‘You’re such a wicked slave owner, Poseidon,’ remarked Oceanus, chuckling.
‘It’s for their own good, really,’ added the ruler of the island with a grin. ‘They’re both very submissive, I’m just throwing them in the deep end, that’s all.’
Mina watched tears roll down the cheeks of the women, both of them clearly knowing it would be true, that they would indeed come to enjoy their lot, but only after hardship and grief, dreading the time of adjustment.
‘Mmmm, a wise decision,’ commented Tethys.
‘So how is the little filly I rescued for you?’ he asked, indicating Mina as she stood to attention, suddenly turning her eyes to him as she realised she’d been noticed. ‘That’s her, isn’t it?’
‘She’s been fine, exceeding every expectation... as usual,’ answered Tethys.
‘I saw her the other day, running wild and free with her partner there,’ said Poseidon with an ominous purr in his voice, his eyes rolling over Mina’s form as he revealed that he had spied her on their recreational excursion. ‘And quite a sight it was...’
‘Why the sudden interest, Poseidon?’ quizzed Tethys, seeing where he was going with his line of conversation, that he wasn’t just exercising some novice steeds, but after something concerning Mina.
‘I’ve a favour to ask... a somewhat big one,’ he began, his words considered, placed delicately, tact being of prime importance in his mind.
‘We are in debt to you already for rescuing her, what do you wish of us?’ replied Oceanus, careful not to rashly promise anything.
‘As you know, I’m trying to organise my Pegasus project for the party. Hephaestus has forged the outfit, and it works fine, but I’m having extreme problems finding someone who can fill it,’ he explained, his tones even, hiding his exasperation.
‘No one?’ said Oceanus. ‘I thought you had been preparing possible candidates for months.’
‘Indeed, but they’re not shaping up, they just can’t handle the demands of the costume. If half of what they whisper about Mina is true, she could well prove to be the salvation of my dignity.’
‘How so?’
‘Word has spread about the unveiling,’ he revealed. ‘Admittedly some of this is due to me circulating hesitant rumours to build interest, and its going to backfire terribly if I don’t come through with it.’
‘I see,’ said Tethys.
‘I don’t follow, you never made any definite proclamations,’ interjected Oceanus, puzzled by Poseidon’s concerns.
‘People will be flocking here to see this event, and if he doesn’t provide it his standing could be gravely affected,’ explained Tethys. ‘I mean, all those weeks of decompression to come to a party just to see this Pegasus, and it’s not here? No one will give credence to Poseidon’s accomplishments again for years.’
‘Precisely, so I’m in considerable jeopardy and I’d love to try Mina for the Pegasus project, if I may,’ stated Poseidon. ‘I’ll return her straight after, I swear.’
‘Hmmm, what do you think, dearest?’ asked Oceanus.
‘We’ll consider it on the way home and let you know there, if that’s okay,’ replied Tethys.
‘That’d be fine, I wouldn’t want to harass you into a decision before you’d thought it through,’ replied Poseidon, offering them every courtesy and refusing to tug at the favour they owed him, even though lending them Mina would not only erase it, but place the Titan deeply in their debt.
‘In that case, we’ll see you back at the stable courtyard,’ announced Tethys. ‘Driver,’ she added, causing the maid to snap the reins and apply her whip to Mina and Trisha, hauling aside to turn them onto the side of the road and around Poseidon’s vehicle. A series of sharp applications of the scourge brought them to a trot, where the clatter of their hooves hid the softly muttered conversation as her owners deliberated Mina’s fate.
Could she handle the rigours of the proposal? It was a tantalising notion, that someone had basically laid down a gauntlet, challenging her to be able to master the straits of the costume. She could prove herself better than any other slave and earn the right to announce such to all as she soared forth over a party that would comprise the assembled powers of the global conspiracy of perversity that was Cabal.
Chapter 11
‘We agree,’ said Oceanus, handing Mina’s reins to Poseidon.
