The road drew them into the woods, the trees parting to let the path wind casually into their depths. Running upon the stone paving, Mina watched the lush scenery pass them by as she savoured the feel of being in her current diminished caste.
The sound of birds and buzzing insects arose to join the soft creak and squeal of the vehicle behind them, the soft purring murmur of their leather uniforms and the steady unified clop of their hooves.
The whip occasionally streaked forth, more to remind them of their station than to actually discipline, both of them starting to relish the sudden addition of intense fulgent sensation to their wiggling buttocks.
The branches that reached out overhead often broke to let streams of light descend upon them, their jog through the small clearings like a strobe light as they danced from shadows to glorious cascades. The smell of the forest was strong after the recent rains, the lingering dampness making the air succulent and moist, heady with the scent of flowers and life. Mina was elated by the voyage, feeling refreshed, satisfied, at peace with herself and her world. Only in the heady afterglow of a session with her owners or a similar agency had she felt so content.
The dense wall of trees began to thin, offering clearings and then small fields where the road rolled across some low hills, faint mimics of the mountain peak, each covered in an emerald blanket of grass.
A pull to their reins dragged their heads to the left, affixing their blinkered gaze to a side path. The paving continued for a short way as they dragged the vehicle in the new direction, leaving the main route behind. A mound of stones appeared beside the road along with various building tools wrapped in canvas to protect them from the elements. The unfinished task of building this section of road suddenly brought them onto the dirt track that had existed prior to the construction. The compacted soil was a little softer than usual because of lingering moisture, but it was still an easy terrain to negotiate, easier even than the trail they had been forced to charge madly down. Cresting a hill they saw the ocean spread out before them.
A drag to their reins pulled the bits deeper into their mouths, tugging their heads back. Mina moaned softly with glee at being so forcefully controlled, her fingers straining against their tight mittens as she savoured the moment. The strap against her corset pushed into her as the weight of the carriage shoved against them both, their hooves fighting the impetus and bringing the vehicle to a slow halt.
Standing on the makeshift road, they panted and caught their breath, the sudden end of their exercise leaving them deprived. While they recovered from the long trot, they looked across the stretched realm of leaves before them, the green sea moving suddenly onto a strip of yellow before surrendering to the vast stretches of ocean. After the barrier of reefs and sandbanks that surrounded the island and created churning areas of turbulent current and white surf, the other islands were visible. The crooked spires jutted angrily from the ocean, some of them little more than malformed rocks or boulders, while others had smoothed areas of jungle clinging to them, or were wreathed by a halo of golden sand.
A pull at the corner of her mouth turned her head left again, turning them from the sight and to the hill once more. The whip snaked out, raking its woven tongue upon their rears, the scorching kisses demanding their compliance. Straining against their harnesses they pulled the vehicle aside, drawing it onto the grass and along the hill. The grass gave a little underfoot, the soft carpet smooth and slightly slippery to their hooves, making their tread more careful and precise.
The reins again pulled back, drawing their heads against the rear of their collars. Their ponytails flapped against their spines and shoulders, wafted by the slight breeze that spilled over the hill. The wind rustled the sheet of grass, the slender emerald fingers beckoning them forth in undulating ripples of motion. The suspension of the vehicle shifted restlessly, making the arms that held the ponies move, revealing to the blinkered steeds that the driver was slipping from her perch.
The sound of the door opening was joined by sounds of movement as the passengers disembarked, employing the woman that had jogged behind them for the whole journey.
Their owners approached and appeared before the two steeds, both of their eyes now hidden behind mirrored sunglasses as they began to unfasten them from their posts.
Once set free of the carriage, their reins were removed and the maid furnished them with leashes, the short chains allowing the two nobles to keep control over their ponies. Removed from the arms of the contraption, their wrists were once more moored to their sides, and they were led to where the maid was busily preparing the picnic. A blanket had been laid down and the woman was carefully unpacking the food and drink from the hamper and arranging it in readiness.
