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 reache
d 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 h
er 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.
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