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 rimmi
ng 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.
Chapter 8
Dropping them neatly back into the normal routine to which they had become accustomed, the nurse entered Mina and Trisha’s stall in the morning and began the daily process of cleansing them internally. The two ponies complied with her wishes actually enjoying the process as the woman strapped them to the hoses, penetrating and bestowing upon them both a debilitating orgasm with the powerful jets issuing from the hoses into both their orifices.
There was something innately gratifying about being treated in such a way, of being effectively stripped of sentience and importance and their every action regulated and controlled. They had freedom to rebel and buck and fight as did any domesticated beast, and even though they knew they would be punished for it, the option was there and always tantalising their masochistic need for discipline.
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