A Silver Spy: Four Little POVs

Tarnished Silver: Gang Bang (!!WARNING Foalcon and slavery!!))

I materialized at the entrance to the Gallery. A bright red door with no handles.

I still wore my golden key necklace over my mother’s pearls, that somehow, Fancy Pants had managed to collect and restring for me, after one of the more sadistic patrons I was entertaining, ripped them off my neck from the back, choking me in the process, and spilling the precious beads on the hard stone floor of the main hall, where the Circle met and conducted their depraved rituals of lust and decadence.

They called it "The Gathering".

By now my mane had fully grown back out, it being a little over two months since my last wanton act of flirtation with self destruction at the gathering.

To keep up appearances I had started braiding it again, where as before it was ripped clean from the roots of my scalp, at my behest, no less. All that was missing from my former self image was the ornamental blue frames that once adorned my muzzle.

Ms. Rarity loved my cerulean blue glasses. Even after I stomped on them myself after meeting her, she fixed them and ordered me to wear them. She said they made me look smart and innocent, naive, just the kind of "Filly next door" type she liked to violate. She would constantly remind me that I am a used up foal-hole, whore, with none of those endearing qualities. Luna I miss her so!

But The night of the Gathering I left them behind, since Twist already fulfilled the role, naturally, that I needed my glasses to pull off.

I imagine those useless shards of glass and metal are still on my bed in Ms. Rarity's basement.

"Welcome back Mistress Silver. Will you be having your usual this afternoon?" the burly unicorn guard at the door bowed as he politely inquired.

Even had I not been wearing my key, every guard and almost every resident now knew who Silver Spoon was. A fact I was both loathed and elated to embrace, as it helped me in my mission.

The adopted daughter and lover of Fancy Pants himself, had been seen their every day, spending no less then two hours and sometimes spending the entire day, only to loose track of the time and be informed by a guard that it was almost supper time.

I only pushed my luck once, regarding Mr. Fancy Pants's strict dinning schedule.

On my first visit to the Gallery I stayed with Twist well into the night, until I was informed that “lights out” could not occur until every patron had left satisfied and the massive red door closed till morning.

The guards only relayed the orders of my master and lover. Otherwise I was the boss and according to Fancy himself his "Perverse Little Angel" was to get everything she asked for and more, or they were certain they would face his legendary wrath.

"Perhaps"

I offer the slightest of nods in acknowledgement of his intrusion into my personal affairs. A slight nod in reply to acknowledge him. “Although I might be inclined to try something a little more adventurous today.” I gave a wry smirk and a saucy wink.

With that I trotted in. I need no escort. This place is as much home to me as was my little spot in the corner on a warn out dirty mattress, in Ms. Rarity's basement a few months ago.

I knew every cushion, every chain, every shackle and yet I kept myself from memorizing the faces of the young colts and fillies who were held there, all but one anyway.

It was where part of me knew I belonged! It should have been me, Celestia damn it! I should have been chosen to live out the rest of my days as a slave, being beaten, raped and sodomized until there was nothing left but the pain and the pleasure! It was what Ms. Rarity WANTED! for me to be her tool to elevate her status in the Circle!

But I digress. I have put such notions behind me. Only the mission matters now. Only saving those who are held without hope. Only setting right what I did wrong, to one pony in particular.

The one time I let my self give in to my desire to be hurt, I chose Peregrine, a strapping young blue Pegasus, and a resident of the Gallery, who wanted desperately to feel he had some power over somepony, anypony.

Such was the affect of his years of captivity and abuse.

Fancy had regarded the marks in my flesh with a slight disdain. I had come up with a story that I could not help myself. The truth is often more useful then a bald face lie.

I needed to feel pain now and then as my former master, Rarity Belle had conditioned me to crave abuse! Or so I told him. Not a full truth. It was I that trotted into Ms. Rarity's boutique and said "Hurt me, like you hurt her." Her being my one and only friend; Diamond Dazzle Tiara!

What a foal I was. And that was hardly a year ago. Maybe half a year. I kind of lost track of the time.

"Your kindness Sir Fancy Pants" I had begun with my respective title for him "is I’m told a rare and fine wine indeed. One I partake of each day. But sometimes I need a harder spirit to make me forget the things I have done for Rarity. The pain I let him inflict was nothing compared to the torments both physical and psychological that she put me through each day." I had summoned a few crocodile tears for added affect.

I chuckle as I remembered how I saw both he was impressed with my poetic use of metaphor and sympathetic to the pain I gladly let Rarity inflict on me. Still I had played my part without missing a beat.

