A sudden sensation of being wet hit Octavia's senses like a wave, shocking the mare out of her dreamless slumber. Not sure exactly what was going on she tried to stand straight up from her sitting position only to feel a powerful tug on both her neck and wrists. "Ah! I! Wha-!" She said in a panicked trashing before she laid her eyes on her captor, the pegasus she had only just recently met.

"About time you woke up you lazy mare." Whiplash said, dropping a small metal bucket on the floor. "I swear, you act as if you've never gone for a jog in your life. Some earth pony you are." Octavia, now a little more calmer, took a moment to assess what was going on.

She was soaked, no doubt the pegasus had grown impatient with her post run nap. She also saw a chain attached it her neck that went through a metal ring bolted in the floor and up to a pair of shackles on her wrists, making it so any attempt to stand or arm movement would have her pulling against herself. Aside her sitting on the bench she had just gotten up from was Comet Tail, the stallion she had just saved from an unwanted anal violation. He was bound in the same fashion as herself, except he had a black ring around his horn which she instantly assumed restricted his unicorn magic, lest there would be practically no way to bind it.

Seeing no other options at the moment the grey mare sat her butt back on the wooden bench. "Couldn't you find a better way to wake me?" Octavia said, not happy at all about being covered in water.

"I could've, but this way was much more fun." Whiplash said, giving the earth mare a smug smirk. "You should be thanking me anyways. An earth pony like yourself could use a bath. Bet you never get one on what ever patch of dirt you work on day in and day out."

Octavia grimaced, this pegasus' disposition to her was going past a general sense of superiority and going into racism. "I'm a musician you bitch." She retorted.

Whiplash turned and went to a table near her. "Such language..." She said picking up a riding crop and testing it by giving it a quick flick. "But I guess I should have known better. A chubby girl like you couldn't have seen a day of hard work in your life."

Octavia's mouth went agape, she had never been so offended in her life. She was about to give the pegasus a piece of her mind, but then figured out the mare's game. The pegasus was seeing how much she could upset her by mocking her. If that was how she wanted to play it then Octavia knew the best way to get back at her was to ignore the mare. Whiplash had other plans though.

Coming up to Octavia she used the crop to get her prisoner's attention, swiping it across the grey mare's snout. "Hey! I am speaking. A mare in your position should answer when a pony like me addresses you." Octavia's nose stung from the strike, but she kept her silence much to the pegasus' annoyance. "Fine, if that is how you want to be." Whiplash took a few steps to Octavia's left, placing herself in front of Comet Tail. "I'll just have to play with my boy toy. He is much more responsive to what I have to offer."

Comet flinched as the pegasus pressed the leather of the crop against his balls, his cock becoming harder the more she played with his genitals. "Please don't hit me Ma'am." The stallion whined, having a good idea where this was going. Whiplash, happy to hear his respectful tone, instead grabbed his dick with her free hand and stroked it up and down.

Octavia watched on as Comet closed his eyes and let out lustful noises at her touches. It looked like he was legitimately enjoying himself, but after all that had happened to him how could he find anything his tormentor did to him arousing? It didn't take too long for the unicorn to shoot out a line of jism in from his cock, letting out sounds of his joy of his climax in a gargled moan. The moaning was interrupted though as the crop Whiplash held connected with the stallion's sack.

"Bad boy! I never said that you could cum." The pegasus said as she watched Comet Tail curl up on the bench, grabbing a hold of his crotch in an attempt to protect it from further damage. "Do I have to put clamps on your urethra till you learn how to hold your pleasure?"

Comet shook his head. "No Ma'am, I'm sorry. Don't hurt me any more..." The fear in the stallion's dread was noticeable, even to Octavia.

Despite this Whiplash pulled back her crop, sadistic glee on her face. "If you want to avoid punishment then you know what you have to do." Comet nodded and removed his hands from his crotch, spreading his legs far to further expose his dick and sack. Whiplash enjoyed watching the stallion shake nervously as he anticipated the next blow.

"Stop!" Whiplash heard Octavia yell just as she was about to strike. "Leave him alone, can't you see he's scared." The earth mare said with an almost threatening tone.

"Of course I do." Whiplash replied. "That's the point you stupid girl. This one has been trained to submit, to fear what will happen to him should he refuse my desires."

"You're a monster..." Octavia said, stating her sentiments plainly.

The statement only served to amuse Whiplash, making her cackle in reply. "Well if you think I am going too hard on the boy you can always take his place. Just spread those legs of you and I'll give your pussy a few swats. You might even like it."