‘Lay here, Trisha,’ ordered Oceanus, pulling down on the lead to have the girl stretch procumbent along one edge of the blanket. Using her as a long pillow, the two sultry nobles relaxed onto her body, their fingers idly tracing her leather-bound flesh as they observed the scenery.
A pull to her leash had Mina kneeling beside Tethys, her eyes lowered with respect, and also so that she might study the body of the woman, scrutinise the leather and the alluring flesh of her owner as she twirled a crop and held her leash.
‘I told you this would be the best place for a picnic,’ commented Oceanus, laying back, his elbows against Trisha’s corset, propping himself up on her as she lay docile beneath them, her face resting on the weave. Her eyes were closed and her breathing steady, her equable outlook on being used like this soothing her to an extent where she was drifting into sleep, making up for the previous night’s deprivation.
‘Definitely the best,’ whispered Tethys, setting her crop aside and leaning over to kiss him.
‘Slave, some drinks if you please,’ Oceanus stated absently, reclining onto Trisha as he observed the view.
The maid produced glasses, filled them with red wine and handed them to the two nobles before returning to the task of preparing the food.
‘And two bowls of water for our ponies here,’ added Tethys.
A pair of small ceramic bowls were filled with cool water and set before them both. Mina leant down against the confines of her corset, her bound arms unable to support her as she put her lips to the cool liquid and began to drink as easily as she could. Trisha’s task was a little harder because of her prone position, but the thirst they had acquired from the run had her make the required effort and drain most of the bowl.
Once the Nobles had taken what they wished of the picnic, they ordered the maid to pack away the plates and cutlery that had been used, which she did with her customary exuberance, enjoying her vocation immensely. Then Mina was suddenly turned from her vacant watching of the sea when her leash was pulled, forcing her to shuffle closer to the couple as they embraced and tenderly kissed one another. Tethys straightened up and pulled down, bringing Mina over her lap, her rear raised across the thighs of the woman, exposed and vulnerable to attention.
‘Such vivid marks,’ commented Tethys, running her nails gently against the pelt of Mina’s contused rear, the lines from the lunge whip pronounced and distinct against the older marks of discipline. ‘They must be quite tender,’ she added, pinching one of the effulgent lines, the increase in pressure on Mina’s sore rear making her wriggle slightly. ‘Mmmm, that’s what I like to see,’ she commented, rubbing Mina’s rear as it performed its enticing dance.
A leather-clad palm slapped Mina’s rump, the shock letting a slight pip of distress emerge from her lips. She stiffened for a moment and then settled, accepting another spank across her buttocks as the woman pressed the small of her back, holding her down to be ready for more. The palm dropped again and Mina moaned, elated that she was being chastised, the delicate pain arousing her immensely. Tethys continued, increasing the heat in Mina’s rear, the elderly bruises and fresh weals an incendiary force that helped magnify the temperature. She squirmed upon the woman’s lap, her c
heek pressed to the blanket as Oceanus stroked the soft pelt of re-growing hair upon her head, the spiky tufts rustling under his soothing caress. Fingers ferreted under the front of her crotch strap and pulled, riding the shafts against her, causing her head to rise from its reclined position and release a licentious purr.
‘Ohhh, such a hungry little beast, isn’t she, beloved?’ commented Tethys.
‘Indeed, it seems our little Mina is ruled by animal passions, all caught up in being a beast,’ chuckled Oceanus, enclosing a fist to the base of her ponytail and pulling back, lifting her visage so he might kiss her lips, parted by the bit. ‘Maybe we should consider giving her some relief?’ he offered.
‘Perhaps, but are we really decadent enough to consider bestiality? I mean, this is a pony we’re talking about. Are we that disgustingly sick?’ She laughed, adding another trio of hearty smacks to Mina’s rear as they teased her with the prospect of release from her frustrations. ‘Mmm, I think so,’ pronounced Tethys, slapping Mina’s rear once more, bringing tears to her eyes as she strained her arms against the leather sleeves.
