Equestria Trainers' Society

Octavia stood up straight, another pony, an earth pony stallion, standing beside her. She was keeping close watch on a green unicorn who was likewise looking back to the two. The unicorn, who was wearing a maid's uniform, had been identified to her earlier as Sweet Mint and was know to be the handmaid of the head mistress of the Society. She seemed cheerful, which alone was enough to tell Octavia that something was wrong with her.

"Ok everypony, is there anypony who is not sure why they are here?" The green unicorn asked Octavia and her associate. Neither spoke up or raised a hand, they understood what this was about. Both of them were here to prepare for some time in the Society lounge. To their relief though it wasn't going to be spent on stage. Instead they were to act as servers as the members enjoyed themselves at the expense of some poor soul.

Seeing that everyone was up to speed Sweet Mint moved over to a table where several trays holding assorted drinks sat. "You will each be given a tray." She said lifting one up in her hands. "And you will go from table to table offering members one of these drinks. If you run out of things to serve you go through there to get more." The unicorn pointed to a bar over near the stage. "Aside from that just be polite and keep a pleasant demeanor."

"I have a question." Octavia said. "What if the members try to get touchy?"

"The rules of your use apply even as you work. If a member wants to touch you then they are allowed. If you weren't a type three then they could even screw you if they wanted." The stallion standing next to Octavia let out a slight whimper hearing this, apparently he didn't have the same protection the grey mare did. "If that is all I will take my leave. Don't make Lady Tourmaline regret granting you this privilege."

"Privilege", Octavia knew that when Mint said that she meant the privilege to serve. However the earth pony did see this as a sort of reward for different reasons. From the rumors she had heard amongst the slaves this was normally a job left to those who weren't getting much use and spent most of their time in the kennels. Since Schorl believed that all slaves should serve some sort of purpose, she devised a few jobs to keep them busy. Octavia however was a hot commodity in the Society, constantly being handed off from one pony to another.

After weeks of showing good behavior though Schorl found it fit to give her a comparatively relaxing day doing the work of a common waitress. Octavia happily accepted the reward, as not only would it keep her from being tortured for some time, the members most likely being too preoccupied with whatever depraved act would be showing, but it would hopefully give her the chance to learn more about Golden Touch.

Ever since Fleetfoot had mentioned that he might know of a way to escape she had been doing her best to get to him with poor results. She couldn't simply request time with the pegasus, as a slave she had no say on where she went or when, and the only information she could get about him was that he was a skilled masseuse and had been serving Schorl as a personal slave for some time. If anything the fact that he was someone close to Schorl added credence to the idea that he would know of a way out, but if that was the case why would he still be there unless he wanted to be there? If he was a trustee then she would have to figure out a way to coerce the information out of him, before that though she had to get to him and she had an idea of how to do it.

"The lounge is about to open for business soon." Sweet Mint said. "You have a few minutes before they get here and get seated. As soon as they take their seats make your rounds through the table. Aside from that I hope, for your sakes, that you do well tonight." Once she was done the green unicorn headed for the exit and the stallion went to the table to get his tray. At this moment Octavia decided to put her plan into motion.

Going right up to Mint she tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. "Excuse me, could I speak with you for a minute?"

Sweet Mint stopped just short of the door and looked back at the earth mare. "Is there something wrong? I thought the directions I gave you were very simple."

"No, they were fine. I just... you are a personal slave to Lady Tourmaline, right?" Octavia asked, a bit sheepishly.

"I am." Mint said with a certain level of pride in the statement. "But why do you ask? If you are wanting me to relay a message to her I have been told not to do that. She will speak with you when she feels she need to."

Octavia shook her head. "It isn't that. I was wondering if you knew Golden Touch."

"Golden Touch? Well he is a personal slave to the mistress like myself, but I fear he and I don't talk much. He is still in a transitional stage of his development." Said Mint.

"Transitional stage?" Octavia asked.

"Yes, that point where a slave is learning to obey, but still has a bit of reluctance in them. I feel that such a pony would be a bad influence on me so I chose not to talk to him." Mint replied, but then looked curiously at the grey mare. "Why do you ask about him?"

"Well.... I... uh... saw him when I first came here and I thought he was attractive. I was hoping that perhaps you could tell me a little about him, perhaps tell him a little about me...." Octavia did her best to seem like a mare with a crush to convince the unicorn maid that her intentions were purely a product of attraction.

