the holding pens only admitted a small amount of light, shielding the human fillies and mares within from the full force of the sun’s harsh eye.
Fully exposed, her nylon cat-suit growing moist with her perspiration, Mina continued exercising for her owners. Her muscles ached, and her buttocks smouldered as the blood rushed into her sensitive welts. But her previous life before she became a slave in Charybdis had taught her all too well how to resist fatigue and push her body beyond what it would ordinarily be able to tolerate, her stamina and determination brooking no defeat.
Finally, the couple stopped urging Mina on with their whips and wiped the sweat from their own brows as they rubbed their weary arms. ‘I think she deserves a break,’ Tethys sighed.
‘I don’t know about our pony,’ Oceanus stretched his back and flicked the whip across Mina’s rump one last time, ‘but I certainly need one. Whoa girl,’ he commanded, and brought Mina to a halt with a soft swipe of the whip across the front of her thighs.
She stood to attention, panting, her chest rising and falling against the oppressive corset, her limbs seeming to burn from within.
‘Let’s get something to drink, hose down this filly and take a rest,’ Tethys proposed, opening the gate as Oceanus gathered in Mina’s reins, capturing them near her face and leading her out by them.
Immediately behind the stables was a courtyard accessed solely by metal shutters placed along the outer wall of the stable. A single road led into the forest, its paved line vanishing amidst the trees. An expanse of grass divided the courtyard from the side and back of the main building, where Mina discovered there was a large patio, the flagstones strewn with chairs, lounges, tables and brightly patterned umbrellas. Slaves, naked except for collars and chastity belts, attended the Nobles enjoying this area, while other slaves provided comfort in the form of human footrests and tables.
Mina was taken to the edge of the patio where a standpipe bore a coil of green hose. Oceanus handed his wife the reins and slid into a seat nearby, taking refuge in the shade and beckoning to one of the serving slaves. A tanned Hispanic girl carrying a serving tray promptly wandered over to him, her buxom form sauntering against her chastity belt.
Tethys led Mina onto the grass and paid out her reins, taking the hose with her as she went to join her husband.
‘Bring us the usual, slave,’ Oceanus smiled up at the girl as she straightened up from her respectful bow, ‘and some lunch.’ He subjected her to a flick of his whip to send her scampering back into the building.
Tethys squeezed the pistol-like nozzle of the hose, and a spray of cool water streamed from it that splashed across Mina’s body, making her gasp with shock and tense against her bonds. The sensation was overwhelming, the cold water in such stark contrast to her hot flesh that she shuddered from head to toe beneath the chilling cascade. The leather corset became saturated as the water seeped beneath it, cleansing her smothered skin.
Tethys ensured Mina was completely refreshed by the powerful stream, and then angled the hose so she could soothe her parched throat by gulping down mouthfuls of water before letting it wash across her flushed face. Then the dominatrix took great delight in playfully teasing Mina by shifting the waters aside to make her totter after them, trying to keep up with the cool flow so she could continue quenching her thirst.
The serving slave returned and laid down a tray laden with sandwiches and two colourful cocktails adorned with extravagant plumage. Then rather than dismissing her, Oceanus gestured for her to kneel at his side so he might stroke her lovely figure while chatting idly with his wife.
Tethys shut off the hose, leaving Mina standing in a puddle of water on the grass, her breathing deep and steady and her body shivering slightly as sunlight caught the water droplets covering her and began warming her up while also making her sparkle as if covered with gems.
‘Come here, little pony,’ Tethys commanded, pulling at her reins as she tossed the hose back towards the standpipe.
Mina obeyed at once, her hooves clapping onto the stone patio as she was led in close and then tugged down to her knees beside her mistress. Kneeling to attention, her blinkered eyes were facing the field behind the main building, a smooth expanse of grass stretching out to the trees.
‘So, what’ll we do next to our little filly?’ Tethys asked her husband, running a hand over Mina’s shaven head and down her plume of moist hair.
‘We should probably opt to run her for the rest of the day,’ he suggested, idly caressing the serving slave kneeling obediently beside him. ‘This fitness training will be good for her.’ He raised his drink, took a deep sip, and sighed contentedly as he leaned further back in his padded chair. ‘Ah, that’s the stuff. This island is unmatched anywhere. Poseidon certainly knows how to treat his guests.’
‘Did I hear my name?’ a familiar voice enquired. Mina heard footsteps approaching from behind, but obedient to her beloved owners, she resisted the urge to turn around and look. Instead she remained still and tense, chewing softly on her bit.
‘Poseidon!’ Tethys exclaimed with what sounded like genuine pleasure. ‘Please do join us. We were just commenting on your wonderful retreat here.’ She sipped her own drink contentedly.
‘Thank you,’ Poseidon replied, ‘I believe I shall.’
‘How did you come by it?’ asked Oceanus, his words muffled slightly as he chewed a bite of his sandwich.
‘I have friends here and there,’ the Titan replied amiably. ‘A few illicit favours provided to a certain government and it was more than willing to let me create my own little empire out here. In fact, a few high-ranking officials make this their favoured vacation spot.’ He chuckled as a serving slave appeared as if by magic to pull out a chair for him.
‘Are these slaves from Scylla?’ Tethys wondered as she reached down and presented a piece of fruit to her pony’s lips. Mina leaned forward and nuzzled her face into her owner’s palm, experiencing some difficulty in getting to the juicy fragment over the bit. Once it was in her mouth, she mulled it over and swallowed carefully, her tongue doing most of the work of softening it up and breaking it down since she could not use her teeth. Stretching her jaws wide, she slipped her tongue out around the bit and lapped up the trace of juice lingering on her lips as best she could, savouring her humiliating position as much as the taste of the fruit.
‘No, so far I have recruited all my slaves myself,’ Poseidon replied proudly. ‘They are all willing and genuine submissives saved from humdrum lives and given purpose and direction by their tenure here.’
‘Not bad.’ Tethys nodded, glancing at the slave her husband was still idly caressing. ‘Not bad at all.’
‘How many Titans are here at the moment?’ Oceanus asked languidly.
‘Not many,’ their host informed them, owner of the island and Mina’s personal saviour. ‘Most are probably still blowing down from the complex trying to make it to the party on time. Everyone else is from the other sects.’
‘I don’t see much identification.’ Tethys’s seat creaked as she glanced over her shoulders at the other nobles enjoying the island’s decadent lifestyle.
‘It’s one of my unwritten insistences,’ Poseidon explained. ‘I don’t like the obvious means of sect membership here; there’s too much factionalism in Cabal. Getting rid of such trinkets helps keep things more amicable.’
Listening intently, Mina abruptly realised her owners were not wearing their rings, which fit in with their altered titles.
‘It’s gotten that bad?’ Oceanus sounded concerned. ‘I had no idea.’
‘Being on the complex severely limits our awareness of the outside world,’ his wife reminded him in a disgruntled whisper, clearly none too pleased with Charybdis’s blackout on information.
