Beyond Charybdis (10 page)

Spinning away playfully, Mina dashed recklessly into the woods, the joy of being able to run free and head wherever she wished intoxicating her. Skidding to a halt, she adopted a petulant pose and wiggled her tail in Trisha's direction, teasing her before starting to run again, encouraging her to give chase and follow her lead.

Together the two pony-girls scampered through the forest, weaving through the maze of trees, their hooves pounding the ground, their bodies honed for speed by a week of relentless exercise. Now they were free to exploit their strengthened physiques however they saw fit, the act of running no longer a punishing chore because they were dashing madly through the wilderness not trapped in a machine, which made physical exertion a delightful blessing, recreation rather than torture.

Mina vaulted over a fallen trunk, her body soaring and then landing in a tense crouch, her supple form doubling over with an animal's protective instincts as she found herself exposed in the heart of a small clearing. The ceiling of interlaced leaves gave way above, letting her drink in a dazzling view of clear blue sky.

Trisha jumped into the clearing and sashayed forward, and Mina spread herself across the grass as the girl padded softly over and knelt down beside her. She leaned over and grazed Mina's nipples, brushing them with the tip of her tongue through her bit and making her sigh and gasp with pleasure.

Bending one of her legs, she ran the top of her boot against Trisha's loins, rubbing the crotch strap to move her dildos. The girl stiffened and her tongue grew livelier against Mina's stiff peaks before moving up over her nylon-encased mounds, placing kisses over her breasts as she sought her mouth. The two pony-girls let their lips touch, and kissed as best they could through the impediment of their bits, the implements feeling as much a part of them now as their own tongues.

Lying beside each other resting on their sides, they continued their passionate, hampered exchange, their bound hands reaching out to paw at each other's crotch bands. They lacked the manual dexterity to pluck open the buckles, but they could still slip the point of their gloves beneath the tight strap and pull at it, creating the most subtle of rocking motions, which caused the ridged shafts inside them to rub back and forth and in and out to a minor degree. Their plugged tracts increasingly damp with lust, they kissed wildly, the slow and painstaking process of gaining satisfaction making them wriggle and sob with frustrated pleasure. They lay in the sun manipulating each other's belts, helping each other towards the heady peaks of bliss they so badly craved. Mina was burning with need from her week of diligent fantasising while exercising, while Trisha undoubtedly needed an orgasm to help her forget the pain of her enforced training.

Mina tossed her head back, her cheek slipping against the tickling blades of grass as she howled through her bit, her mouth open as she screwed her eyes shut and shouted with pleasure. Her vaginal muscles contracting around the jelly dildo penetrating her, she was hauled slowly through her orgasm. She was desperate to make it quicker and more intense, but the straps were misers and allowed only a gradual savouring of bliss. Weakened by the drawn out ecstasy, she continued operating Trisha's belt as best she could, and moments later the girl was shrieking wildly into the forest air, her rapture echoing between the trees as she was finally granted orgasmic relief.

The two pony-girls remained huddled together, kissing each other, running their tongues over leather and nylon and exposed flesh, dedicated to the sensual banquet of exploring one another in the cosy afterglow of climax.

With a strain Mina lifted herself up, raising her arms over her head and arching her back as best she could in the confining corset in a luxurious stretch. Then she looked around and listened in an effort to determine what direction lay closest to the ocean, for she was on a small island and would come upon it soon enough no matter which way she went.

Trisha regained her feet and looked to Mina for guidance, clearly willing to follow her anywhere.

On a whim Mina began jogging to her right, out of the clearing and back into the jungle. The cool shade of the trees enveloped them, an occasional stray ray of sunshine winking across their polished figures.

A short run brought them closer and closer to the thunderous sound of waves breaking on a beach, and finally the pair of ponies stepped off dirt and grass onto soft sand. The particular area of beach onto which they emerged was fairly deserted, a few rocks facing out to sea carved in the form of mermaids imprisoning slaves who watched the horizon but never saw freedom until Poseidon decreed it.

