"Aah! Augh! Urahhh!" Octavia languished in pain as she felt the impact of wood against her flank. The stallion behind her had been going at it for what felt like hours and she was sure that every inch of her butt was bright red. Her head and hands were trapped within a standing stockade, but her body was completely free to move as she wished. If she wanted she could take a seat to try to avoid the sting of the swats, but at this point she knew better. This was a test, the stallion was seeing if he could make her give in and if she did it would give him the go ahead to do something worse to her. It was just better to take the abuse like a champ than to show weakness.

The stallion came into view of the grey mare. "You are doing better Octavia. Your legs are a bit shaky, but at least you didn't buckle." Said the stallion. Octavia didn't know his name, but she knew him as a regular that rented her often. This greenish-yellow furred, green maned stallion had a fetish for making mares stand while at attention or while balancing fragile glasses on trays as he would deliver torment in the form of swats with a crop or a switch. In the past Octavia failed to please and thus he took it upon himself to train her. It annoyed the mare, but she couldn't argue with the results. "I think next session I'll let you join with the other girls again. They need an example like you to prove that I'm being perfectly reasonable with my requests."

"Thank you sir. Your words are too kind." Octavia said, swallowing her pride. She could voice her complaints, tell the stallion he could go shove his paddle up his ass, but that would just be stupid. Stupid got you a whip across the back or suspended off the ground in painful bondage. That was not the way to survive in this terrible place. Being smart, acting polite and submissive, that was how you avoided the punishments that would break you. As long as they didn't make her believe it then she could continue to try and find a way out.

The stallion, satisfied with her response, unzipped his pants and exposed his erect dick. Octavia showed no fear as he approached her. Her status as a type three slave protected her from anything worse than him teasing her vagina with his member. That wasn't what he wanted anyways.

Coming up to the bound mare he placed the organ next to her face, stopping just before touching her. The scent of it made Octavia's nose cringe in recoil. It was obvious that he hadn't washed their for a few days at least. "Come on dearie, accept your reward."

The stallion didn't want her to suck it, that was against the rules for her. What he did want was in a way more embarrassing. Octavia didn't want to earn a punishment by offending him though, so she moved her head towards the penis. She rubbed her face on it, making sure to get every part of it on her muzzle. She did this until the stallion backed away slightly and began stroking himself vigorously. Within moments he shot his load directly in her eye, Octavia just closing it a split second before it hit.

Having relieved himself the stallion unlocked the stocks, allowing the grey mare to stand upright. She immediately took the opportunity to rub her sore rear. The simple massaging touches made it ache, but at the same time it felt wonderful. Octavia couldn't help but moan, which got a laugh out of the stallion.

"Laugh it up you bastard...." Octavia thought, "You'll get yours." Even while thinking this the mare kept a smile on her face, never showing her true feelings. The more that it seemed like she was going along with the program the less of a threat she would seem and the more liberty she would have. At least that was the plan.

The stallion, now finished with the paddle, opened a chest that was in a corner in the room and tossed it inside. "I'm afraid our time is up my dear." He said zipping up his pants as he headed to the door. "But I'll be back soon enough to make sure that your ass doesn't get too cold." With that the stallion left the room. Octavia prepared herself mentally, waiting for her signal.

As soon as she heard the telltale sound of a lock clicking shut she rushed around the room to find anything she could use. She only had a short while before someone would retrieve her and every second counted. First she went for the chest. Inside it was lots of toys and items that the members of the Society used on slaves. If she could get to them it would surely provide something that she could use. Grabbing the lid she tried to lift it, but found that she was unable to do so.

"Tsk.... locked." Octavia said lowly and then went to the stockade next. It was bolted to the floor, but it was not the stockade itself that was she wanted. She quickly inspected the structure of the contraption and used her finger nail on any of the screws she thought would be harder to notice. Most of them were too tightly screwed in, but to her luck she found one that she could turn. "Yes!" She exclaimed in her hushed tone. She wasn't exactly sure what she would do with the screw once it was out, but it was metal and small enough to conceal. Something like that would surely come in handy.

Her celebration was cut short as she heard the door lock turn once more. Someone was coming in and she had little time to find a store to put the newly acquired object. She couldn't just leave it in the room, someone could find it and even if they didn't there was no guarantee of if or when she would return to it. She had to hide it on her person, but with only a leather collar around her neck as clothing the question was where.

The door came open and a minotaur stepped inside carrying several chained shackles in his hands. He didn't have to look hard to find the mare he was sent after as she was sitting on her knees in front of the stockade in the center of the room, head down and hands on her thighs. It seemed that this one was well on her way to being tamed, but being close and actually being tamed was two different things.