‘It’s not that bad,’ Poseidon assured him. ‘It’s rare, but it does happen. I mean, the Parisian sect and the sect from Berlin constantly bicker and moan about each other’s presence. Getting rid of their markings tends to make them a little more tolerant of each other. There’s plenty of other sects that don’t mix well, but that’s as good an example as any.’
‘I’ve heard some rumours of it,’ Oceanus admitted, ‘I reckon they’re both just playing for extra power by getting rid of a neighbouring rival.’
‘There’s an underlying animosity between all the European sects. It’s just one of those things spawned by territory and proximity, and emphasised by the unification occurring there. The borders are dissolving and people are getting paranoid of losing their identity.’
‘Good point, I suppose it’s natural,’ Oceanus sniffed disdainfully.
‘Human nature,’ Tethys chuckled.
‘So, how is the pet you wanted me to help you rescue from her doomed fate?’ Poseidon changed the subject.
‘She’s fine now,’ Tethys replied merrily, ‘and glad to be back with us, where she belongs.’ She reached down and yanked Mina’s tail, making the jelly dildos rub their ridged surfaces against her tracts. She moaned and tightened her inner muscles around them, straining to maintain her required pose amidst the playful rocking of the strap against her crotch and the resultant shift of the pliant interlopers inside her.
‘I saw her in the pens.’ Poseidon regarded Mina lustfully. ‘She looks exquisite as a filly. How long did you have her as a pony in the complex?’
‘We didn’t, today is her first day,’ Tethys replied proudly, wiggling Mina’s tail and making her grit her teeth against the bit as her belly succumbed to a delightful swelling of sensation.
‘Really?’ The Titan seemed genuinely surprised. ‘Well, congratulations. She performs wonderfully for someone so inexperienced. New ponies are normally dropping from exhaustion after a few hours at a good trot. She must be exceptionally fit.’
‘There’s that, but there’s more to it. Remember, she’s been an eel for months,’ Oceanus reminded his host.
‘She’s got stamina, then. More than I’ve seen in a newborn filly for a long time.’ Poseidon’s voice was deep with admiration.
‘Now you see why we were so eager to get her back,’ Tethys purred. ‘She’s quite something. She adapts well, she’s devoted, skilled, eager and flawlessly loyal, once you’ve won her over.’ She continued playing with Mina’s tail, making her shiver and causing her breathing to quicken as the plugs began sliding more freely inside her and her belly grew warm and her pussy moist with desire.
‘Well, I’ve got to get back to my duties,’ Poseidon sighed, pushing his chair back and rising. ‘I’ve a few projects I’m working on for the party and I want to make sure they work properly.’
‘Anything you’d care to reveal?’ Oceanus grinned.
‘Sorry.’ He shook his head. ‘I love my surprises. You’ll just have to wait.’ His eyes shone with a teasing mirth.
‘Damn!’ Oceanus indulged his host with an exaggerated exclamation of disappointment.
‘Intrigue and curiosity will keep you on the island, won’t they? After all, I’d hate to lose your company.’ He kissed Tethys’s hand as she held it up to him.
‘As if we would leave so soon anyway, my dear Poseidon,’ she said sultrily.
‘See you at the beach tonight?’ Oceanus asked.
‘Count on it.’ The two men clasped hands and then the Titan wandered back towards the house, occasionally pausing to speak to some of his guests.
‘He seems a bit better,’ Tethys observed, releasing Mina’s tail and letting her settle back down, aroused and starved for more sensations.
‘Those projects are getting him down, I think,’ Oceanus mused out loud. ‘Perhaps they haven’t been going as smoothly as he’d like to make out.’
‘He’s a bit of a perfectionist. I reckon he just wants everything to be wonderful for his party.’ Tethys took up Mina’s reins and drew her closer, turning her around so she might lay her head upon her lap.
Nuzzling her face against the tight white trousers, Mina caressed them with her cheek as Tethys’s nails drifted along her bare upper arms and onto her nylon cat-suit. On a whim, Mina turned her face towards the other slave and found the girl’s eyes on her. She looked away instantly, and her furtive embarrassment at being discovered staring at her made Mina smile.
‘No matter what, it’ll be some event, that’s for certain,’ Oceanus declared. ‘How could you do anything here and not have it be spectacular?’ He indicated the fields with a sweep of his nearly empty glass.
‘That’s true enough,’ his wife agreed. ‘Well, shall we finish up and head back to continue the training of our sweet pony?’ She offered the last bite of a sandwich to Mina’s lips, and she devoured the food as best she could, the loss of her thirst having been replaced by an intense hunger.
‘Lay on your belly in front of the pony, slave,’ Oceanus commanded the serving slave, and the girl promptly stretched herself out before Mina. Oceanus dropped bits of sandwich meat along the girl’s back, following her spine down to the gentle slopes of her lovely bottom. ‘There you go, pony-girl, a trough for you to feast from.’ He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, a sparkle in his eyes as he watched Mina intently.
Draping herself forward, she started feeding off the girl, her lips brushing the soft skin making her sigh and shiver with sensual pleasure. She devoured all she could, sucking the bits of meat in with a motion of her constrained tongue and then swallowing against the demands of the bit. Once she had cleared her living plate she ran her tongue along the girl’s silky skin, gathering up any residual flavour, evoking soft moans from the prostrate slave’s throat as she delighted in her lot, aching for relief as her sexual frustrations were magnified by Mina’s oral caresses.
‘There, isn’t that better?’ Tethys asked rhetorically; she did not really expect a reply from Mina.
‘To the pens?’ Oceanus rose with a slightly disgruntled growl, having grown comfortable in his chair, but equally enthused to see Mina being trained again.
‘Come on, pony-girl,’ Tethys ordered, pulling on the reins as she stood up. The leather straps tugged at Mina’s face, moving her away from her sentient dining table and forcing her back onto her hooves. Her belly was comfortably full, and she had just adored the sweet flesh of another slave girl. The lunch break had put her in considerably high spirits.
She was taken back to the pen and set at the end of Tethys’s grip, while Oceanus hovered around her and applied his whip to her forcibly as she trotted around the pen. The sun soon slipped behind the cathedral of stone towering over the island, spreading a cool and welcome blanket of shade across the perspiring pony-girls. But the heat remained aggravated by Mina’s exertions as she exercised and pushed herself to her physical limits for the pleasure of her owners.
On and on she trotted, the dildos shifting slightly with every step she took, her exhaustion fighting a constant, rising arousal as the tiniest movement began lifting her towards a lethargic climax. The strap was too tight to actually let her gain relief, but it teased her relentlessly, making her relish her status of slave all the more fervently as she enjoyed being whipped around the pen at the reins of her owners. Many times she slacked her pace somewhat to relish the mordant caress of the implements plugging her and to gasp with perverse joy beneath the searing kiss of the whip.
Finally, shadows began gathering around the pen as a wild and angry series of red and orange stripes decorated the western horizon like welts inflicted by a divine whip, the fierce glow of colour visible through the trees as the sun battled for every last second of dominance before submitting to the softly falling darkness.
