Beyond Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  ‘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.

  ‘Someone’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.

  ‘I can see how close you are, slave,’ Tethys whispered in her ear. ‘Soon 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?’

  ‘Oh, please don’t mistress!’ Mina was livid with distress at the mere prospect. ‘I’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.

  ‘I don’t recall this being part of the bargain,’ Tethys said cruelly. ‘I 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. ‘Yes, mistress, but please, it’s been so long and I’ve missed you both so much, please don’t de
prive me. Desperation saturated every syllable of her plea.

  ‘Maybe, 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.

  ‘Mistress, please!’

  ‘No, 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.

  ‘Okay, you have permission, slave,’ Tethys said at last. It took a moment for Mina to realise she was being allowed to climax. ‘Come 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.

  ‘That’s it, slave,’ Tethys said contentedly as Mina thrashed against her bonds.

  ‘Thank me, slave,’ she commanded. ‘Thank your mistress.’

  ‘Oh thank you, thank you, mistress! Thank you for letting your slave come!’ She sagged in her bondage, wheezing softly.

  ‘Good 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.

  ‘You’ve earned your reward, slave,’ Oceanus told her. ‘Are you ready?’

  Mina had all but forgotten the beating she had begged to receive after being spanked. ‘Yes, 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.

  ‘Thank 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.

  ‘Good 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.

  Chapter 3

  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.

  ‘Did 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.

  ‘We’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.

  ‘Follow 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 ‘hooves’ 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. ‘Time 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.