The words were like pillow talk to her, erotic statements that fuelled her licentiousness. To some such words would be a torture to the ears and mind, slashing at them like razors of condemnation to be reviled and despised. But to Mina they were a gateway to heaven, a promise she yearned to embrace. Mina ached to be ruled by the crop and by bondage, led by reins, without a care in the world save when she would be permitted respite from her frustration. Even then it would be an all too fleeting relief, negated as the intense pleasure she exacted from her lot re-forged the bane of denial for her.
Poseidon drew free of her and sheathed himself in her rear, a hand digging through the aperture at her pudenda, opening the slit of latex and tickling her clitoris. Occasional pinches made her squeak and wiggle from the distress, but the delight of his length as it glided into her anus, riding against a sphincter that tightened to it to increase the sensations was an admirable reward.
Groaning lasciviously, Mina swayed her head from side to side, the last of her punishment devices sending grinding spikes of duress into her swollen nipples. Afflicting herself to augment her pleasure, she felt Poseidon withdraw from his brief diversion and once more return to her hot and ravenous sex, riding back into the moist depths as his hands worked her rear. Occasionally he slithered a thumb or two into her anus, opening the orifice as he continued to help himself to his slave’s body, stretching it to fill the muscular ring with hot rhapsody.
‘Are you ready to be filled up, slave?’ he said on a panted purl, his rhythm starting to increase slightly as the seduction of orgasm sped his efforts. Mina bobbed her head as best she could against the damning collar, tears spilling from her eyes and seeping under the hood as she wept with strain. When she felt his length spill warm liquid into her belly, Mina jerked with response, the feeling of him feeding her one that almost brought her to a faint. The Noble continued with a few more random thrusts, growling softly to himself as he continued to shunt himself into her, ensuring every nugget of bliss was taken before he chose to withdraw.
Mina had trouble remaining upright as she closed her eyes, mulling over the ghost sensations and the presence of his seed within her belly.
‘You, restore her,’ he ordered, clicking his fingers in directions to bring the observing grooms to life. ‘And you, attend me.’
Mina jolted against her uniform as the plugs were threaded back into her and locked into position, restoring her detachment from the real world, if this place of debauchery and perversity could ever bear such a title.
The other groom dropped to her knees and swallowed Poseidon’s rampant shaft, cleaning him with her tongue and her lips.
With the dildos back in place, Mina was once again prepared for slumber, ready to rest and begin a new day of training.
Chapter 14
For several more days she received her concentrated regime of training, her fitness at a new peak, her ability to exist within the Pegasus uniform one that was now second nature. She could scarcely recall what it was like to be a biped, the memories hazy, the continuing imposition of the uniform seeming to erase the past, leave her surrendered to the moment and the expectations of what was to come.
It became harder and harder to think clearly. The lack of speech was leaving her on a steady descent into a more devolved state. She could conjure old memories of pleasure, her ever-present urges being fuelled with teasing reminders of what she had undergone in the past. But it was becoming more difficult to add speech and verbal exchange to them, her mind being gradually washed clean of language. Unless indulged, it seemed that her imprisonment would rob her of conversation, further dragging her down, removing another portion of her humanity as she was turned from woman into pony.
The distinct process did not frighten her, rather, Mina welcomed it, untroubled by the erasure and almost eager to see how much farther she would descend, wondering how much of a trained and obedient animal they could make her. The ordeal impressed on her how Poseidon bore similarity to his divine namesake, for was he not crafting a Pegasus? He had taken the raw materials of a woman, and was expertly and with ruthless efficiency remaking her in the image and demeanour he wished, reconfiguring psyche and physique to his specifications.
Without any real contrast or change time followed her own private devolution, becoming nothing more than the periods of exercise, the moments of preparing for slumber, and the frustrated torture as she tried to ignore her thirst for sensual pleasure and find recourse in the dreams that only fuelled it.
Slowly though, the day of her grand unveiling drew closer until finally her daily rota of arousing tedium broke from its pre-set and eternal cycle.
Chapter 15
Mina’s hooves echoed though the tunnel as they clopped onto the stone floor. The passage was roughly hewn, carved carelessly though the island towards the mountain. The jagged subterranean artery wound onwards, leading her through the bowels of the island, a line of insulated wire swinging between distant wall lamps, filling the hall with shadow and tentative light.
The two grooms led her, the women marching steadily along, holding her reins together, her wings folded at her sides, ready to be thrown open and permit flight. Poseidon was with his guests, the party well underway and having been so for most of the day.
A lift that was little more than a metal cage supported by an automated winch appeared before them, the bare elevator accepting her body as the grooms led her in and slammed the gate shut behind them. With a whirring grumble the lift jerked and began a rough ascent, occasionally scraping against the walls as they rose through the closefitting vent.
The lift issued a deep clunk as it reached its peak and the gate was thrown back with a squeal to allow her grooms to back her out and off the steel grate floor. Reversing her in the more spacious dimensions of the tunnel, Mina turned around to find herself facing a short passage, the end of which was a set of plain steel doors mounted and held forward by articulated metal arms.