‘Whoa, girl!’ Tethys said at last, yanking on the reins and slapping her whip across Mina’s breasts, stinging them painfully to make her skid to a halt. She gasped for breath after the long run, her body aching and soaked with perspiration again. Her throat was painfully dry and her loins chafed from riding the dildos for hours on end. ‘I think we can call it a day,’ Tethys sighed, running her bare forearm over her brow and brushing back some loose strands of her short hair.
‘Let’s get her cleaned and in her stall, then find a slave to freshen us up and help us get changed for tonight’s beach party,’ Oceanus said briskly, leaning against the fence as a centaur on the other side caught his eye.
The woman who formed the front of the latex-sheathed beast was watching Mina’s training, as the other woman’s face remained hidden where it was pressed between the cheeks of her partner’s bottom. Clomping together in unison without their owner, the head of the practiced pair had been watching Mina on and off all day. It seemed the slender dominatrix who had been training them to trot more effectively was a fickle tutor who was easily distracted by other pleasures and spent much of her time elsewhere.
Staring over the moulded characterisation of a pony’s snout, the woman yelped as Oceanus’s whip swept out and caught her assets, causing her arms to thrash against the sleeves folding them up her spine. She turned to try and escape the whip as it sang through the air again and struck the fronts of her shapely thighs, the cutting weapon easily sending its effects through the dense layer of rubber. The added swipe made the pony’s head turn more rapidly than the rear, exposing it to the chastising device as it continued assaulting the interlocked couple. The plug in the centaur’s tail shook its plume of hair as her rubber-cocooned buttocks were abused, her legs tensing and rippling the rubber shell encasing them as she kicked into the dirt.
The muffled wails of the hidden woman emerged from the buttocks of the leader as her legs fought to push her partner on and get her out of the whip’s range. Finally gaining unity, the beast swiftly galloped to the other side of the pen and moved in irate circles, pawing the ground with its hooves as it endured the lingering throb of the whip.
Still panting from her own exertions, Mina studied the delicious vision of the centaur, mentally projecting herself into such a transformed state with her face pressed between another girl’s buttocks, nuzzling the sphincter as she was locked in darkness to serve as the hindquarters of a beast...
A yank to the reins distracted her from her titillating fantasy as Tethys walked out of the pen and took Mina with her. She was led back into the stalls and to one of the anonymous doors on the right. Oceanus threw it open and revealed a shower room, the white tiled interior equipped a drain in the centre where a telescopic metal pole waited with open metal fetters at its base. The tip of the device was a two-pronged pair of rounded nozzles, each with a series of small holes flecking them. A shower nozzle hung directly over this device, with several poles fixed to the wall, the heads armed with a variety of sponges and brushes near a shelf lined with bottles of coloured liquid soaps. Next to the cleansing poles were three faucets, each with a temperature dial set above it.
‘Come on, girl, nothing to be afraid of.’ Tethys urged Mina in, her hooves clattering loudly across the shower room’s polished tiles. Oceanus closed the door and helped Tethys unfasten Mina’s crotch-piece, snapping open the buckles and drawing it free.
The flight of the ribbed shafts literally made Mina shake in her boots and gasp from the delicious sensation of their rampant retreat from her tracts. Sagging slightly from their loss, she was led closer over the pole. Her ankles were locked in place, the metal gripping her feet to prevent escape, and as they touched the base of the instrument the hydraulic spear began rising beneath her.
‘Just relax and let them in, pony-girl,’ Oceanus murmured, taking hold of her hips to help steer her onto the rising shafts.
Her eyes widened with shock as she felt the cold tips touch and begin gathering more force against her. She mewled and wriggled in protest as the steel devices demanded entry into her body.
‘Easy, girl,’ Tethys said soothingly, stroking her ponytail.
Mina’s legs fought their bonds as she tried to lift them and grant herself a few more seconds’ reprieve from the dreaded penetration. She responded to the entry of the cold shafts with a gurgling hiss as her orifices expanded around the unforgiving lengths, allowing them to slide up and sheathe themselves deep inside her, until the bar connecting them was pressed against her crotch.
‘There, that’s better, isn’t it?’ Tethys asked, smiling. ‘Now we can get you clean.’
She and her husband moved over to the wall and gathered up a set of poles armed with sponges. Squeezing soap onto the honeycombed balls, they turned the temperature dials to their required settings and turned on the taps. The showerhead above Mina churned with sound, and released a warm sparkling deluge over her, the myriad small jets directing streams of water all over her. She arched her back above the shafts impaling her and turned her face up to accept the gloriously refreshing rain on her flushed features.
The warm water trickled down her body, making her skin shiver with delight as the sponges closed in and began rubbing themselves across her form, the long poles to which they were attached permitting her owners to remain outside the shower’s steaming flow. Shuddering and groaning deep in her throat, Mina swayed as she was treated like a beast and scrubbed clean by her owners, the two of them working together to ensure she was purified of the day’s accumulated dirt and perspiration.
Stepping back, husband and wife replaced the sponges and left Mina under the shower’s cleansing waterfall as they manned a series of other taps.
Watching them with a sense of apprehension, Mina stiffened and cried out against her bit, sinking her teeth into it as water suddenly emerged from the rods imbedded in her pussy and anus. The tight jets pummelled her membranes, sending a swell of churning fluid through her. Her arms battled their restraints and her ankles struggled against their fetters, the sensations were so incredibly potent as small whirlpools and eddies beat against her insides. Gurgling and whinnying, she shook and struggled against the deep and powerful enema as her owners manipulated the faucets, changing the pressure and sometimes making her wail with mingled stress and ecstasy as the streams of water penetrated her with vicious force.
By the time they finished washing her insides, Mina felt weak and light-headed. The couple turned off all the taps and approached her, and she held herself perfectly still as they retracted the internal nozzles and lowered the pole as the fetters around her ankles clicked open.
Her legs quaking beneath her, Mina was only half conscious as they led her back out into the corridor and past several stalls before one opening one and ushering her into it.
‘Sleep well, pony-girl,’ Tethys said. ‘We’ll see you tomorrow for more training.’ She locked Mina’s reins to a wall ring as Oceanus hung her crotch strap on a hook, ready for the morning.
‘Sweet dreams,’ he added, and without even bothering to take in her surroundings, Mina slumped to the soft hay and fell asleep instantly.
The sound of movement nearby and a pressure against her body made Mina’s eyes flit open. It took her a moment to focus, and realise that a woman was resting her head on her thigh.
Mina discovered herself lying on her side in the hay, the hand she had fallen asleep on completely numb. Her legs were spread open and the other pony-girl was using one of her thighs as a pillow. The woman was nestled adoringly against her, her uniform identical to hers.
Looking up, Mina saw another crotch band hanging beside hers, and she followed the woman’s reins to the other side of the room where they were locked opposite her own tethers.
Had she been so exhausted that she had remained utterly oblivious as another pony was brought in and stationed with her? It was still dark out, the chirp of nocturnal insects filling the air and merging with the tune of dozens of pony-girls slumbering soundly in their stalls.