Octavia was considering taking Comet's place, a lash on the lips of her vagina wouldn't hurt her nearly as much as a strike on his testicles. Before she could agree to the terms though the stallion spoke up about the pegasus' offer. "Y-yes, please! Hurt her instead Ma'am! I have been obedient, she's the one being defying you since she got here!"

"Wait? What?!" Said Octavia, having not expected the unicorn to turn on her. After what she had just put herself through she would've assumed he'd be more grateful.

Whiplash, bemused by the stallion's request. "I guess you have been good all day. What do you think I should do to her?"

Comet relaxed a bit, happy to hear that Whiplash was going to turn her attentions away from him. "Well Ma'am...." He said thinking hard on the subject. "Why don't you make her fuck herself with an over-sized dildo till she cums."

Whiplash huffed, not finding the stallion's suggestion very interesting. "After everything I've done to you that is as creative as you can get? Maybe I should punish you instead to get those brain juices flowing."

"No!" Comet said. "Y-You didn't let me finish! What I meant to say was she fucks herself on the dildo while you hold a rope that's around her neck. Then you can make her choke her while she's pounding her cunt."

"I will do no such thing!" Octavia said in protest.

"I am afraid she's right. As much as I would love to watch her impale herself on something as thick as her arm she's protected. You have given me a good idea though. I need to get some things. Don't either of you go anywhere." She said, almost singing the last bit as flapped her wings and flew to the room's exit.

Octavia watched the mare leave and then gave the stallion a fierce glare. "What the hell was that all about?! I don't know if you noticed but I quite literally saved your ass!"

The unicorn stallion looked away from the earth mare. "Yeah, thanks for that." Comet said in a somber tone. "But that is only part of what I've experienced here so far."

"That doesn't give you the right to tell her how to torture me. If I knew this was how you were I would've let you stay in that device." Octavia replied, showing her detest.

Comet shook his head. "You don't understand, that.... mare is crazy. She delights in causing pain and enjoys watching ponies turn on each other. If I didn't tell her to do something than she would've come up with something worse to do to both of us." Octavia didn't doubt the stallion, but she still didn't think that justified him suggesting she asphyxiated herself for a ponies amusement. "Many ponies here like to pit us slaves against each other, it makes it harder for anypony to trust each other."

"You know what they're doing and you still go along with it?" Octavia said, not sure if she felt that made the stallion even more detestable or not. It didn't matter anyways. What did was that this was the first time since she got here that she could talk to someone who wasn't one of her captors. "Whatever, look.... it seems like you've been here a while. Tell me where we are and who these ponies are."

"I don't know, they don't tell us much. I can't tell you if we're in a city or somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I only know what they call themselves, the 'Equestria Trainers' Society'. They seem to all be ponies of influence and most of them are incredibly wealthy." Comet told the mare.

Octavia pondered on what the stallion told her. "That would explain how they're about to capture so many of us, with enough resources anypony could do this. Still it's amazing that they have gone undetected by the royal guard."

"Oh they know.... at least some of them do. I've seen a few here as guests, all of them high ranking officials or at least that is what I've been told." Said Comet.

"Are you sure? I can't believe that ponies that Celestia would chose to protect the kingdom would be so corrupt." Octavia hoped that the stallion was misinformed, else this could not only be bad for them but perhaps even all of Equestria.

Comet hung his head in defeat. "I'm pretty sure... but it could just be another ploy to keep us under control. They are always trying to reinforce the idea that there is no escape and the only way we will even see the light of day again is if we prove that we are willing to cooperate."

An idea came to Octavia's at the stallion's words. "So what if I 'prove myself' and then once I get out of here head to Princess Celestia herself." She said in a hushed tone.

Comet Tail shook his head once more. "It wouldn't work. The head mistress has some way to make sure that ponies obey. Something known among us slaves as the 'heart ritual'. If they do it to you then you're theirs. Then they send you to the lower level and no pony knows what goes on down there, but if you ask me it's just worse torture while they make you beg for it."

That wasn't good news to Octavia. If they had some means to force submission than it was just a matter of time before she would have her free will stripped from her. She couldn't let that happen. Whatever this ritual was though it had to be a form of magic, but what kind was uncertain. She either had to learn more so she could resist the spell or get out before it could be cast on her. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that if they had such magic than it would only be beneficial to put slaves under its spell immediately.

