"If you cannot serve you are nothing.... obedience brings pleasure.... defiance brings pain.... your life is not your own..."

Octavia let of a small sigh as she dangled several feet off the ground. She had woken up early and was stuck in her sleep sack as she waited for someone to get her. It was annoying for her when this happened since she couldn't call out to anyone to help, she couldn't see if anyone was coming and all she had to listen to was a disembodied voice spouting off phrases that the Society wanted her to think. As much as the commands might affect her while she was put into her induced slumber they did little when she was awake and fully aware what was going on.

"Obey master.... you are only complete with him.... you are inferior.... you are a slave...." Waiting for a while she was thankful when the looping tape was finally silenced, it was time for a new day of service to the Society to start.

A large hand grabbed the bag from behind before a familiar sense of vertigo came to Octavia as she was hoisted off of the hook that kept her suspended. She felt her hooves touch the floor and several straps loosen from around her body before the sack fell to the floor. She was freed from her bondage, but this was only temporary. Knowing the process by now she placed her hand forward and waited till she felt metal wrap around her wrists, placing them at her crotch once the cuffs were secure.

Next came the leash. It was swiftly clipped on her collar by a hand that had done the action countless times before. Octavia felt it tug a few times to test it before having the gag in her mouth and the headphones on her ears removed. "Your name." A gruff voice says in a demanding tone.

Even without her sight she knew the source was a minotaur. That meant she had to respond instantly or she would get a beating for "disobedience". "Octavia Melody." She replied, being very direct with the creature.

"Your status." The minotaur questioned next.

"Slave, type three." The grey mare answered.

The minotaur gave her one last question. "You purpose in life."

Octavia rolled her stiff neck around as much as her collar would allow. "To serve my master in anyway that he sees fit, which is currently to act as a worker in the Society and provide entertainment to its members."

The minotaur was pleased with her responses, at least as much as he was going to be with a type three slave. Octavia had come to know that the minotaurs, who were for the most part given free reign with the other slaves, hated the protection that her classification gave. As such they took every chance they could to issue off punishment.

The minotaur gave her a push on her back, which she took as a demand for her to start walking. "You will continue to walk till I pull on your leash. If I say to turn you will turn in the direction I instruct."

"Yes sir, I understand sir." Octavia kept a steady pace, placing one hoof directly in front of the other. For some time she was directed by the creature that held her leash and as he wanted she obeyed every order he gave her. When he said left she turned left. When he said right she turned right. When she felt the inside of her collar press against her throat she went to a dead stop. This was more than her being lead to her next appointment. She could tell she was being toyed with, being walked like a dog and tested to make sure she would do as she was told.

Even so she had to go through the motions to keep up her act. The grey mare's entire plan of escape hinged on her apparent acceptance of their program. At least that was what she kept telling herself in her head. Truth be told she was beginning to find it hard to tell if she was obeying as part of her plan or if she did it just because they told her to do so. The very thought that she was turning into what they wanted scared her.

After her long walk she felt one last tug on her leash before her blindfold was ripped off her head. She had to clench her eyelids as a vision of a brightly lit room hit reached her and only after several attempts could she keep her eyes open long enough for her to see where she had been brought.

It was an odd room, but so many of the rooms in the Society were odd. The floor was made of a dark wood and the walls where colored a shade of light blue. Built into the wall to her left was what looked to be a stage of some sort. Not like the stage she knew from the lounge, but a smaller version of an operatic stage. Above her on the ceiling hung several small chandeliers, which were the source of the light that was hurting her eyes. Lastly she noticed several seats placed in front of the small stage in rows and saw that several of the ones closest to the stage were occupied.

"It is about time you showed up Octavia." She heard as the minotaur that brought her to the room removed the leash from her collar and the cuffs from her hands. The voice was far too familiar to her at this point as it belonged to Schorl Tourmaline, the crystal pony who had taken so much from Octavia and expected to be thanked for it. "I would have hated for you to be late for your own performance."