She calmed her racing pulse and laid her head back down on the straw. If the girl was as worn out as she had been, then she was not going to disturb her. Besides, it felt pleasant to have a companion, and she wondered if the newcomer was one of Tethys and Oceanus’s slaves as well, or if she belonged to someone else.
She closed her eyes and shook her sleeping hand until prickly influxes of feeling began flowing back into it. The girl’s head remained on her thigh as she shifted slightly into a more comfortable position and drifted back into a deep and dreamless sleep.
The weak rays of dawn appeared and made both pony-girls stir beneath their light caress. Mina sat up as her partner also dragged herself onto her knees, fully revealing herself.
She was young, perhaps in her early twenties, with bleached-white curls of hair spilling from her crown in the requisite form of a tail. She did not appear to be as tall as Mina, but she was lithe and slender, her breasts small and pert and inviting caresses where they pressed against her nylon sheath. Her face was angular, almost severe in appearance, but her eyes helped soften the almost fierce cast of her features with their calm blue innocence.
The two pony-girls stared at each other for a long moment, and then Mina completely took in her surroundings for the first time.
The stall they were sharing looked like all the others. Locked to the wall was a small trough of water and another containing nutrient pellets, and that was all. She had already seen the hay strewing the floor and the hooks holding their crotch straps. The two-panelled door was shut from the outside, as was the interior exit to the corridor.
Rather than attempting to communicate around their bits, they stared silently into each other’s eyes. Then the other pony smiled, leaning towards Mina so they could nudge noses in greeting, and she steered into a new position with a series of snorting prompts.
Complying mainly out of curiosity, Mina fell back across the hay with her legs spread and raised. She assumed her companion was going to try and pleasure her, a favour she was eager to receive and more than willing to reciprocate. But then the girl started dragging her reins beneath Mina’s left side, and the pull of the leather straps against her shins made her lift them so it slipped between her legs. The girl then shuffled aside and pulled up, causing the straps to fall against Mina’s crotch and cleavage with a soft slap. With a gasp of astonishment, she squirmed against the hay as the pony-girl began rocking her head back and forth and pulling at the reins so the leather rode against Mina’s sex. The taut strip caressed her clit, slithering between her sex lips and quickly becoming moist as she groaned softly, sinking her teeth into her bit as she shuddered with pleasure. The reins rode up over her chest and between her breasts to emerge at her collar, from which they stretched to the other pony.
Melting with rapture, Mina pushed against the girl until she was squatting against the wall, her legs spread as she balanced her haunches on her hooves. Still playing the reins against Mina, she emitted soft mews of delight as Mina stretched her tongue over the bit and began lapping her exposed sex. She shivered against the wall, her operation of the strap momentarily lapsing as she relished Mina’s oral attention. And as the pleasure between them mounted, they settled into a fervent rhythm of leather and flesh slapping against moist pudendas.
Mina could not have been happier with her lot as a pony-girl. She had the discipline and control she craved, the bondage, the attention, and now she had a comrade, a secret partner to share her existence with, the two of them able to revel in their degradation and conduct an illicit affair as they did so.
The straw scratched and tickled her breasts as she thrust her tongue determinedly through her bit to lick the other pony-girl’s pussy as she in turn worked the strap faster and harder, drawing Mina towards orgasm. She flitted her tongue with gusto, fawning upon the juicing loins before the crotch straps once more sealed them away from each other. The sense of iniquity and misbehaviour was a strong and potent aphrodisiac, forcing them to keep utterly quiet lest they reveal their crime. The feeling of danger spiced the exchange, making it all the sweeter for both of them.
The detailed attention of her tongue proved a swifter encouragement than the caressing strap. The nameless pony-girl’s body shook as she was beset by a powerful orgasm, soft croaks of rhapsody escaping her bit in response to Mina’s energetic cunnilingus. Once she could take no more pleasure she pulled aside, closing her legs tightly while remaining on her knees, recovering from Mina’s devastating devotions. Then hauling the strap up, she made Mina sob and bury her face in the straw, her thoughts drifting as her fingers pawed at the fabric entombing them as a climax exploded between her legs and made her fight to keep mute as every cell in her body begged to be allowed to scream her pleasure to heaven.
The pony responsible for her ecstasy continued her ministrations fervently, delighted to see Mina dancing upon her reins, groaning softly, the rocking tethers stealing her strength with joy and making her sag across the floor.
Removing the reins, the pony-girl nestled closer to Mina, brushing their breasts together and teasing each other’s nipples. Mina was delighted by the improvised play, which bypassed the use of their bound hands, and realised she would need to work in ways she would never have considered before. Not being able to use their fingers was forcing them to become more imaginative in their passion for each other, forcing them to come up with unique ways to find sensual fulfilment before the day’s training began.
Their lips touched, brushing against each other’s around the bits in a delectable kiss whose pleasure was perversely augmented by the bondage hampering it. They were fighting the will of their owners and the restraints that transformed them into ponies and garnering a little pleasure for themselves, giving in to the animal lust that seemed so totally appropriate for them. The girl shuffled down as Mina rolled onto her back, and plunged the tip of her tongue into Mina’s pussy, devoting herself to paying back her companion’s skilled cunnilingus with the same fervent currency.
Mina’s back arched and she whimpered softly with pleasure, lifting her booted leg between the girl’s raised buttocks. Using her shin, she rubbed the pony-girl’s polished hide as she rode her, treating Mina to another long session of intense delight. It was not long before soul-churning spires of pure bliss carried her away, shaking and snorting in an effort not to shriek with joy, her teeth chewing upon the bit as she weathered a second climax.
Panting, Mina sat up and pushed the girl back, urging her to her feet by nudging her breasts with her bit. Then she stood up and pinned the girl against the wall as she adored her sharp nipples as best she could, the tip of her tongue doing most of the work. She raised her leg, pressing her thigh into place against the girl’s crotch.
The pony-girl strained upwards as she gasped with rapture, rocking her hips so her sex shifted along the smooth field of Mina’s thigh. Her hooves scratched into the hay as her neck tensed with stress and she moaned softly, biting down on her cries as Mina dragged her helplessly through another climax teasing her nipples the whole time.
Afterwards, she rested her head on Mina’s shoulder, nuzzling up to her, her warm breath spilling across Mina’s skin.
Mina supported her for a moment and then eased back, letting them both sink slowly down into the hay. Relaxing, their minds at peace, they fell asleep again awaiting the return of their respective owners.
When their stall opened, the pony-girls found a nurse standing before them. She was an Asian woman who looked to be somewhere in her mid or early thirties. She was wearing subtly applied make-up, and her jet-black hair was pulled back into a stern bun pierced by two spires of dark lacquered wood. She wore a plain white nurse’s uniform, the bleached white material protected by a latex apron. Her limbs were also encased in latex beneath the short sleeves and skirt, rising above the plunging cleavage of the dress, sheathing her entire body in tight and shiny rubber. The unnatural cocoon flowed into gloves and knee-high patent leather boots, the seam between the two fabrics almost imperceptible.