"On your hooves bitch, it's shower time. Gotta get your filthy cunt cleaned for the next guest." The minotaur said tapping a baton attached to his belt. The meaning was not lost on Octavia and she quickly got up to avoid a beating. Minotaurs were notorious for being exceptionally cruel to slaves, taking every advantage to abuse them when they showed even a little defiance. One was better off directly disobeying one of the members than giving one of the guards even a little bit of lip.

Now standing, Octavia offered her arms out in front of her, she knew the routine. As expected the minotaur grabbed her arm in his strong grasp and place a shackle to her wrist. She then waited patiently as the same was done to her other wrist and both her ankles. Lastly a final chain was attached to her collar. Since the minotaur held each of these chains in a one of his hand all it would take is one tug of his arm to pull the mare's entire body.

Seeing that that the minotaur was finished Octavia headed for the exit, not wanting to stay in it any longer than necessary. To her dismay she felt her chains go taut. "Is something wrong?" She said, turning her head back to the minotaur. The minotaur, not liking her tone gave the mare's chain a tug, spinning her body around back towards him and making her fall to her hands and knees.

"Surprise inspection, got to make sure you aren't trying to take a toy out with you. Bet you're just hungry to have something hard it your puss." The minotaur said with a grin on his face.

Octavia lifted her head to him, doing her best not to show the anger she felt. "I'm a type three sir, penetration is not allowed."

"All the more reason to make sure you don't have a vibrator in your ass. Now get up and place you hands on this." The minotaur said gesturing to the stocks. Octavia looked away, if the minotaur searched her body then there would be a chance he would find the screw. "If you don't have anything to hide then it shouldn't be a big deal. So what's it going to be?" Octavia complied with his demands, getting up off the ground once more. Bending forward as she braced herself against the wooden structure, taking a deep breath as she spread her legs and tried to relax.

The minotaur crouched down behind the earth mare. "What a lovely sight. I can see why someone snatched you up. What I wouldn't do to fuck you right now." The minotaur grabbed Octavia's thighs and spread them just a bit further than the mare had before, enough to that the strain caused her muscles to hurt. He then opened his mouth and let out his long, thick tongue.

Octavia let out a loud gasp as she felt the slippery tongue slide up along her pussy lips and through the middle of her butt. Her whole body shook and squirmed as the large bovine male took in the mare's flavor, going at an agonizingly slow pace. Hearing the mare's moans of pleasure he could tell she was his and she would be his for as long as he wanted.

At least that was how he wished it was, but the grey mare was on a schedule so he had to be quick. He wasn't about to let her get away without cumming at his touches though, it would be an insult to his manhood if she didn't. Placing the tip of his tongue on the hood of her clit, lapping at it furiously. The mare's struggles to resist the onslaught of feelings doubled and she was now actively trying to escape his grasp. Before long the minotaur felt a spray of liquids shoot on his tongue, indicating that he had achieved his victory.

Octavia let out a howl of defeat as a powerful climax flooded throughout her body. As much as she tried to resist it mentally her flesh betrayed her. "Don't let it get to you..." She thought trying to reassure herself as the minotaur released her legs and she felt him finally start his inspection by spreading her ass open. "Anypony would do that if it happened to them. It's a matter of physical stimulation. You didn't enjoy it. They are not changing you. Just remember that." Despite what she tried to tell herself though the truth was her body was quivering in pleasure at the violation. If not for her recent training she would have buckled and curled up on the floor as she let the afterglow cover her very being.

"Ok bitch, you pass." The minotaur said finally after looking in her vagina. Octavia was relived that it was over, but then again this humiliating event was just going to lead to another. The only consolation she had was that the minotaur, in his lustful motivations, did not search her hard enough to find the screw. Feeling a light tug on the chains connected to her she removed herself from the stockade and followed the guard out of the room.

The minotaur guard led Octavia through the halls that she had become accustomed to during her time at the Society. She had at this point memorized her way to several of the important places. If she was allowed to move freely she could find her way the showers, the private rooms, the lounge and type three holding chambers, which were right next to the kennels. This knowledge would come in handy when she had the opportunity to make her escape.

When and if that would come was unclear to the mare since she was always in a position of bondage. Chained and led from one destination to another, put in contraptions as other ponies touched her, placed under lock and key when she got the small amount of rest that was granted to her. Most slaves were treated the same with only the most timid being allowed to follow their owner unabated, though Octavia had a feeling that this was done against Society rules. For her though it was difficult to find a opening that she could take advantage of, but if there was one she would find it.

