Authors: Bruce McLachlan
Tags: #chimera, #erotic, #bruce mclachlan, #fetish, #ebook, #fiction, #domination, #submission, #damsel in distress, #cp, #corporal punishment, #spanking, #BDSM, #S&M, #leather, #bondage
âSomeone's been tutoring her, I'll wager,' his wife suggested, painting small whirls of sensation around Mina's clitoris with her fingertips, tracing a slow, methodical route that made Mina sob with delight around the phallus filling her mouth and nudging her throat.
Shuddering with the rising ecstasy of being masturbated by one of her owners while she pleasured another, Mina hauled at Oceanus with her tongue and lips and mouth, drawing out his orgasm and feasting on his murmurs of delight. Then, with a low growl, he poured his seed down her throat, baptising her tongue as she drank all he was able to give, milking his climax for all it was worth, her own rabid pleasure driving her on.
The noble stepped back finally, pulling free of her mouth and leaving her constrained and twisted in her bonds licking her lips, her chest having as she gasped with mingled pleasure and pain.
âI can see how close you are, slave,' Tethys whispered in her ear. âSoon you'll be dancing for us again, but don't you dare come until I give you permission. Yet perhaps I should stop and leave you hanging on the edge of release. Would you like that, slave?'
âOh, please don't mistress!' Mina was livid with distress at the mere prospect. âI've done as you asked!' Her rising plume of pleasure was too hot to resist; she simply could not cope with denial, not after her long captivity and period of isolation. To be inverted and bound, restrained and forced to service both her owners before being masturbated by one of them was so acutely arousing she felt she would explode if she did not give vent to the need raging inside her.
âI don't recall this being part of the bargain,' Tethys said cruelly. âI offered to crop you if you serviced us, is that not so?' She slowed the rhythm of her fingertips, threatening to stop if the answer failed to satisfy her.
Mina's pleasure began stalling, kept at a crucial point by Tethys's experienced ministrations but moving no closer to the heavenly goal of a climax. âYes, mistress, but please, it's been so long and I've missed you both so much, please don't deprive me. Desperation saturated every syllable of her plea.
âMaybe, maybe not, I'll decide in a moment.' She drew Mina closer and closer, making her fight to stop herself from coming. But battling the will of her body was more than she could handle at the moment; she was simply too aroused to be able to hold off. She needed permission right now or she would end up disobeying her mistress's command through no fault of her own.
âMistress, please!'
âNo, not yet,' Tethys snapped, working her fingers with skill and making Mina's mind boil as her synapses burned with the effort of mentally resisting an orgasm, every second a brutal war she barely won.
âOkay, you have permission, slave,' Tethys said at last. It took a moment for Mina to realise she was being allowed to climax. âCome on slave, let's see you come.' She accelerated her ministrations.
Mina's features contorted in a silent frozen cry as every fibre of her being tensed, and the shattering joy that flooded her made all her muscles ripple beneath it.
âThat's it, slave,' Tethys said contentedly as Mina thrashed against her bonds.
âThank me, slave,' she commanded. âThank your mistress.'
âOh thank you, thank you, mistress! Thank you for letting your slave come!' She sagged in her bondage, wheezing softly.
âGood girl,' Tethys murmured, lifting her wet fingers away and presenting them to Mina so she might take them into her mouth and clean them of her own juices.
Sucking her mistress's skin and the cut off latex fabric, Mina's mind reeled from the intensity of the ordeal as her limbs continued to release the occasional fit against her bonds.
âYou've earned your reward, slave,' Oceanus told her. âAre you ready?'
Mina had all but forgotten the beating she had begged to receive after being spanked. âYes, master, I am,' she said softly, closing her eyes and readying herself for the imminent trial.
The couple retrieved their crops and stepped behind her once more, each one targeting a cheek. The crops hummed their sibilant songs as they cut the air and applied their ferocious tips to a bottom already smouldering from a recent chastisement. The leather hoops etched hot welts into her skin, the flesh rising in trenches that burned like the sun, each stroke adding to the general fury suffusing her buttocks. Wailing and pulling against her bonds, Mina sobbed and begged for mercy.
Launching the implements against her flesh, the couple marked its property with welts of love, each one a terrible blessing to Mina as she endured them, reviling and revelling in each scorching kiss of the stinging black leather. Afterwards, they gathered close to her and offered the tips of their weapons to her lips, and shuddering from her trial and feeling purged by its savagery, Mina kissed them reverently.
âThank you, master, thank you, mistress,' she sobbed, tears streaming down her face as a mysteriously numbing euphoria washed through her burning form in the wake of the torment. Her body was charged with bliss, with a sense of utter and complete satisfaction, having been adored by the riding crops of her owners.
âGood slave,' Oceanus said quietly, loosening the rope around her arms and letting her straighten again.
She grimaced as her back protested, and still weeping with exquisite happiness, she hung in her bonds and watched as her beloved owners walked away, leaving her alone to treasure the ferocious ache in her buttocks.
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Fingers of early morning sunlight reached across the tops of the trees and caressed Mina's bound form. The night had been cool, but not cold enough to cause her any serious discomfort. Relaxed in her bondage, she had managed to sleep for long periods of time, her dreams infected with lustful images of being whipped, bound and made to serve others sexually. The intense prurient lust ignited by her escape from the depths was almost more painful than the ropes binding her. Fortunately, she had eaten before leaving the ship. The only thing that disturbed her slumber was the excitement she experienced wondering what dawn would bring, her enthusiasm to be trained by her owners making her heart race and filling her mind with hopes and possibilities.
The warm touch of sunlight stirred her from sleep as it travelled gradually across her suspended body. When it reached her face she was brought fully awake. Stretching as much as she could in her confined state, she yawned and sighed, feeling content and refreshed, the addition of suspension to her existence an uncomfortable but welcome treat.