Stepping forward on wicked heels, the nurse looked them over with a surgical intensity, apparently seeking signs of physical distress in the two human fillies.
‘Up we get,’ the woman stated brusquely, her accent thick. ‘Now, let’s have a look at you both,’ she muttered to herself once both pony-girls had risen to attention before her. She looked them over closely, examining their welts.
‘Humph, naughty ponies,’ she remarked, detecting the gynaecological signs that gave away their wild sensual exchange in the stall. ‘Okay, you’re both fine,’ she concluded. ‘Time for your morning cleansing.’ She stepped back and kicked some of the hay away from a hidden trapdoor. Grasping the latch, she lifted the small metal sheet and fished inside the interior.
Mina craned her head forward to try and get a better look, wondering what the woman meant, for she had already been comprehensively cleaned the night before. She sincerely hoped the procedure would not be repeated twice a day.
A funnel of moulded black plastic appeared in the nurse’s hand, the slightly oval object fitted with a thick articulated metal hose at its smallest end, while several straps hung from the padded and flared lip. Mina’s companion stepped forward, apparently well versed in the morning’s routine ablutions. Bending at the waist as far as her corset would permit she offered her hindquarters to the nurse.
The woman promptly pressed the crotch-spanning funnel against the pony-girl’s bottom and belly, using her fingers to pull her buttocks apart even more, thereby ensuring that the padded rim was airtight against the girl’s anus. The attached straps were then wrapped around her upper thighs and her waist, fixing the funnel firmly to her so she could not dislodge it. The pony-girl then straightened up, scowling slightly as the hose was pushed forward and delved into her anus.
‘Now it’s your turn,’ the nurse informed Mina, removing another funnel from the storage compartment hidden in the floor and stepping before her. Obediently mimicking the other pony-girl’s actions, Mina turned around and offered her bottom to the woman’s attentions. The funnel was pushed against her, the yielding rim clinging to her flesh and creating a hermetic seal as the straps were set in place to ensure the device’s integrity. There was a push to the hose, and her sphincter was breached, the cable feeding into her insides a short way before stopping. Squeezing her muscles to it, Mina found she could not shift the intruder, which left her completely helpless to the forthcoming douche.
The nurse moved back to the pit and turned on two hidden faucets, making the hoses shudder and gurgle as water began flowing through them. She then straightened up and leaned idly against the wall, watching the two pony-girls as they shivered around the swelling force spreading through their innards. Mina grimaced even as the other girl smiled, taking pleasure in the feeling of being flushed out for the day, and taking the opportunity to urinate. Unsure whether she would have another chance, Mina dropped her barriers and allowed herself to be fully purged of all waste.
The nurse turned away, apparently satisfied that her charges were secure and the automated system would attend to them in full.
Left alone in the stall, the pony-girls tolerated the enemas sloshing around inside them, the hose increasing the force of the jet before retracting of its own accord, slipping out of their anuses as the funnel suddenly fired sharp streams of water at them. Both fillies jumped and wriggled against their bonds as the tickling spray pounded their rears and their sex, washing away all leakage. Mina sagged against the wall with her eyes tightly closed as she ground her teeth against the bit, sobbing with pleasure. She pressed her legs tightly together, her thighs clamped to the funnel as she struggled to endure the unbearable teasing influence of the intimate sprays as they pummelled her loins and clitoris. Despite her recent orgasms, she was being worked back towards yet another climax, her body unable to resist such a concentrated method of stimulation, the enema having once more roused her profound sexual appetite. And she was not alone in how she felt, for the other girl was shaking with ecstasy too, her eyes closed as she braced herself against the wall, lost to animal passions and instinct.
Finally the funnel finished its work, leaving Mina and her companion panting for breath as they slowly recovered from the strange ordeal. The nurse appeared a short time later to remove the straps and funnels and set them back in the storage compartment beneath the trapdoor, which she closed until the next morning. Then taking up their crotch-pieces, she buckled the fronts to the two pony-girls and steered the attached dildos back into them, their wet orifices allowing the soft shafts to plunge in effortlessly as the ribbed surfaces made them jolt and quiver.
The nurse bowed in respectful acknowledgement suddenly and retreated as Tethys and Oceanus strode into the stall, dressed as the day before in seductively modified riding attire.
‘And how are our little beasts this morning?’ Tethys asked brightly, twirling a short crop in one hand.
‘We’ve got a somewhat gruelling day in store for both of you,’ Oceanus decreed, running the leather hoop of his own weapon across Mina’s nylon-coated assets, ‘but you’ll benefit in the long run.’
‘Today will be devoted to physical training to help get you fully into shape so you can be the best fillies ever,’ Tethys elaborated. ‘It will also help break you into your new existence.’ She removed Mina’s reins from the wall as Oceanus grabbed her companion’s, and together the two pony-girls were led from the stall and down the corridor.
Another door opened, and they stepped into a rectangular hall, the long sides of the room lined with treadmills. The exercise machines had been fitted with the necessary additions to ensure that those destined to use them did not slacken their pace or jump off, the various restraints and harnesses fixed into place and immobile. They resembled individual cells more than treadmills, for instead of the usual guardrail, the front and sides rose to the ceiling, the polished steel panels affixed with a single weak light to illuminate the interior, accessed by an open door at the back.
‘First let’s get our little Mina in place, and then sweet Trisha,’ Tethys said, leaving Oceanus to knot the other girl’s reins upon the neighbouring machine so he might follow and assist her.
Mina was brought over to one of the machines and delivered onto the thick rubber belt, her reins removed and cast away first. A small aperture in the ceiling allowed a harness to descend on some dense cables, the formation of straps falling across her chest and tightening to a snug fit, the cables fixed to the shoulder straps. Another cable was then lifted from the wall before her, the metal weave bearing spiralling coils of insulated wire. The cable clipped to the front of her collar, and the wires were brought down to reveal a small black tube with four hooked metal arms. The clamps were attached to her nipples and pulled back. Their grip was relatively weak compared to the other forms of nipple clamps she had endured, and she guessed they were more of a conduit than the actual source of the distress themselves. These token additions to her body completed, the door to the chamber was closed, leaving her standing alone in the dim light of the tall and narrow space.
Listening to the faint sounds of Trisha being similarly confined, Mina was glad she at least now knew her peer’s name. Then suddenly the floor broke into movement, passing slowly under her hooves and dragging her back towards the door. Stepping forward she gave a yelp of distress as the cable to her collar snapped taut, instantly pumping biting shocks down the wires and through the clamps. The voltage chewed upon her nipples, the sensation intense and distressing, making her yelp with surprise and break into a swift trot. And no sooner had the cable gone limp between her collar and the wall than the electrical attack stopped.
Mina continued walking briskly upon the belt. Looking up, she lowered her body a little, placing some tension on the overhead cable. Again her teats suffered the charged retribution of the sensors, demanding that she stand erect and remain in her place. The small nips were a spiteful and effective discipline, but they were also intriguingly pleasurable.