‘Only until the party is over, then we will of course want her back,’ added Tethys, ensuring that there was no misunderstanding between them.
‘Of course, of course, thank you, I will let you know how her progress goes,’ beamed the man, pulling on the reins and bringing Mina in his wake. Blinkered as she was, she was unable to even look to her owners or Trisha as she was led down the grassy path between stable and main building. Her angst was a small distraction, for she knew she would be handed back after the party, so she was not going to be lost from her owners forever, just a short break to try something new and spectacular. Plus, it would make them even more envied once people realised that it was their slave who had provided Poseidon with the raw material necessary for his prototype’s test flight.
The man led her to the large set of double doors providing entry into the main complex. The interior was climate controlled, the sudden change bringing riots of goose flesh across her form, causing Mina to quiver as the air-conditioned breeze stripped the tropical heat and the fires of her run from her body.
She found herself in a large entrance hall, the architecture formed of an older style, capturing the opulent extravagance of old English mansions. The white stone walls were inlaid with emerging pillars, the baroque floral designs that were carved into them marked with intertwined naked forms, following Poseidon’s interest in iniquitous vice.
A set of wooden double doors stood on either side, with another directly before her. Two majestic staircases rolled up the sides of the hall and curled round on a steady curve to create a balcony, the stone banister smooth and supported by squat columns shaped like curled naked females, their faces blank as though hidden by hoods.
A corridor ran beyond the wall atop the balcony, a row of four vaulted openings allowing passage through, each one incorporating Poseidon’s symbol in the carved stone crest above them.
From the lip of the balcony hung draped banners that repeated the motif, gathering the impression that this could be the home of some military leader who brandished the symbol of his might everywhere he could, instead of portraits or works of art.
Her hooves clattered upon the marble flagstones and then were silenced as they moved onto the elaborately patterned rug covering much of the floor. Escorted beneath the right stairwell, a plain metal door was presented to her, the surface like a faded mirror, reflecting a hazy image of her in the pony costume to which she had become so used. The image of her in black leather and white skin, bound and controlled, seemed almost detached from her true self, the outlandish nature of her appearance catching her by surprise. It was still a shock because she so rarely saw it; she had enough trouble seeing what was around her, let alone her own reflection.
Placing his hand to the side of the portal, their was a click and a light poured through the masked surface of the wall, running a vertical beam down his hand, assessing the ridges and whorls of his prints. With a series of muted clicks the door slid back, revealing an elevator, the interior a solid construction of polished steel akin to the front door. Drawn in, the door closed behind them and they began a steady descent into the bowels of the island, leaving Mina to staring blankly into the distorted image of herself in the interior door.
There were no buttons, no controls, no indications as to floor; this conveyance went to one place and one place alone - Poseidon’s secret den.
They slowed to a halt and the door slid back, revealing a small hall, the walls, floor and ceiling covered in polished black marble slabs of shattered paving, the jigsaw-patterned decor
roughly placed together with white mortar to hold them in place and contrast them.
In the corners of the chamber, upon small pedestals, were bound women. Each was shaven bald and tied with the use of thick latex straps into a tight ball, huddling them upon a black marble pillar. Slender pipes wound into their mouth and chastity belts, furnishing them with food and waste management, removing the need to ever remove them from their isolated doom. Faced down, their backs were adorned with numerous candles, the waxen stems of black drooling their midnight tears across the forms of the living candelabras, offering the image that the women themselves were melting. The cumulative glow of their candles bathed the corners in a warm amber hue that spread reluctantly upon the mirror-like panels of obsidian coating the rest of the room.
A pair of doors was located in each of the other walls; the mahogany doors without handle or lock. A pull to her reins led her out of the elevator and across the room to one of the doors on the left. The wooden sheet slithered aside at Poseidon’s approach, exposing a sizeable rectangular chamber decorated and lit in the same manner as the previous room. In the middle was a magnificent statue of black marble. The rearing form of Pegasus threw out its wings, dominating the room, an awesome and striking sight, the sculptor having captured perfectly the awe and majesty of such a wondrous beast.