Tethys and Oceanus were spry of step as they emerged from the manor house, the first of the nobility to exit the building this morning. Both had donned riding attire for the day's events, indicating they truly did intend to train her as their pony. Knee-high polished boots with silver spurs rested over tight white breeches adorned by a studded belt. Other than that they wore nothing else except short leather gloves. Tethys's breasts were fully exposed to Mina's hungry gaze, perhaps to tease her all the more. Both carried the same crops they had wielded last night. They quickly lowered Mina to the ground and untied her.
âDid our slave sleep well?' Oceanus asked her, running his hand down her spine. The soft leather brushing against her skin left goose bumps in its wake as she nodded weakly, her eyes narrowing beneath the exquisite sensation as she inhaled the crisp morning air.
âWe're going to take you to the stables and get you dressed, and then we'll start your training, slave,' Tethys informed her, and Mina stood to attention, ready to obey any order they gave. A furtive glance over her shoulder showed the angry imprints left by the pair of crops across her buttocks, the vivid welts distinct and vibrant against her pale skin, criss-crossing in an intricate web of purple strips.
âFollow us, slave,' her mistress commanded, and she and her husband led Mina towards the stables.
They passed through a pair of large doors at one end of the curved building. To the right lay a series of closed doors, plain portals hiding secret interiors from view. To the left were the individual stables, box rooms strewn with hay furnished with a trough of food and water and equipped with metal rings set in the walls. Some rooms had the saddle of its occupant placed on a beam, waiting for a rider to fasten it on his or her chosen mount. The two sections of the doors leading out of the stalls were located on the outer wall, the simple latches beyond the ability of the bound female ponies to operate. Some of these doors were open as Mina was led down the central path, the closed lower half serving to prevent exit while the open top half allowed passing nobles to see the ponies within.
The pony-women were bound in a number of different ways. Some were relatively free while others were terribly incarcerated, their extreme bondage tantalising Mina's penchant for claustrophobic entrapment. Some rested on their âhooves' with their arms twisted up behind their backs, their figures encased in latex, their bridled features connected to the wall via a chain. Others were stooped over, their arms locked within artificial forelegs, the weighted constructs rendering them quadrupeds, and the influence of the rest of their uniform preventing them from rising. And in case they attempted to do so, devious additions had been set into place to punish them for their effort.
Still more pony-women were joined together so the features of one were bound to another's rear end, thereby creating a form of centaur. Numerous different examples were on display, some with their flesh exposed and others locked within a bodysuit moulded to fit like a black second skin hiding them from view. The most amazing centaurs, however, were those created from one woman. They stood bound and adorned as their owners had seen fit, their bridled faces connected to their stable to prevent easy movement, and from the base of their spines their bodies and legs were that of a pony. Some of these girls were full-figured and covered by an artificial skin to add to the realism, others were thin and revealed more of the intricate core of the mechanism controlling the artificial animal legs.
The level of technology involved was impressive, but Mina knew it was possible. The toys she had used in the corporate world she'd been a part of had been many years ahead of what was ordinarily available. The most powerful people in the world were greedy hoarders of technology, keeping the latest refinements and breakthroughs to themselves to gain an edge over the competition. Once upon a time, secret agencies had possessed the money and the power to attract the finest minds, now multi-national corporations owned them.
They turned a corner and continued down the corridor to the door at the end. Tethys opened the portal, and Mina found herself in a chamber devoted to turning women into beasts.
The walls were lined with hundreds of outfits, and coils of chain emerged from openings in the floor and ceiling, the slender lines fixed to the restraints in which a slave was obviously placed during the process of bestial transmogrification.
Mina's owners led her to a set of restraints and snapped leather cuffs around her wrists. A few touches to a pad of buttons on the wall and a cranking rattle of mechanised motion sounded from above, lifting Mina's arms high over her head while spreading them, forcing her to balance on tiptoe. Then her feet left the ground and she was hanging in midair, the restraints digging into her flesh as she was racked by the suspension. She groaned with pleasure at her elevation, the prospect of what was to follow spicing her excitement.
A spinning purr of motion showed her hair strippers, the drum-like heads whirling with clasping sets of internal tweezers. âTime to be smooth again, slave,' warned Oceanus, lifting the device and looking over her helpless legs with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
Mina jerked in her bonds as the weapons swept across her skin, tugging hairs free at the root and stripping her legs bare. The machines worked swiftly, running in steady lines, and she occasionally struggled to move her legs away from the devices when the effects of their plucking teeth became too much for her to handle. But she was spanked mercilessly until she settled down again, making any period of reprieve from the implements a session of equally painful chastisement. Finally, the surface of her limbs was left feeling soft and smooth as satin and Mina was left panting and light-headed from the excruciating ordeal.
âThere, that's all for now,' Tethys said.
âYou took that well, slave,' Oceanus praised her while running his hand over her bottom. âNow we can start getting you into your outfit.'
Tethys brought over a delicate nylon garment. âHelp me get our slave into this,' she petitioned her husband, holding up an open crotch cat-suit. Pulling down the zip in the back, they manoeuvred Mina into the sleeveless garment, caressing the sheer weave across her limbs and erasing the wrinkles as she squirmed slightly with pleasure at being handled by both her beloved owners.
Thigh-high boots were then slipped onto her feet, moulding them into a smooth curve from toe to ankle, where the customized footwear fanned out into the appearance of a hoof concealing a stiletto heel. The entire area above the sole was fitted with a studded band of silver metal, and a matching metallic circlet gripped her thighs. Half of a buckled strap hung from the outermost side at the top of each boot, a dense suspender that could be attached to a belt and deny her any hope of kicking off the weighty footwear. The heavy boots placed more strain on her wrists, making her paw at them feebly.