“Master,” I called as he stepped inside the carriage. He smiled seeing me. Though I felt discomfort from the carriage being huge and gemmed to the point of it being wastefulness and having golden seats as soft as a feather pillows, I smiled back warmly.

“You look reasonable, though we should get you better outfits.”

“When Rarity comes, why not give her work?” He eyed me, and frowned rather intently. I looked down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

“Very well. I suspect she will enjoy it.” I smiled looking up.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Call me Sir or Jerard in public, but never Master. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Jerard.”

“We aren’t in public right now.”

“Yes Master. I’m sorry,” I said quickly, and he clenched his teeth somewhat. “S-so what’s the play about? I’ve never been to one like this before.”

“Ah, it’s a tragic romance. I think you’ll enjoy it.” I nodded, and he opened the window to the drivers. “To the theater.” The carriage started moving as I looked out the window. “When we get home, I was thinking of whipping you.” I looked at him.

Something about his statement just seemed, off. He didn’t seem to enjoy it. Like it was bland to him. While him getting bored wasn’t the best thing, getting whipped wasn’t the worse thing either.

“What kind of whip?” I asked smiling. He looked me up and down.

“I don’t know.” He paused. “Maybe an oak-bark whip.” I went across to him, and he looked down at me. He smiled, enjoying the thought more.

“How do you want me to scream?” He shivered. “Do you want me to scream ‘Yes Master,’ and moan for more?” He cringed. “Sit down, and don’t talk like that, especially when it could take us hours before we return. I got you into CU because I didn’t want to ruin my reputation as a royal by just taking you.” I went back to my seat.

Peering out the window, I spread my legs enough to look innocent, but just enough to allow him to imagine. He swallowed and looked away from me. I smiled having caught him. Master was having a hard time keeping down, and he didn’t want to get hard in public. Clothes did have an advantage.

“Are you alright, Master? You're sweating a bit.” He looked at me. I ravenously licked my lips, making him stare at me. “If you like, I’m sure I can find some way to cool you off. Maybe if I lick a bit of your sweat?” He sighed, getting hard. “Oh, looks like something else is coming up before the show.”

“You have till we get to the theater.” I giggled and went over to him. I licked him, and he pulsed.

“I don’t even need that long.” I wrapped my tongue around him and slid his member down my throat. I used my tongue like a soft blade, and he covered his mouth as he moaned. I moved down, barely scraping it with my teeth to make him tender. It didn’t take more than a minute before he finished. As he came, his seed streamed deep down my throat.

“That relaxed me.” I pulled off with a wet pop, licking my lips. He used a rag to wipe the sweat off his face and body. He looked at me grinning at him. “Also, I’m punishing once we get back. I told you to stop, and you didn’t.” I kept my now half-hearted grin.

“You told me to stop saying things.”

“Talking back now?”

“No, Master.” I said quickly.

“No? Lying and then disobeying me? Not only that, but your saying no to me? I didn’t say you could tell me no. You’re my pet.” He opened the window to the drivers. “Go back home. I’ve changed my mind about going to the play.”

“Yes, Sir.” A stallion pulling said, and he closed the window.

“I’m going to make you regret making me miss this play.” I looked down. That came out of nowhere, or at least for the most part.

“I’m sorry.”

“Showing no respect either.”

“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean-”

“Excuses only make you look pathetic! I'll beat that out of you. Mark my words, you’ll listen to me.”

“But-but Master. What about the play? Are you sure you want to miss it?”

“You made me miss it. I can’t exactly go walk around looking sweaty. No, we aren’t going to the play, and your punishment is double for trying to trick me.” I stared at him. His smile was bringing me to panic. The carriage stopped, and he opened the door. “Out.” He growled. I got out. He followed behind me, all the while pushing me back into his manor.

“Sir?” Al questioned.

“We’re back. I thought it best not to let Scootaloo outside for a while. I'll be taking no visitors.”

“Yes Sir.” Master pushed me along with his hoof. I walked, staring at the ground and trying to think of a way out of this. Nothing came to mind. Tears rolled down my face. I was wondering what he’d do to me. We went down the right hallway on the main floor.

