Movement. That was all Octavia knew. Motion, darkness and a hazy sound of wheels running along the ground. Time seemed to have no meaning in her drug induced state. It could have been an hour or days since she had been put inside her box prison for all she knew. She could hardly move, hardly think as she was taken to wherever the gryphons wanted to take her.

Who could have wanted to take her against her will? What few thoughts she had kept going back to Fancy Pants, but she wasn't sure why. He had been nice, understanding and all around a gentlecolt even after she refused his offer. The only evidence she had was that the gryphon that abducted her was at his home hours before. As she laid curled up drooling on the paddle floor one idea kept going through her head. No matter who it was that arranged this she would get away and she would, in one way or another, get her revenge.

An eternity passed and a sudden joint came to Octavia's senses. "Careful now. This isn't a case of equipment." She heard muffled from outside of the crate. The voice was female and had an air of sophistication to it, but that was all she could tell. Could this be her captor? She had little time to dwell on this before she heard the sound of opening locks and a painfully bright light reached her unsuspecting eyes.

Before she knew what was going on a large hand reached down and grabbed the mare. Wrapping its palm and fingers around her forearms. she was harshly pulled out of the box, her face being brought level with the face of a large minotaur. "So it is another delivery for our kennels." The minotaur said as he slipped a finger inside of the loop of Octavia's pants. Still a bit groggy from her drugging she could do little to resist as they were ripped from her body, The button connecting the waistband easily popped off and the sound of the zipper shooing to its lowest points came to Octavia's ears before the article of clothing was slipped off in one fluid movement.

Having her lower body now covered in only her modest white panties the mare tried to react, kicking impotently at the muscular creature. "Let me go...." Octavia said half asleep.

"She doesn't seem to understand that she is powerless. I think I should show her." The minotaur reached down to his own pants. Octavia let out a gasp as he undid them to reveal his oversized member. She was now painfully aware of what he meant by "showing her how powerless she was", eyeing the hard mass of meat that looked to be roughly the size of her arm. The fear of self preservation flooded her mind and gave her the energy to fully awaken herself. Despite this her struggles were useless against the minotaur's might. He grabbed the mare by her thigh, using his thumb to pull aside the cloth covering her crotch as he lifted her leg up and he directed her body down to meet his penis.

"No! NO! STOP!" Octavia kicked with her free leg at the rod that was moments away from entering her body hoping to deter her potential rapist, but it only seemed to increase his resolve. Pressing the head of his dick against her labia she could feel an ever increasing pressure push against her hole. She clenched herself tightly to prevent entry, but at this rate there was no stopping him.

"One moment Sartek." Said a dark purple crystal pony walking into view, a brown haired, golden furred pegasus stallion aside of her in the nude. She was looking over a letter in her hand, checking and double checking to make sure she had every detail of it correct. "This one's owner has registered her as a type three."

Sartek gave a snort so strong that the force of it blow Octavia's mane and remaining clothing. "No penetration....your owner has saved you for now. You should be grateful." Disappointed the minotaur moved his cock away and put it back in his pants.

Octavia let out a noise of relief. She had narrowly avoided rape by the creature that held her. Now that she was awake and not in danger of having something shoved inside her, she calmed herself to get her bearings. She could see now that there were many others in the area with her, most of which were minotaur with a few other naked, collared ponies. The room seemed to be warehouse of some sort as the others in it were all busy unloading things from crates much like the one she had been in and sorting them on carts that were taken to separate rooms. Whatever this operation was it seemed very well organized.

"Excuse me." Said the grey mare as fear subsided and gave way to anger. She wanted answers and even if she was sure she wouldn't be given anything useful something was better than nothing. "Where am I? What is all this?" Standard questions, but important for any abductee.

The crystal pony looked up at the earth pony still firmly in Sartek's strong grip. "I guess you deserve a small explanation. You, Octavia Melody, have been acquired by a private owner. You were then sent here for training."

Octavia didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean a 'private owner' and where am I?" She felt the minotaur release her leg and then clamp down on her muzzle with a pair of powerful fingers.

"Silence girl." He spoke. "She will explain all you need to know."

