The frisky tongue worked with a marvellously deft effort, pouring its widest part against the sensual nugget, the waters that flowed down their bodies running a compressive caress over them all, emphasising and magnifying every touch.
Mina’s mouth spread wide, allowing tickling jets to pound her mouth, filling it with a pool of warmth that she let dribble from the corners as kisses once more took to covering her throat.
Treating her to such a luscious event for a short while, the women released her, manipulating her pliant form with quick movements. She was pressed face first into a corner, her cheeks against the wall, her gaze fixed on the shadows she cast into the tiles. Palms slapped her rear, holding the cheeks and pulling apart while pushing forward, holding her in the corner as a mouth dove through the parted flesh and poured a tongue into her anus. Mina sobbed with delight against the tiles as she rode the organ, the slithering length driving deep, thrashing against the muscular ring, penetrating, the sensation indescribable and intense.
As the woman licked her, the other female rolled onto her back and positioned herself between the parted legs of her partner, pouring her own efforts into detailed cunnilingus. Straddling the face of the supine woman, feasting on the feeling of such oral gratification, the woman’s tongue became all the more energetic and capable, gallivanting against Mina’s rear. One hand relinquished the task of holding Mina open and rose between her legs, the fingers starting to thread into her sex, using the waters to ride in before changing their mind. Instead, they began to beat small circles against Mina’s clitoris.
The woman grabbed her buttocks once more, using the soft mounds as handholds by which to demand that Mina pivot. Turning her around so that she was staring directly into Mina’s loins, the woman lodged her hands over Mina’s hips and pulled down, bringing Mina to her knees, their eyes meeting as waters poured down their features and dripped from nose and chin.
Moving closer their breasts touched, nipples grazing, the gentle meeting making both parties shudder with ecstasy. The taste of water slipping into their mouths as they kissed frenetically only added to the exchange, the wet kisses being wild and full of furious passion. Mina took the opportunity to help herself to a serving of the fellow slave’s breasts, her hands savouring the feel of another woman as they caressed, slick against the warm rain that pelted them.
The other female shifted beside them, her hands sliding between their closely pressed bodies, reaching between their legs and rising against both pudenda. The embrace and kiss of the women increased, the pair of them able to exchange their passions as they wished while being serviced by another. Moving from Mina to the other and back again, the woman drew out the exchange, the flight of her deft fingers allowing each to gain a moment’s calm before being worked back towards climax.
Acting together without even exchanging a single word, the woman before her pushed Mina aside, while the other pulled her in. She was drawn down, the woman pressing her back into the corner by the door, parting her legs wide and hauling Mina’s willing features between them. Mina buried herself in the smooth flesh, letting her tongue assault the woman’s pudenda. The taste of her was strong, even when diluted by the waters still raining down on them. Mina relished the meal, kissing and suckling, rolling her tongue into the woman with zealous dissipation.
The other woman grabbed Mina’s hindquarters, lifting her rear and sliding a leg between Mina’s own limbs. The woman’s knee found a place against Mina’s belly, the joint rising between the acutely spread limbs and using the wet floor to slide gently back and forth while simultaneously using the toes to wiggle against the puckered anus of the woman Mina was servicing. Hands again fell upon her rear, pulling the buttocks apart as streams of water bounced upon them, a tongue finding its way through the cleft and again tasting her.
Holding the hips of the woman before her, Mina quivered and continued to adore her sex, the female slave running her hands across Mina’s sodden stubble, assessing it before stealing a razor from the shelf. As Mina darted her tongue against the slave girl she drew the three-bladed implement across her scalp, leaving behind naught but smooth skin.
Even her ponytail was attacked, the razor running against the roots, severing the strands, leaving an uneven series of tufts that were then cut away with steady and careful strokes. As this deed was performed, she felt another razor working on her as well, the other woman using her position to blindly run the identical implement along Mina’s legs.
The feel of the knee riding against her, the tongue within her and the roll of razors and warm waters across her form as she feasted on another woman left Mina in a languid haze, her thoughts numb, filled with nothing save hedonistic indulgence and glee.
The female jerked and groaned, setting her razor aside as she finished her task and started to give in to the flashes of pleasure Mina’s tongue conjured again and again. Her hands clapped to the back of Mina’s head, forcing her deeper, smothering her as her thighs clenched to the sides of her face, holding her tightly. The control that was levied on Mina made her wilt with rhapsody, magnifying her efforts, her tongue becoming a baton that conducted an epic suite of ecstasy in the slave.
The hands on her head lifted once the woman had taken her fill of the attention and could withstand no more. Raising Mina’s face, she offered it to her lips, congratulating Mina with kisses, tasting the flavour of her own pudenda.
Her comrade removed her face from Mina’s bottom and started to finish her job in full, working her instrument across Mina’s sex, sweeping the blades through the cleft, taking her nakedness a step further, and once the task she was obligated to finish was done with, the woman turned her attentions back to sating a more primal need.
