Beyond Charybdis (3 page)

Passing the first of the rocks rising from the water, Mina saw the statues were alive; women had been encased in stone shells and set as trophies upon the rocks. Their eyes were visible inside small ovals permitting them a view of the sea, their stone cells penetrated by internal hoses, enabling them to remain inside their immobile tombs for lengthy periods of time.

The sand grated against the yielding hull of the craft with a scraping hiss as the motor forced them up out of the waves onto the beach. Two Hispanic looking women promptly paddled over and took hold of the bow as other slaves hurried down the beach from a paved road leading into the trees. Wading into the water, they took the suitcases from the boat and headed back up the trail with them.

‘Well, here we are,' Oceanus declared, jumping out onto the sand and extending a helping hand to Tethys, whose heels sank into the soft surface, forcing her to walk on her toes until she reached more solid ground.

‘Come on, Mina, let's go,' he called over his shoulder, waving her out of the boat where she still sat staring dreamily out at the tranquil, lovely island.

The sand clung stimulatingly to her feet as she followed her masters, the feel of the particles shifting beneath her bare toes and tickling her soles making her giggle like a child. The euphoria gripping her heart and mind in those moments was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She felt completely at peace, her life full of new promise and wonder.

Crossing the beach, the couple waved to a few shadowy forms lounging beneath umbrellas, their features hidden by sunglasses. Most of them were either naked or wearing only token garments.

The delicate chirping of birds and the music of leaves rustling in a gentle breeze gradually replaced the sound of waves breaking against the sand. The slender road wound between the trees, the shaded air of the forest cool and moist and saturated with all the heady scents of untamed nature. Then the trees gave way to a large meadow so lush it resembled an emerald carpet. A sizeable mansion rose from its heart, built entirely of wood and dotted with individual balconies accessed by sliding doors. Mina could see people relaxing on these vantage points being tended by slaves as they enjoyed the sunshine and the temperate climate. The main doors were fronted by a sizeable portion of pavement into which had been secured whipping posts, gallows, stocks and other heavy engines of restraint, some of them currently occupied, some not. In the rapidly dying light, a woman was lighting torches set in iron shafts approximately five feet high that supported metal braziers forged in the shape of flames. The jagged fangs rose up to mimic the genuine article as the woman placed a flame in the interior of each one, the small pyres flinging up a cascade of flickering yellow and orange light and banishing the gathering darkness.

To the right of the house sat a squat and windowless oval building, the purpose of which was impossible to determine from its façade. Then whinnies and neighs reached Mina's ears, distracting her from her contemplation of the strange building and drawing her attention to what she assumed to be an ordinary stable shaped like an L to the left of the mansion. The wooden barracks encompassed a courtyard where metal fences divided the area into individual pens and training grounds. The occupants of these were the source of the sounds, but there was no normal beast in evidence.

Human ponies were undergoing their regime of indoctrination - women sealed in a variety of costumes and prancing about at the command of whip and crop, their hoofed feet pounding the rich soil beneath them. Taller torches were being lit in this area as well, that were slightly more dense in construction, the wider bases providing more support, apparently for safety reasons, so they could not fall and harm a helplessly bound slave.

The slaves carrying their luggage entered the house while Oceanus and Tethys paused in the courtyard to wait for Mina to catch up. As she arrived between them, they smiled and indicated a set of gallows.

‘We shall be leaving you in bondage for the night, slave, to prepare you for tomorrow,' Tethys informed her, one hand on her hip, the other running down the polished wood of the main support beam.

‘You still want to be trained as our pony?' Oceanus asked soberly.

Mina looked up into his eyes and nodded fervently. ‘Yes, master, I do.'

