Beyond Charybdis (5 page)

‘There, you now have your hooves,' Tethys smiled, ‘and you'll get used to the weight soon enough.'

‘But first we have to pull in that salacious waist a little more and fill these wanton holes,' Oceanus, chuckled patting Mina's sex, and the soft spanks made her quiver with pleasure and ache for something more substantial.

A stern leather corset was selected, the front an unbroken sheet of leather, the back sections joined by a dense wall of laces. Two buckles hung from the front and back hems awaiting a crotch-piece. The belt that would mate with her boots hung from the corresponding sides of the bodice. Two fat silver rings had also been riveted to the sides of the garment at the level of her waist, which could serve as sturdy anchors.

‘This should look quite fetching on you,' Tethys remarked. ‘I can't wait to see the finished product.'

‘Our little slave always looks wonderful,' her husband commented. ‘I expect as a pony she'll shine even more brightly, especially once she's fully trained.'

‘It's well worth losing a sexual pet for such a vaulted cause,' agreed his wife. ‘To have this delightful physique proud and obedient, guided by the whip as she tows us wherever we wish... Mm, I cannot wait.' Her eyes sparkled as she pictured what Mina was going to look like as a pony-girl.

The stiff bodice was wrapped around Mina's torso and the laces tightened as much as possible, and then fetters were applied to her ankles. A push of a button had the floor chains retreating and drawing her legs apart, splaying her wide and applying more havoc to her stretched and suspended body. Mina's head fell back and she stared up at the ceiling as she whimpered in distress, stabs of pain flashing through her strained limbs as the leather jaws of the corset ground against her ribs and made it hard for her to breathe.

‘We'd best finish off before we add the rest,' Oceanus decreed.

‘Hold on, let me just grab my trimmer,' Tethys replied, moving away.

Riding endorphins set loose by the stress of enduring the process of being stripped and suspended, shaved, dressed and bound, Mina shook with apprehension as the hair strippers were once again taken up and activated, her exposed crotch obviously their next target. They began nipping at her pubes and her perverse need for excruciating discipline enabled her to relish what would ordinarily be considered an unbearable experience. Whimpering and groaning and jerking in her bonds, Mina's head lolled as she drifted off in a masochistic haze, reviling the pain even as it saturated her flesh with a terrible delight. The heads bit across her mound, delving into her bottom crack to remove every hair, leaving her utterly smooth. Her owners caressed her, and sighed with satisfaction.

‘Perfect,' Tethys said. ‘Just perfect.'

Her ribs gloriously squeezed by the corset's leather hourglass, Mina panted meekly, revelling in the painful constriction that seemed to crush any thoughts of resisting whatever her owners had planned for her. The matching crotch-piece was brought over, the triangular front buckled to the corset and the pair of ridged jelly dildos attached to it carefully pushed up into her loins. As the pliant lengths filled her hungry orifices she stiffened and moaned with rapture as the unnaturally large organs expanded her tracts to their delicious limits. And from the thong back of the crotch-piece, a conical leather stem sprouted and spilled a great plume of black hair - a tail that hung down to the backs of her knees.

‘That's it, slave, let it out,' Oceanus urged, ‘we want to see you express what you're feeling.'

The two dildos pressed deep into her pussy and her bottom and the slender strap at the back slid tightly between her buttocks as it was buckled into place.

‘I bet they feel wonderful, don't they, slave,' Tethys purred, ‘those big rods shoved all the way into you?'

‘They are there by our will, slave,' Oceanus told her firmly, ‘and they will stay there all the time to remind you that you belong to us.'

Mina quivered with pleasure as she shifted her loins against the soft intruders. Then he grabbed her tail and gave it a few tugs and she whimpered as the action played the crotch strap and moved the jelly lengths inside her to a minimal but intense degree due to their monstrous size, their ridges plundering her depths. With a contended smile, her master made her cavort against her trammels by exploiting the plugging toys, and then the thick leather suspenders at her sides were connected and tugged to a thrumming tension before being buckled into place. A dense studded collar with a strap hanging from one side was placed around her throat, the metal ring in front resting against her collarbone as its width forced her head up to perky attention.