“This door.” I froze scared. “Also, we haven’t started yet, so stop your sniveling!” I looked at him. “This is only the beginning.” I looked at the metal door as he opened it.

“Please Master. Don’t-don’t do this.” I cried lightly, doing my best not to run. Doing that would only make it worse.

“In.” He growled and I started to shake trying to move. “Now!” I swallowed as his magic forced me into the room. He walked in after me and slammed the door. My eyes went wide. I was inside a torture chamber with a myriad of tools on the walls, many of which I didn’t even have names for.

A bench went around all three walls. Three tables were in the room, and a very nice silver knife set was sitting next to a large black metal box. A large sink or was it a bath? It was to the side, along with a rather large furnace. A large cabinet stood to the right and left of the door. Hooks and other things hung from the ceiling.

“Please, Master!” I cried backing away from him. “Please, I was good. I thought you were relaxed!” He frowned.

“I am.” He lifted me up with his magic, ripping my clothes off and sending me into the large black metal box. I tried to get out, but he slammed the box shut with a slap of his hoof. The side hit my hoof sending me back into another wall. I whimpered while holding my hoof as pain and panic coursed through me.

Sound and light disappeared. I looked around in the blackness, panicking as the walls started to constrict around me. Loud bangs made the walls strike me. Causing me to slap into the other wall. I screamed. I was scared, confused, and in pain. He opened the box’s side to me. I was crying and breathing fast.

“No more, Master.” I begged.

“But you’ve only been in there for a few seconds, and we have five hours ahead of us. I wouldn’t want to get bored, now would I?” He closed the box and slamming my hoof back inside as he did it.

“NO!” I screamed as the walls started to crush me again, making me try to push the walls away while gasping for air.

It was pointless, they wouldn’t budge. After some time, the air started to burn my lungs. I started to kick around violently against the walls in order to break out, but the walls only sprung back to hit me harder. Something warm and wet made me sick. I turned, slipping around in it and sliding into the walls. I paused realizing what it was—my blood. I was bleeding, and I couldn’t tell from where!

The bangs stopped after a while, and I looked around the slick darkness, searching for a way out. However, the box was perfectly smooth, that is other than the corners. I searched, but couldn’t find anything that would allow me out.

A bang from above smacked my snout hard, making me spit out blood and turn. The side I turned to hit my snout, but it sent me into the other wall. It pushed me forward causing the other wall smacked me again. I tried to roll up into a ball, but the box was too tight for that. I barely had room to shift around, or at least it would change each time I thought I’d figure it out. I held still after a while, letting the walls pound me. Master opened the side to let light burn my eyes and air freeze my lungs.

“Still alive?” He asked. I took in hard breaths while looking over myself. I was covered in bruises and blood. I had several cuts on my body. I also had blood coming from my mouth and face.

“Ye-ye-yes.” I took in a painful breath choking on the freezing air. “M-m.”

“Not using the proper respect again.” Terror went through me.

“M-mas-mast-Master.” I said, trying very hard to speak gasping.

“Maybe I'll let you out when you learn respect.”

“No.” I whispered. He slammed the door again. I held still the best I could, closing my eyes and counting the seconds. Yet with each second I counted, it only seemed to get longer and longer. A bang made me lose count somewhere after a thousand and something.

I balled up the best I could, trying to protect my snout, but that was about as useful of an idea of swimming with sharks while bleeding. The walls didn’t care if I tried to protect my snout; they were faster and stronger than me. After a dozen hits, I started counting each time the wall would hit me.

One was where I started, or so I thought. I no longer remembered after a hundred and sixteen. My mind slurred, and my memory confused me. I tried to keep count, but I lost it after three hundred. Then it stopped. I had stopped trying to protect myself after a while. It hardly matter. My body was dough. Everything hurt, yet somehow nothing was broken.

“Oh my, you need a bath.” I opened my eyes. I was looking at Master, he had opened the box at some point. He pulled me out with his magic and threw me into the wall. Blood spattered around me like a sponge. Something cracked as I fell into water. My body was too sore to move, so water rushed into my lungs as I lost my breath. He pulled me out and I coughed out bloody water.

“Tnan, eou-plra.” I managed to choke out, but it didn’t make any sense. I shook confused. Not even my thoughts made sense.

