Escaping the past: The student and the slave

Was it day or night? She didn’t know and perhaps she didn't care anymore. All around her moans and silent crying of pleasure and pain filled the hallway and the little niche in the dark dank dungeon that was her cell. A chuck of stale bread covered in a foal reeking white goo lay on a plate just inside her reach. The plate had been positioned in such a way that a direct sweep would just push it away. But she and many other red collars before her had learned the hard way on how to obtain her meal. But for now, she lay there. Recovering from the treatment some brown collars had given her. Small droplets of the same goo that covered the bread slowly dripped from her marehood. Slowly creating a small puddle on the hard stone floor mixing with the crimson red stain already present. She looked once more at the bread as she closed her eyes trying to remember what had happened. Trying her best to fight the feeling of being useless, trying her very best to be assured that at least she had been pleasing to her betters.

Two of the masters' brown collars had came down a few moments ago. They were proud, the masters oldest daughter had selected them to be her personal servants. Their collars now bore a shiny metal disk with her flankmarking embroiled on it. They even had one of their own restored by the magic of one of the priests. And of course as a personal brown they now had full access to the lowest regions of the mansion, thus access to her as well. The only red collar still chained to her niche. And celebrated they had. For how long she did not know. As usual she had blanked out completely, just letting it happen. Meekly and without resistance, like she had been taught all those years ago. Briefly she had snapped out of it, feeling a sharp burning pain as a whip lashed across her back, creating small streams of red liquid down towards her flank. She could not even cry out in pain, for one of the two had stuck his her muzzle directly in his tailhole. And had ordered her to help him wash up so he would look presentable to his mistress again. The taste it left on her tongue implied that he had visited one of the male red collars only a few moments before.

Not much later she 'woke up' again. Both stallions were gone, only leaving a small gift over her meal and a few dried patches of now brownish liquid near her body as evidence that they had actually been there in the first place.

Years ago tears would have formed in her eyes due the treatment. But those had dried out long ago. Weary her ash-grey eyes looked at the defiled bread. She had looked forward to mealtime today. She had been exceptionally brave last offering. Not a single tear had desecrated the sacred altar when the priest had collected the crimson liquid from her veins. Not a single salty drop had even emerged from her eyes nor had a single sound escaped her throat. The master had promised her a piece of bread for today, not the usual slob. She would normally only get such a treat during one of the masters gatherings and parties. She remembered how it had smelled when it was brought to her, she had just lay there enjoying the scent of this rare treat before eating. And now it lay before her, defiled by the very same ponies that earlier had sought to pleasure themselves with her body. It had been her own fault, that much she knew. Should have eaten it when it was brought. She should be glad they had not taken it away. But instead she had chosen to savor its delicious scent, working up to the moment of actually eating it.

Carefully the chained mare started swiping the goo off the bread. Careful as to get as much of the stuff off it as possible while attempting to waste as little of the bread as possible. She had just taken the first carefull nibble of the top. Still soggy and odd-tasting from the goo, but she relished in its taste non the less. A small joy came in her heart knowing that the inner core of her piece would still be dry and free of contamination. But she was never destined to reach that little morsel.

Half-way trough her meager meal when the master himself had stormed in, a sword flaring within his magical aura. There had been something in his eyes, something feral and fierce. Something wich terrified the mare beyond anything she had ever seen before. And that was before the master had started.

In a gruesome but elegant dance the blade sliced through the air, each swift motion created a new display of red droplets soaring through the damp air only to create a artpiece of crimson behind its victems on the walls.

Why? Why was master killing all? Had they not pleased him enough? Had they not given their very being everytime master had asked? Did master not realize a red collars only existance was to cater his wishes? Her thoughts were getting more and more frantic as her master aproached clearing out cell after cell from all live. She never heard the clanging of armor rushing down the stairs into the 'pen', all she could see was the soulles eyes of her master, eyes drained of every last dredge of emotion only a grim determinthe situationation.

A final glance directed at the rare treat infront of her before taking a single bite out of it. Atleast she would go while having tasted the good section of her meal. She had no need to make peace with the situation, she had done that years ago when her master had bought her and presented her with the collar she had worn to that very day.

With her bite swallowed she closed her eyes with a final look at the crazed Unicorn now steadely coming her way after the cell before hers had been cleared. And braced herself for the unavoideble impact of the sword.

A impact that never came. Instead of cold steel slicing through her, it had been the clear ringing of steel falling on stone what got her to open her eyes.

Standing right infront of her was her master, but right between his eyes there portruded a bolthead. The moment she had saw the crossbowbolt it had been the moment her master had collapsed revealing a small band of golden armored stallions. But as she looked closer she could not identify their master, they bore no collar. All they had was a emblem of what appeared to be the sun.

As the group approached the dead body of her master the mare started to withdraw as far as she could. As the group of about zeven armored ponies were slowly advancing towards her little niché she had held her breath hoping they would not notice her.

But her luck had run completely out. The first of the golden armored stallions had noticed the greyish shiffing bundle of pony and was surprised by the sight as he yelled out. “Commander! We've got a survivor.”