Beyond Charybdis (6 page)

The dildos within her shifted with each bounding cavort of her hooves against the soil, the raked dirt increasingly marked with the circular imprints of her hooves. Mina was glad she had filled her time of decompression on the ship with intense exercise, for otherwise behaving like a pony would have left her a wheezing and enervated wreck after only a few laps. With her current level of fitness she was at least free to enjoy her training as the whips continued goading her on.

‘That's it, pony-girl, keep those legs up!' Tethys shouted with gusto. ‘And head back!' She gave Mina another capricious lick with the whip as she trotted by.

‘Now a little faster,' Oceanus urged. ‘After all, we want to get our pony nice and fit.' He applied a trio of gentle flicks from his whip across her straining buttocks that served to aggravate the ache of her existing welts without causing her any fresh trauma.

Marching round and round at the limit of her reins, Mina listened to her owners' commands and did as she was told, the dressage whips falling constantly to keep her mind and her submission strong and focused. Rhythmic stings from the whips were her constant companion, the more stern flavour of the wicked weapons only becoming evident when she slowed her pace or let her rigid prancing posture grow slack. Of course, on numerous occasions she deliberately failed to keep pace and to hold her back straight, letting her performance slip a little in quality so she could suffer the exhilarating scourge meted out by her masters that made her feel wonderfully owned and debased.

It was pure bliss to be steered around and totally controlled in a pen made for an animal, her eyes staring intently out from between her blinkers in an effort to catch sight of her beautiful owners whenever she passed them. Her prurient lusts fed on the image of their perfect bodies, presented to her in the arousing role of implacable trainers of submissively sensual creatures like her. Her tail swept against her legs, brushing her bottom cheeks as her ponytail, all that remained of her hair, caressed her shoulders. Her breasts bounced inside the sheer top, a slippery sheen of perspiration making it shine as she performed the rigorous and monotonous exercise of trotting around the pen.

The sun crept up into the blue sky, pouring its golden bounty across the island and warming the air. At first the stables and trees provided a decent amount of cooling shade, but eventually the sun rose above them all, leaving the pony-girls to toil and serve beneath its penetrating rays. It would be a good few hours before the mountain afforded them some protective shade again, but the stables were arranged so the holding pens only admitted a small amount of light, shielding the human fillies and mares within from the full force of the sun's harsh eye.

Fully exposed, her nylon cat-suit growing moist with her perspiration, Mina continued exercising for her owners. Her muscles ached, and her buttocks smouldered as the blood rushed into her sensitive welts. But her previous life before she became a slave in Charybdis had taught her all too well how to resist fatigue and push her body beyond what it would ordinarily be able to tolerate, her stamina and determination brooking no defeat.

Finally, the couple stopped urging Mina on with their whips and wiped the sweat from their own brows as they rubbed their weary arms. ‘I think she deserves a break,' Tethys sighed.

‘I don't know about our pony,' Oceanus stretched his back and flicked the whip across Mina's rump one last time, ‘but I certainly need one.
Whoa
girl,' he commanded, and brought Mina to a halt with a soft swipe of the whip across the front of her thighs.

She stood to attention, panting, her chest rising and falling against the oppressive corset, her limbs seeming to burn from within.

‘Let's get something to drink, hose down this filly and take a rest,' Tethys proposed, opening the gate as Oceanus gathered in Mina's reins, capturing them near her face and leading her out by them.

Immediately behind the stables was a courtyard accessed solely by metal shutters placed along the outer wall of the stable. A single road led into the forest, its paved line vanishing amidst the trees. An expanse of grass divided the courtyard from the side and back of the main building, where Mina discovered there was a large patio, the flagstones strewn with chairs, lounges, tables and brightly patterned umbrellas. Slaves, naked except for collars and chastity belts, attended the Nobles enjoying this area, while other slaves provided comfort in the form of human footrests and tables.