The buckles at the back of her crotch strap were opened, followed by the front so that the trespassing shafts could be removed from her.
‘Okay, girl, get that rosy bottom up,’ ordered Tethys, hooking a finger into Mina’s rear and dragging upwards, the sudden intrusion by a saliva-moistened digit causing her to gasp with shock and delight.
Raising herself onto her knees, Mina kept her face to the floor as Oceanus stepped behind her, opening his shorts and taking hold of her hips. Tethys gathered in the chain leash, keeping her fist tightly to the strand of metal, ensuring Mina was well aware of its presence, emphasising her submission. The head of Oceanus’s engorged length brushed against her aching loins, its passage bringing her to a quaking fit of expectation.
‘Steady, girl, steady,’ he smirked, teasing her, brushing her inner thighs, running the length through the valley of presented moist vulva, gathering the slickness along his length as she ached to feel him run the hot spear into her. She wished she could somehow manipulate her own sex, have it suck to his shaft and drag him in and give her that which she so fervently craved.
Tethys’s other hand reached under her and snagged a nipple, squeezing the erect teat in a firm pinch. A drawn moan poured from Mina’s throat as she felt the compression begin its customary menu of effects upon her, the deep throb starting to well within them, increasing as the woman slowly turned her hold, rotating the nugget with casual indifference to Mina’s gurgling moans.
‘I think she’s about ready, my love,’ smiled Tethys, pulling slightly against the nylon-sheathed flesh, and no sooner had the words been voiced than Mina threw her head up and unleashed a howl of bestial rapture as Oceanus drove into her, sheathing himself to her very limits.
Unable and unwilling to form words, Mina groaned in rhapsody as he held to her corseted hips, feeling the compacted nature of her waist as he thrust lethargically into her. Oceanus was taking his time, relishing the feel of her as she gripped and squeezed to his shaft, her legs trembling with riots of delight.
‘That’s it, dearest, make this pony whinny for us some more,’ uttered Tethys, with a lust-stained growl, tugging gently at the captive nipple.
Accepting the advice, Oceanus removed himself from her hot belly and instead pressed himself to her rear, the lubrication of her sex allowing him to part her anus and delve down into the furthest regions of her rear passage. Mina yowled with ecstasy, her head dropping back to the blanket as she sobbed and mewled in pitiful tones, overwhelmed by the feelings. She was lost to the intensity of him driving into her. His fingers sank into her buttocks, prying them apart, holding her open for him, her body unable to deny his wishes as he continued to intrude with regular precision.
Removing himself from her rear once more, Oceanus again plummeted back into her womb, lifting her from her knees, the battering ram of sensation that fired into her belly almost more than she could stand. His pelvis bounced against her proffered rear with each drive, Oceanus using her in full as her arms pulled vainly against their intractable bonds, her fingers trapped, her arms flapping uselessly as each breath fought the grip of the corset. Her maw ground upon the solid bit that marked her as their animal, lines of saliva running out to seep into the blanket as tears ran down her cheeks and joined them. Sobbing with pleasure, the dazzling flares of climax romping through her as she quivered upon his manhood.
Still unsated Oceanus continued, making Mina squeal as she was pushed further into ecstasy, her thoughts being scrambled by it until she felt him swell within her and then break into the chaotic fits of final release. She felt a distinct influx within her that spread and dissipated as more was added with his final quivering drives, stealing all the pleasure he could before slowing to a halt. Propped against her hips he paused a moment, capturing his breath, his hands clenching to her, relishing the feel of her nubile flesh still impaled upon him. Drawing free, Mina shuddered and croaked with the return of potent sensation, her body sagging as though his length were a vampiric force that had siphoned away her very essence.
Settling back onto the thighs of Tethys, Mina closed her eyes, breathing softly, her body flickering with an occasional spark of animation.