Not showing the detest she felt for the mare she walked right over to the small group of creatures sitting in wait and gave them a small bow. "Sorry to keep you waiting, the guard was just making sure that I got my daily exercise." As she straightened herself upright she took time to actually examine the group. The first thing she saw made her heart jump in her chest. There, sitting right next to Schorl, was Golden Touch. The pegasus that had been dwelling in her thoughts for so long and supposedly held some knowledge of how to escape this terrible place.

It was almost surreal. She had been trying to get in touch with the stallion for a while and now he was just there, sitting in a seat right next to the mare who had caused her and so many others to suffer. He didn't seem upset in the slightest to be trapped here, naked and wearing a collar just like Octavia. In fact the smile on his face seemed to indicate that he was quite pleased with the situation.

Despite that she still wanted answers from the pegasus and if she had to she was ready to force the information out of him. If he was one of the trustees he deserved a few punches anyways. Then again she couldn't do any of that in front of the crystal unicorn in the room or the large minotaur. The real question was how she could get the stallion away from them. Being that he was one of Schorl's personal slaves it would prove difficult. In fact if there was one part of this plan that she didn't think through all the way it was that.

For now she had to stay focused and do what she was brought here to do, else she could be taken away and she would lose her chance. She turned her head away from her objective and instead looked at the two other creatures in the room who were sitting right beside Golden Touch and Schorl. One was Sartek, Schorl's personal guard. In his lap however was not only someone she didn't know but was of a race she wasn't familiar with. It was a slender creature, nude and collared, with brown fur that had white spots on her back and small and fluffy tail. The creature lovingly stroked the minotaur's enormous penis as it poked out from in between her legs, rubbing her wet vagina against it as she did.

"Is something wrong?" Schorl asked the earth pony as she looked at the creature. "Haven't you ever seen a deer before?"

"A deer?" Octavia replied curiously. She hadn't ever heard of a deer before, but then again she hadn't ever heard of a zebra either until Zecora was accepted into Ponyville

"Don't worry about it. They come from a distant land, one that Equestria has little connection with. I was thinking of introducing a few of them to the Society soon to add a little more variety. Satek tells me that they are good fucks."

"They are once properly trained." Sartek added. "Not that it's hard. The little nymphomaniacs will spread their legs the moment they hear or see anything remotely sexual." As if responding to the minotaur's words the deer let out a sharp squeal and doubled her efforts to work his shaft. Octavia found the display vile, but only because she assumed that the behavior was not natural for the deer despite Sartek's claims to the contrary.

"Quite, but we are not here because of her." Stated Schorl. "We are here because of you Octavia."

"Of course, how may I serve?" Octavia replied, prepared mentally for whatever humiliating thing the crystal pony had planned for her.

Schorl pointed to the stage. "I would like you to go on stage."

Octavia nodded and made her to a set of small she of steps at the stage's side. Knowing how the Society enjoyed taking what a pony held dear and pervert it the grey mare was sure that she was going to have to masturbate herself in this setting that was similar to the ones she use to play music in. What she didn't expect was to see a cello sitting up against a folding chair. Not just any cello, this one was hers.

Seeing the instrument the grey mare almost couldn't contain her emotions, holding back tears as she approached it. She took the fingerboard in her hand, the familiar feeling comforting like a reunion with an old friend. She turned back to the crowd, worried about what her next order would be. "Lady Tourmaline... " She hung her head submissively. "Please... don't make me fuck my cello." Octavia said, pleading with the crystal pony. She didn't want to have to defile the object for the amusement of this crowd. If that was what they wanted she would have to refuse and take whatever punishment they had planned.

"Don't be silly." Schorl replied. "We don't want you to rub yourself on that instrument. We want to hear you play it." The crystal mare clasped her hands together in anticipation. "Your owner has expressed from the very beginning that you were going to be used for your musical talents, not your sexual prowess."