Escorted past Poseidon’s obsessive goal, a door beyond moved aside and revealed the workshop where he was trying to bring his dream into fabulous reality. The chamber was bedecked in walls of technological equipment, much of which still remained on, exposing itself and its neighbours in the soft coloured glow of its private lights. As well as the array of computers and design equipment required to run through schematics and produce workable models and blueprints, there were tools for heavy-duty mechanical construction. In addition there were also the tiny assortments of apparatus needed for micro circuitry and cybernetics, the elaborate collections neatly placed along various workbenches amidst half-finished parts or pieces undergoing checks and scrutiny. It was beyond state-of-the-art, and was hoarding advances to itself that Mina had been waiting to receive before her assignment to the Charybdis project and her betrayal by Jupiter.
A dark shape lurked in the middle of the room, covered by ample shadow, the light from the other room and the machines that had crafted it doing little to expose their progeny. Flicking a switch, Poseidon revealed his masterpiece.
The uniform was presented on a female mannequin. The artificial woman was bent over, her arms turned into a set of forelegs by constructed sleeves that formed into hooves. The white latex suit that encompassed it covered the dummy entirely, even turning the face into the extending snout of a pony, the stylised image an ivory form with silver glass eyes.
At the body a pair of wings emerged, the articulated appendages spread wide, the skeleton of steel within allowing them to be retracted or spread at the command of the wearer or another agency.
‘This is the Pegasus suit you are going to be tried for, slave,’ attested Poseidon with a smile, looking only to his inanimate offspring. ‘Come, let us get you out of that uniform,’ he snapped, flinging himself from his mesmerised wide-eyed look across the ivory form of the mythical hybrid.
A yank to her reins turned her from the image and towards another door, whirring gently aside to expose a smaller chamber beyond. The room bore a low bed, the soft mattress without sheets or pillows and of strange dimensions. Lit by several overhead bulbs set in the ceiling the chamber had no other features save a metal hatch in the wall behind the bed, and a treadmill set in the floor to one side. The long and wide corrugated rubber roll extended from the wall for three yards by three yards, with a metal hatch to one side, the locked panel hiding the controls as several riveted rings hung against the wall directly before the broad treadmill.
Two maids were already present, the women clad in lingerie. Both were shaved bald, even their eyebrows removed to give them an eerie appearance. A white satin basque hugged their bodies, taking hold of fine denier albino stockings that plummeted down their shapely legs into court shoes with a silver buckled band about the ankle. Their dagger-shaped fingernails were painted white, and a slender thong of snowy satin embraced their loins.
‘Strip her of this uniform, slaves,’ ordered Poseidon.
The women worked quickly and deftly, and in moments Mina was utterly naked, the pony attire that had encased her for so long a forsaken opaque skin on the floor. The maids withdrew to either side of the door, standing like sentinels as Poseidon wandered about her, assessing and scrutinising.
‘I am impressed,’ he commented. ‘Normally a prolonged spell as an eel would reduce a girl to a feeble wreck. You must have worked marvels during your decompression to recapture such a physique.’
‘I only seek to please those who own me, master; what use would I be as a weakened wretch?’ she replied humbly, having trouble with the words after her long silence, the removal of the bit and her uniform breaking her state of being no more than a mute beast.
‘That was considerate of you, though I more suspect you did it out of fright of the unknown—’ he began, cutting of his words as he saw Mina stiffen a little with injured pride at having her courage questioned. ‘My apologies, I phrased that poorly. You had no clue as to who had captured and taken you from the ocean. You were just seeking to be prepared.’
‘Did I do wrong, master?’ she replied, watching his boots pass by her again, the man circling her still as they talked.