Mina was taken to the edge of the patio where a standpipe bore a coil of green hose. Oceanus handed his wife the reins and slid into a seat nearby, taking refuge in the shade and beckoning to one of the serving slaves. A tanned Hispanic girl carrying a serving tray promptly wandered over to him, her buxom form sauntering against her chastity belt.

Tethys led Mina onto the grass and paid out her reins, taking the hose with her as she went to join her husband.

‘Bring us the usual, slave,' Oceanus smiled up at the girl as she straightened up from her respectful bow, ‘and some lunch.' He subjected her to a flick of his whip to send her scampering back into the building.

Tethys squeezed the pistol-like nozzle of the hose, and a spray of cool water streamed from it that splashed across Mina's body, making her gasp with shock and tense against her bonds. The sensation was overwhelming, the cold water in such stark contrast to her hot flesh that she shuddered from head to toe beneath the chilling cascade. The leather corset became saturated as the water seeped beneath it, cleansing her smothered skin.

Tethys ensured Mina was completely refreshed by the powerful stream, and then angled the hose so she could soothe her parched throat by gulping down mouthfuls of water before letting it wash across her flushed face. Then the dominatrix took great delight in playfully teasing Mina by shifting the waters aside to make her totter after them, trying to keep up with the cool flow so she could continue quenching her thirst.

The serving slave returned and laid down a tray laden with sandwiches and two colourful cocktails adorned with extravagant plumage. Then rather than dismissing her, Oceanus gestured for her to kneel at his side so he might stroke her lovely figure while chatting idly with his wife.

Tethys shut off the hose, leaving Mina standing in a puddle of water on the grass, her breathing deep and steady and her body shivering slightly as sunlight caught the water droplets covering her and began warming her up while also making her sparkle as if covered with gems.

‘Come here, little pony,' Tethys commanded, pulling at her reins as she tossed the hose back towards the standpipe.

Mina obeyed at once, her hooves clapping onto the stone patio as she was led in close and then tugged down to her knees beside her mistress. Kneeling to attention, her blinkered eyes were facing the field behind the main building, a smooth expanse of grass stretching out to the trees.

‘So, what'll we do next to our little filly?' Tethys asked her husband, running a hand over Mina's shaven head and down her plume of moist hair.

‘We should probably opt to run her for the rest of the day,' he suggested, idly caressing the serving slave kneeling obediently beside him. ‘This fitness training will be good for her.' He raised his drink, took a deep sip, and sighed contentedly as he leaned further back in his padded chair. ‘Ah, that's the stuff. This island is unmatched anywhere. Poseidon certainly knows how to treat his guests.'

‘Did I hear my name?' a familiar voice enquired. Mina heard footsteps approaching from behind, but obedient to her beloved owners, she resisted the urge to turn around and look. Instead she remained still and tense, chewing softly on her bit.

‘Poseidon!' Tethys exclaimed with what sounded like genuine pleasure. ‘Please do join us. We were just commenting on your wonderful retreat here.' She sipped her own drink contentedly.

‘Thank you,' Poseidon replied, ‘I believe I shall.'

‘How
did
you come by it?' asked Oceanus, his words muffled slightly as he chewed a bite of his sandwich.

‘I have friends here and there,' the Titan replied amiably. ‘A few illicit favours provided to a certain government and it was more than willing to let me create my own little empire out here. In fact, a few high-ranking officials make this their favoured vacation spot.' He chuckled as a serving slave appeared as if by magic to pull out a chair for him.

‘Are these slaves from Scylla?' Tethys wondered as she reached down and presented a piece of fruit to her pony's lips. Mina leaned forward and nuzzled her face into her owner's palm, experiencing some difficulty in getting to the juicy fragment over the bit. Once it was in her mouth, she mulled it over and swallowed carefully, her tongue doing most of the work of softening it up and breaking it down since she could not use her teeth. Stretching her jaws wide, she slipped her tongue out around the bit and lapped up the trace of juice lingering on her lips as best she could, savouring her humiliating position as much as the taste of the fruit.