“What!? You’re still not clean?” He shoved my head under the water, controlling my entire body with his powerful magic. I choked, having been unable to get a breath. He pulled me up. I gasped trying to breathe. “What’s wrong? I thought you enjoyed baths! You sure had a long one earlier!”

“Mas…”

“Still no manners?” A sack flew into the air, and he put me inside. I was too numb to fight his magic. The top closed. I was in darkness once again as water nipped at my hooves as he submerged it. I wished more than I tried, pushing at the side of the bag.

The bag only stuck to my legs. It was compressing me. Forcing me to gurgle the bloody water as invisible rope fastened to my snout, forcing me to breathe through my bloody nose. The bag twisted and turned flipping around in water. I was forced to act like a fish. He opened the bag, giving me air. Allowing me to suck in air hard and coughing after a deep breath.

“N-n-n-n-no m-m-m-more.” I begged now shivering freezing cold.

“Ugh, and we just went over this!” He closed it, and water filled the bag again, but then something changed as I hit a wall. I looked around, and another wall hit me while I was still in the bag. He had thrown me back into the box!

“No!” I yelled crying as the bangs came back hitting me, then something went wrong. Up was no longer up, and down was no longer down. It went for a while, sending me into a vertical confusion. The walls smashed against me, making me go limp. He pulled me out and threw me back into the water. Still in the sack. I didn’t fight the water this time. Not that I had last time. I just curled up into a ball the best I could. He opened the bag and looked at me crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“Noth-ing Mas-ter.” I said, surprising myself as to how I spoke real words. He pulled me out with his magic and smiled. My eyes drifted to a clock. We had only been here for twenty minutes, but it felt like days. I started breathing faster.

“Lying to me. Now that’s something we need to cure you of.”

“Yes Ma-ster.” I said. He kissed me, making me kiss him back, but it was more like drinking my own blood.

“Oh, this is wonderful, but first.” He pulled off a thing from the wall with his magic and floated it over to us. “Do you know what this is?” I looked at it. The thing had two forks on either side of a long stake with a strap in the middle.

“No Master.”

“No? I told you not to tell me no!” He slapped me as he grit his teeth, sending blood across the room dirtying his already bloody hoof guard.

“I don’t know, Master!” I cried.

“That’s better. It’s called a heretic’s fork.”

“Heretic?” I asked confused. He made my chin lift up, and it fitted to my chest. He let go of my head. It pricked me, making me lift up my head higher. He moved it up higher adjusting it and forcing my head painfully high.

“Since you lied to me, I'll be using it on you.” He put a large burning metal X onto my back, which stopped me from bending my legs. It was hot to the point of being uncomfortable, but not searing pain. He then strapped my hooves to it, preventing any movement. He slid me back into the wet bag, and then into the box. I hit the wall of the box being forced to stand up right unable to move. The walls could move so I fit in it easily. “I'll come back in the morning, after you’ve learned to never lie to me again.”

I tried to talk, but pain went down my throat, making me whine. He chuckled and closed the box, darkness again encompassing me. I started to panic as scalding water started to fill up the box. I struggled somewhat, but only to realize just how painfully tight the straps around my hooves were.

“No, no, no.” I begged crying in my head as the fear of drowning filled me, only to get stabbing pricks from the fork. The water stopped. I tried to jump, but I couldn’t move trying to find air, but only to find a wet bag. I started to panic, unable to breathe.

It took me a long time to calm down enough to figure out how to gulp in air by the small amount of movement that I could manage. After a short while the water made everything fine as I realized I could breath. The fact it was hot was uncomfortable, but not bad. A banging made a wall hit me and I hit another wall slamming my head against it. I whimpered in pain as my head bounced drowning me again just barely.

The hits were at random, but they always hit me hard. Making me hit another wall painfully bouncing against the metal X I was strapped to. If it wasn’t for something inside me. I would’ve passed out and let the water take me, but it was enough that I could survive. An eternity later, the water shifted and the bag went into the air no longer being inside the box. The top opened and magic pulled me out of it.

“Ah, did you have a nice sleep like me?” Master pulled off the fork and the X I was strapped to. I gasped lightly, finally able to breathe normally. He smiled as the water emptied out. “Oh look at you, all filthy.” I had relieved myself over the night time, and I was covered in it badly.