"Then... what has all this training been about?" Octavia said lowly, expressing a bit of anger at how she had been treated thus far.

"Octavia.... do you know how you get an animal use to being handled?" Schorl said in a matter of fact way. "You handle it. The same logic can be applied to a slave. If you want them to get use to being used...."

"You use them..." Octavia interjected.

"Correct." Schorl said smirking at the earth pony. "And while it wasn't exactly what your owner wanted of you I find that sexual stimulation is one of the better ways to acclimate a slave to their rightful place. Once a pony, or any other creature, gets over the initial embarrassment of the action the pleasure they feel makes them very manageable. Even so in a case such as yourself. After all, you will only be expected to perform and compared to what you have already done willingly that shouldn't cause any problems."

Octavia could see the logic in Schorl's words, seeing that she herself was beginning to doubt whether or not her act was an act anymore. Still she didn't want to believe it, there was no way that a pony or any other sentient being could be so easily manipulated into a life of servitude. It had to be all lies to trick and confuse her, part of the crystal mare's scheme. If she accepted this as fact then she would have to also accept that it was an inevitability for herself as well.

"So whenever you're ready Octavia...." The earth mare, for the first time in a while, gave Schorl a scowl right in front of her. Mostly it was to assure herself that she she was doing this under protest, but that didn't stop her from going back and taking a seat on the folding chair. She placed the instrument in between her legs and held it in place with her knees. She looked to her sides for her bow, thinking that it had to be around if they intended her to play. She found it on the floor near the back legs of the seat and grasping it firmly she brought it to the strings of the cello, wondering if she even remembered how to play it right since she was out of practice for what had to be months at this point.

She mentally blocked out everything else in the room and concentrated only on the cello. She ran her bow across the strings, starting slow with a simple chord to make sure she still knew what she was doing. Her musically attuned ears picked up the notes and she could tell that she had performed it perfectly which encouraged her to continue. She wasn't playing anything specifically, she was just letting her hands play what she felt and it came out in a sad melody that caught the attention of all who heard it. Even the deer, who up until this point was focuses on rubbing Sartek's over-sized cock, had to stop and look to the earth mare as the notes touched her in a way that she could never properly convey to another being.

The song was a musical representation of pain and sorrow the grey mare had experienced, telling everything without the need for words. Every lash, every degrading act, every time she had to sacrifice freedom for relative comfort.... These were her music sheet. The crystal unicorn watching her.... She was the composer. Octavia was just an instrument translating what Schorl had caused into a sorrowful tune. As a pony whose very purpose in life was music it was something only she, or perhaps a pony of similar talent, could do.

After playing for several minutes the room fell silent for a few seconds before applause and a light sound of crying replaced the sad music. Octavia, opening her eyes, saw that Schorl was the one giving the ovation. As for the crying it was coming from all of the participants of the small audience, save for the minotaur who seemed completely unmoved by the piece. Octavia didn't care that Sartek didn't enjoy her song. She was playing for herself and no one else.

"Very good." Schorl said, wiping her eyes. "You are as talented as I had heard. Though perhaps you could've played something a little more uplifting."

"I mean no offense, but there is very little to find 'uplifting' about this place." Octavia replied.

"Then perhaps this might put you in a better mood." The crystal unicorn got up and climbed the steps of the stage before going over Octavia and her cello. "I am taking you off the slave rental roster."

Octavia didn't feel any better hearing that. Schorl wouldn't do something like this unless she had something else in store. "What's the catch?"

"Watch your tone." Schorl said in response. "But to answer your question I've decided that since you have been behaving and obeying that I should put your talent to good use as a reward. Instead of acting as a whipping girl or a sex object I want to have you perform your art for the pleasure of the Society. If you do well I'll even permit clothing privileges."