His smile deepened as he kissed his wife before preparing the gallows for Mina's bondage. They looked ordinary, except there was no noose at the end of the rope, from which hung a heavy set of leg-spreaders. A cluster of three hoops were sealed to each end of the iron bar, and onto these had been clipped a set of sturdy leather fetters. A collection of riveted straps was configured to create a funnel-shape for the foot, with other bands for the ankles made of soft padded leather to ease the strain of suspension. The rope holding the contrivance ran through hoops set in the wood and connected to a winch placed at the side, making lifting a slave a vastly less taxing feat.

‘Lay down on your back,' Tethys commanded.

Mina swiftly spread herself across the cold stones, her lowly position leaving the gallows and her owners towering over her, emphasising her feeling of servility as they each took hold of one of her ankles and lifted it, slotting her feet into the awaiting straps and tightening them to an exact fit, the cushioned interior clamping gently to her extremities. Once she was secured, Tethys turned the crank and the mechanism quickly gathered the rope, lifting Mina's buttocks into the air and then her back, her shoulders and finally her head, leaving her swinging gently to and fro, her legs splayed wide by her confinement.

Her wrists were drawn before her and locked into a set of matching shackles. The padded leather enclosed her joints and the D-rings that lay on either side were all captured by a single padlock, so she could not remove them from her wrists or even part her hands. Rope was fed around and joined her elbows, pulling them together behind her. Her cuffs were then dragged to her belly as her elbows were hauled closer in a familiar pose, depriving her of the use of her arms.

Left hanging in the cool air of early evening, Mina watched impotently as her two owners looked her over lustfully, clearly fighting the urge to succumb to their carnal passions.

‘Is our slave happy?' Tethys asked with a purr in her voice, running her hand down Mina's thighs and squeezing the firm flesh.

‘Yes, mistress, I am glad to be yours again,' she replied truthfully.

‘Such delightfully pert mounds... they just scream for abuse, don't they, Oceanus?' his wife mused, tracing a finger across Mina's buttocks. She then thrust her digit through the cleft in her bottom cheeks, riding down the tight valley and across the fabric covering her pudenda. ‘So desperately in need of discipline, and so hungry for it,' she went on dreamily, and pulling Mina's panties aside she shoved a finger into her moist sex.

‘Oh, mistress,' Mina gasped, her hands clawing at her bonds as she shuddered with ecstasy, feeling the finger swirling insider her in lazy circles.

‘Would our slave like a sound spanking before we retire?' Tethys offered. ‘Would our slave relish such attention, or revile it?' Her other hand reached down and cupped one of Mina's inverted buttocks.

‘Oh yes, please, mistress,' she begged, keen to feel such chastisement, her long exile from sensations leaving her desperately hungry to taste what she had missed so much.

‘Shall we give our little pet what she wants?' Tethys asked her husband.

‘How could we resist such a tempting sight?' he replied, stepping up beside his wife, who abandoned Mina to embrace him. The two nobles kissed passionately, stoking the fires of their libido, their hands wandering sensually over each other's bodies.

Oceanus was the first to pull back. ‘Ready, slave?' he asked, his free hand resting on Tethys's hip as he flexed the other in preparation.

‘Yes, master, I am your slave to do with as you will,' she whispered, closing her eyes and bracing herself.

He brought his palm down hard on her bottom, clapping the flesh with a loud smacking sound. She gasped from the pleasure, rapture spawning inside at the thought of being punished by her owners as she hung defenceless before their eyes. He concentrated on one buttock to make it glow with its own internal fire, until it was hot and prickly with sensation, and then he paused, leaving her panting and heart racing, her body quaking slightly as though an invisible force was fucking her.

After a moment of contemplative silence, Tethys applied her hand to Mina's other buttock, repeating the treatment with her virgin cheek, her hand ringing applause against Mina's tender flesh, flesh unaccustomed to maltreatment and yet so desperately in need of it.

After tenderising their slave's skin and making it hypersensitive to the slightest touch, Tethys and Oceanus began spanking her together at a more leisurely pace. Their palms slapped against her bottom, and lingered there to relish the feel of the abused skin, sometimes pinching or squeezing it to make her groan. On occasion they assailed her inner thighs to increase her havoc, and once or twice slapped her between the legs, cruelly smacking her damp sex.