I smile to myself. I am making out to be quite the spy, establishing and maintaining communications with friendly forces behind enemy lines, all while sleeping in the enemy's bed every night, and keeping my ears perked for "pillow talk" that could prove useful to my benefactors. A good spy always follows orders, and that's one thing I do very well indeed.

"Hello, thlut muffin."

I trot up to a cream colored filly with red mane and glasses, mocking her as I berate her, and smirk in her face deviously.

"Ggood afthernoon, Mmithtreth Thilver Thpoon." Twist bows and stutters in my presence, I drink it in, and let the sadistic thrill wash over me, instilling me with confidence to continue this charade.

I wager Twist had little to no idea what time it actually was, but she knew I usually came to visit during the afternoon, while Fancy Pants was busy.

She cowered and tucked her tail as I had instructed in private, to show as much fear as she would any other patron expecting to hurt her.

"Your recommendations yesterday panned out, slave." I turn to show the fresh welts on my already scarred left flank "Mr. Peregrine worked out quite nicely.. Therefore may haps I shall go easy on you today." I smirk but get little pleasure in channeling my old bully attitude.

"Hay FAT STUPID AND UGLY!" I call out with my hoof to my muzzle, for added affect to convey my tiny voice across the room, over the moaning, squealing and crying of the damned.

"Like, what rooms are available?"

"Rooms 3 and 5.. Mistress Silver." the guard grumbles.

"Good. I’ll take Room 5."

I turn to Twist "Now round up the Pegasus colt and that other friend of yours.. I feel like a Gang Bang today and she looks like a tasty unicorn mare to shove her horn up my…"

"Beg yur pardon.. mithtreth Thilver.. but Aurora isn’t available." she sighs having hid her excitement at the mention of the code word "gang bang" which was her signal to round up both her friends to have a meeting and discuss the break out, for the first time, all together. This also meaning that my plan was fully ripe and ready to be shared.

There was just one problem.

Twist doesn't usually have as much trouble with her speech impediment as she used to. Her lisp only slips out under extreme emotional duress. Therefore I told her to let it out more often. It helps bolster my image for her to stutter and slur her speech in fear of my presence even though we are both 15 or 14 and I am no larger or more intimidating then she is.

But suddenly I get the feeling she isn't acting.

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow and my tone is flat and full of displeasure "and why not.. another patron have her already?" I sneer, passing it off as a "I didn’t get my way so I’m gonna pout about it" gesture, when really I feel sick inside.

Twist said nothing but sadly pointed to a young unicorn mare in her late teens early 20s, chained to the wall on a marble pedestal, gagged and blindfolded. Her soft pink coat sported fresh welts all over her body. Twenty years old and still a blank-flank.

The thought had not even occurred to me at the time, but looking back I realize it's something I noted about her almost instinctively. I suppose one would be hard pressed to find their special talent in a suffocating pheromone intoxicated pit of misery and degradation such as that place.

The placard hanging from her neck read “BIG MOUTH BITCH”

My blood runs cold, all my plans I saw in jeopardy. “Best tell me what happened.” I ordered Twist, still glaring at the mare, in deep thought.

"It happened yethterday, Mistress Silver Thpoon.. when you were with Peregrine." she sighs. I can tell this is hard for her, but still, I can't afford to coddle her.

"Go on." I command sternly, with an air of impatience.

Twist adjusts her glasses that she was allowed to keep, most of the time, when they didn't seek to increase her feelings of helplessness, for loss of sight.

Of course their are other more practical reasons in such a place, where one would be considered wise to remove the glasses themselves. I know from experience, but I'm not going to get into it here.

“Shamrock Dream came looking for him yethterday." Twist began "She calls him her babies’ daddy. But she was told that Peregrine was with a patron. The two of you were in there for hourth.”

I nod as I remember being chained up and helpless as Peregrine raped me, sodomized me, and beat me, taking his time. Taking breaks, prolonging his power trip as much as possible, until a guard came to inform me that dinner time was almost upon us.

When I didn’t answer right away, he called other guards, but by the time they unlocked the door, Peregrine had my gag out and I was urgently but politely assuring them no harm was done.

"She got bored waiting and found Aurora." Twist said sadly "It's well known that Aurora hates the Dream children. That’th why they use her. She openly defies and insultth them.. but yesterday she went too far." Twist bows her head.

"Focus Twist.. I haven’t got all day!" I turned and snapped with a cold stare.