Following that logic she deduced it meant one of two things. Either there was a reason that prevented them from doing it as soon as she stepped hoof in their building and thus she had some time to make an escape plan.... or the ponies in charge simply found it more enjoyable to act out their sadistic acts on unwilling participants. For her sake she hoped that it was the former and not the latter.

Octavia wanted to ask the unicorn stallion more, but at that moment the door to the room opened. As expected Whiplash had returned, holding an odd looking object in her hand. Unexpectedly she was followed by the crystal unicorn that had handed Octavia off to the pegasus in the first place. The two came before the two bound ponies, looking down at them with looks of superiority.

"Sorry I took so long to get back." Whiplash said addressing Octavia and Comet Tail. "Along the way back Lady Tourmaline caught up with me. Seems our time is up little earth mare. I'll just have to resign myself to using Comet for my amusement instead." The stallion let out a small whimper at Whiplash's words, but even as the pegasus undid his chain he didn't resist or try to escape. Once released from the ring in the floor he stood up and prepared himself to be guided by the mare. "Oh! Before I leave you two I did want to give this to the earth pony." Whiplash handed Schorl the object in her hand and then took her leave, pulling Comet behind her as she went to some out of Octavia's sight to parts unknown to the earth mare.

Schorl looked over the item that was given to her for a moment before returning her attention the mare sitting in front of her. "Octavia...." Said the crystal mare.

"Schorl...." The grey mare said back.

"That's Lady Tourmaline." Schorl corrected. "All ponies here are to address me as such." The crystal pony went in closer to the bound mare.

Thoughts of attacking the mare filled Octavia's mind. Seeing how she was bound in place though it would do nothing save for provide her with some self-gratification followed by more pain. "Well then 'Lady Tourmaline' perhaps you could tell me a little more about what you plan to do with me."

"I thought it would be clear by now. I guess I could reiterate if you haven't caught on." Schorl spread Octavia's leg and brought the item Whiplash gave her down to the earth mare's crotch. The device was a smoothed, curved piece of plastic with several straps that secured around the legs. Getting a good look at it Octavia embarrassingly recognized the object as a butterfly vibrator.

She had stumbled across one once when looking around Vinyl's room for a quill. When she asked her roommate what it was for she was stunned when the unicorn brashly explained that it was meant to stimulate the labia by pressing against them and shaking rapidly. Needless to say, it was the last time Octavia searched around in Vinyl's room without the unicorn to assist her.

Schorl finished putting the device on Octavia, it now pressing firmly against the earth mare's pussy snugly. "Now what is it that your simple mind can't comprehend about this place?"

"Well... I was wonder-eep!" Octavia let out a meek yelp as the she felt a tremor in her crotch. The vibrator suddenly came on and sent pleasurable feelings inside Octavia's pussy. Looking up at crystal unicorn she found the reason why in her glowing horn. Like many pony machines it seemed the sex toy ran on unicorn magic. She re-focused herself to push her thoughts past the enjoyable feelings. "I would like to know who my.... owner is."

"Your owner, you mean you don't know?" Schorl put a hand to her muzzle as she continued to fuel the vibrator with her magic. "Perhaps I should keep it a secret. Might be a more pleasant surprise for you later if you meet them in person once you have become more acclimated to your role."

"But.... wouldn't it be more beneficial for my owner if I knew. I mean then I could adjust myself to better serve their need." Octavia said trying to convince Schorl. If she did escape from this place she didn't want the pony who got her in to this situation to get away.

Schorl smirked and used her horn to remove the chain from Octavia's collar. "That would be nice, but you and I both know that you don't have the slightest inkling of submitting willingly." Octavia gave the crystal pony a glare that confirmed her statement. "Don't worry, you will meet them in due time and when you do you'll be begging to serve their every whim."

"I doubt it..." Octavia retorted.

"We will see then." Schorl tugged on the chain, pulling Octavia to her hooves by her arms. It was time to go and Octavia was happy to leave the weight room. The only thing that made her want to resist was the knowledge that she was going to be heading someplace that was just as terrible if not worse.

Within moments Octavia was walking down the halls she had been in when she left the warehouse area of the building. This time however the passage was far more crowded with other ponies, both slaves and their owners. As they would pass by the fancy looking members of the Society would greet the crystal pony and inquire about Octavia, having never seen the grey mare before. Schorl would then in response explain what little she actually knew about the mare which came down to the fact that she was a musician, that she was registered as a type three and that she was going to be available for rental very soon. It was the first time that Octavia was thankful for her low notoriety.