In a stupor of exquisite delight, Mina trembled and moaned beneath each new impact, her body writhing against the immobilising bonds.

‘Would our slave like something more substantial?' Tethys asked, and slapped the tender area where Mina's thighs merged into her bottom.

‘Oh yes, mistress, yes,' she groaned wantonly.

‘You have to earn it, slave.'

‘Anything, mistress,' she promised. ‘I'll do anything.'

‘You would have to service us both, slave,' Tethys explained, lifting Mina's head by the hair so her scalp resounded with distress.

Mina clenched her teeth, yet the pain only added to her willingness to do whatever her owners said. ‘I will, anything for you, mistress,' she whimpered, the roots of her hair protesting vehemently at being pulled.

‘Good slave,' Tethys purred, releasing and permitting her to swing back into her upside down position, her legs spread wide, her buttocks and thighs turgid with heat. ‘Ready, slave?' She stepped in front of Mina's face, one hand dropping to take hold of the zipper at her loins and lower it slowly.

‘Yes, mistress,' she whispered, her eyes wide with anticipation as she watched the latex-clad body of her beautiful owner close in, the dark fabric shining in the torch lit tropical evening.

Taking hold of the back of Mina's head, Tethys forced her face into the leggings, and Mina's tongue spilled through the aperture to fawn on a hot wet clitoris. The taste of her mistress was like nectar to her palate, the flavour of another woman's pudenda a delight she had not enjoyed for what felt like an eternity. The feel of the soft, slick tracts sliding against her tongue was pure bliss.

‘Oh, that's it slave... good slave... I can see you haven't lost any of your old skills,' Tethys commented breathlessly as she rode Mina's face. The gorgeous dominatrix tossed her head back and exhaled deep, rhythmic breaths into the cool twilight.

Buried amidst intimate flesh and latex, Mina was in heaven, lavishing her devout attentions on the swollen clitoris between her lips.

In mere moments Tethys was crying out with pleasure, emitting heady moans as she rejoiced in Mina's skilled cunnilingus. Once she had ridden the spires of an orgasm, she gently released her slave's head and stepped back, leaning into the arms of her husband for support, her features slack and her body languid with prurient intoxication.

‘That was quite something,' she muttered, kissing Oceanus as he gazed at Mina with ravenous desire in his eyes. ‘And now it's your turn, my love.' She kissed him as her hand fell to his open breeches and pulled out his swelling member. ‘But first let me get her into a better position for you.'

Mina's elbows and wrists were set free and her arms dragged behind her, the shackles used to lift her as the rope was attached to and thrown over the spreader bar. Hauled over the metal beam, the woven coil was drawn in, bending her around, hoisting her up by her arms so she was doubled back, her spine aching a little from the contortion. With her features brought almost upright by the cruel position, she tried not to resist the bondage knowing she would only make it worse for herself if she struggled. Groaning softly, her jaw trembled as the pain in her back and arms grew worse, punishing her relentlessly as she was forced to maintain the unnatural position.

‘There, all set,' Tethys decreed. Mina's face was now upright and able to service Oceanus much more readily despite the vicious impositions of her current position.

He stepped forward with celerity and fed his rigid length into his slave's gaping mouth.

Mina swallowed the engorged flesh and locked her lips to it. Recalling her training under Atlas, she employed all the skills she had learned from his stringent lessons, rocking her head back and forth and attending to her owner's pleasure with as much skill and devotion as she could muster in her constraining bondage. Her growing discomfort only seemed to add to her enthusiasm, magnifying her diligence and her skill as her body ached and her mouth watered from the wonderful taste of him.

‘She has improved with age, that's for certain,' he remarked softly as she lapped and sucked his stiff organ while he clung to her thighs for support.