Locked in this small cell, she was being forcibly coerced to do as she was told, and the level of mindless automated control her owners had placed upon her filled her submissive soul with a warm and comfortable glow.
The day wore on as the belt slowly and steadily increased its pace, accelerating and forcing Mina into a swift trot, and then a steady run. Her muscles were still raw from the previous day’s workout, and numerous times she was shocked into making more of an effort to keep up. Yet it felt good to exercise, to run and feel her body coursing with strength and health, her heart pumping against her leather-squeezed ribs, her lungs burning.
At regular intervals the belt slowed to a lethargic walking pace, keeping her moving slightly so her muscles would not seize up during the small breaks permitted her. Sucking in deep breaths, she steadied her pulse and with a sly smile allowed herself to drift back and enjoy the shock to her nipples. Groaning softly upon her bit, she endured a few more electrical nips before picking up her pace to stop once she had her fill of the excruciating sensation. And yet almost immediately she longed to subject herself to it again, which made her wonder if this was also part of her training. She wondered if her masochistic streak was being fed and nurtured even as her body was strengthened and her physique refined.
Staring blankly at the misty, distorted reflection of herself in the polished metal wall before her, she wondered how Trisha was faring. The other girl was clearly a more experienced pony than she.
Trotting along, Mina closed her eyes and fantasised about being ravaged by fatigue as she let her legs trail to once more experience the painful shocks to her nipples. She imagined them stripping her feet from under her and leaving her dangling, her hooves dragging against the belt as the shocks grew more and more potent, demanding that she resume her run. Quivering and gasping, she pictured herself hanging there for a few seconds before the intensity of the heat in her breasts eclipsed her ability to find pleasure in it. Gaining her feet in her mind’s eye, she commenced the required gait and eased the strain on her form, smiling to herself, for in reality her body was more than fit enough to meet the parameters the machine required.
Untold hours passed as her body grew slick with perspiration and her idle mind fished back through her memories, hooking onto scenes and reeling them in to re-experience. She drifted back through her times with Atlas and with Jupiter, with Charybdis and the Pleiades, dwelling on them with fond enthusiasm. Even the impossible bondage during her time as an eel was a favoured trinket to mull over in her mind now. She had hated it, but recalling her utterly helpless stint in the dark waters was more exciting than the tedious period of confinement and exercise she was being subjected to now.
Her body weary and aching, Mina at last heard the door behind her open, and light flooded her monotonous cell. Tethys’s voice asked, ‘Has our pony had a good run?’
‘I think she’s done better than poor little Trisha,’ Oceanus replied. ‘Our Mina has a far more demanding temperament.’
The belt slowed to a halt and she felt hands removing the bonds securing her to her fate.
‘I think they’ll both sleep well tonight,’ Tethys remarked, clipping Mina’s reins back on and leading her out of the sadistic treadmill. Standing still, but slightly wobbly from the lengthy period of physical exertion, Mina watched as the couple entered the neighbouring cell and released Trisha.
‘It’s okay, little Trisha, it’s all over for today,’ Oceanus murmured soothingly, stroking her ponytail as she emerged. ‘You did well to last as long as you did.’
Trisha was sobbing quietly and breathlessly, clearly overjoyed to be free of her torment, her gratitude to those who had released her knowing no bounds despite the fact that it was they who had instigated her bondage. She had obviously suffered considerably more than Mina. She may have been a more experienced pony, but the training programme required of her was beyond her current physical prowess. She had been shocked into exertion time and time again by the clamps affixed to her nipples, and her mind and body appeared to have been left dazed by the rigorous trial.
‘Come on, girls, we’ll get you cleaned up and fed and then you can have a nice long sleep,’ Tethys promised. ‘Then tomorrow we do this again.’
Trisha sagged and wept more loudly.
‘I don’t think Trisha is too happy about that,’ Oceanus commented lightly.
‘She’ll be okay,’ Tethys pronounced, tugging the girl’s reins as she started to lag behind. ‘Once she starts becoming more fit, it’ll be easier on her.’
‘You’d think a girl who’s been a pony for so long would be accustomed to the odd marathon run,’ Oceanus remarked more sternly.
‘Perhaps we should lower the demands of her programme?’ Tethys suggested.
‘That will not help get her into shape,’ Oceanus disagreed, drawing Mina towards the door.
‘You think we should increase them?’ his wife asked, and the query made Trisha visibly tremble with dread.
‘No, just increase the intensity of the shocks for them both. It’s only fair they follow the same schedule.’
With stiff movements, Trisha was led out of the exercise barn with Mina trotting beside her. Mina felt pity for her, but also envy, as she would have liked to be pushed beyond her physical endurance; to be hauled out onto complete exhaustion and shocked repeatedly. But Mina knew that when she was under duress, when the impossible was demanded of her, she always managed to push her body past its limits and succeed magnificently in whatever she was doing. In her old line of work winning had meant surviving, and the dire consequences of defeat in her old vocation had branded her psyche with the need to succeed in everything she did.
Led down the corridor, the two pony-girls were once more delivered to the shower room. Mina was the first to be attended, leaving Trisha sagging against the wall, half-unconscious. The rods were sheathed in her tracts and the waters flushed her clean as the overhead nozzle poured a warm soothing flood across her sweat-soaked form.
Trisha was cleaned next and drawn from the room, and then they were both placed in their communal stall. Their reins were locked into place on the walls and their crotch-pieces removed. The second their owners retreated and shut the doors behind them, the two ponies placed their faces cheek-to-cheek and blinker-to-blinker to drink greedily from the water trough before filling their bellies with the soft bland nutrient pellets filling the adjoining basin.
Collapsing across the hay, the two pony-girls were asleep in seconds, Mina curling up to help cradle Trisha’s tortured form.
For the next week the two pony-girls were served up to the fate of being run until they were utterly exhausted. Mina’s body quickly adapted to the routine, her toned muscles making the constant exercise not only easier on her, but enjoyable too. Trisha, however, was constantly kept in a state of turmoil as her body sought to keep up with the increasing demands of her training, but never quiet succeeded in pushing itself far enough to catch up with Mina.
Every evening they collapsed in their stall, soaked from their shower and drained of all vitality by the day’s run. They used the last shreds of energy they possessed to feed themselves and to drink heartily from the water trough before falling asleep in the hay. A night of deep and dreamless sleep always ended with the arrival of the nurse, and robbed them of any chance to exploit the short period during which they had enough energy to try and assuage their increasing sexual frustration. Even the morning douche failed to satisfy them, their bodies too weary to rise to the exquisite demands of an orgasm, too slow to respond to the teasing jets.
After seven days of severe and seemingly endless toil, after the nurse had finished cleaning them and left the stall, Mina was surprised when the main doors were unlatched and opened to reveal the stable’s main pens, a marked deviation from the relentless training routine.
Tethys and Oceanus stood out in the early morning sunlight, the soft light catching their polished cat-suits, the shimmering rubber cocoons flowing into matching boots and gloves.