It continued like this for several minutes, to the point that Octavia was becoming tired of having to stop periodically to wait for Schorl to speak with every pony she encountered. After a while she began to wonder if somehow this was some form of her training, as if Schorl was trying to teach her how to patiently wait on her "superiors". It was either that or a lesson in humility since at request Octavia had to expose her breasts and rear, all the while being pleasured by the piece of plastic buzzing against her slit. It really didn't matter if it was either, Octavia was only going through the motions till the time was right.

"YOU BITCH!" Octavia heard coming from one of the rooms as she passed by it. At first she ignored it, she had been hearing screams of pain from many of the rooms she passed and assumed it was more of the same. As they got past the doors they opened wide and another earth mare was tossed out of it. Coming out behind her was a large red clydesdale with golden blonde hair, grimacing in pain as he held his cock in his hand.

This event couldn't be ignored by either Octavia or Schorl. "Mister Locks, you know the rules. Bringing your personal kinks out in the halls is strictly prohibited. Please take the girl back in the room if you want to continue your abuse." Schorl reprimanded the large stallion.

"This has nothing to do with my kinks!" The clydesdale yell. "This fucking bitch bit my dick!" Schorl, hearing his explanation for the outburst, went over him and got down on her knees next to him, gently removing his hands from his penis. Examining the stallion she found a row of tooth marks on the top and bottom of the sensitive piece of flesh. "Oh you poor thing, I didn't know I had given you a biter. Let me make it feel better." Before the stallion could accept or object the offer Schorl stuck out her tongue and ran it across his wound.

Octavia watched the crystal pony for a few short seconds before looking over to the purple haired, grey furred mare quivering and sobbing on the floor. She actually knew the girl as a freelance reporter and photographer that she had seen at several of her performances named Snappy Scoop. How someone like her could end up in a place like this escaped Octavia, but there were more pressing matters at the moment than figuring that out.

The mare was covered in bruises and small lacerations, telltale signs of physical abuse. With this severity of damage the stallion must have been at it for hours, meticulously hurting her in ways that Octavia didn't want to even imagine. It was apparent to her that after all that Scoop had bit the stallion in self defense, perhaps when he was trying force his shaft down her throat. Comparatively the light mark the stallion bore was nothing, but there was no doubt of whose side Schorl was going to take.

Schorl finished her oral treatment of the injury and looked up to the stallion. "Well Mister Locks, how should we handle this situation?"

"I would prefer that she had her teeth pulled from her head with a pair of pliers, but I guess that would not be acceptable... Would it!" The stallion said kicking the mare's leg, which made her curl up in response.

Schorl got to her feet and stood in the clydesdale's way. "Mister Locks, I understand your frustration but we cannot simply maim the girl. I think we can come to a compromise though. I'll have the minotaurs take her for a while and they can have their fun with her until she becomes more malleable."

"That doesn't really do anything for me?" The stallion said, not satisfied with the punishment Schorl was suggesting.

"Well then, I'll have her be delivered to you afterwards and you can continue your session with a complimentary meal and bottle of wine from my personal supply." Schorl could see that the clydesdale was still not satisfied and she really couldn't blame him. "And.... I'll allow you use of Sweet Mint for a day of your choosing."

That seemed to get the stallion's attention. "Well.... I guess that I can keep myself from breaking the girl's snout. Just get her out of my sight..."

With that the clydesdale walked off down the hall, Schorl summoning a few minotaurs as he did. "You, please take this girl to medical and get her fixed up. After that take her to the guard's chamber and teach her not to bite when a cock is presented to her." The minotaur nodded and grabbed Snappy Scoop by the collar around her neck, forcing her to stand before forcing her to walk.

"And you..." Schorl said to the remaining minotaur. "Keep an eye on Mister Locks, we don't want him taking out his anger on the other slaves." Just like the other minotaur this one gave a nod and when right to the task given to him. Once they were gone Schorl continued down the hall.

"Is that all?" Octavia said to the crystal mare, repulsed by how little Schorl had done. "He beats a mare within an inch of her life and you reward him for it?"

"You exaggerate...." Schorl replied. "The girl only had light bruises and cuts. If I felt that she was hurt too badly then I would've scolded him for it. Regardless a slave should never bite the hand that feeds her, even if what she is being fed is cum." Schorl heard Octavia make a growl in response to her words. "It's her fault anyways. I never intended for her to be a target, but then she had to poke her nose in places it didn't belong and I don't take trespassing lightly." The crystal pony quickened her pace and reached the end of the hall, opening a set of double doors.