As she approached the shower room she saw a bunch of ponies sitting in a row seats that were placed in front of it. Each of them were wearing classy suits and dresses, indications of their high stature in society and as members of the Society. They were all waiting for their slaves to clean themselves so they would be presentable for their next session of torture and rape. Octavia wondered if the one that was going to use her next was already waiting there, but in the end it didn't matter. If the pony wasn't here now they would be once she was out. The Society made sure she never go a moment's rest.

The minotaur unlocked the shackles that bound Octavia and removed the chain on her leash before pointing her inside. "Go in, get clean and be quick about it." Octavia was glad to obey the command to go in. She went through the door and found herself in a small hall that lead to the showers. On one side of the hall was a window with an open slot beneath it. She headed to the window, taking off her collar as she did. Stepping in front of the window she was greeting by a blue pegasus mare.

"Octavia, welcome back." The mare said from behind the window. "Did you have fun with the owners? I heard that you were scheduled with Mister Orange today." Octavia knew this mare from her previous times here. Her name was April Showers. She was one of the of the "trustee" ponies, one who not only submitted to the program but had openly desired it.

The first time Octavia heard her position on this treatment she couldn't believe it. Over time though she had seen more and more ponies that enjoyed the lifestyle of serving another pony hand and hoof. That in itself wasn't a problem, but this devotion usually was to such a degree that they didn't care who else was forced to serve against their will. This level of dedication wasn't without its perks either. In the case of April she was given a cozy job running the mare's shower room.

"You know better to ask me something like that." Octavia said in detest as she slid her collar through the open slot.

April pouted. "You're such a spoil sport. You could at least tell me what happened." The pegasus took the collar and put it in a box before sliding a small bottle of soap back to the earth mare.

Octavia took the bottle and considered for a moment if she should try to offer the pegasus the information she sought for information that would help her escape, but figured that was the type of thing that would get her plan found out. "If you want to know what he does to me then why don't you go ask him. I am not going to share a terrible experience with someone who will just get off on it." With that Octavia left the window and went to the main shower area.

The feeling of warm mists and welcoming sound of running water came to Octavia's senses. This was most defiantly Octavia's favorite place in her prison and if she asked any of the other slaves she was certain they would say the same. Not only was it relaxing, but for some reason the members of the Society and the guards were forbidden to enter the shower area. Because of that it was one of the few places that the slaves could find peace away from those who oppressed them.

Octavia found an unoccupied shower and turned it on. The water poured down on her and instantly made the mare feel better. If this really was the rest of her life than this was what she lived for. Compared to being spanked for hours this was heaven. She didn't have time to enjoy it though, she had things to do. Opening the bottle she poured some of the soap in her free hand. Setting the container aside she put her hands in her mane and rubbed in the soap, making sure to get it all over. She then felt around for a moment before pulling the screw she hid on her person out of her luscious hair.

Looking at the item she went over a few ideas of what she could do with it. The first thing that came to mind was to use it as a makeshift lock pick, but she really didn't have any experience in that sort of thing. She could uses the point of it to whittle away at a pair of cuffs, but that would take far too long. She could try to use it as a weapon, but it would hardly do any damage seeing the size of it.

Looking back the risk she took for such a thing was far more than its worth to her. "If only my special talent was being an escape artist." Octavia said to herself. Regardless she had it now and she was going to figure out a use for it, but first she had to hide it. She reached for the bottle of soap and knocked it off the shelf. She then bent down to pick it up and as she did she slide the piece of metal in one of the holes in the drain cover beneath her shower, the head of the screw making sure it didn't fall all the way through. She could only hope that no one would notice it. With the screw now hidden Octavia was about to return to her cleaning herself off, that was until she heard the sound of light sobbing.

At first she tried to ignore it, she had enough trouble trying to figure a way out of this place. The sobbing didn't stop though and about half a minute was all it took for her conscience to get the better of her. With a heavy sigh she turned to face the source of sobbing. She couldn't believe what she saw and it shocked her to her core.

Across the room, turned away from her as she sat on the floor and held her legs in her arms, was a white mare with blue striped hair. Her mind immediately went to one thought. "Vinyl!" Her heart sunk at the idea of her friend being in this horrible place. She didn't even care about the missed recitals and broken promises anymore, no pony deserved to be here. She quickly rushed to her friend's side, wanting to comfort the unicorn and tell her that she was wrong for leaving in anger.

The closer she got to the mare the more she realized she had been mistaken. Vinyl's fur was pure white and this mare's was more of a cream color. That and her stripped mane was much lighter than the DJ pony's too. She was relieved, but a bit saddened that it wasn't the familiar face she had hoped for. That didn't stop her progress though and soon she was standing behind the sobbing mare.