The chains suspending her were finally given some slack, lowering her to the floor as the chains at her feet pulled back, forcing her down to her knees, at which point two more chains were brought up from the floor and attached to her collar, keeping her where she was, unable to rise, her arms still stretched straight up over her head.

Tethys said, ‘Let's sort out her hair before we finish off.'

‘Shall we go with a mane, or a single tail?' her husband enquired.

‘I prefer the tail, and it looks better with the bridle we'll be using.'

‘Very well, I agree.'

A set of rechargeable hair clippers released their purring hum into the air as Oceanus brought the implement over. The buzzing head rolled along Mina's skull, shearing away her hair in great tufts, the amputated strands falling to the floor in lush piles. Her head was completely shaved except for a single plume of hair high on her crown, a makeshift mane held in place with a tight black latex ribbon.

‘Shall I apply the bridle now?' Oceanus asked eagerly.

‘Hold on a minute,' Tethys muttered, ‘just let me get rid of these loose strands.' The soft bristles of a brush tossed aside the few lingering particles of hair on Mina's head, and then the bridle was brought over.

‘There, she's all yours,' Tethys said with satisfaction, stepping back.

The thick rubber bit was forced into Mina's willing mouth, the rings at the sides pressing against her cheeks. The straps affixed to the circle were set in place with precise motions, the band at the sides fastened about her head and pulling the wide bar deeper against the corners of her mouth, her teeth grinding against the slightly yielding but still relentless bit. From the lower portion of the ring another strap descended below her chin to cup her jaw and press it to the invasive strut. Another pair of straps rose to connect at her brow and ran across her head to grab the belt at the back, a slit in the leather allowing her ponytail to emerge from the band. Secondary straps ascended at her cheeks, rising up to the slit at her crown. They added no real additional strength to the bridle, but they did hold a set of blinkers that deprived her of her lateral vision, leaving her with a restricted forward facing view.

‘Right,' Oceanus crowed with delight, ‘that just leaves her arms, and we're ready to begin.'

‘You get the first one out and I'll get the glove,' Tethys said briskly, and one of Mina's arms was promptly set free as Oceanus held her tightly. The strength of his grip was not necessary; the brawn he applied to keeping her subdued Mina knew was intended to stoke her lecherous desires. She was aware that her beloved owners were considerate of all their slaves, always incorporating actions they knew would please them, acting not only to indulge their own passion for domination but also to ensure the submissives they used gained as much pleasure as possible from their service. Mina felt proud to be owned by such a beautiful and considerate couple as they gently forced her arm into a leather opera glove fitted with a metal band at the top and a dense manacle at the wrist. The mitten at the end bore no accommodations for her fingers, leaving her digits bunched together and useless within its close confines. The restraints were tightened to a more secure fit and padlocked to the rings of her corset, leaving her arms mobile but unable to break free of the corset and anchored to her waist. The strap at her collar met the strap at the top of the opera gloves, running down her shoulder and connecting to ensure she could not struggle free of the tubular restraints. Then her other arm was identically bound, completing her transformation from young woman to pony.

Chewing on her bit, Mina wriggled upon the dildos and waited while the chains holding her in place were snapped free.

‘Stand up, pony, and let's have a look at you,' Tethys commanded, stepping back with her husband to admire their work, smiling and holding hands as they beheld the final product.

Mina lifted a leg, and her hoof clopped against the stone floor. The sound made her smile even though it was a strain to force herself upright and stand on her new equine feet. She felt wonderfully constricted, her transformed appearance acting as an intense aphrodisiac.

‘Utterly delightful,' Tethys declared as she moved forward to caress Mina's nylon-smothered assets and tease her nipples through the suit's gossamer weave.