"Thank you." The crystal pony said. "Now as I was saying this is an establishment of education for those like you, those who don't understand their place in this world." The mare walked closer to Octavia and as she did the minotaur holding the earth pony gently lowered her to the ground till her hooves touched it. "I am Schorl Tourmaline and I will be your teacher, your guide, as you are shown how obedience and servitude to one greater than yourself can bring happiness and a sense of purpose to your life."

The crystal pony's vague words carried a sense of importance about them, but Octavia was smart enough to translate what she really meant. This place existed to train and brainwash ponies into willing slaves. Not wanting to take this treatment and attempt of enslavement easily Octavia tried to lift her legs off the ground to deliver a kick to the approaching mare. She found that she couldn't though as her hoof felt a tug against them. Looking down she could see two rings of magic encircling them, there was a unicorn around and it had her held in her magic. Surprise filled her mind once she discovered its source.

Schorl brushed the front of her mane aside to reveal a glowing horn on her head. "Naughty, naughty little mare." Said Schorl condescendingly. "I can understand that this is a jarring experience for you." Schorl took Octavia's jacket in her hands and unbuttoned it. "All your life you have been told by a creature with obvious superiority to yourself that all beings should be respected and treated as equals. The alicorn princess lies to you however and such lies will soon be purged from your mind." The crystal unicorn reached into the neckline of her dress and pulled out from it a small blade.

While a small spark of panic hit Octavia at the sight of it she remained as still as possible as she figured the intended use of the tool was not to harm her. Schorl grabbed the shirt that was under the grey mare's jacket by its collar and used the blade to cut it straight down the front. With this done the front of Octavia's body was now exposed and her large, round breasts in plain view. "Your owner has great taste." Said the crystal mare as she took the opportunity to feel up her captive, Octavia voiced her objections as well as she could, but with the minotaur holding her mouth shut all that could come out were muffled sounds.

"Sartek, please remove the rest of her clothing." The minotaur complied with Schorl's request and ripped Octavia's jacket, shirt and underwear off in a similar fashion as he had her pants, leaving her body bare.

"Good, that's a more fitting look for her. Just a few things missing." She turned to the pegasus that had been standing patiently aside her. "Golden Touch, go get our guest some proper accessories."

The stallion took a moment to notice that he was being addressed as she was busy observing the room. "Huh? What was that?"

Schorl crossed her arms at the stallion and gave an unamused expression. "Golden, are we going to have trouble today? You can join Octavia in today's training if that is what you want."

Golden Touch zipped to attention. "Sorry mistress. I was just taking in how much of a well oiled machine you are running here. All the ponies and minotaurs working without any mistakes. It is very humbling."

Schorl rolled her eyes. "No one likes a kiss ass Golden. Just go to one those crates over there and get some restraints. I want to get this mare situated so I can get back to more important things."

"Yes Ma'am!" The pegasus said with a mock salute.

As the pegasus went to fulfill the crystal mare's order Octavia felt her arms finally get released from Sartek's grasp. She shook them a few times, trying to remove the numbness from them. "Don't try to run." The minotaur told her. "If you do I will catch you and I will make you regret it." Octavia didn't feel like she could run if she wanted to, her legs feeling weighted down from the drugs still in her system. Likewise she didn't want to get on the bad side of this creature that showed no qualms about raping her.

When Golden Touch returned he had in his possession a pair of cuffs. "Is this enough mistress?"

Schorl snatched the cuffs away and went behind Octavia. Forcing the earth mare's still partially numb arms back she cuffed them, making it so Octavia couldn't bring them in front of her again. "That is much better. Now shall we begin the tour?"

"Do I really have a choice?" Said Octavia.

Schorl smirked and slid up Octavia's back. "Well yes, you may either come with me.... or you can be left here with Sartek till he pleasures you into submission." Said the crystal pony, running a finger along her prisoner's face.

"W-wait, you said he couldn't fuck me." Octavia said inching away from the minotaur.

"He can't penetrate you." Schorl replied. "But I assure you that his tongue and hands can make you cum relentlessly. I have felt it first hand after all. So which shall it be?"