‘Good morning, pony-girls,’ Tethys called out to them, smiling. ‘I trust you slept well?’ She leaned against the doorway, her curvaceous form straining against the tight confines of the suit and inspiring the appetite of her two equine slaves.
Cursing her crotch band, Mina’s eyes locked on the fetish-clad forms of her owners, her loins aflame with longing after a week spent fantasising and recalling all her previous ordeals and experiences.
‘We have a treat for you today,’ Oceanus announced, slipping an arm around his wife’s waist.
‘Seeing as you’ve both run so well all week long and shown definite improvement, I think you deserve this reward,’ Tethys stated, and turning her head kissed her husband’s cheek fondly as his hand wandered up and cupped one of her breasts. She in turn assessed him through his latex suit, following the hard outlines of his body with admiring eyes and rubbing herself against him, aroused by the scene and eager to play.
‘For the whole day you are free to run around the island as you wish,’ Oceanus revealed the surprise. ‘You’re wild ponies for a while, so enjoy it.’
‘But make sure you get back here by nightfall,’ Tethys warned, making it clear that she would not tolerate tardiness in their return.
‘Okay, off you go,’ Oceanus snapped, unclipping their reins and slapping their bottoms as they tottered out onto the soft dirt. Then breaking into a sprint, they dashed through the weave of pens, almost literally skipping with jubilation.
Giggling, Mina led the way and Trisha followed close behind as they ran out into the field and headed for the trees. With a wild leap, Mina launched herself into the foliage, the leaves brushing across her suit as she wove between the trunks and crashed through the lush vegetation, her hooves crunching over fallen twigs as she ran, relishing her token freedom. The undergrowth sought to snag her, but her powerful strides sloughed it off, her nylon and leather-clad limbs immune to nature’s scratching fingers. Rays of golden light poured down through the canopy of leaves, creating streaming cascades of warm radiance that washed over the happily prancing human ponies. Pausing, Mina turned to watch Trisha catching up with her. She was running more carefully, and she did not possess the same level of stamina.
Mina drunk deep of the jungle warmth and scents, drawing a deep breath to let the lush smells course through her lungs. She felt like a true animal, wild and free.
Trisha stepped beside her and looked Mina up and down lustfully, her mouth watering against her bit as she moved closer, trembling with excitement. Catching her breath, Mina approached her in turn, and let her breasts graze the other girl’s through the sheer body stockings. With a sigh of rapture, Trisha brushed her lips against those of her partner in slavery.
Spinning away playfully, Mina dashed recklessly into the woods, the joy of being able to run free and head wherever she wished intoxicating her. Skidding to a halt, she adopted a petulant pose and wiggled her tail in Trisha’s direction, teasing her before starting to run again, encouraging her to give chase and follow her lead.
Together the two pony-girls scampered through the forest, weaving through the maze of trees, their hooves pounding the ground, their bodies honed for speed by a week of relentless exercise. Now they were free to exploit their strengthened physiques however they saw fit, the act of running no longer a punishing chore because they were dashing madly through the wilderness not trapped in a machine, which made physical exertion a delightful blessing, recreation rather than torture.
Mina vaulted over a fallen trunk, her body soaring and then landing in a tense crouch, her supple form doubling over with an animal’s protective instincts as she found herself exposed in the heart of a small clearing. The ceiling of interlaced leaves gave way above, letting her drink in a dazzling view of clear blue sky.
Trisha jumped into the clearing and sashayed forward, and Mina spread herself across the grass as the girl padded softly over and knelt down beside her. She leaned over and grazed Mina’s nipples, brushing them with the tip of her tongue through her bit and making her sigh and gasp with pleasure.
Bending one of her legs, she ran the top of her boot against Trisha’s loins, rubbing the crotch strap to move her dildos. The girl stiffened and her tongue grew livelier against Mina’s stiff peaks before moving up over her nylon-encased mounds, placing kisses over her breasts as she sought her mouth. The two pony-girls let their lips touch, and kissed as best they could through the impediment of their bits, the implements feeling as much a part of them now as their own tongues.
Lying beside each other resting on their sides, they continued their passionate, hampered exchange, their bound hands reaching out to paw at each other’s crotch bands. They lacked the manual dexterity to pluck open the buckles, but they could still slip the point of their gloves beneath the tight strap and pull at it, creating the most subtle of rocking motions, which caused the ridged shafts inside them to rub back and forth and in and out to a minor degree. Their plugged tracts increasingly damp with lust, they kissed wildly, the slow and painstaking process of gaining satisfaction making them wriggle and sob with frustrated pleasure. They lay in the sun manipulating each other’s belts, helping each other towards the heady peaks of bliss they so badly craved. Mina was burning with need from her week of diligent fantasising while exercising, while Trisha undoubtedly needed an orgasm to help her forget the pain of her enforced training.
Mina tossed her head back, her cheek slipping against the tickling blades of grass as she howled through her bit, her mouth open as she screwed her eyes shut and shouted with pleasure. Her vaginal muscles contracting around the jelly dildo penetrating her, she was hauled slowly through her orgasm. She was desperate to make it quicker and more intense, but the straps were misers and allowed only a gradual savouring of bliss. Weakened by the drawn out ecstasy, she continued operating Trisha’s belt as best she could, and moments later the girl was shrieking wildly into the forest air, her rapture echoing between the trees as she was finally granted orgasmic relief.
The two pony-girls remained huddled together, kissing each other, running their tongues over leather and nylon and exposed flesh, dedicated to the sensual banquet of exploring one another in the cosy afterglow of climax.
With a strain Mina lifted herself up, raising her arms over her head and arching her back as best she could in the confining corset in a luxurious stretch. Then she looked around and listened in an effort to determine what direction lay closest to the ocean, for she was on a small island and would come upon it soon enough no matter which way she went.
Trisha regained her feet and looked to Mina for guidance, clearly willing to follow her anywhere.
On a whim Mina began jogging to her right, out of the clearing and back into the jungle. The cool shade of the trees enveloped them, an occasional stray ray of sunshine winking across their polished figures.
A short run brought them closer and closer to the thunderous sound of waves breaking on a beach, and finally the pair of ponies stepped off dirt and grass onto soft sand. The particular area of beach onto which they emerged was fairly deserted, a few rocks facing out to sea carved in the form of mermaids imprisoning slaves who watched the horizon but never saw freedom until Poseidon decreed it.
Padding across the sand, their hooves sinking silently into the yielding surface, the pony-girls slowly approached the rolling waves. Then Mina chuckled and broke into a run, dashing along the water’s edge and splashing through the crashing and ebbing waves. Pearls of salty water lashed her as she trotted at the edge of the sea, sometimes forced to lift her legs high even as her watertight boots kept her dry.
Trisha did not wade in as far as Mina, opting instead to run on the firmer sand left behind by the waves as they flowed back out in the ocean, her hoof marks creating two wavering lines behind her.