‘No, so far I have recruited all my slaves myself,' Poseidon replied proudly. ‘They are all willing and genuine submissives saved from humdrum lives and given purpose and direction by their tenure here.'

‘Not bad.' Tethys nodded, glancing at the slave her husband was still idly caressing. ‘Not bad at all.'

‘How many Titans are here at the moment?' Oceanus asked languidly.

‘Not many,' their host informed them, owner of the island and Mina's personal saviour. ‘Most are probably still blowing down from the complex trying to make it to the party on time. Everyone else is from the other sects.'

‘I don't see much identification.' Tethys's seat creaked as she glanced over her shoulders at the other nobles enjoying the island's decadent lifestyle.

‘It's one of my unwritten insistences,' Poseidon explained. ‘I don't like the obvious means of sect membership here; there's too much factionalism in Cabal. Getting rid of such trinkets helps keep things more amicable.'

Listening intently, Mina abruptly realised her owners were not wearing their rings, which fit in with their altered titles.

‘It's gotten that bad?' Oceanus sounded concerned. ‘I had no idea.'

‘Being on the complex severely limits our awareness of the outside world,' his wife reminded him in a disgruntled whisper, clearly none too pleased with Charybdis's blackout on information.

‘It's not
that
bad,' Poseidon assured him. ‘It's rare, but it does happen. I mean, the Parisian sect and the sect from Berlin constantly bicker and moan about each other's presence. Getting rid of their markings tends to make them a little more tolerant of each other. There's plenty of other sects that don't mix well, but that's as good an example as any.'

‘I've heard some rumours of it,' Oceanus admitted, ‘I reckon they're both just playing for extra power by getting rid of a neighbouring rival.'

‘There's an underlying animosity between all the European sects. It's just one of those things spawned by territory and proximity, and emphasised by the unification occurring there. The borders are dissolving and people are getting paranoid of losing their identity.'

‘Good point, I suppose it's natural,' Oceanus sniffed disdainfully.

‘Human nature,' Tethys chuckled.

‘So, how is the pet you wanted me to help you rescue from her doomed fate?' Poseidon changed the subject.

‘She's fine now,' Tethys replied merrily, ‘and glad to be back with us, where she belongs.' She reached down and yanked Mina's tail, making the jelly dildos rub their ridged surfaces against her tracts. She moaned and tightened her inner muscles around them, straining to maintain her required pose amidst the playful rocking of the strap against her crotch and the resultant shift of the pliant interlopers inside her.

‘I saw her in the pens.' Poseidon regarded Mina lustfully. ‘She looks exquisite as a filly. How long did you have her as a pony in the complex?'

‘We didn't, today is her first day,' Tethys replied proudly, wiggling Mina's tail and making her grit her teeth against the bit as her belly succumbed to a delightful swelling of sensation.

‘Really?' The Titan seemed genuinely surprised. ‘Well, congratulations. She performs wonderfully for someone so inexperienced. New ponies are normally dropping from exhaustion after a few hours at a good trot. She must be exceptionally fit.'

‘There's that, but there's more to it. Remember, she's been an eel for months,' Oceanus reminded his host.

‘She's got stamina, then. More than I've seen in a newborn filly for a long time.' Poseidon's voice was deep with admiration.

‘Now you see why we were so eager to get her back,' Tethys purred. ‘She's quite something. She adapts well, she's devoted, skilled, eager and flawlessly loyal, once you've won her over.' She continued playing with Mina's tail, making her shiver and causing her breathing to quicken as the plugs began sliding more freely inside her and her belly grew warm and her pussy moist with desire.

‘Well, I've got to get back to my duties,' Poseidon sighed, pushing his chair back and rising. ‘I've a few projects I'm working on for the party and I want to make sure they work properly.'