Brought before it, one of the grooms slapped a button on the wall to have the corridor resound with deep rumbles of hydraulic strain and the doors slowly peeled back, swinging inward to pain Mina’s eyes with the glare of the late evening sun.
The sight of the ocean below them, spreading out across the world, pockmarked with islands as the waters slammed against the rock took her breath away. The sun was in the final stages of its defeat, slinking towards the horizon and hurling its dwindling rays out across the waters, seemingly in a bid to hold on for just a little while longer. During her resumed training, her mind had glazed over the sights of her initial flight. She had assumed she’d exaggerated them, that nothing could have been as wondrous as what she remembered. Now she realised that her recall was actually insufficient to recapture the splendour of the firsthand view offered by this vantage point.
‘You may go now, Pegasus,’ said one of the grooms, Mina barely aware of them as she stared awestruck at the sight before her. ‘Poseidon commanded us to pass on a reminder - you are to take your post and await the call to descend. Ensure that you make yourself known to the guests.’
Suddenly realising that she had just been given permission to fly, she galloped forward and hurled herself out with a mighty kick of her rear legs. The air embraced her, her hooves leaving the safety of solid ground. With a squeal of unbridled joy the wind rushed around her, streaking upon her plummeting form.
A collected thought had the wings flash open and she turned from her dive into a swooping ascent. Streaking up past the closing doors of the secret mountain post, she banked and veered backwards, performing a few loops as she locked her hooves to her chest to lower drag.
Beating the white gleaming wings against the air, she forced herself upward until she was reaching the very peak of the mountain. With a final lunge she set loose her hooves and had them stamp onto the rounded pinnacle. Furling her wings she lowered into a small crouch, curled up on top of a mountain, watching the world from this un
rivalled spire.
The island far below was bristling with activity. A number of boats were anchored out to sea, each member of the small fleet identical to the vessel that had orchestrated her deliverance from the depths. Poseidon had gathered his guests, and now they were abroad on the grass about the main building. The field was alive with sites where engines of restraint offered elaborate bondage displays and carnal sideshows to amuse the epicurean nobles of Cabal.
Mina watched them milling around far below, the high altitude winds running their hands over her smoothed hide, trying to dislodge her but lacking the brawn to accomplish the task. Smiling against her gag, she clung to her perch and like an eagle watching its quarry, continued to sit on her bland nest and observe the goings-on.
Three soft beeps entered her ears, the remote signal commanding her to begin her descent and unveil herself to the crowds. All her limbs kicked out as one and curled back to her torso, clamping into place as she cast out her white wings to capture the air. The wind rushed over her snout, pulling at it, dragging at the tiny disruptions to aerodynamics across her form.
On a smooth gliding arc she streaked down the mountain, flowing outwards towards the open area of the grounds. Dozens of startled expressions flashed beneath her eyes as the carpet of Nobles sped beneath her, her new body skimming just over their heads before rising at the other side of the field.
Releasing her legs she banked and hovered, her articulated wings pounded the air, making her bob but remain largely stationary above the treetops, and her hidden eyes turned to regard the entire ensemble.
The sea of latex and leather, vinyl, lace, fishnet and steel was locked to her visage. Every maid was stalled in her work by staring at Mina. Some glasses and plates fell to the grass as limbs went limp from astonishment, and suddenly applause was pouring through the air as spontaneous respect was paid to Mina and her creator.
She hovered for a moment, her heart leaping with joy as the entire throng became livid with rapture, their eyes not even blinking lest they miss a split second of the show.
Tilting her wings she recaptured her legs and swooped back across the crowd, launching up into the sky, firing herself into a rigid ascent, gathering height and leaving the people far below. Every portion of her body was tingling with excitement, in feeling so adored, so brazenly acknowledged. She had done what no other had come close to doing - mastered the transition from woman, to slave, to pony, to Pegasus. She had exceeded all others; she had finally achieved the perfection that had eluded her in her previous life.
Throwing herself up, she performed a reversed loop that turned into a dive before rolling effortlessly into a figure of eight manoeuvre. The feel of her wings was wonderful as they obeyed her commands, her body defying gravity, mocking it with her stolen ability to achieve flight. Spiralling around the clearing she cruised gently on the soft thermals, winding slowly down, descending as a tease, making the people wait for her, their eyes aching to see her in more detail. But now she was the one in control. She could make them hang on her arrival, their mouths watering with lecherous hunger pangs.
As her hooves brushed the leaves of the treetops she veered drastically away, shooting across the foliage before arching upwards. Spilling around, she began a swift run back towards the clearing, dipping towards it. Formed into a dart of white she flung herself into their midst, speeding over their heads and then jerking her wings up, braking sternly at the middle of the area, instantaneously countering her momentum. Eyes flashed onward, lured into following her speeding path, tricked by her aerial agility. Her mid-air stop left her hanging for a second and then she dropped to the ground, her wings folding in immediately, her legs dropping down to stamp into the soil.