Twist squeaked. She really did fear me once but her experiences I thought had toughened her to bullies. Some fears are hard to put to rest I suppose. “Right.. well Thham.. I mean Shamrock is only like 12 but she’s altho 3 or 4 months pregnant.”

I try to hide my shock, only letting out the smallest gasp “How scandalous.” I smirk with my hoof over my muzzle, acting like I enjoy the tidbit of juicy gossip, concerning a fellow patron, adding a healthy dose of sarcasm to sell my amusement, hiding my true utter revulsion with mock shock.

"anyway Aurora couldn’t take it anymore.. during thex.. sex! with another colt Ssshamrock kept blurting out what thhe.. she! would do to her own child once her mother said it wath old enough. She was getting off on it in fact.. Aurora let it slip that she pities the foal that would come from her loins."

"At first Shamrock laughed it off and goaded her on. But then Aurora said it should be taken from her, that she is sick just like her mother and siblings. that her whole family is built on the offspring of whores, servants and slaves."

She sighs and takes off her glasses looking at me tearfully "so Shamrock screamed.. she brought every guard in listening distanth. They quickly tied Arurora up and left her there as a living thatue.. STATUE!" I could tell her constant lisp was no act and it was starting to grate on both our last nerve.

"How long?" I asked blankly, ignoring her outburst as I stared up at the mare, feeling helpless and scared myself.

"Thix more days.. a full week total." Twist tried to remain strong and not cry, though she knew her friend would never be the same.

I kept staring, it was all I could do “Stupid cunt.” I whispered with no forced indignation. My frustration was very real, and I faulted her for not keeping her muzzle shut and playing the "good girl". But inside I was screaming obscenities

“LUNA DAMNITALL we were so close!”. my screams were answered by a familiar snarky voice.

"Like, what now genius?"

I visibly flinched. The voice of Diamond Tiara had returned in my head, despite my reconciliation with my best friend, prior to beginning my mission of mercy. She, or it, hadn't spoken to me much since the real Diamond Tiara and Cypher pulled me out of the gutter, in Dead Weight Alley, just a few weeks prior. Sweetie Belle had told the spy and my friend where they might find me.

Even while I was dieing of pneumonia, the pseudo Diamond never spoke to me. I didn't even realize it was her until i got a clearer head, while recuperating back at the home of Diamond Tiara's newly adopted mother. I was burning up with fever, out of my mind and rambling as my brain cooked!

And yet it wasn't enough to burn DT out of my head.

“Stupid cunt indeed.. she’s going to blow everything with her little outburst! Bravo Silver.. looks like Mr. Cypher will have to…”

“Shutup.. I’m thinking.” I told the voice in a whisper.

Twist glanced around awkwardly, though she knows I am prone to talk to myself from time to time, it likely doesn't get easier or less disturbing to deal with me when I am answering my inner monologue out loud, like a raving lunatic!

She wisely drew no attention to it. I can only postulate that she could certainly understand, as she used to talk to her self often, as she told me while trying to console me, when I apologized for doing so. The only difference is I more often then not, seemed to argue with myself!

Suddenly I turn to the red maned filly with an intensity in my unobstructed lavender eyes, causing her to jump slightly “What are you waiting for, candy vag? Find my little blue dildo and get to room 5!" I stamp my forehoof in annoyance "I’ll take care of this.” I informed sternly as Twist nods.

I give her heart entwined candy cane cutie mark a good hard smack, with my fore hoof, as Twist turned to comply, causing the filly to “yipe” and scamper off in search of Peregrine, as bidden.

I then turn my attention back to the bound mare, looking up. Her teats were more pronounced and full, showing her age. Her long white mane was slightly unkempt but stunning still against her pink coat. She reminded me of my own dear Diamond Dazzle Tiara.

"Don’t worry I’m going to get you down." I whispered up at her.

"She cant hear you." a yellow filly with a musical note cutiemark informed "she cant help you but I can.. I’ll do anything.. bleed for you, scream for you.. you can even shit on me if you li…"

"Why can't she hear me?" I ignored the hyperactive filly's proposition, and tuned her out as she continued to ramble on.

The fillies name was Happy Tune. I had met her briefly on my first visit to the gallery, and watched her take a stallion far too big for her and pass out in the middle of the attempt. She is the last “Junkie” left in the gallery. A sex addict so preoccupied with her fear of going numb that she desperately seeks to feel anything and her eagerness is a turnoff for most patrons.