The unicorn gave Octavia an odd look and then said to her. "A mare like yourself should be focused on serving their owner, not the daydreams of a filly."

"Well my owner isn't here and hasn't given me any orders to stay away from stallions. I figure as long as I follow the rules and keep away from fucking him everything should be fine." Octavia said, hoping the logic made some sort of sense to the unicorn.

"That is a dangerous way of thinking. If you're wrong you might pay the price for such an assumption." For a moment Octavia had thought she lost the mare, but then Mint said to her. "I will tell Golden Touch about your desires, but don't expect anything to come from it. Now go get to work, you have already delayed my schedule with this conversation."

"Thank you." Octavia said with a quick bow before heading back to the table with her tray on it. Now that her part of her plan had been done she just had to hope that Sweet Mint would do her end. If she told Golden Touch about this talk they had, it wasn't entirely unlikely that the stallion would try to get in touch with her somehow. Being that he was Schorl's slave he could have privileges that would allow him to set something up where they could meet, at least that was what Octavia hoped would happen. At the very least she prayed that Mint would tell her mistress and it would then intrigue the crystal pony to the point of scheduling some play time herself.

Not too long after the conversation Octavia found herself in the darkened interior of the lounge offering drink to any of the members who would accept them. As she went from table to table she heard the sounds of suffering coming from the stage and while she didn't want to acknowledge what was happening she couldn't ignore who it was that was on display.

Up on the platform for everyone to see was Fleetfoot. With her was her mistress Lightning Dust, who had the pegasus in a devious implement of torture. Spotlights shone down from above the athletic pony as she was bound with her wrists above her head. Latched onto her wings were several large weights, which made it hard for Fleetfoot to lift herself off the ground as she flapped the appendages as hard as she could. The reason she was in such a desperate struggle lay beneath her.

Directly underneath her hovering hooves was a rectangular metal container that was held up on four legs. Screwed into the legs underneath the container was a small metal tray and in the tray was a small controlled fire. The fire was heating up the contents of the box above it, which was plain water that was being brought to a boil. It was as simple as it was painful, should the pegasus stop her arduous attempts her hooves would fall into the hot liquid and her suffering would greatly increase. Octavia thought that this would be even worse for one such as Fleetfoot than it would be for her as she had heard in the past that pegasi that spent more time in the air than on the ground had sensitive hooves.

Octavia tried to take her mind off things by keeping her focus on her assigned job, turning her eyes away just as Lightning Dust swatted Fleetfoot's shoulder with a leather strap for using her arms to hoist herself up. The job itself was easy, just as Mint had explained. Members took drinks from her tray when she offered and in return she would get a pinch on her butt or even a short rubbing on her clitoris before being sent along her way. Her stallion coworker wasn't faring as well though, having been caught by a mare and was desperately trying to keep from dropping the drinks on tray as she stroked his erect cock. If he were to break the glasses and cause a mess it would not bode well for him.

Going over to another mare enjoying the show she froze for a moment when she noticed who it was. Sitting at the table, watching the two pegasi on stage, was Photo Finish. Almost anyone would have been able to recognize her since she was a famous fashion photographer for several big name magazines, as well as being a pony who started hundreds of modelling careers for both mares and stallions alike. Seeing her did not help Octavia's tainted view of the upper class. At this point she wouldn't have been surprised to see anyone here save for the princesses themselves.

Taking a deep breath she went up to the mare, bending over slightly as she brought the refreshments into Photo Finish's line of sight. "May I offer you a drink." She said lightly, hoping that the mare would be too wrapped up in watching Fleetfoot that she wouldn't pay her any mind.

This was not the case though and Photo Finish diverted her gaze from the stage to look the grey mare face to face. "Ah, Octavia.... I didn't know you vere a server. Seems you have learned your place at your master's hooves." The mare said taking a glass from the tray.

"You know me?" Octavia replied.

"Of course I know you. Zere isn't a member of the Society zat doesn't know you. Octavia Melody, newest of Fancy Pants' acquisition." Octavia's heart sunk finally hearing the name of the pony that had forced her to experience this awful ordeal. She had her assumptions from the moment that she had gotten here, but Fancy Pants was so nice to her that she just didn't want to believe. Now that it had been laid out right in front of her, and in such a casual way, it was a bit much for her. Placing the tray on the table quickly she braced herself to keep from falling to her knees.