A bright clap shattered the gasping quiet of the shower as the woman dropped a palm onto Mina’s rear, the sound emphasised by the sheen of water coating the skin. The spanks came at random periods, the slave sending shocks of feeling into Mina’s bottom, increasing her pleasure as the fingers continued to beat small circles against her clitoris, working her towards release. Mina’s fingers clenched in fits as she was soundly spanked. The girl beneath her continued to diligently attend her fellow slave, the woman unleashing rasping gasps as her spanks were used to free her pent up sadism.
Mina started to tense and her moans and gasps started to gather speed, accelerating to a throaty groan until she finally erupted into paroxysms. Clasping tightly to the woman beneath her for support against the exquisite sensations, Mina rode through the climax, a finger continuing to work and conjure more and more against her belly. With her cheek pressed against the woman she wailed into the air, fighting the urge to fling herself away, unable to withstand such reckless straits of rapture.
Choking back their screams, the exchange slowed and finally came to an end, the parties involved each sinking down to lounge against each other or the walls, gathering their breath as they let the pounding rains wash away the sweat of their exchange.
After recuperating some hint of energy, they arose and turned off the shower. Running hands down their limbs, they wiped away the excess moisture and took hold of Mina’s wrists, before leading her out of the room. Curling tendrils of steam flowed from their hot bodies as they walked across the floor, leaving behind wet footprints and spattered droplets.
Poseidon was still on his chair, his face full of happiness at having watched such a teasing dance of lesbian passion. Without addressing them he turned about and continued to study them as the women produced towels from within a box. Running them over Mina’s form they soaked up the moisture, her complete lack of any hair making the process swift.
Once they had attended her, they left her to dry each other, and once this was done, they began to slip back into the ivory clutches of their lingerie.
‘You may proceed with putting your playmate in her uniform, slaves,’ confirmed Poseidon as they looked to him for new orders now that they were again fully dressed. Toget
her they returned to Mina, her belly aflutter with excitement at being placed within the confines of rubber captivity one more. She had greatly missed the clinch of latex upon her, the squeezing embrace of the impermeable shell as it clung to her as an auxiliary skin, smothering, controlling, serving her up to the whim of others, rendering her little more than a helpless possession.
A rubber cat-suit was removed from the insides of a trunk by one of the women as the other used an open dish and a cloth to wipe talcum powder across her form, smoothing a pale layer of dust upon her skin to ease entry into the garment.
The women worked together, opening the back of the latex garment and helping draw it onto Mina’s body. The firm clinch started to swallow her form, clutching to her, compressing her, making her sigh with bliss as she was devoured alive by the vestments. How long would it be before her bare skin once more tasted air and light? It was an intriguing uncertainty.
‘This is your basic skin, slave, the rest will follow shortly,’ stated Poseidon, monitoring the work of his two slaves as they cocooned Mina, turning her from a naked sex slave into a rubber smothered pony-girl.
The sleeves rolled down to her hands, leaving them in fingerless gloves. The maids gathered clippers as soon as her digits were in pace, trimming them back and running a nail file against them to smooth the tips.
The zip was drawn up her back, enclosing the grip of the cat-suit more forcefully to her, squeezing her torso and pressing her breasts. Her feet were in moulded socks, the neck of the garment rising to her jaw, the zip terminating at the base of her skull.
Looking down she found that slits existed between her legs, while small apertures at her breasts let her nipples and aureole peak through. Plastic fastenings were attached in circles around her upper thighs and arms, the open fixtures revealing their purpose when she saw hoofed stockings and gloves being taken from another box.
The women drew her to the sawhorse, laying her along the padded top, her arms and legs hanging down the sides. The stockings were drawn up her legs, forcing her feet into the moulded stiletto hooves. The hem was peeled back and a layer of rubber glue drawn in a circle around the lower reaches before the latex was lifted back into position. The clips upon the rim of the stockings were snapped into the waiting clasps, holding them in place as the glue set and created a water and airtight seal.
The gloves were overtly long, the sheathes being glued and clipped to her arms, leaving her hands in an interior pocket, sealed tight within a moulded grip at the end of the sleeve. The garment continued down, the extra portion weighted and ending in another hoof, rendering her arms the same length as her legs, turning her more effectively into a genuine quadruped. With four hooves now resting on the stone flagstones of the floor, the garments for her head were gathered and laid beneath her.
‘I’m sure you remember this manner of gag, slave, so you know what to do,’ attested Poseidon as one of the deep throat-penetrating tubes was taken up and offered to her mouth. With complete compliance, seduced by her latex bonds, Mina let the woman feed it into her. The other held her down as she jerked and choked, her body reacting instinctively as it was violated. The slick device slithered down her oesophagus and the gag plate entered her mouth, opening up and capturing her teeth, setting her jaws wide and preventing her from spitting out the device. With her tongue trapped speech was crippled, and she wheezed softly through her nostrils while watching the rest of her transformation occur.
The sculpted solid mask of latex that was lifted up was of a size to fully encompass her entire head and neck. The long snout of a pony was marked with two reflective mirrors at the eyes, small perky ears, and a cascading white mane that absolutely contrasted the deep abiding black of the rest of her new skin.
The women carefully placed her head into the mask, where a sudden click sounded, revealing that the gag had been grabbed by inner mountings. Stretching the elasticised neck down over her throat so that it ran over her cat-suit, the two were glued together to ensure she was properly sealed within it.