Octavia didn't want to be left with the minotaur. He was far too strong physically for Octavia to even try to resist and there was no guarantee that he would obey his mistress' commands when she was out of sight. "I want to go with you." The earth pony said choosing slight acceptance of kidnapping over resistance and violation.

"Wise choice, now come. I will find somepony to initiation you to the program." Schorl removed herself from Octavia and headed to one of the doors the items were being carted through. Octavia was hesitant to go, but Golden Touch nudged her along.

"Hurry up, you don't want to keep her waiting. It only makes her angry and that leads to you tied face down on a plank as she takes time figuring out how to make you beg for mercy" The pegasus stallion said in a knowing tone. Octavia took his advice and walked after the mare as quickly as her legs would take her.

As she entered the room she finally got a good look at what it was they were unloading in the other room. Several of the collared ponies were placing sex toys, implements of punishment and bondage items on racks that lined the walls of this room. Octavia observed a long row of rubber phalluses and noticed that the items seemed to be organized by type, color, shape and size. Other things in the room seemed to be similarly arranged.

Schorl looked back at the grey mare as she walked, making sure that she was keeping up. "Since you are new here I am going to explain a few things that apply to you. Listen carefully because I am only going to say this once without it being accompanied with punishment. First and foremost is the fact that you are no longer your own mare. You have been claimed by somepony who is your better and have been left in our care until you are deemed fit to serve your owner as a faithful slave,"

Octavia had already assumed all this and it almost felt to her that the crystal unicorn was saying it to hear herself speak and indulge her own inflated ego by preaching her doctrine. The next part was a bit more important though.

"Your owner has submitted you as a type three slave. You should know that this means that nopony here may put anything into you. Any form of penetration is forbidden including toys, penises or your own touches. Your holes belong to your owner." Octavia didn't really care about that. She wasn't really in the mood to masturbate and figured that she wouldn't be as long as she was kept here. "Aside from that though you will be handed to others from time to time as part of your training. I assure you that they will find other ways to teach you where you stand."

Schorl came to a stop and held her up hand, looking at a bunch of collars hanging on hooks by their buckles. "Something wrong mistress?" Said Golden Touch, who had came in after the two mares.

"Just remembered we need to give this one her symbol of status." The crystal mare pulled down three collars made of thick leather, one red, one black and one purple. One by one she held them up against Octavia's body and after a minute finally settled for the purple one. "Now be still, this will only be a moment." Schorl said as she brought the piece of leather to the earth mare's neck. Octavia flinched as it touched her exposed throat, but accepted it as something that was just going to happen.

She felt it wrap around and squeeze tightly, the thickness of it making it hard to move her head up or down. Octavia could tell it was going to be uncomfortable over time. Once securely fastened to her the crystal pony stepped back to see if the collar looked right. "Perfect. Just right for a slave such as yourself."

Octavia's brow furrowed in detest. "It's going to make my neck sore. Are you sure that my so called 'owner' will like that?"

"I'm sure they won't mind. It is for your benefit. I find that an oppressive environment tends to help ease slaves to their role in life much quicker than being too kind or too cruel." Schorl placed the two remaining collars back on the rack and resumed moving towards her destination. "As my mentor taught me: 'Torture teaches revenge, kindness teaches entitlement, hobbling teaches resignation'."

"And who, pray tell, had the honor of teaching you such words of wisdom?" Asked Octavia, hoping to get some insight on what she was dealing with.

"That, my dear, is not a story for your ears. I will say though that he was a great stallion. Far greater than any other I have ever met." Schorl replied.

"And what did you mean when you said this collar is a 'symbol of status'?" Said Octavia.

Schorl gave out a small "hmph" in mild amusement at the question. "It's just what identifies you as a slave, you silly mare. All of the slave ponies here wear them. As such you are not allowed to take it off for any reason without permission. This is your only warning on that and if you do remove it from your neck I assure you the consequences will be dire."

"Oh? I had thought that the color might of meant something." Octavia replied.

"What would make you think that?" The crystal pony asked curiously, wondering where Octavia would get such an idea. "All slaves here are treated as equals among one another. Your status is no different from the most defiant of slaves or the most well trained of our pets. All of you have the capability to succeed or fail at any given command and will be properly rewarded or punished for it. You will find that I don't play favorites, I simply chose that purple collar cause I think it goes well with the grey of your fur."