"Ess somesink wrong? Upset stomach? Nausea?" Photo Finish said, displaying a bit of concern for the grey mare's well being.

"I'm fine... just a little shaken..." Octavia replied as the shock turned to hatred. She wanted revenge. She wanted to walk right up to Fancy Pants' home, kick in his door and drag him out by his bow tie for the whole of Canterlot to see. That would have to wait till another time, right now she had other ideas. It seemed that Photo Finish knew things about Octavia and, unlike Schorl, was willing to tell her. She had to take advantage of it if she could.

"Miss Finish..." She started, being very polite to the mare who seemingly took enjoyment from the pain of others. "Could you perhaps tell me why I am so well known? Is my master a ranking member here?" Octavia figured it would be good to know this since if he was one of the higher ups it would mean that he most likely knew all of the other members and Princess Celestia would surely want to know this when it came time for interrogations.

"Ah, Ah." Photo replied. "Its not your place to question your betters."

Octavia let groaned in frustration and picked her tray up from the table. "Sorry I wasted your time then." She said as she went to go off to another table. She didn't get but one step away before she felt a tug on her tail.

"Not so fast. Just because you shouldn't be asking questions doesn't mean I von't answer them." Photo Finish said, sipping from her drink with one hand while gripping Octavia's tail tightly in the other. "But it ess going to cost you."

The grey mare took a step back, intrigued by the fashion pony's offer. She was assured that what she wanted in return wasn't going to be pleasant, but it might be worth it if she got more information on the Society. "What do you want me to do.... ma'am."

Photo Finish tapped her fingers along one of the corners of the table. "Pleasure yourself."

The grey mare was confused by what seemed to her like such a simply request. "You just want me to touch myself?"

"I vant to see the expressions your face makes ven you reach climax, my dear." Octavia reached down in between her legs, only to have Photo Finish raise her own hand to stop her. "No, no, that von't do. You need to pick up on ven you're given subtle commands. It will be imperative if you are going to be a servant to a pony like Fancy Pants."

For a moment Octavia didn't know what she meant, but then she saw Photo Finish increase the speed of her finger tapping. "You want me to rub against the table corner." The fashion pony gave her a big grin in reply to show that the grey mare had guessed correctly. Not wasting anytime Octavia placed the tray back on the table and got herself in place, putting her hands on the table and pressing the lips of her pussy against the sharp edge.

She lifted her body up by going to the tips of her hooves. The motion brushed her soft mound against the hard corner of the table. She couldn't deny that it felt good, her training in the Society having made her privates sensitive. Letting herself down back flat on the floor the edge ran upwards, touching her clit once she stopped. Octavia repeated this motion again and again, closing her eyes as she took in the feeling. After so long of resisting masturbation the act satisfied her to no end.

Octavia was so elated by it that her mind started to go to a blank, her raw desire only allowing her to perceive the intense sense of lust. She didn't even notice that she was shaking the table to the point that the glasses on her tray where starting to shake with it, or that she was letting out loud moans or even that a lovely shade of red was beginning to show itself in her face. It was just her and the piece of wood. The one thing that broke this was a command ushered to her by Photo Finish. "Open your eyes, my dear, and look towards the stage." Not even thinking she obeyed the request.

No.... not a request, a command. She was compelled to do what she was told and doing so brought another delight to her aroused mind. It seemed that Fleetfoot had met Lightning Dust's expectations and the boiling water had been removed from underneath her. She was now dangling off of the ground by her wrists, still about a foot off the ground. Her mistress crouched directly underneath her, forcing the mare's legs apart as she tilted her head straight up with her muzzle pushed into Fleetfoot's slit.

The blue mare gave out lewd screams as the other pegasi lovingly licked the inner walls of her vagina. This was what she had earned for her suffering, a moment of public humiliation courtesy of Lightning Dust's tongue. Her wings were at full spread, despite having the weights still attached to them. This embarrassing and involuntary action confirmed that Fleetfoot, in some form, was enjoying the treatment. Perhaps that she even desired it at some subconscious level. In a twisted sense it even helped to justify the actions of the Society as the reluctant pony athlete would've never experienced this kind of pleasure without them forcing her into it.