"Excuse me..." Octavia said gently and polite as she didn't want to startle the girl. "Are you alright? Do you need some help?" They were stupid questions, of course she wasn't ok but how else was she suppose to approach the pony.

The crying pony didn't reply to Octavia's words so the grey mare bent down and placed a hand on her shoulder. "EEP!" The girl yelped, spinning around quickly and pushing away from Octavia with her legs. Now that Octavia could get a good look at her face she could see that this pony was an earth pony.

"I'm sorry." Octavia said calmly as she raised her hands up, trying to not seem intimidating. "You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm a friend. I just wanted to check on you." Placing her arms on the floor, Octavia slowly crawled forward, extending a hand to the frightened mare when she got close enough. She was surprised when the cream colored mare sprung forward and pulled her into a hug.

"T-they... they... raped me! They tied me down.... and a unicorn.... stole my virginity... it hurt so bad!" Yelled the mare, reasonably distressed over the incident. Octavia noticed that this had gotten the attention of some of the other mares, but they kept to themselves as they didn't want to get involved. Octavia could understand since she had almost did the same, but the lack of sympathy did annoy her slightly.

"It's ok, I know.... I know...." Octavia said, not really knowing what she could say to comfort the girl. Then she though that perhaps some familiarity would help. Pushing the mare back and looked her in the eyes. "My name is Octavia Melody. Could you tell me your name?"

"It's... Coco.... Coco Pommel..." The mare said, calming down slightly as she focused on Octavia.

"Coco, that is a lovely name." Octavia said in a manner one would say to a filly. She didn't mean to condescend the mare, she just didn't want to upset her any further. The fact that this mare was a bit smaller than an average pony didn't help to detract from this feeling. "Now I just want to check... does it still hurt anywhere?" Coco nodded and looked down. As Octavia followed her gaze she saw looked directly at her crotch and what she saw sent dread and disgust through her.

Blood was freely dripping from the poor mare's vagina, enough to tell that it wasn't just a torn hymen. "Dear Celestia.... Didn't anyone check you after they-!" Octavia stopped herself, seeing she was scaring the girl. This couldn't be ignored though, someone had to do something and seeing how the others here would rather avoid the situation all together there was only one option remaining. Getting to her hooves Octavia walked right to the exit.

"Oh, you're done already?" Octavia heard April Showers say as she passed by the window, walking down the hallway with purpose. She went right by her though, ignoring the mare completely. "Octavia! You forgot to dry off! Octavia! You need your collar before you leave!" April bit her lip. This was a problem. She knew what she had to do, rushing to the back of her room she went to get the guards.

Entering the hall, the soaked earth pony looked over all the waiting Society members. All of the arrogant pricks sitting there expecting ponies to simply come to them for more abuse before thanking them for the opportunity to be tortured by them. Wouldn't they be surprised by what was about to happen. "Which one of you is the owner of Coco Pommel?!" Octavia asked loudly, making some of the members jump a bit in their seats.

One of the members, a pink mare with purple hair, chuckled in her chair. "What's the matter my dear? Have you taken a liking to my assistant? Want me to set up a little play time for the two of you?"

Octavia clenched her fist, this mare was so full of herself that she didn't even perceive the rage Octavia was expressing. Her smug look made the grey mare sick. Was this really the kind of ponies that Octavia had wanted to associate with not so long ago? Were all ponies in high society like this? Just how close had she been to becoming like them? It didn't matter now, what did was that Coco got help.

Stomping up to the pink mare Octavia made no hesitation in grabbing her by the front of the dress. The grey mare pulled her out of the seat and gave an angry glare to the now frightened society member. "You stupid, pompous bitch! Don't you know that your 'assistant' is physically injured!?" The other ponies jumped out of their seats and surrounded the two mares. It seemed they intended to break up the two, but another hate filled gaze kept the group at bay.

The pink mare didn't say anything in protest. She was too scared to even move. She had never been in this kind of position before. Even when she had cheated one of her rivals recently the worst she got were protests that she simply brushed off. This was a situation that she didn't know how to handle. Luckily for her she didn't have to.

"What is going on here!?" A voice said over the crowd. The ponies opened a path and as they did a group of minotaurs came in view of Octavia and in front of them was the crystal unicorn Schorl Tourmaline. "Octavia.... I had though you were progressing so well... I can see now I was wrong. Guards, please remove this slave from our guest."

"Wait!" Octavia pleaded. "I have a good reason for this!"

Schorl lifted a hand to delay her order. "I will humor you, for a moment... what do you think could justify this?"

Octavia didn't expect the unicorn to actually listen. Having been given a bit of leeway she returned the gesture by releasing the pink pony. "This member of your group has caused her slave serious damage. She is in the shower right now bleeding from her crotch."