Padding across the sand, their hooves sinking silently into the yielding surface, the pony-girls slowly approached the rolling waves. Then Mina chuckled and broke into a run, dashing along the water's edge and splashing through the crashing and ebbing waves. Pearls of salty water lashed her as she trotted at the edge of the sea, sometimes forced to lift her legs high even as her watertight boots kept her dry.

Trisha did not wade in as far as Mina, opting instead to run on the firmer sand left behind by the waves as they flowed back out in the ocean, her hoof marks creating two wavering lines behind her.

Then just as abruptly as she'd headed for the ocean, Mina ran back towards the trees, and merged again with the deep shade of the wilderness where she looked around wondering how she could amuse herself next. Spying a broken branch, she walked over to it and lifted her foot. Running her hoof along the stem, she trimmed off a few dead sprouts and crouched down to examine it more closely.

Trisha trotted over and watched Mina with bewilderment, as placing the branch between her thighs, she threaded it beneath her crotch strap. With the leather band locked over the wood, she started pulling her body forward and back, riding against it. The anchor to her crotch strap proved to be an admirable device, allowing her to haul the plugs further out of her passages, almost bringing them to the point of full departure from her. Then she relaxed and let the elasticity of the straining belt shove them back in, filling her with pleasure. She groaned, the exquisite feeling of penetration filling her belly and sphincter with flashes of rapturous heat. She gasped around her bit as she rode the branch, wildly thrusting the plugs in and out of her pussy and her bottom with increasing speed while praying the branch would not snap until she climaxed.

Trisha stepped in front of her, kissing Mina all over as she pounded her sex and her buttocks with the trespassers. Kisses across her breasts were a delectable treat combined with the thrusts of her intimate companions, and her legs shook as she cried out onto the warm tropical air, beset by a shockingly intense orgasm.

Climbing down from the plateau of bliss, she unfastened herself from the branch and arched her back as the strap shoved the rods back into her, her hypersensitive membranes lighting up with fresh waves of feeling as they plunged. Staggering, she tried to regain her composure, but overwhelmed by the full presence of the dildos she collapsed across the grass, her hooves kicking the ground as she rode the intense experience.

Unable to resist what she had seen, Trisha threaded her crotch strap onto the branch and began rocking back and forth towards her own satisfaction. It took Mina some time to recover from the event, and by the time she was able to lift herself up, Trisha was squealing and bucking like a wild beast. The girl was barely able to keep going against the fierceness of her pleasure, fighting to push her body onward until she had exhausted the full supply of ecstasy the experience could provide. Then her wail resounded through the forest as she came free of the branch and the plugs jammed themselves back into place deep inside her, felling her with sensation and leaving her twitching spasmodically on the ground beside Mina.

Looking up, Mina found that the day had darkened somewhat, a sheet of clouds having emerged from the horizon and drifted across the sky to blot out the sun. The atmosphere was pregnant with rain, holding onto vast bellyfuls that could drop at any moment. She indicated the ominous sight to Trisha once the other girl had recovered from her elaborate masturbation, and together they began walking slowly back towards the beach. The moment they stepped out from beneath the shelter of the trees, the heavens opened with a torrential assault, throwing down heavy droplets that slapped against them and punched small craters in the sand.

Standing perfectly still, Mina threw her head back and drank in the feel of the cool deluge lashing her, pummelling her bound body, drumming on her skin-tight uniform. Her hair was a slick tail down her back, the water crept beneath her attire, and her nylon cat-suit stuck to her body shimmering like plastic from the moisture linking and filling very tiny hole of its weave.

After permitting herself a prolonged communion with the elemental forces of nature, Mina turned to Trisha and looked her up and down. Soaked through and streaming with water, her ponytail flat against her back, her black-clad body reflecting light like a dark mirror, she was an even more tantalising vision than before.