He washed me in clean water, making sure to drown me in it at times, but pulled me back before I blacked out. I was no longer scared of drowning. It was now as calming as sitting in a park watching the sunset.

Once I was clean, an intense blistering heat came over me from his magic, making me moan loudly. However, it wasn’t a moan of pain. It was something else. I couldn’t even smile. I didn’t have energy even to really talk or twitch. But that didn’t matter to Master. He kissed me even though I couldn’t use my tongue. He grin having drained everything from me.

He floated me back to his room, making everything blur as he walked back. He set me down on a towel, which was on the bed so I wouldn’t wet it. It didn’t matter that I felt dry as firewood.

“Sir.” Al said and Master looked at him, Al flinched.

“What?” Master asked joyful.

“Well, did you want us to set breakfast for Scootaloo?”

“No, she’s going to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir.” Master closed the door. Sleep edged at my sight forcing me to pass out and into a dark river. I was drowning. I didn’t bother to swim. I was begging for it to take me, but it was cruel and refused. Muffled sounds filled the endless dark sea, and the cracking of lightning of some kind woke me up instantly. I screamed into a gag. My eyes bolted open. I looked around, I realized I was strapped belly-up on a table.

“Ah awake?” I started to cry, realizing I was back into the room. Master was holding a whip with his magic.

“Mm.” I said sniffling.

“Good, I’m glad you’re awake.” He brought the whip down with a thunderous crackle onto my thigh. “YOU DARE SAY NO TO ME!” He shouted furious. I yelled in pain as he continued a dozen more times. Blood rolled down my body from the random lashings covering my body. I choked on my tears so much it was nearly impossible to breathe. “What was that?!” He shouted, whipping me again and again, which caused my body to shutter.

“MMM!” I screamed.

“What was that?” He held up a silver device with two small gold rods on it. He pressed it to me, and my body locked up as electricity went through me, pushing my limbs against the restraints. He stopped pulling the device back and pressed a button with his magic, making a bolt flash.

“Mmmm.” He took out my gag. “Yes Master.” I coughed out somehow, and he smiled, taking me off the table.

“Very well, you’ve been forgiven.” He swiftly took me back to his room and set me on the towels again, wetting them with blood. I stayed still, as I was unable to move. He chuckled grinning. He turned me over and began to lick my gashes. The wounds were cauterizing with his magic tongue. He stopped and kissed me forcing me to pass out from the pain.

I woke up from a dreamless sleep from pure need. I forced myself up, shaking. My whole body cringed and stabbed at me from just trying. I coughed out blood onto the towel, making my sight go blurry.

My legs shook as I walked forward, falling off the bed and crunching into the floor. I forced myself to get to the bathroom. It didn’t matter how much it hurt. I needed water. I started the sink and drank the water while washing the blood out of my mouth the best I could.

While I was floating in water, I hadn’t actually gotten anything to drink. So it had been a long while. I finished drinking before throwing up the water back into the sink. I forced myself to drink more to get something inside me. I used the amenities before retreating back to the bed and lying down on the towels. I closed my eyes the best I could.

“Miss Scootaloo.” I opened my eyes as my body jolted painfully, forcing me to wake up to a silver unicorn maid by the door. “Jerard requests you for brunch.” I got up shaking. Fear went through me. Master wouldn’t like if I was late. I moved for the edge of the bed, tripping over my own legs going over the edge of the bed. She caught me with her magic as I nearly fell off the bed. She set me back onto the bed softly with a horrified look. “Dear Celestia, what has he done to you?”

“I need t-to go.” I said, fearfully shaking my body as I tried to get back up. “I need to go.” I said with tears going down my face. “Listen to me, you worthless body!” I shouted at my body as it refused to listen to me once again.

“I'll carry you.”

“But Master won’t like that.”

“You can’t even walk. You don’t have a choice.” She lifted me up and sat me on her back. I cried lightly into her back.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

She went to the dining room, slowly taking her time not to rock me on her back. She kept me as steady as she could. Master looked at me as the maid set me down in the chair next to him at the dining room table. He looked at the maid.