Schorl and Octavia finally made it to their destination and once inside a terrible sight came to the earth mare's eyes. In the room were dozens of ponies being suspended off the ground on hooks like pieces of meat. They were each inside some sort of cloth sack which were bound tightly to their bodies with leather belts. Covering their eyes were heavy blindfolds and around their mouths were leather masks with tubes going into them from a canister in a holder on the chest part of the sacks. Each of the ponies showed very little movement except for small twitches.

"Dear Celestia.... what in Equestria is this?!" Octavia said as fear entered her thoughts for the first time since she got here. This room was like a nightmare, something that only a twisted mind would come up with. Following her instincts she turned around to flee from the room, determined to drag Schorl along if she had to, but ran right into the muscular body of a minotaur. The creature was holding in his hand was an empty sack like the ones the others were in and she knew that it was meant for her.

"Be still girl." Said the large creature as he put his hand around her neck. He was significantly smaller than the one named Sartek, but that still put him at about twice the size of her. Flexing his mighty muscles he lifted the mare up off the ground for a moment to place her waist deep in the bag.

Schorl, noticing that the chain was in the way, unshackled the grey mare and allowed the minotaur the raise the sack's opening up to her neck. "You may relax, I promise you these ponies are fine."

"Fine!? They seem barely alive!" Octavia screamed as the minotaur tightened a strap that was stitched around the opening. Doing so caused the opening to close tightly around her neck. She kicked and flailed against the bag, but the fabric it was made of had too much give and stretched out instead of tearing.

"They are sleeping." Schorl insisted. "That is a sleep sack and this is the resting area for type threes. Since they aren't allow to fuck like type ones or twos we keep them out of the kennels, safer for them."

Octavia didn't care about the explanation, all she wanted was out of the bag. She struggled and struggled, but as the minotaur tightened belt after belt she found herself able to move increasingly less till she was completely cocooned. "Please... don't. I don't want to be like them." Octavia begged, shedding tears and finally showing a bit of weakness. She couldn't hide the fact that this scenario was frightening.

Schorl however only smiled and used her horn to levitate a blindfold and a black mask like the ones the others were wearing over to her from some unknown location in the room. "It will be fine." She said in a slightly comforting, yet slightly sinister voice. Before Octavia could make another protest against the treatment the blindfold was placed over her eyes and the mask over her muzzle, a tube on the inside of it being shoved in her mouth.

She couldn't see what happened next, but she didn't have to. She already could tell the minotaur was attaching one of the canisters she saw to the mask and soon she could taste a gas flowing through the tube. She could've tried to bite down, cut the tubes flow off, except that the mask was bound so tightly that it blocked of her ability to breath through her nose. She had no choice, she had to take the funny tasting air into her lungs.

"Don't you worry Octavia." Schorl said, wrapping her arms around the bound earth mare. "It's only a mild sleeping agent. It will make sure that you get the rest you need for the day to come. Trust me when I say you will be needing it." Schorl felt the mare's wriggling weaken and giggled at her futile resistance.

"Oh! One more thing, almost forgot to give you this." The crystal unicorn levitated one more item over to her, a small tape recorder. She then placed a set of headphones attached to it in Octavia's ears and turned on the device before placing it in a holder next to a metal ring on the back. "There we go, she's ready now." The minotaur, who had kept Octavia in his grip, lifted her up once more and walked with her to an empty rounded hook hanging from the ceiling. He carefully placed the helpless mare on it by the ring on the back of the sleep sack.

Octavia didn't want to give in as she moved the best she could in the confinement of her bindings. The more she fought though the more the gas took effect, which made it harder to keep up her struggles. Not only that but now a deep, commanding voice echoed in her head. "You are a slave.... Listen to Master... He knows what's best.... His will is your command.... To resist is pain.... To submit is pleasure.... You are property.... A thing to be owned.... You are a slave...."

The recording looped over and over, all the while a pleasant buzzing resonated in Octavia's crotch. They were trying to program her, to make her subconsciously believe what this formless voice was telling her. She had to try and resist, but as she drifted to sleep she knew that this was only the first of many such "rests". Her body grew limp and soon all she could think of was the repeating commands that dominated her dreams.

Author's Note

Not much to note today except that our guest background ponies are Comet Tail and Snappy Scoop