‘Definitely not, such a feature will serve me admirably. If you want to be able to handle the Pegasus uniform, you will have to show the same sense of diligent dedication. I have a whole stable of psychologically and physically shattered slaves. They will recover in time, but I need someone far hardier than a normal woman, I need a veritable living machine to be my Pegasus, someone who can override her instincts, push herself to the limits of mind and body and then exceed them. Is this you, slave? Or have I made a miscalculation?’
‘No, master, I can do this for you, if you wish it,’ she answered.
‘Oh, I most certainly wish it, slave,’ he said, placing his hands on her shoulders, his palms running on the smooth flesh, his fingers tracing up and down her upper arms as she stood tensed before him. She could feel his eyes on her back, looking across her rear, her legs, her curves. ‘But you have to be sure, slave. This regime will be even harder than before because of the limits of time. If you are not up to it, you could well be broken by it. If you have any doubt, any second thoughts, even the most minor questioning of your ability, then feel free to decline with no reprisal. I would rather have you refuse than waste my time and disappoint me, and then end up aggrieving your owners by being returned to them a fractured mess.’
Mina turned around and faced the Noble, meeting him directly eye to eye in an act of sudden boldness. With absolute sincerity and no sense of exaggeration or false conviction she addressed her new owner. ‘I will succeed, master.’
Poseidon merely looked at her for a moment, their eyes locked, unblinking as he watched to see if her façade of confidence would show weakness or crack. Mina’s countenance remained like wrought iron, bringing a blossoming smile to the lips of the Titan.
‘Excellent, you have given me new hope, slave,’ he crooned, and moved closer, raising a hand and closing it about the nape of her neck. Drawing her in he met her lips and demanded a kiss. Her hands arose of their own volition and ran across his athletic form, caressing his skin, stroking and pawing as his free hand took up her breasts. Teasing each in turn his dextrous touch brought life to them, making the teats rise and her body shiver with elation.
She ran her lips across his chest, her hands closing to his trousers, blindly picking the fastenings and pulling them down, exposing a rapidly swelling member to her attentions. Settling onto her knees, Mina swallowed his length with reckless abandon, her hunger for gratification boiling within her. Closing her lips to him, her tongu
e flitted and danced on his tip, making him swell in her mouth, growing to his full size before her head began to dance back and forth, thrusting deep so that she felt him brushing the back of her throat. Her hands found new diversion in the soft caress of his testes and inner thighs, accentuating the sensual feast.
Her mouth felt him growing more significantly as he stiffened with imminent orgasm, whereupon the man pulled free, bringing her up to her feet. His length brushed against her thighs as he ran his hands over her breasts, tracing his fingers in whirls and spirals upon her.
A sudden turn span her about by the shoulders and he pushed her towards the bed. Mina rolled with the direction and flopped onto the soft mattress as the Noble removed his boots, bracers and trousers in full.
Naked, he climbed onto the bed and pushed her onto her back, acting forcefully. He drew her legs apart and grabbed her hands, lacing his fingers into hers and pinning them down beside her head. With sparkling eyes he watched her, guiding himself by feeling alone into her moist sex. With a pelvic jolt he filled her, opening her suddenly and entering deeply, causing Mina to arch her back, her mouth stretching wide with a silent gasp of rapture.
Holding her down, he kept his body above her by his grip, supporting himself on his arms as he thrust into her with slow relish. Mina locked her legs about him, the feeling of skin on skin adding to her delight. It felt wonderful to just be thrown down, held and ravished, no bondage, just control of her physique by another and her own willing submission.
Again the Titan dragged himself free, moving back and flipping her over onto her front. Mina offered some faint struggles of resistance as he took firm hold of wrists once more, and left herself vulnerable to the relish of having him use his strength to defeat the token offering of rebellion. Slamming her hands forward, stretching them high over her head, he placed the wrists over each other and used one hand to press down on both and capture them. The free hand took hold of his penis and guided it back into her, her parted legs shaking as he sheathed himself back into place, riding her, his hips slapping to her pert and welt-marked rear, reviving the bruises in soft murmurs of contused protest.
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