‘Definitely,' her husband agreed fervently. ‘I hope her persona as a pony is as pleasing as her appearance.'

‘Oh, I'm sure our little slave won't disappoint us,' Tethys assured him, spanking Mina's taut bottom.

Mina stiffened, her arms straining against the fastenings, her fingers making the slim gloves ripple as they fought to move. The casual smack sent heat coursing through her fresh welts, reviving them and making them burn afresh for a few tormenting seconds.

Removing reins from the wall, Oceanus clipped them to the rings against her cheeks, and using them to tow her along, her hooves clattering against the stone floor with each step she took in her new bizarre footwear. As she walked, Mina told herself she was now an animal. Owned and controlled by the beautiful couple, she was a pony in their care tottering forward with the awkward gait of a newborn foal. She pondered what effects her training would have on her. She vaguely recalled her loss of sentience during her stint as an eel, brought on by extreme sensory deprivation, and wondered if behaving like a pony day in and day out would produce similar results as time passed.

 

Led out of the dressing room, Mina was taken through one of the stalls and out into the open courtyard. Other nobles had risen by now and were working on their chosen fillies. Dressed in varying modes of riding attire, nobles trained their mounts to trot properly, to perform tricks or simply to obey verbal commands if they were particularly recalcitrant or unused to their new uniform.

Tethys stepped past Mina holding two dressage whips, the lengthy slender struts of punishment fitted with a thin, dangling cord at the tip and handles made of silver and ivory. She lifted a simple bolt to open the metal gate of a pen, and let Oceanus lead Mina into it. The soft dirt gave slightly beneath her hooves, leaving behind then U-shaped footprints. He moved to the centre of the arena, letting his hands slip through the reins and giving Mina more slack.

‘Okay, pony-girl, time for some exercise,' Tethys announced, shifting one of the whips to her other hand and tossing it to her husband.

Mina looked across at the other pens until the soft hiss of a whip cut the air and she felt it sting her bottom, the long stem cutting into her sensitive cheeks with a searing heat that made her toss her head back with a cry of shock the sensation was so unexpectedly savage.

‘Come on, pony, get those hooves moving,' Oceanus ordered, lifting the weapon again and preparing to repeat the lesson if she failed to learn from it.

Pulling unconsciously against her wrist shackles, Mina turned and broke into a steady romp around the pen, the welt he had given her pulsating distinctly across her already well marked buttocks. The vicious stroke had drastically increased her willingness to obey, the flare of pain melting her own willpower with its dark seductiveness.

‘Legs up, pony-girl!' Tethys snapped, her whip singing out as Mina skipped past her. The length crossed both her bottom cheeks, the lithe tip flicking around to paint an even more stern mark across her hip through the fine suit.

Mina staggered and swayed beneath the impact, jerking against her reins as she doubled up with a croaking wail of anguish. The weal throbbed, the fresh mark caused by the whip's mordant tip scorching her drastically, the sheer havoc it roused in her flesh for a moment crippling her ability to respond to commands. Yet straightening up, she managed to swallow the torment as though it was the sweetest candy as she launched herself back into a swift trot. Lifting her legs she continued at the limit of the reins, keeping her head high and tilted slightly back as the collar required. It was a strangely satisfying experience to be casually treated like a beast, her sentience ignored as the whip became her persuasive instructor.

‘Higher,' Oceanus demanded, giving a slight tug to her reins and pulling on the harness encompassing her head. The whip arched around, making her tense the moment she heard the telltale sound of its passage through the air, but awareness of its pending impact across her buttocks did little to assuage the excruciating agony of the woven stalk's cruel kiss. Croaking against the bit, her eyes moist with tears of hopelessly mingled resentment and satisfaction, Mina continued her prancing motions with even more gusto, pushing her body to its limits as she pranced in the exaggerated fashion her owners demanded.