With a nod of her head Mina indicated the cliffs of the mountain peak towering at the centre of the island, and began walking towards them, hoping to find shelter amidst the monumental spire of stone. There had to be caves there; such a rocky façade would have been honeycombed with caves either by volcanic activity or the endless assault of the eroding sea.

Walking the path of sand between the ocean and the piercing pinnacle of stone, Mina soon spied an aperture and headed for it, eager to be out of the rain. Wandering into the shadows of the rock, Mina was surprised to see light emanating from deep within the craggy passage. Meandering between the boulders, they emerged into a large cavern, where they discovered the smouldering remains of a fire and several blankets spread out across the soft sand, the imprint of people's bodies still upon them.

The fire would have poured smoke through an angled blowhole forged by the waves, which provided a natural chimney while keeping the interior of the sea cave warm and dry by protecting it from wind and rain alike. The pile of logs had burnt down almost to ashes, but extra fuel was piled nearby, apparently left behind by the noble or nobles who had entered this place to play.

Mina sat down beside the dying fire and used her hooves to clamp hold of a log. She lifted it up in a scissor grip and placed it carefully on the fading embers. She added another log, and then another, and was gratified as the weakening flames began feasting on the fresh wood, curling around it and hungrily devouring the new sustenance, their flames dancing strongly up into the air again.

Warmth spread out from the fire, caressing their tightly bound forms, and Trisha, shivering with cold, moved closer, spreading herself out on her side and cuddling up on the blanket. Mina spooned up behind her, helping to warm the cold pony-girl, and the two of them huddled close, their bodies releasing faint trails of steam as they dried. They lay together watching the flames lick and spit, the soothing crackle of the logs echoing through the cave. Mesmerised by the sight of the flames, they found solace and comfort lying by the fire pressed together, their helplessly bound forms as one.

Content and lazy, they dozed off, relishing this meagre time together and enjoying it to the full. But they knew they had to return to the stables, and as the fire once more began dying, they lifted themselves up and wandered back towards the mouth of the cave. The rain was still coming down hard outside, descending as an obscuring sheet, rendering the world a variety of grey shadows and erasing the horizon. The tide was beginning to come in, creeping up the slender beach, giving them only a little time before their way out of the sea cave was cut off. Mina was tempted to deliberately become stuck in there, which would give her and Trisha more lovely time together. People would search for them and find them, but their disobedience would be exonerated by the tide. She did not wish to upset her owners, however, for she loved them passionately, and for that reason, not out of fear, she obeyed them now, as always. Although it was tempting to gain punishment for the crime of tardiness, she was more eager to have them be proud of her obedience and loyalty.

Turning to Trisha, Mina smiled warmly and kissed the girl before she walked out into the rain. The water rolled over their forms once more, banishing the cosy warmth the fire had ignited in their flesh. Moving onto the sodden sand with Trisha close behind her, Mina headed back towards the trees and entered the forest, walking in a straight line hoping to come across the main house while the canopy of leaves provided a little more protection from the deluge. The pitter-patter of droplets overhead was almost deafening in its intensity as streams of water wound down the trunks and through breaks in the ceiling of leaves and branches.

The open field around Poseidon's mansion finally came into view between the trees, and together the two pony-girls stepped out onto the well tended grass, walking slowly and calmly back to the stables through the storm's onslaught. They found their stall open and waiting, and a single maid manning the door in expectation of their return. The girl was young, perhaps in her late teens, her long red hair tied into a plait that hung down to her chastity belt. She was short and slender, her eyes dark and full of a passion that reminded Mina of the smouldering fire she had helped stoke back to life.

‘Welcome back,' she said with a slight English accent, giving them a smile as she let them into their stall and applied their reins. She clipped them back to their rings and locked them to the wall, making Mina sigh with anticipation as rain played a soft drum roll across the roof of her new home.