But like her predecessors she was destined to one day go too far, find that one patron that will gladly give her all she asks and more, until either her mind is lost or her very life.

Sound like somepony you know?

On second thought, don't answer that.

Just another reason I can let nothing stop me from getting these poor souls out of here!

"Oh Aurora.. really sad what happened to her." Happy Tune rambled on, creating a deafening droning noise in my ears that made me want to tear them off "They put a deafness charm and everything. So she can only feel all the stuff they do to her.. lucky bitch.. Her legs will move again after a few months but her hearing will be damaged or lost forever. Wanna buck me?!"

"No."

I said flatly, my posture never giving credence to the fact I wanted to strangle the filly and feed her her own tail, just to shut her up! Keeping my eyes on the only unicorn that could ever come close to breaking the enchanted seal over the Outer Chamber in order to affect a mass rescue, I processed what little I could gleam from her rant.

Happy Tune sighed and trots away dejected, to sit on a couch and play with herself. She does that allot.

"Hey faggot.. get over here!" I demanded of a guard, at the moment truly enjoying his abuse for the torture they put this mare through.

The portly guard sighed and waddled over. “Took you long enough, tubby.” I chuckle and point a hoof up at the mare. “Get her down now.. I want her.. I grow tired of clumsy, bumbling, inexperienced fillies and colts.. I want a real mare!”

"I’m sorry Ms. Silver.. but she is unavailable for the next 6 days." he tries to hide his smirk and fails.

Inside I scream again, loosing my confidence.

“Diamond.. help.. I need you!” I beseech the former bully that has once again taken refuge in my head. She sounds nothing like the Diamond I know now, but I need her, more then ever.

"OH nooow you need me?"

the voice replies with a sarcastic quip.

“I need to know.. what to do.. I’m losing them, DT.. help me. What would you do in this situation.. I mean the old you?”

"Oh Silver Spoon, you silly filly"

the voice chuckles

"like, I think you know good and well what I would do."

I can almost see Diamond Tiara winking at me with that snide smile.

I motion with my hoof for the guard to bend down and draw closer. As he does so I rear back and smack him with all my strength, with a fore hoof across his cheek.

The sound as my hoof connects with his jaw and the audaciousness of the act itself causes every eye in the Gallery, guard, patron and foal resident to snap to attention on me.

"How dare you speak to me like that! Do you know who I am, asshole?" I yell and growl "Do you honestly think Sir Fancy Pants would deny his lover and adopted heir such a simple request? Now get her the buck down, and take her to room 5, or I’ll have YOU put up there in her place for a MONTH!"

"Yyes Mistress Sil…"

"Do NOT ever say my name again.. it’s FAR too good for the likes of you!" I staunchly object with a snarl and curling of my lip.

The guard nods and begins taking Aurora down and removing the deafness charm. She gasps behind her ball gag as the hearing slowly returns to her.

The unicorn guard takes her limp body in his telekinetic field as I follow close behind, my head held high and nose shot strait up “please be all right.. the plan depends on you and Peregrine. without you there is little I can do.” I think to myself.

"Kinna like, laid it on a little thick, didn’t you?"

“No thicker then you would.” I smirked to myself.

"hmph"

I could almost see her cute pouting face, and fore hooves crossed in rebuke as I entered the door to private room 5, where Twist and Peregrine were already waiting, sitting patiently on the bed.

I looked over the ponies present like a commander inspecting her troops as Aurora was laid to rest her tired limbs on the soft bed. “Leave us.. and do NOT disturb me lest you bring news from Fancy himself.”

"Yes Mistress." the guard bowed and left the room.

I smirked at my comrades, meeting them all at once for the first time.

"Good.." I clear my throat dramatically with hoof to my muzzle "for the sake of Ms. Aurora, who I have yet to be formerly introduced to.. My name is Silver Spoon. Youngest daughter of Platinum and Golden Spoon.. former resident of Ponyville, emancipated slave and currently the agent assigned to placate Fancy Putz." I chuckle, to break the tension in my "war room".

Aurora pushes her self up with her weak fore hooves, with some difficulty but manages a soft but tired smile and a sparkle in her rapidly aging eyes ”Nice to.. meet you Silver.. I’m Aurora. Oldest foal in the Gallery.. keeper of the lost.. and currently a mage in training, thanks to you.”

"Good" I give a wry smile as I prepare to lay bare my plan for the coming week and check on the progression of Aurora’s magic lessons and Peregrine’s flight ability.

"Now that we are all familiar with each other.." I give a wry smile

"let the gang bang commence."