Schorl reached another set of doors and lead Octavia and the pegasus stallion into the well lit main halls of the building. The white walls were decorated in exquisite tapestries that had elaborate designs on them that made them seem beautiful like works of art. At Octavia's hooves was a magnificent red carpet with gold trim that went over a marble floor. Octavia couldn't help but be amazed at it's sophisticated atmosphere and though that if she was in such a place under different circumstances she might of been able to appreciate it.

The more she took it in the more she dragged behind until finally the stallion that had be following the crystal mare around like a trained puppy got close and spoke. "Keep to a whisper and don't go any farther than this." The pegasus said putting a hand on Octavia's shoulder, making sure she didn't fall behind.

"Are these more orders I'm supposed obey?" Said Octavia in a huff, she didn't like how everyone in this place felt they could just expect her to listen. If not for the immediate danger of the minotaur and the crystal unicorn she would've made an attempt to run the moment she was let go. Right now she was just biding her time.

The stallion shushed her. "If you want to think of it like that go ahead, but what I'm going to tell you will make things easier. You're going to have to do as they say for a while. Try to do what you can as quickly as possible. They can't punish you if you're doing exactly what you're supposed to and these ponies always come up with worse torture for resistant slaves."

Octavia rolled her eyes, it was apparent to her that this was force fed "advice" at the behest of his mistress. "Golden Touch, was it? If you really want to help me then why don't you find me a way out of here?" She said, keeping to a whisper this time.

"I'm working on it." The stallion said offhandedly.

"Wait, what?" Octavia wasn't sure if Golden Touch was being sarcastic or not, but she had no time to get an answer as Schorl had stopped at a door. They had arrived to wherever it was that crystal mare wanted Octavia to be.

Schorl knocked on the door lightly. Waiting only a few moments she then pounded on the door hard, it seemed that she had little patience. The door swung open and a mare's head poked out with a scowl on it. "What!?" The mare said in anger, instantly changing her attitude when it hit her who she had just yelled at. "Lady Tourmaline! Apologizes, I thought... well I don't know what I thought. Please pardon my outburst."

"It's fine Whiplash. It's my fault for disrupting your private time." Schorl smirked, the fear in the mare's eyes being enough to make up for her faux pas. "We have a new arrival and her owner couldn't come here to assist in her training. I was wondering if you would like to take her for a few hours, at least until I set up a training regiment."

"A new slave?" Whiplash grinned in sadistic glee and came out of the room. Now in full view Octavia could see Whiplash for the pegasus she was. Her brown hair was straight and came down to shoulder length and her fur was a beige color. Whiplash practically skipped over to the earth pony and went straight to groping on her body, gripping her ass and tits. "She is a lovely thing. A bit flabby, but lucky for her I'm rented this room today."

"Flabby?!" Octavia thought, taking offense. She might not of been in perfect condition, but carrying her heavy cello around gave her plenty of exercise.

"And she has the cutest little angry face." Whiplash continued using one of her hands to grab Octavia's muzzle, smooshing her face. Octavia however saw this as an opportunity to strike back at these. Pulling back her head and opening her mouth, she bit down on the hand. "Ow!" Whiplash pulled back and slid it out of the clamping teeth. "A bit feisty too..." Whiplash looked at her hand, seeing a bit of blood. "No matter, that is what we are here for. Come along dear."

The pegasus mare grabbed Octavia's collar and pulled her into the room. "Golden Touch, let's go. It is time for my evening back rub." Octavia heard Schorl say as she tossed the keys to her cuffs in after Whiplash and closed the door, it making a sound that indicated that it had locked when it shut. Now in the clutches of this new mare she somehow felt as if she was in more trouble than before, not only because of the pegasus' enthusiasm but also because of the layout of the room they were in.

The room had the appearance of an exercise room. It was filled with machinery that had the purpose of improving a ponies physical health and build muscle mass. While Octavia wasn't the type of pony that used this kind of facility, but she could tell that something was off with the machinery as many had heavy chains attached to them. Whiplash grabbed the key from the floor and headed over to one of the devices in the far corner. Octavia, not able to leave, follow after in curiosity.

