Beyond Charybdis (21 page)

Upon a smooth dip she began to glide downwards, sweeping towards the tree line and certain doom. With a soft grin she pictured the mortified faces of Poseidon and the engineers before she altered the angle of the wings. With a sudden flash of ascent she spiralled upwards, using the ornithopter capabilities of the wings to assist her climb, taking her costume well beyond the realms of a mere glider.

Gathering height, she beat her wings against the air, the strong thrashing sweeps hauling her up in steady jolts. The land began to drop away, the edges of the island becoming visible as she gained more and more altitude. Against her gag she laughed and giggled with glee, enthralled with the magnificent sight of the world below her, her rubber-clad form gleaming in the bared rays of the sun. The sense of elation was immeasurable, the feeling of being able to fly, to soar and swoop, to escape the world while still being imprisoned in her skin-tight personal cell.

With intense concentration she kept going, working in small swirls, her wings beating with precise rhythm as she crawled upwards towards the same height as the mountain itself. Once she cleared its summit she soared forward, extending her wings to their fullest, cruising on the breeze like an eagle, surveying the world in these idle moments, the wings needing no more commands.

She looked across the sea in all directions, spying the sporadic collections of rock jutting from it, the myriad islands stretching in all directions until open ocean extended to the horizon, save to the north she could see the loitering line that was the mainland - distant China, the normal world. To see even this vague glimpse of it escalated her sense of jubilation, for all she could picture was the choking cities, the teeming, closely packed population, the oppression of existence itself. And here she was, riding the air as a rubber-clad beast of mythology, dragged from legend and forged through discipline, erotic bondage and her slavery on a tropical paradise. If she could have defeated the gag she would have howled her delight across the heavens, sent its echo through the universe to announce her pleasure.

With a chuckling growl she banked and dove towards the mountain, her wandering having buffeted her with a few choice thermals that had taken her even higher than the lofty peak. She rolled around the craggy surface, hugging the stone, watching the uneven spire flash beneath her belly as she whirled around it, descending like a helter-skelter.

Peeling away as she neared the lower reaches, she sped over the main building, the area deserted. The guests were attending a display Poseidon had arranged in the sub levels of the building, and the ponies had been set in their stables for the day. No one would see her first flight; she would remain a secret until her grand unveiling.

Swooping around she arched her wings up at the front and then flashed them around, braking suddenly. With a stern thought she set the clamps free and as though dropping an undercarriage, her hooves clopped upon the roof of the mansion. Furling her wings to her sides, she pranced along it and then threw herself from the side. Practiced at command, and without fear or doubt, her wings flashed open before she hit the ground and turned her dive into a sharp ascent. The sudden reversal of direction jolted her body against the uniform and her hooves tore four shallow trenches in the ground before she hurtled upward.

Beating her wings she arced around and began a level run towards the stables. Dropping her hooves upon the lip of the roof, she kept her wings out and half ran, half glided along the building, galloping along the entire length, drumming her hoof beats upon the roof. With jovial mirth she imagined the startled expressions of the other ponies as they heard a pony-girl running above, their confusion as to how she got there and who she was making them struggle and whinny against their bondage.

Leaping from the end of the wooden runway she locked her legs into position and sped her ascent, climbing rapidly, clearing the trees and then ascending higher. Once she had left the ground far below she broke aside and plummeted at a steep angle, streaking down towards the beach.

Scudding along the sand, her turbulence whipped up particles in her wake before she skimmed onto the water. The tips of her hooves caught the peaks of waves as she cruised just above the sea, circling slowly around the bound women, whose eyes widened in shock as she darted past their restricted visual arc.

The image of Icarus struck her mind as she looked across the rolling ocean flashing beneath her and launched upwards with purpose. Capturing thermals and assisted by choice winds, Mina used her wings to carry her ever up, continuing without pause, keeping her mind dedicated to the task, the interior of the uniform growing hot with her mental exertion and the heat of the toiling components in the wings.

A few streaked clouds drew her attention and she passed through them, the wispy lines placing a sheen of moisture to her form as she moved through them and back into unblemished sky.

The lethal ascent of Icarus made her laugh with satisfaction. She was another product of mythology and she was triumphing over him with her flight, but then again, she was a far more advanced aviatrix.

Levelling out her flight, she was startled to see that the island was little more than a vague blotch of green and brown below her. Only the churned white waters that surrounded it marked it from the others, preventing her from becoming lost.