‘There, good girl,’ said Tethys, stroking her stubble, the backs of her nails running along the dark fuzz as Mina lay inert upon her.
She felt her hindquarters being manipulated and she groaned as the dildos were threaded back into her wetness, the buckles of the crotch strap being tightened.
‘Are we all packed?’ asked Tethys, as her husband massaged the leather bond, rocking the intruding weapons within their fleshy scabbards.
‘Yes, mistress,’ answered the maid, her voice soft but strained from having witnessed such an erotic exchange while remaining starved of her own relief by the belt and the smothering folds of her latex attire.
‘Shall we be off, my sweet?’ asked Tethys, turning to her husband as he sprawled on the blanket, stretching into the sun like a contented predator mulling over the full belly wrought by its latest kill.
‘Whenever you’re ready,’ he answered with little attention, his mind wandering through its stupor.
‘Re-harness our mounts, slave,’ commanded Tethys, reaching over and stroking the braided tendrils of her spouse as he lay with eyes closed, his hands behind his head, resting on them as he breathed softly.
‘Yes, mistress,’ certified the woman, taking up both sets of leads, pulling the two ponies from their positions and drawing them back to the vehicle. She worked with indifference, and fastening them back into place returned for the hamper, which she again placed on the rear of the phaeton.
Opening the door for the couple, the human footrest scampered into position and Tethys and Oceanus climbed back into the plush interior, making the conveyance rock with the new burdens.
The maid retook her seat and furnished herself with the whip and the reins of her steeds before whipping them back into activity. Mina was still in the heady afterglow of their coitus, and each sting of the whip was a further excitement to her sense of jubilation.
The carriage turned around and they drew it back along the dirt trail, pounding their hooves steadily to the earthen floor before riding back onto the paved road.
Once more upon the main route, Mina spied another vehicle heading their way, travelling closer with each galloping step of its paired mounts.
‘Whoa!’ demanded the maid as the passenger of the other vehicle waved to them, beckoning them to stop. The reins drew back more forcefully than ever before, making Mina sigh with licentious longing as her head was craned back, the bit digging in as the whip gave her a stinging bite of encouragement. Their hooves skidded a little on the stone as they fought the velocity of the carriage, stopping the vehicle.
‘Who is it?’ asked Oceanus.
‘I believe it is Lord Poseidon h
imself, master,’ answered the maid, familiar with the subtle nuances that would betray the identity of the imperious ruler of the island.
‘I wonder what he wants,’ pondered Tethys.
The fragile looking gig bore a soft seat, almost like a padded armchair, in which reclined the form of Poseidon. The man was clad in leather trousers and tall boots with spurs shaped like rows of tiny tridents. A close-fitting vest bore the same emblem of his heraldry, and studded bracers covered his forearms, his bared hands clutching the reins and a lunge whip.
The gig was led by two centaurs, the two arms of the gig extending forward and parting into a pair of forks that ran each side of the paired beasts, holding to them with leather straps.
‘Good afternoon, Tethys, Oceanus,’ began the Noble, drawing his steeds to a halt before Mina and Trisha, letting them study up close the intricacies of the centaurs. The women were panting from their run, their eyes full of tears from Poseidon’s liberal use of the whip to make them sprint.
‘Good afternoon, Poseidon. What’s up? Why the rush?’
‘I’m just taking these two out for a spin, get them more used to their lot,’ he answered lightly, giving a slight pull to the convergence of reins in his hand. The centaurs mewled as the delicate tips of their breasts were pulled.
‘New recruits?’ asked Oceanus.
‘No, they’re experienced ponies, but its their first week as centaurs,’ he replied.
‘Exquisite,’ murmured Tethys, with a libidinous tone as she beheld the anxiety of the doomed slaves. ‘They look wonderful, all distressed and confused.’
‘They’ll come to love it soon enough, they all do with the right encouragement,’ stated Poseidon.
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