Then just as abruptly as she’d headed for the ocean, Mina ran back towards the trees, and merged again with the deep shade of the wilderness where she looked around wondering how she could amuse herself next. Spying a broken branch, she walked over to it and lifted her foot. Running her hoof along the stem, she trimmed off a few dead sprouts and crouched down to examine it more closely.
Trisha trotted over and watched Mina with bewilderment, as placing the branch between her thighs, she threaded it beneath her crotch strap. With the leather band locked over the wood, she started pulling her body forward and back, riding against it. The anchor to her crotch strap proved to be an admirable device, allowing her to haul the plugs further out of her passages, almost bringing them to the point of full departure from her. Then she relaxed and let the elasticity of the straining belt shove them back in, filling her with pleasure. She groaned, the exquisite feeling of penetration filling her belly and sphincter with flashes of rapturous heat. She gasped around her bit as she rode the branch, wildly thrusting the plugs in and out of her pussy and her bottom with increasing speed while praying the branch would not snap until she climaxed.
Trisha stepped in front of her, kissing Mina all over as she pounded her sex and her buttocks with the trespassers. Kisses across her breasts were a delectable treat combined with the thrusts of her intimate companions, and her legs shook as she cried out onto the warm tropical air, beset by a shockingly intense orgasm.
Climbing down from the plateau of bliss, she unfastened herself from the branch and arched her back as the strap shoved the rods back into her, her hypersensitive membranes lighting up with fresh waves of feeling as they plunged. Staggering, she tried to regain her composure, but overwhelmed by the full presence of the dildos she collapsed across the grass, her hooves kicking the ground as she rode the intense experience.
Unable to resist what she had seen, Trisha threaded her crotch strap onto the branch and began rocking back and forth towards her own satisfaction. It took Mina some time to recover from the event, and by the time she was able to lift herself up, Trisha was squealing and bucking like a wild beast. The girl was barely able to keep going against the fierceness of her pleasure, fighting to push her body onward until she had exhausted the full supply of ecstasy the experience could provide. Then her wail resounded through the forest as she came free of the branch and the plugs jammed themselves back into place deep inside her, felling her with sensation and leaving her twitching spasmodically on the ground beside Mina.
Looking up, Mina found that the day had darkened somewhat, a sheet of clouds having emerged from the horizon and drifted across the sky to blot out the sun. The atmosphere was pregnant with rain, holding onto vast bellyfuls that could drop at any moment. She indicated the ominous sight to Trisha once the other girl had recovered from her elaborate masturbation, and together they began walking slowly back towards the beach. The moment they stepped out from beneath the shelter of the trees, the heavens opened with a torrential assault, throwing down heavy droplets that slapped against them and punched small craters in the sand.
Standing perfectly still, Mina threw her head back and drank in the feel of the cool deluge lashing her, pummelling her bound body, drumming on her skin-tight uniform. Her hair was a slick tail down her back, the water crept beneath her attire, and her nylon cat-suit stuck to her body shimmering like plastic from the moisture linking and filling very tiny hole of its weave.
After permitting herself a prolonged communion with the elemental forces of nature, Mina turned to Trisha and looked her up and down. Soaked through and streaming with water, her ponytail flat against her back, her black-clad body reflecting light like a dark mirror, she was an even more tantalising vision than before.
With a nod of her head Mina indicated the cliffs of the mountain peak towering at the centre of the island, and began walking towards them, hoping to find shelter amidst the monumental spire of stone. There had to be caves there; such a rocky façade would have been honeycombed with caves either by volcanic activity or the endless assault of the eroding sea.
Walking the path of sand between the ocean and the piercing pinnacle of stone, Mina soon spied an aperture and headed for it, eager to be out of the rain. Wandering into the shadows of the rock, Mina was surprised to see light emanating from deep within the craggy passage. Meandering between the boulders, they emerged into a large cavern, where they discovered the smouldering remains of a fire and several blankets spread out across the soft sand, the imprint of people’s bodies still upon them.
The fire would have poured smoke through an angled blowhole forged by the waves, which provided a natural chimney while keeping the interior of the sea cave warm and dry by protecting it from wind and rain alike. The pile of logs had burnt down almost to ashes, but extra fuel was piled nearby, apparently left behind by the noble or nobles who had entered this place to play.
Mina sat down beside the dying fire and used her hooves to clamp hold of a log. She lifted it up in a scissor grip and placed it carefully on the fading embers. She added another log, and then another, and was gratified as the weakening flames began feasting on the fresh wood, curling around it and hungrily devouring the new sustenance, their flames dancing strongly up into the air again.
Warmth spread out from the fire, caressing their tightly bound forms, and Trisha, shivering with cold, moved closer, spreading herself out on her side and cuddling up on the blanket. Mina spooned up behind her, helping to warm the cold pony-girl, and the two of them huddled close, their bodies releasing faint trails of steam as they dried. They lay together watching the flames lick and spit, the soothing crackle of the logs echoing through the cave. Mesmerised by the sight of the flames, they found solace and comfort lying by the fire pressed together, their helplessly bound forms as one.
Content and lazy, they dozed off, relishing this meagre time together and enjoying it to the full. But they knew they had to return to the stables, and as the fire once more began dying, they lifted themselves up and wandered back towards the mouth of the cave. The rain was still coming down hard outside, descending as an obscuring sheet, rendering the world a variety of grey shadows and erasing the horizon. The tide was beginning to come in, creeping up the slender beach, giving them only a little time before their way out of the sea cave was cut off. Mina was tempted to deliberately become stuck in there, which would give her and Trisha more lovely time together. People would search for them and find them, but their disobedience would be exonerated by the tide. She did not wish to upset her owners, however, for she loved them passionately, and for that reason, not out of fear, she obeyed them now, as always. Although it was tempting to gain punishment for the crime of tardiness, she was more eager to have them be proud of her obedience and loyalty.
Turning to Trisha, Mina smiled warmly and kissed the girl before she walked out into the rain. The water rolled over their forms once more, banishing the cosy warmth the fire had ignited in their flesh. Moving onto the sodden sand with Trisha close behind her, Mina headed back towards the trees and entered the forest, walking in a straight line hoping to come across the main house while the canopy of leaves provided a little more protection from the deluge. The pitter-patter of droplets overhead was almost deafening in its intensity as streams of water wound down the trunks and through breaks in the ceiling of leaves and branches.
The open field around Poseidon’s mansion finally came into view between the trees, and together the two pony-girls stepped out onto the well tended grass, walking slowly and calmly back to the stables through the storm’s onslaught. They found their stall open and waiting, and a single maid manning the door in expectation of their return. The girl was young, perhaps in her late teens, her long red hair tied into a plait that hung down to her chastity belt. She was short and slender, her eyes dark and full of a passion that reminded Mina of the smouldering fire she had helped stoke back to life.
‘Welcome back,’ she said with a slight English accent, giving them a smile as she let them into their stall and applied their reins. She clipped them back to their rings and locked them to the wall, making Mina sigh with anticipation as rain played a soft drum roll across the roof of her new home.
‘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.