Standing tense and panting before Poseidon, she stepped forward and nuzzled into his side, the Noble rubbing her head as she listened to the awed applause spilling from all directions, the crowd wild from the show.
Poseidon took the praise with humble gratitude, nodding his head calmly as they continued for a few minutes and pressed closer, everyone eager to see up close the creature that had astounded them so.
Taking a bridle from a maid, he threaded the straps onto her artificial face and tightened it into place. The blinkers were snapped down, obscuring her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything as she heard his voice address her softly.
‘You did very well, Pegasus,’ he soothed, as he closed a fist to the base of the reins, making his hold distinct, easing her anxiety and welling sense of bizarre claustrophobia. ‘Now keep calm, people will want to touch you. I’ll look after you, I’ll hold your reins throughout.’
Here she was, sealed skin-tight within a pony outfit, her body encased in figure-squeezing rubber, every function under complete control, and yet it was the thought of dense crowds pressing in on her that spiked her sense of unease. Bondage she could handle, smothered in an orgy of flesh during obliquity was a pleasure, but somehow the thought of large numbers of people, pressing in on her from all directions, leaving her no way out, made her heart start to race and a chilled sweat form on her skin. She was on the verge of losing control, of breaking into a panic, kicking and swatting at them until she could throw open her wings and take back to the air. The only thing that stopped her and soothed her distress was Poseidon’s calming hold on her reins. He would not let anything bad happen to her, he was looking after her personally and would allow no guest to take liberties with his prized pet. Her respiration started to ease, and she closed her eyes against the darkness and surrendered her body to the inquisitive hands that descended in droves.
Fingers stroked her body, caressed and squeezed, traced her rubber skin, marvelling at the woman trapped within the astounding uniform. Mina told herself that they were adoring her, that she should feel the same amount of relish in being worshipped by those who ordinarily would use her as a slave in any way they wished. These people never really noticed their servile caste, they used them as though they were furnishings. The women that eagerly scampered forward to do whatever their owners wished were objects, with only a few rare exceptions standing out to receive actual acknowledgement and special attention. Now Mina had captivated their interest, and all were zealous to feel and explore the creation that had dazzled the assembled force of dominants and sadists.
Questions flowed freely with the praise, offers were made, but Poseidon never accepted, keeping to his deal with her real owners, and eventually the groping dwindled, the crowds parting as Poseidon whispered into her ear once more, his hands freeing the bridle.
‘Good girl, now fly for us again, and return when I call for you,’ he ordered, the straps to her equine countenance vanishing, the blinkers coming away to open her view once more. The paltry light was a little dazzling to her eyes, the flaming torches that had been stationed throughout the clearing creating a flickering amber halo that served to force back the night.
As Poseidon retreated she flung open her wings, gathering her mental dexterity and applying a singular consciousness to the task of take off. She had yet to try vertical ascent straight from the ground and wasn’t sure if it was even possible. But casting away the doubts lest they interfere with her attempt, Mina lowered into a tight crouch and fired her limbs like pistons. Closing her eyes tightly, her mind roared for maximum effort, the wings obeying every command with broad sweeps. With relentless effort she started to gain height, lifting herself in jolts until she was high enough to exploit her capacity as a glider.
Dropping forward she swooped down and then curled back up, sweeping into the sky, using her wings to give added velocity. Arcing up into the night, her form was vaguely brushed by the lights of the party, the orange and yellow hue staining her pure white form until she escaped it.
Whirling and weaving through the heavens, Mina’s form was now completely revealed by the light of stars and the exposed spherical face of the full moon, which rendered her an incandescent silver form dancing through the sky
as though she owned it.
Three soft pips of sound entered her ears, calling for her return to earth. At first she thought she was low on fuel, but the trio testified that she was merely being commanded to return. Mina ignored it; her addiction to flight would not tolerate a premature end, she wanted to fly until she was on the verge of plummeting from the skies. In some ways that was the end she would have sought, a martyr’s dive from the heavens, to perish as an extravagant spectacle rather than ever lay a hoof on the earth again. It was a fanciful notion and little more than that, but one that helped convince her to disobey and remain aloft.
Her plugs started to come to life as they obeyed the remote order of her owner, Poseidon seeking to bring her down with them. But she was well out of range, and as she climbed even higher than before the momentary spark of infant influence from them vanished. Mina wailed with glee at having found freedom in the sky; she was beyond influence now, no one could touch her. The entire sky was her playground, a sanctuary where the influence of those who sought to control her was removed, sloughed off with each flap of her wings.
It took her a few moments to notice the rhythmic stammer of her earplugs as they betrayed dwindling power reserves. Cursing her reliance on technology, Mina began a solemn descent, aware that she had only a few more minutes of energy left. If she got the chance she would recommend that the wings be fitted with automatic locks for the main struts to conserve energy when she was gliding. Implementing these anchors would allow the wings to remain out and not use any energy to have the fibre bundles hold them in position. As a glider she could live in the sky, exploiting thermals and winds to stay aloft. She could perch on the mountain when she needed sleep, and if she could have them add a few solar cells to her body, she could even replenish her power during the day.
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