Read Online Beyond Charybdis by Bruce McLachlan - Free Book Online
Authors: Bruce McLachlan
Tags: Fiction, S/M, Ebook, BDSM, fetish, submission, bondage, domination, Erotic, spanking, corporal punishment, leather, chimera, damsel in distress, cp, bruce mclachlan
Ads: Link
Minaâs lips, and she devoured the food as best she could, the loss of her thirst having been replaced by an intense hunger.
âLay on your belly in front of the pony, slave,â Oceanus commanded the serving slave, and the girl promptly stretched herself out before Mina. Oceanus dropped bits of sandwich meat along the girlâs back, following her spine down to the gentle slopes of her lovely bottom. âThere you go, pony-girl, a trough for you to feast from.â He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, a sparkle in his eyes as he watched Mina intently.
Draping herself forward, she started feeding off the girl, her lips brushing the soft skin making her sigh and shiver with sensual pleasure. She devoured all she could, sucking the bits of meat in with a motion of her constrained tongue and then swallowing against the demands of the bit. Once she had cleared her living plate she ran her tongue along the girlâs silky skin, gathering up any residual flavour, evoking soft moans from the prostrate slaveâs throat as she delighted in her lot, aching for relief as her sexual frustrations were magnified by Minaâs oral caresses.
âThere, isnât that better?â Tethys asked rhetorically; she did not really expect a reply from Mina.
âTo the pens?â Oceanus rose with a slightly disgruntled growl, having grown comfortable in his chair, but equally enthused to see Mina being trained again.
âCome on, pony-girl,â Tethys ordered, pulling on the reins as she stood up. The leather straps tugged at Minaâs face, moving her away from her sentient dining table and forcing her back onto her hooves. Her belly was comfortably full, and she had just adored the sweet flesh of another slave girl. The lunch break had put her in considerably high spirits.
She was taken back to the pen and set at the end of Tethysâs grip, while Oceanus hovered around her and applied his whip to her forcibly as she trotted around the pen. The sun soon slipped behind the cathedral of stone towering over the island, spreading a cool and welcome blanket of shade across the perspiring pony-girls. But the heat remained aggravated by Minaâs exertions as she exercised and pushed herself to her physical limits for the pleasure of her owners.
On and on she trotted, the dildos shifting slightly with every step she took, her exhaustion fighting a constant, rising arousal as the tiniest movement began lifting her towards a lethargic climax. The strap was too tight to actually let her gain relief, but it teased her relentlessly, making her relish her status of slave all the more fervently as she enjoyed being whipped around the pen at the reins of her owners. Many times she slacked her pace somewhat to relish the mordant caress of the implements plugging her and to gasp with perverse joy beneath the searing kiss of the whip.
Finally, shadows began gathering around the pen as a wild and angry series of red and orange stripes decorated the western horizon like welts inflicted by a divine whip, the fierce glow of colour visible through the trees as the sun battled for every last second of dominance before submitting to the softly falling darkness.
âWhoa, girl!â Tethys said at last, yanking on the reins and slapping her whip across Minaâs breasts, stinging them painfully to make her skid to a halt. She gasped for breath after the long run, her body aching and soaked with perspiration again. Her throat was painfully dry and her loins chafed from riding the dildos for hours on end. âI think we can call it a day,â Tethys sighed, running her bare forearm over her brow and brushing back some loose strands of her short hair.
âLetâs get her cleaned and in her stall, then find a slave to freshen us up and help us get changed for tonightâs beach party,â Oceanus said briskly, leaning against the fence as a centaur on the other side caught his eye.
The woman who formed the
âLay on your belly in front of the pony, slave,â Oceanus commanded the serving slave, and the girl promptly stretched herself out before Mina. Oceanus dropped bits of sandwich meat along the girlâs back, following her spine down to the gentle slopes of her lovely bottom. âThere you go, pony-girl, a trough for you to feast from.â He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, a sparkle in his eyes as he watched Mina intently.
Draping herself forward, she started feeding off the girl, her lips brushing the soft skin making her sigh and shiver with sensual pleasure. She devoured all she could, sucking the bits of meat in with a motion of her constrained tongue and then swallowing against the demands of the bit. Once she had cleared her living plate she ran her tongue along the girlâs silky skin, gathering up any residual flavour, evoking soft moans from the prostrate slaveâs throat as she delighted in her lot, aching for relief as her sexual frustrations were magnified by Minaâs oral caresses.
âThere, isnât that better?â Tethys asked rhetorically; she did not really expect a reply from Mina.
âTo the pens?â Oceanus rose with a slightly disgruntled growl, having grown comfortable in his chair, but equally enthused to see Mina being trained again.
âCome on, pony-girl,â Tethys ordered, pulling on the reins as she stood up. The leather straps tugged at Minaâs face, moving her away from her sentient dining table and forcing her back onto her hooves. Her belly was comfortably full, and she had just adored the sweet flesh of another slave girl. The lunch break had put her in considerably high spirits.
She was taken back to the pen and set at the end of Tethysâs grip, while Oceanus hovered around her and applied his whip to her forcibly as she trotted around the pen. The sun soon slipped behind the cathedral of stone towering over the island, spreading a cool and welcome blanket of shade across the perspiring pony-girls. But the heat remained aggravated by Minaâs exertions as she exercised and pushed herself to her physical limits for the pleasure of her owners.
On and on she trotted, the dildos shifting slightly with every step she took, her exhaustion fighting a constant, rising arousal as the tiniest movement began lifting her towards a lethargic climax. The strap was too tight to actually let her gain relief, but it teased her relentlessly, making her relish her status of slave all the more fervently as she enjoyed being whipped around the pen at the reins of her owners. Many times she slacked her pace somewhat to relish the mordant caress of the implements plugging her and to gasp with perverse joy beneath the searing kiss of the whip.
Finally, shadows began gathering around the pen as a wild and angry series of red and orange stripes decorated the western horizon like welts inflicted by a divine whip, the fierce glow of colour visible through the trees as the sun battled for every last second of dominance before submitting to the softly falling darkness.
âWhoa, girl!â Tethys said at last, yanking on the reins and slapping her whip across Minaâs breasts, stinging them painfully to make her skid to a halt. She gasped for breath after the long run, her body aching and soaked with perspiration again. Her throat was painfully dry and her loins chafed from riding the dildos for hours on end. âI think we can call it a day,â Tethys sighed, running her bare forearm over her brow and brushing back some loose strands of her short hair.
âLetâs get her cleaned and in her stall, then find a slave to freshen us up and help us get changed for tonightâs beach party,â Oceanus said briskly, leaning against the fence as a centaur on the other side caught his eye.
The woman who formed the
Similar Books
