‘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.’
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��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 he
r 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.
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