The pegasus' cries became louder as Lightning Dust reached behind her and slid a couple of fingers inside of her anus. Octavia could see that Fleetfoot was being driven wild through the stimulation, but she was likewise being turned on by the scene being played out before her. The grey mare's trusts against the table edge became increasingly faster and harder until she was actively fucking the piece of furniture to the point that the drinks she had place on it had long since feel to the floor. She let out howls of lust, calling out to the pegasus on stage. For a second the two's eyes met and a moment was shared between the two mares. It was quickly broken though when inevitability finally hit the two and they came almost simultaneously.

Octavia didn't just cum however, she gushed. The amount of juices that shot out from her could have been compared to a small waterfall, she had been holding back for some time. Her knees went weak from the overwhelming pleasure filled her to the core and only laying herself on the table kept her from hitting the floor. She was spent, making hard gasps for air in between her exasperated pants.

Photo Finish, having gotten what she wanted, got up from her seat and headed to the lounge's exit. "W-w-wait!" Octavia yelled to her, still staggered. "Y.... you said!"

"I know vat I said you stupid girl, but a mare such as myself owes a whore like you nothing." With that Photo Finish flicked her tail dismissively at the grey mare and left the room.

Octavia laid against the tabletop stunned. She felt used and dirty, not only because of how easily that she was tricked but because she honestly wasn't sure if she enjoyed it. She certainly hated having to do all that and not get what was promised to her, but even now it felt so good. The conflicted feelings caused tears to well up in the earth mare's eyes and drip down on a menu that was sitting on the table.

"Wait..." Octavia managed to think though her distress, "The lounge doesn't serve food... and drinks aren't ordered this way... what is this?" Octavia opened the menu and saw the images of several ponies inside, including familiar ones such as Fleetfoot, Coco and even one for herself. Next to it was a slew of information such as her name, occupation, gender, age, blood type, her owner, what level of slave she was and the fact that she was "unwilling". It dawned on the mare that this menu was here so members could rent slaves who were available for use.

What really struck a nerve with her was the last part of her information. Listed there was the cost of her service, 500 bits. The amount was incredible, being that it was more than the mare made in a month. She wondered if the money went to Schorl Tourmaline to help pay for maintaining the club's services or if it went directly to Fancy Pants. Either way someone was making a lot of money off of her abuse. Even worse was that she realized the real intention of what Photo Finish did to her, getting Octavia to perform for her for free.

This string of thought was interrupted by a sudden loud "Thud" and a surge of pain that oriented from her pussy entered her mind. "AaaauuUUaaggghhh!" She moaned out as her afterglow was replaced. Taking a look behind her she saw a minotaur holding a nightstick in his hands, the tip of it covered in her cum. It was more than enough to tell her that she was in trouble.

"Look at this mess!" The minotaur yelled at her, causing Octavia to flinch. Using the nightstick he pointed at the floor around the table. When the mare poked her head over the edge she saw what he meant as it was covered in her fluids and spilled drinks. "You're going to clean that up right now, unless you want to be the next one on stage."

Octavia groaned, seeing no rag or mop she had an idea what he was implying. Slowly removing her body from the table she lowered herself to the floor. Looking up to the minotaur his stern glare told her she was in the right direction. She let out her tongue and lapped up a little of her own cum. It tasted a bit bitter, but nothing she couldn't stomach.

Keeping one eye on the minotaur to make sure he wasn't about to issue more punishment she continued her work until she reached the spilled liquor. It was pretty strong, but it was mixed with something sweet. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to partake in the substance, but it didn't matter to her. After all this time she could use something to take the edge off.

"Look Fleetfuck, the slave made a little mess." Octavia heard as Lightning Dust walked over to her, just getting off of the stage. Fleetfoot was right behind her crawling on her hands and knees, attached to a leash in her owner's hands. "A mess this big though, I don't think she'll be able to clean it all herself. How about we help her out."

"Yes mistress..." Fleetfoot answered before going right next to the grey earth pony to join in the cleanup effort. Looking at the blue pegasus closely she could see a few light bruises over her body that were obviously not gained from the performance. It was always one of the problems that she had being around other slave ponies. Comparatively she had it easy and it always made her feel bad seeing those worse off than she was.

Lightning Dust gave the minotaur a smirk. "I hope you don't mind if she helps clean up."