The interior suddenly welled with life, the insides of the mask billowing out to squeeze her head, pressing from every direction to mould itself perfectly and tightly to her skull, making it impossible for any of her efforts to even budge her new artificial countenance.
Breathing through the internal vents that accessed the nostrils of the mask, Mina peered through the shaded eyepieces, watching the women as they brushed their hands through her mane to clear it aside and then brought forth a leather bridle. Unlike any other, this one was completely normal, her new face accepting the standard riding tack. The bit slid into her mouth, able to steer her just as easily by holding the front of her mask, and the leather harness was tightened to her head.
Reins were clipped into place and used to bring her off the sawhorse, leading her slowly forward so that she could experiment with her initial steps while still having the sawhorse to support her should she fumble the attempts.
Lifting her forelegs she set them forward, the hooves clopping to the floor as her rear legs timed themselves to keep up and maintain her balance. Her infant steps were unsteady and weak, but it felt glorious to be diminished so absolutely. She now resembled nothing more than a four-legged animal, a beast owned and controlled by others, without will or speech of her own.
Clearing the sawhorse she wobbled forward and was drawn to the side, where a new garment was taken up. The halter-necked leotard could be broken into two halves, the garment forged from a much more solid fabric, almost like rigid plastic. Two circular sockets existed at the crotch of the shell, ready to accommodate plugs or some other manner of intrusion into her body.
Setting her legs and arms through the apertures, the two slaves lifted them onto her body and pressed them together, the two sides meeting with a chorus of clicks. The leotard now squeezed her body, resting firmly against the strict hold of the cat-suit. Its sculpted collar acted like a posture band, lifting her chin and serving it upon a solid tongue, keeping her face upright.
Two translucent shafts of plastic were taken up, the separate rods formed as a hollow tube coated in a layer of the ridged jelly substance that Mina found so delightful. The rounded heads of the phalluses bore a cluster of holes that accessed the interior shaft and which would allow her to be pumped up or drained as the designs of her owner wished.
The apertures of the carapace on her torso and the slits in her cat-suit allowed them to slither into her, making Mina shudder and sway. The women quickly held her to ensure she did not collapse, her equilibrium still trying to acclimatise to the new form in which she had been moulded.
The two lengths locked to the fixtures so that she was completely sealed away from the outside world, all her bodily functions being handled by internal hoses.
A plume of snow-white hair was grabbed and clipped to the leotard at her tailbone, gifting her with a tail to match her mane.
‘Very pleasing, slave,’ commented Poseidon as he rose from his chair and walked over to where Mina stood, watching him through the reflective eyepieces. Hidden from view, she flexed herself against the confines of her new uniform, the strain of it already starting to rise, feeding her masochistic cravings, her loins squeezing to the soft outer layer of the plugging shafts.
Extending his hand, Poseidon was furnished with a small remote control that he took and examined before addressing Mina. ‘The uniform you wear has several other functions. For example, should you try and rear up, the sensors in the body shell will scold you for trying to break your designated caste. Such discipline can also be meted out at the touch of button, like so...’
As soon as his finger depressed a tab on the device, Mina screamed into the gag as her clitoris and nipples were savaged by voltage bites that made the skin erupt with scintillating pulses. The momentary jolt had her chewing on the gag, sobbing against her mask, pulling at her uniform, trying to get free of the attackers that were now her most intimate an
d immobile companions.
‘Not pleasant, but it’s a vital part of the uniform. It’ll help push you as far as you can go. We have scant time before the party, and I’ll have to drive you mercilessly to get you ready for it. You assented to this training regime, so you had better get used to the fact that you are totally under my control. If you do not perform as I require, you’ll be chastised until you do, it’s that simple. I will not tolerate failure in you, because I know what you are capable of. Any failure on your part will clearly be the work of laziness and rebellion and as such will not be tolerated.
‘So, let’s get you to your station and begin your training, we have much work to do before you’re ready,’ he revealed, moving away and using the reins to draw Mina along, her four hooves struggling to find order against their stringent bonds.
Walking awkwardly, but gathering new knowledge on what she could and could not do with each hesitant step, Mina was taken back into the bedroom where her naked form had been ravished by Poseidon - the very same female form that now lay an infinity of space away from the outside world.
Drawn onto the treadmill, her reins were attached to the wall rings, leaving her nose almost touching them, preventing her from getting off the apparatus.
The hatch was opened, exposing controls and several sockets. Poseidon took one of them and pulled it out, a long metallic segmented hose spilling behind it. The hose was fed over her bit and clipped to an internal fixture to provide her with food while she toiled.
Flicking a switch within the hatch, a more covert panel flicked open in the floor at the end of the treadmill. A telescopic pole started to rise with gradual speed, locking itself at the same height as Mina’s rubber encased rump.
From the tip Poseidon took more of the hoses, the coils spilling from the summit to pass between her legs and lock to the base of her dildos, ready to regulate her insides with their mechanised influence. ‘There, you’re ready for your lessons now, pony-girl,’ he testified, flicking another switch, slapping her bottom and then marching from the room.
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