"I would... be allowed to play my cello... instead of being tortured or touched?" The idea did make Octavia feel a little better. After all this time she would be able to play again. Ever since she had come to the Society not a day went by where she didn't miss the feel of a bow in her hand or the sounds of classical music. Now she could have it all back and all she had to do was listen and obey. She had been doing it for so long anyway, what would be the difference if she just.... gave in?

"No..." Octavia thought, correcting herself. That was how Schorl wanted her to think. That through her submission she would earn things that should be basic pony rights. "I'm not their slave! I can beat this! I won't let them own me! "

Regardless to her thoughts on the topic she still didn't have a choice in the matter. Resistance would only set her back. It was better to be smart and accept what Schorl had planned for her than to refuse on the principle of pride. "I graciously accept your decision." Said the grey mare. "But.... might I keep my cello with me when I'm not performing?" She was sure that they were going to take the object away to store it away till they were ready to use her talents, but she couldn't bare to part with it again.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to get in a bit of extra practice, especially since we need you to play songs that don't bring members to tears all the time." Said Schorl. "I'll allow it, just as long as you play the way I want. Sartek, please prepare a room for the mare."

Sartek stood straight up out of his seat, causing the deer that was on his lap to fall to the floor. "Fine, but she had better learn how to play a good song. Else...." The minotaur paused and grabbed the deer by her collar, pulling her up with little care for if he was choking her by doing so. "Her master will not be pleased." The deer found her footing only a moment before being pushed along to the door.

As the minotaur left the room Schorl stepped down from the stage. "Well Octavia, I have to to leave. I have pressing matters to take care of. I'll make sure to get someone to keep an eye on you beforehand though. Golden Touch, go see if there is a member that isn't busy."

"Actually mistress..." The pegasus stallion replied as he got out of his own chair. "I was wondering if I could keep an eye on Octavia while you're busy. Ever since she first arrived I've been wanting to spend a little private time her."

"Private time? You do know that she is a type three. She isn't allowed to fuck." Replied the crystal pony.

The pegasus stallion gave her a smirk. "Mistress, we both know that I don't have to have sex in order to gain pleasure from a mare."

"Even so I just promised her that she wouldn't be touched like that anymore. I'm going to have to refuse your request" Said Schorl.

"Wait!" The two ponies looked up to see Octavia on her hands and knees, leaning over the edge of the stage as she looked at Schorl with desperation. "Lady Tourmaline, I don't mind if he wants to touch me. Please let him stay."

Schorl crossed her arms, unamused with the grey mare's sudden flip flop about being touched. "Why should I? You might behave and follow orders but you have always done so unwillingly. What makes this stallion different from any of the members that have touched you in the past?"

Octavia didn't really have a response for that, at least not one that wouldn't come off as trite. She had to think of something though, so she said the one thing that she thought might works. "Well.... my....um...my estrus cycle just started...." Octavia said, looking to the floor. It wasn't true, but it was embarrassing all the same to say it. Still, if the crystal pony thought that the grey mare was in heat there might of been a chance she would leave the stallion.

The crystal pony at first seemed a bit taken aback, as if she wasn't sure how to respond to such a declaration. "Well.... " She said as a grin grew on her face. "We are going to have to temporarily revoke your right to not be touched. Last thing I want is for you to agonize over an unsated desire. I'll set up some more sessions for you in between your performances. For now I can let Golden Touch provide you with some relief."

Octavia wondered if the crystal pony actually believed that. When a mare went into estrus it was usually very obvious as hormones took over and made the female pony latch on to any male they could find. Even those who considered themselves dedicated lesbians had trouble controlling their urges when the call to breed took over their bodies. Because of this Equestria had always had an underlying sexual nature, despite how conservative the populace seemed on the surface.

Whether the crystal pony believed her or just found it a convenient excuse to let members use her didn't matter in the slightest."Now you two have a good time and don't get too frisky." Octavia heard from Schorl as she watched the crystal pony leave the room.