The minotaur watched the two slaves put forth their best efforts to clear the floor of their fluids on it "As long as it gets clean I could care less." He said, turning his back to the group so he could return to his post.

It took some time before the two mares could get up every drop and by the time they were done they both have a bad taste in their mouths that would take hours to fade away and sore jaws from having opened them so many times during the process. Having finished and not been given any other orders the two sat side by side and exchanged glances as their exhausted tongues hung limply. Octavia wanted to ask Fleetfoot about the incident that had happened in the shower and if she still had the screw. She said she would hold onto for what seemed like such a long time by now. With Lightning standing over the two as she was though, there was no way she could do so without exposing their secret.

The two sat for a moment, unsure of what to do, before eventually looking to Lightning Dust since she would the closest pony with any authority. The pegasus let out a sigh and grabbed Fleetfoot by her mane, yanking on it with a powerful tug. "Now Fleetfuck, don't be so rude. The mare was kind enough to share her treat with you. Show her how grateful you are."

"Yes mistress! I'm sorry mistress!" Hearing pegasus mare's apology Lightning let go of her. Once released Fleetfoot turned back to Octavia and went in close, planting a kiss on the grey mare's lips before slipping her tongue into her unsuspecting muzzle. Despite being caught off guard Octavia didn't resist, to do so would only bring Fleetfoot more pain. Instead she went with it, returning the kiss and rolling her own tongue around the pegasus' as she wrapped her arms around Fleetfoot's body. Lightning took a seat and watched as the two slaves went from kissing and caressing one another to rubbing their bodies against each other. It seemed as if Octavia was going to be giving another free show that day.

Octavia pushed Fleetfoot on her back before cupping the blue mare's breast gently. Hearing the pegasus let out a few moans and whimpers the earth pony took this opportunity to get close to her ear, nibbling on it a bit. "Fleetfoot... that screw....is it on you right now?" She whispered, using Fleetfoot's noises to cover her words.

"Wings..." Fleetfoot said aloud in one of her lust filled groans. Octavia, not wanting to raise suspicion, worked her way down Fleetfoot's neck and to her wing, where she had seen the pegasus place it before hoping she kept it in the same spot. Eventually she got down to the feathers and searched through them in a way that made it look like she was preening the pegasus, even removing some of the loose feathers that got in he way. She knew that pegasus feathers, like bird feathers, couldn't feel anything and thus wouldn't help Fleetfoot towards her climax, but Lightning Dust didn't know that the earth pony knew that and as she had hoped the dominate pegasus just let her go at it.

She continued her treatment of the feathers until she finally felt something hard touch her lips. It was the the screw. Taking the item into her mouth she placed it uncomfortably under her tongue where she felt she could conceal it till she found a good place to keep it, which would be difficult. If she could she would've just left it with Fleetfoot, but after seeing her bruises she could tell that if she did it would just be a matter of time before she would be caught and she would be back at square one.

With the screw now secured in her mouth Octavia felt that it was time to finish this. Removing her hand from Fleetfoot's breast she turned her body around on top of the mare, placing her face in between Fleetfoot's legs and the blue pegasus' face in between her own. Opening her mouth one last time she wrapped her lips around the hood of pegasus' clitoris, sucking on the nub as hard as she could. Fleetfoot was about to return the gesture in kind, but all the stimulation from before combined with the sudden jolt of pleasure sent her over the edge and made her entire body convulse in orgasm.

Lightning Dust, seeing that her pet had came, used her hoof to harshly push Octavia off the mare. "Ok Fleetfuck, it's time to leave. We've already spent too much time here and Lady Tourmaline is expecting us about now. Said she had something planned for you. I wonder what surprises she's cooked up.

Fleetfoot was only given a moments to recover before Octavia saw Lightning Dust tug a few times on the leash in her hand, prompting the pegasus to get on her hands and knees. The grey mare watched with pity as the athletic pony was lead out of the lounge. Whatever Schorl had planned for her couldn't be good and she had already been through so much. Then again the same could be said about most slave ponies and Octavia thought that even if they managed to ever leave the Society there was a good chance that many would carry psychological trauma for the rest of their lives.

But that was something to worry about another time. Right now she had to spend the rest of her time serving members drinks while doing her best to not swallow the concealed piece of metal she had on her person. Grabbing her tray off the floor she headed over to the bar. She really didn't know how long she was scheduled to work, but she could tell that this was going to be a long day.