As she caught up with the pegasus something caught her eye. A unicorn stallion, blue maned and yellow furred with a black ring hugging the base of his horn, was bound within one of the devices. The device itself was simplistic, a bar placed within slots on either side of a metal frame. The parts that were on the outside of the frame had large weights on them that served the dual purpose of making the bar heavier and making it so the pole could not be removed from the frame.

The unicorn stallion had his hands tied securely to the pole, which rested on his shoulders, and was chained to the frame by a collar on his neck and leather cuffs at his feet. He trembled as he tried to lift the weight, crouching a bit from how heavy it was. As he crouched a dildo that was placed beneath him entered slightly into his anus. As Octavia observed it she could see that the object got thicker as it got closer to the floor until about half way where a large bulged was placed. All of the stallion's efforts were just so his anal passage wouldn't be invaded and stretched further than it already had been, but it looked like a losing battle.

"Mistress!" The unicorn screamed as he put every ounce of strength into keeping his butt from getting to that knot, inching ever closer and closer as unicorns were not the most physically capable creature on average. "Please have mercy! I have been holding this for... I don't know how long! Let me rest, I beg of you!"

"Oh come now Comet Tail. You haven't been at it for that long. It's all in your mind. You just need to push past those barriers and then everything will be much easier. I believe in you. In fact why don't we add a little more weight." Whiplash went beside the frame and grabbed a large metal disk with a hole cut out in the center of it. Lifting it up she slide it on the left side of the pole and fastened it in so it would not slip off. The added pounds made Comet Tail slide another centimeter down the rod in his ass, as he did again once Whiplash brought another weight of equal size to the other side to make it match.

"There, twenty pounds more. That puts you at about one hundred and eighty. You're going to be really strong if you keep this up." The unicorn ignored the pegasus' mocking words. He had to concentrate so not to be impaled by the rubber phallus. Even so he couldn't help but shed tears at the burning pain that ached throughout his muscles. It was a pitiful sight and Octavia had to turn away.

It wasn't long before she felt a hand grab her collar from behind and pull her away from the tormented stallion. "Time for you my dear. We need to burn that pudge off your body." Whiplash said in a cheerful manner as the earth mare back stepped quickly to avoid falling and being strangled.

The two mares came to a halt at a treadmill. It looked pretty standard to Octavia, save for one single chain on the podium at the front. The chain was short, making it easy to tell that its purpose was to keep whoever attached to it on the device. "You are going to get on the treadmill girl." Whiplash said in a "matter of fact" tone.

Octavia however was reasonably opposed to the idea. If this was anything like what the unicorn was going through then she wanted no part of it. "How do you intend to make me?" She said defiantly.

This only served to excite Whiplash as she made sounds of elation. "Well I could go get a paddle and spank you till your beg to go on it, or I could go get a blindfold and walk you around till you have no idea where you are at anymore and then lead you on it. " She said as she encircled her earth pony prey. "But I think that I have a better idea. Let's see what kind of pony you really are. I will give you a choice. I'll let you elude your bit of training here with me, but if you want that I will have to find entertainment elsewhere."

Octavia didn't like the way the pegasus was going about this "deal". "And what does that mean?"

"Simple." Whiplash chuckled. "If you refuse I am just going to have to go over to Comet Tail and add... oh, I don't know.... another hundred pounds to his bar."

Octavia's eyes widened. That amount of weight would surely push him past the knot. "And?" Octavia said resolving to not show weakness. "What does that mean to me?"

"Nothing at all, that is if you are the type of pony who only thinks of themselves. You can just take a seat and listen to him scream as his o-ring tears, content in the knowledge that you will be ok. However if you would like to make a bet with me instead you can get on the treadmill and I will guarantee his release from his torture as soon as you run..... oh let's say twenty-five miles." Whiplash squealed in delight. Octavia's reaction earlier already identified that she cared about the stallion's predicament. The only matter was if the earth mare could ignore her conscience.