“I instructed you to tell her to come, not carry her. You lazy little filly, you probably told her to carry you. Didn’t you!” He slapped me, sending me rolling off the chair and into the floor, hitting the table’s leg. The maid stared at him shocked. “Scootaloo, get back over here now.” He growled. I got up shaking. Blood fell to the carpet, and he smiled on seeing me struggle just to stand.

“Yes, Master.” I went back onto the chair. He groaned and grabbed me with his magic cutting into my body agonizingly. Floating me into the air over him and forcing me onto his stallion-hood. The feeling of a large rip filled me with horror and more pain. He started moving me up and down. It was beyond painful, and being half asleep didn’t help. All it did was make everything worse. Every emotion, every single bit of my body screamed at me and burned with twice the amount of pain.

“What, you don’t enjoy your Master?” I made the best moan I could. He frowned, slapping me twice, making blood run down my cheeks.

“You dare lie to me?!”

“I’m sorry, Master, but it hurts so badly.”

“As it should, you stupid filly.” He pressed his hoof onto my chest, and pain coursed through my body, making it hard to breathe. He stopped as I gasped for air. My throat burned like acid. He started to move me up and down, and then started forcing me down harder, making me choke as he crushed my insides.

“Master.” I said, trying my best at moaning. He pulled out, lifting me with his magic. I gasped as the pain slowed. A lot of blood poured out of me. Running down my legs from reopened wounds and onto him.

Master moved my mouth over his member and shoved my head down, making me gag at the blood covering him. He finished spraying my mouth. He held my snout closed tight around his member, keeping me from throwing up as his seed which went into my nose.

“You are forgiven for being late and having the maid to carry you.” He pulled me off, then put a glass of apple wine to my lips and forced me to drink it, numbing things only an ounce. The apple wine washed the nasty taste down with a burning fire. He sat me in a chair next to him, and his magic wiped my face using a clean napkin. I paused. He was mad at me for being rude.

“Master, I love you. Thank you.” He smiled, seemingly satisfied.

“Al.” Al brought out food and set it in front of me. “You are to finish every last bite off that plate.” I looked down as Al took off the top. I eyed it. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t smell good or look good to me. It was a red and green sludge of some kind.

“Y-yes Master.” I started eating. It didn’t matter that it was revolting, worse than his blood-soaked seed. I was starving and had apple wine to wash it down. Master put on a condom as I finished the gruel. I reached for the apple wine, but he lifted me into the air with his magic before I could. He slid me onto him, making me cringe in pain.

“Oh, now doesn’t that feel just great.” I nodded. “Nice and bloody, too.” He started moving me up and down. I whimpered and tried moaning, but it came out as a whine. He pressed my chest, making me beg with whines and groans to stop the pain.

“Mas-ter.” He kissed my neck and kept going. It couldn’t end soon enough as he kept pushing me down on to him. I leaned back and squeezed, making a wet squishing sound and pouring blood onto Master. He moaned lightly as he finished, luckily this time it into the condom. He grinned as I choked on pain, making the best smile I could.

“Ah, just perfect for a morning brunch.” I nodded. He pulled me off. It was almost like a bottle was opened. My blood poured out of me, covering his thighs. “Oh come on, Scootaloo. At least try not to make a mess!” He groaned. “There is no way that this blood is going to get out of this chair.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” I cried. He pulled the condom off and threw it into the trashcan next to him. He got up.

“You!” Master pointed at the silver unicorn maid that had carried me. “Clean this up, and get me a towel to dry myself.”

“Yes, Sir.” She went into the kitchen, coming out a minute later with towels and a bucket of water. She gave him towels and started to clean up the blood mess on the floor.

The maid finally started to cry when blood dripped from me onto her hoove, still floating in the air limp and faint. Al brought over a first aid kit. Master pulled out a few needles and injected me with them. I stopped bleeding. The maid finished with the floor and started cleaning Master without a word. Master cleaned me while she cleaned him.

After a few minutes, Al and Sig replaced the chairs, and Master set me down in the new chair next to his. My eyes shot to the glass of apple wine. I reached for a glass. Master took it away from me. I couldn’t hide my sadness. I was never one to cry over lost toys, but I was in so much pain. I bit my lip and withdrew my hoof wiping tears.