Schorl eyes gave a glint of worry at this news, but she retained her composure. "Go get a doctor, I want to make sure this slave is telling the truth." She said to one of the guards. The minotaur gave a nod and walked off. The only thing Octavia could do now was wait.

Some time later Octavia and Schorl were in the showers watching a pony give Coco some medical attention. The only doctor they could find at the time was one of the willing mares with experience as a nurse. Once finished the nurse mare came to Schorl and explained what happen. "She is fine, her vaginal walls tore a bit when a stallion popped her cherry. I gave her a bit of ointment for now to stop the bleeding and help it heal."

"Good, you may go return to your duties." The crystal unicorn said, dismissing the nurse mare. The girl nodded and left to return to whatever it was she had been doing before. Schorl, now fully aware of how bad Coco was, brought a hand to her muzzle. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Octavia. I am going to have to have a talk with Miss Suri later about this."

Octavia was glad that the crystal pony understood the situation, but she didn't expect to get away with her outburst. "So what about me?"

"You... will be punished for not finding a better way to rectify this. Next time just talk to one of the guards or the trustees. I will schedule something for later, something light. For now finish your shower." Schorl then walked over to Coco, helping the mare up off the ground. "As for you, I think you've deserved a break. Come with me, I'll have somepony fetch you a warm meal."

The two ponies passed by Octavia and as they did she caught Coco lip to her the words "Thank you". For the first time since she had been enslaved Octavia felt really good about herself. At the very least she made a difference in someone's life, albeit small. She was so happy that it didn't even bother her when another mare came up from behind and wrapped an arm around her neck.

"Way to go girl!" The mare said, ruffling the earth pony's hair. Looking back she instantly recognize the mare as Fleetfoot. Octavia had seen Fleetfoot around the club before and it would be hard not to notice a celebrity such as her. "Glad to see that somepony here has some guts."

"Well thank you, but what about you? You couldn't have possibly not noticed Coco crying." Said Octavia, giving Fleetfoot a dirty look.

Fleetfoot removed herself from the earth mare and rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah... sorry about that.... I guess I'm just another pathetic pony trying to keep her head down. Let me try and make up for it."

"Don't worry about it..." Octavia told the pegasus, heading back to her shower spout. "I get it, everypony has to fend for themselves in here. You don't owe me anything."

"I insist. Besides, how long do you think that screw would go unnoticed." Octavia froze, she was found out. "Don't worry, I have it right here." Fleetfoot reached into her feathers and pulled out the small item. "Don't know what you are going to do with something like this, but how about I hold onto it for a while."

"Are you trying to blackmail me?" Octavia replied

"No way, but after something like this I think that you can't afford another bad mark on your record. If they find it on me they'll think it I was up to something and give me a slap on the wrist.... well maybe more on the butt." Fleetfoot said jokingly.

Octavia couldn't help but laugh at the pegasus' topical joke. "Fine, but what about when I need it?"

"Whenever you want it back just ask. I'll get to you, promise." Fleetfoot slipped the screw back in her feathers. "Oh, and just a heads up you might want to try speaking with Golden Touch."

"Golden Touch? I've seen him before. Why should I talk to him?" Asked Octavia.

"He's one of the personal slaves of the crystal pony that runs this place. Rumors say that he has been trying to find a way out of here. If anything he should be able to help you do whatever it is your trying to accomplish." With that Fleetfoot walked away, leaving the shower room.

Octavia really wasn't happy about letting her leave with the screw, but she had gotten a lead in return. She returned to cleaning herself, now with a set goal in her mind. She would figure out some way to get to Golden Touch and one way or another she would learn what he knew.

Author's Note

A quick note about the future of this story. As you all might know I started this story quite a while ago, near the beginning of season 4. After about 2 weeks into it I came up with pretty much the entire story down to plot progression and likely endings. As of last Saturday though (5/10/2014) the season 4 finale came in and I saw some parallels with what happen in it and some of the plot progression of my story. I won't say what parts are similar or which are different, but for the sake of the story I had planned I am going to continue with it unchanged by this revelation. As such though I want to establish something here and now. As of this point the entirety of the season finale doesn't happen in my story. It is a shame since I have gone to lengths in my plotline to adapt to episodes as they came, but Tirek simply does break the story if he exists. The only thing I can say to defend against this is that I really had no clue that this was going to happen and that I tagged this story as "Alternate Universe" for a reason. Also as a note I am going to say that anything in season 5 will have little to no influence on this story. Thank you for your understanding.

Today's guest background pony is April Showers (though this is a fan given name and not official)