Octavia thought it over hard. Twenty-five miles was quite the run, even for an earth pony. It was also a gamble as the unicorn was already tired when she came in the room. Any moment he could slip down the dildo and her trouble would be for nothing. Could she really allow another pony suffer while she got off scot-free? That was the question being placed before her. Could she live with herself knowing that she allowed him to be tortured when she could have done something to help?

In the end she calmly stepped on the treadmill. If there was a chance to ease the stallion's suffering she had to try. It would be against her own morality to do otherwise. She watched as Whiplash attached the chain on the machine to a loop at the front of her collar. The pegasus then got a folding chair and pulled it aside the device and sat near the front. Lifting her hoof she placed it on a small bike pedal on the podium about a foot off the ground from its base.

"We'll start out slow." She said pressing a button on the side of the machine. The podium then opened a slot that revealed a section that said "00.00 miles" on it. Octavia licked her lips and readied herself, expecting this to be a hard run from the get go. However Whiplash had other plans.

Moving her leg the pegasus mare pushed the pedal, which in turn moved the thread. The only problem was that she did so painfully slow so that Octavia could only so at a walking pace.

Octavia looked to the mare confused. "Don't you want me to run?" She asked. The pegasus didn't reply, she just kept to her pace. Octavia, not seeing any other option, continued walking. She did this for several minutes before hearing the anguished cries of Comet Tail. That was when it hit her. Whiplash was stalling. She could have her cake and eat it too, just as long as she waited for the stallion to lower himself on the thing intruding his rectum.

"Excuse me, could you go faster?" Octavia said, starting to fret.

"What's the rush? Not like you have somewhere to go." Whiplash retorted.

"Please! I beg of you!" Octavia yelled, hearing the stallion once more from behind her.

Whiplash chuckled. "That's not begging. Give it some feeling and maybe I will consider it."

Octavia shook her head, what was it that this mare wanted from her? In one last attempt she swallowed her pride and said what she thought the pegasus wanted to hear. "Mistress please! Increase the speed so I can run my fat ass off. I want you to go as fast as possible!"

Whiplash seemed pleased at Octavia's self-degrading words and increased her hoof's pace twenty fold. "Fine, but if you trip and fall I am going to drag that fat ass the whole twenty-five miles."

The treadmill immediately picked up speed and Octavia found herself struggling to adjust to the change of momentum. After about a minute's worth of slipping and near falls she managed to find a proper pace, though it was strenuous on her body. The chain at her neck was tight and constantly pulling, making it so she couldn't go back any further and yet the tread was so fast she couldn't gain any ground. Her heart pumped heavy and even now she could feel the burning sensation start building in her legs. If she was going to make it she would have to focus. She went through the pain and prayed to Celestia that she came out fine on the other end.

A long time passed and the counter had finally made it to twenty-five miles. Making a dinging noise as it had for every mile before, Whiplash knew that the grey mare was done with her workout. Taking her hoof of the pedal she went up to deal with the stallion.

Octavia didn't stop running till finally hitting the podium at the end of the tread, hanging her body over it as she breathed raspy breaths. Her body ached and was covered in sweat, her lungs burned, her vision blurred, her hooves were more sore than they had ever been before, but she had done it. She gave herself a weak smile and closed her eyes to take a well deserved rest, but was snapped out of it when the thud of a body hitting the floor sounded in front of her.

It was Comet Tail, likewise exhausted and unable to even move. "You made it just in time girl." Said Whiplash. "His sphincter was stretching itself around the top of the knot when I got there. Don't you feel proud of yourself?" Whiplash pinched Octavia's cheek hard as she gave her condescending comment. Octavia, too tired and with hands still bound behind her back, just took it. While Whiplash had in the end got what she wanted the earth mare likewise had her small victory.

"I'll let you two rest, but know this my dear little earth pony. This was just a taste of what is in store for you and I intend to make sure that you are properly trained to be your owner's prim and proper slave." Whiplash's words were lost on Octavia, at this point she had already drifted to an uncomfortable sleep and was recovering so she could be able to endure what was to come.

Author's Note

Today's guest OC is Golden Touch and our guest background pony is Comet Tail.

As another announcement I think I am going to change my updates to every Monday as a hectic week has thrown me off schedule. Hopefully I will be able to keep up with it from this point on. Thank you all for being patient and leaving your comments.