“Now, now, you mustn’t drink.” He drank some himself and then filled the glass before setting it down in front of me. I reached for it, but then stopped. He told me not to, so I wasn’t going to. He frowned, seeing me move my hoof away. “I told you not to drink.” He growled. I looked at him. He wanted me to drink. I knew the punishment would be worse if I refused. I reached for it, taking the glass and staring at the yellow liquid between my hooves. “Well? Are you going to do as I want?” He asked.

“Yes, Master.” I took a drink, and he smiled. I set the glass down. “I’m sorry I disobeyed you, Master.” The glass floated into the air and shattered against my head. Wine rained down onto me and into my cuts, making everything burn profusely. I hit the leg rest that this new chair had, cracking the wooden frame.

“I told you not to drink.” He growled, lifting up a large piece of sharp glass. I leaned back closing my eyes. He started carving slowly into my face around my right cheek, making a very pretty pattern of swirls going down my neck to my shoulder. He grinned at his work as blood ran down my face and side. He stopped, it ran down my entire right foreleg, neck, and face.

“Thank you, Master. It’s pretty.” I said, doing my best not to faint. It was beyond amazing how artistic he actually was. I didn’t need to lie. He always did a stunning job when it came to my gifts.

“I know I’m a great artist. My mother taught me plenty.” I nodded, and he kissed my head. “You’ve done well. You may have half an hour. Do not sleep, eat, go outside, no pain drugs, and you can’t sit for more than five minutes. That includes lying down. If I find out. It’ll be the box you answer to.” I stood up quickly as blood dripped onto the chair. “Now leave my sight.” I started limping out of the room.

A green, black unicorn stallion appeared next to me. He stared at me. I didn’t say anything as I made my way to Sethi’s hospital room. Sethi screamed upon seeing me walk into her room. I went over climbing onto the bed and standing.

“What in the name of Tartarus happened?!”

“She’s not allowed to sit or lay down.” The stallion said.

“Are you insane?!”

“Jerard’s orders.” He said uneasily. She paused and looked at me.

“Fine.” Sethi then started to treat me without another word. She started to stitch several large wounds. I looked to my left, seeing a mirror and my eyes went wide. I had so many cuts, gashes and bruises. My orange coat had turned dark from so many injuries and blood stains. The spirals did look nice, but I looked like I had been thrown into a blender.

“Not those.” I said, and she stopped before trying to work on my new gift. “Make them scar. They were gifts from Master. They look really good on me. Don’t you agree?” They both stared at me.

Sethi looked at him, both of them shared an uneasy look, but she nodded. Sethi wiped them with something, making them seal painfully but scar at the same time, even though the gift was rather deep.

“These look very nice, if that helps.” Sethi said keeping her body still, but her voice trembled easily, making me smile.

“I know.” I said, and she smiled faintly. “Master’s so kind to me. He really loves me. It didn’t even matter when I poured a lot of blood on him.” She looked at the stallion. He had an expression of near terror.

“You need to leave.” Sethi said to him.

“I-I’m not al-allowed to leave her side for half an hour. If you have a problem with me, then you can take it up with Jerard.” She frowned. “Also, you can’t give her any kind of pain medication.”

“Please Sethi, it’s his job.” I said. She looked at me, and then looked around for a few seconds. She grabbed a jar of liquid out of a cabinet.

“Fine, then look at her face or at the wall. I need to do some work on her private areas that are still dripping blood.” He quickly looked away from me at the wall, and she went to work rubbing cream on me. I cringed at the stinging she put it on. She finished after a while, and I looked at her. “There, you’ve stopped bleeding and are all patched up.” I looked at my legs shaking. I was covered in bandages.

“I can’t lie down. Is there anything you can do?” She pulled out a needle and pricked my neck with it. It was by far the least painful thing today. She injected it, and I overflowed with energy for a few minutes, then I felt normal.

“That should tide you over for about forty minutes. Plenty long enough.” I hugged her, and tears went down her face as I got blood on her white doctor’s coat. I got off the table after a minute. I walked into the hallway with the stallion following me. I went to the library forcing me to search a little to find it. The stallion got a book that looked good to me. I opened it and set it in front of me. Standing as I read it.

Author's Note

also special thanks to Midnight Legend for editing!