A soft series of beeps entered her ears, testifying that her energy reserves were getting low. Glancing to the horizon she was similarly amazed to see that the sun was creeping down towards the distant skyline, the day drawing to a close. It felt like she had only been up for seconds, and yet it also seemed as though she had always been there. The sheer ecstasy of her flight had stolen the day from her and now she was running low on fuel, her artificial wings succumbing to fatigue from the strains she had placed upon them.

Pausing for one last moment to admire the unequalled view, she looked to the world and then dipped into a nosedive, her snout streaking against the air as she drew her wings in to accelerate her plummet. She knew the capacities of the uniform and let her mind marvel at the image of the island as it grew with increasing haste. The tiny pinprick specks upon a few green bumps became the vague image of Poseidon and the engineers, watching her with binoculars.

Letting her wings emerge slowly, she changed her trajectory and then turned suddenly. The velocity of her screaming descent wrenched her body as the wings fought her impetus, destroying it abruptly. With a nimble flip she swooped up before them, breaking from her dive and folding her wings as she simultaneously released her clamps and dropped onto all fours before them.

Panting softly, Mina shuffled on the spot as the men approached. Poseidon clipped her reins into position and patted her head, running his hand down her mane as the engineers removed her wings and loaded them back onto the carriage.

‘That was quite a flight,' he said with a mellow voice, running his hands across her form. ‘We were very impressed. You seem to have mastered the uniform with ease. Every other aviatrix had trouble with just gliding and maintaining flight without all the stunts and other feats you were performing. I guess the new wings help, but I think it's more down to you, my sweet Pegasus.'

Mina gave a pleased whinny, delighted to be treated to his touch, for even though she could barely feel it through her uniform it was emphasising her derogated position in life. He was treating her as a genuine beast, a possession, and that satisfaction was a wonderful sense of comfort and security.

‘We'll get you back to your training stable, and I think some reward is justified,' he promised, making her eager for release, her flight having fanned her arousal to a peak that rivalled her earlier famine.

 

Hitched to the back of the carriage, Mina was drawn to the stables, walking behind the conveyance, stripped of her wings.

As grooms handled the vehicle and its human beasts, Mina was shown back to her training and living module. The engineers vanished to check over the wings, to see if any damage had been caused by the flight and to replenish their batteries.

Poseidon took her to the wall and drew her onto the treadmill once more, signifying that she was to begin yet more training. Sighing with despair, she readied for the humdrum run that would no doubt restore her to the usual rota of exhaustion and sexual starvation until the time of the party.

But instead she felt movement at her rear as Poseidon began to remove the dildos. Unfastening the clips he hauled them free, making Mina shudder, now addicted to their presence and resentful of their flight.

‘My sweet Pegasus, I never imagined you would be so magnificent,' he purred, running his hands over her buttocks, his touch seeping through the rubber layer that cocooned her. Cupping the rounded flesh he squeezed and fondled, stoking his prurient lust with the sight of Mina, bound and degraded before him, turned into a beast that he owned and adored.

Mina stiffened and croaked with joy as she felt his penis rub against her sex, slipping through the opening in the carapace and sliding through the slit in her sealed suit. Opened to the outside world for the first time in an unknown duration, she shivered as she felt him replacing the jelly phallus with a far more pleasing variety. The sensation of having him slide into her was almost overwhelming, accepting him with jubilation, letting him glide deep as she quivered and mewled softly.

His hands tightened against her constrained hips, using them as handholds by which he allowed himself to drive into her, working slowly so as to enjoy every moment of this ravishment of his creation. Mina jerked with a flare of climax, the pleasure continuing before another struck, the feel of a real length working her insides making them answer with intense responses.

‘That's it, slave, enjoy the feeling while you can, you'll be plugged until after the show once I've finished with you,' he groaned softly, easing back and forth. Mina's mouth chewed violently against the gag as she sought to endure the ongoing eruptions of ecstasy, her sanity bubbling against a trial as fierce as the most pernicious flogging. ‘How does it feel to be dragged from your humanity and made a beast to my will?' he mused as he continued to ride against Mina's tensed legs. ‘I wonder how long you can keep your thoughts before they start to fade, lost to your bestial caste. Isn't that a pleasing concept, slave? To lose yourself totally, to actually be erased as Mina and simply become a Pegasus?'

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.

 

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.

 

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 unrivalled 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.