"Don't worry." Golden Touch added. "I'll be good." The golden furred pegasus stallion gave his wings one strong flap and leaped up on stage next to the grey mare. "Estrus huh? You seem in control for a mare in her cycle."

Octavia stood up to meet the stallion eye to eye. Getting a better look at him she did think that he was an attractive pegasus. Then again almost every slave pony she had met had a sort of charm to them physically. If anything the Society had good taste. "I am a mare of sophistication. I have learned how to control myself." Octavia said, determined not to show any weakness to the pegasus.

The stallion had other plans though and moved in swiftly to get close to the grey mare. He pressed his nude body against the front of Octavia's, planting a deep kiss on her soft lips. The earth mare tried to lift her arms to push him away, but the pegasus grabbed her by the wrists to prevent her. She felt her resistance slip away as the pegasus continue his sensual kiss and without noticing she soon joined in, slipping her tongue in his mouth and wriggling it around as the stallion did the same. She only stopped when he broke away, feeling weak and powerless to him.

"Just as I thought, the Society has trained you well." The pegasus said to the mare who had become putty in his hands. "Your body responds nicely to sexual stimulation. If not for your will you would already be theirs." Golden Touch released the earth mare's wrists, but placed an arm around her back to keep her from falling to the floor. "But you're not in heat. Your body language tells me that."

Octavia gave out light pants, still recovering from the kiss. Could he really tell that by just looking at her? What else could he tell? He did restrain her exceptionally fast. She decided to test it again, tensing up her body and putting all of her might into a left hook. The pegasus just lifted his hand and caught the fist with ease, showing the earth pony that he was in complete control of the situation.

"Ok..... so I lied." Octavia said with a blush on her face, both from the kiss and from embarrassment of being outmatched. "But I really wanted to see you. I have some-"

The pegasus placed a finger on her lips to cut off her words. "I know you've been wanting to meet with me. I keep hearing rumors in the showers about it. Not to mention Sweet Mint giving me a scolding for leading another owner's slave astray. You and I are practically coltfriend and marefriend."

Hearing that the mare worked up the will to push herself away from the golden hued stallion. "That isn't why I'm here!" Flustered by the pegasus' words she was about to come right out and say her true intentions, but the stallion put his finger to his lips to silence her again.

"Look, we don't have a lot of time together." He said. "So why don't we get started, my dear. Go over to that chair and bend over it. Then I will help you out in any way I can." The pegasus pointed back to the folding chair that Octavia used while playing her instrument. She didn't know why, but she didn't object even a little as she went over and played her hands on the back of it. "Spread your legs, my dear. It will make things easier." Octavia obeyed, separating her legs and even going as far as to move her tail out of the way to give the stallion easy access to her naughty bits.

The stallion then came to Octavia's side and placed his hands on her body. The grey mare quivers as he lightly stroked her fur with his fingers. "Hold still my dear." She instantly tensed herself to keep from her twitches. How was he doing this? He was working her like a puppet. His every word was like an irresistible command and the stallion wasn't done yet.

Moving his hand down to her pussy he rubbed the lips of her soft mound in the most delightful way. Octaiva's back made a sudden arch and she let out a moan that echoed through the room. "One last thing. Repeat after me my dear. My name is Octavia Melody and I am a cum slut."

"I am- ah... Octavi-AH! Melody and I uhhh.... am a cum slut." The words came out without thinking and once she had said them she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, using the other to remain balanced on the seat. As she did she felt the stallion press his chest against her back, moving his hands to her breast and squeezing them softly to further excite her.

"My... dear...." He whispered in her ear. "These two words are their weapons. They have trained you to respond to them. The members of the Society use the words so much I started seeing a pattern. Sorry I had to test it on you, but I had to know. Seems it goes pretty deep." Octavia tried to look back at the stallion, but got her nipples pinched hard for doing so. "Keep your head forward and don't say a word." Golden Touch said as the mare let out another loud moan. "From this point on answer my questions in only moans. One for yes, two for no. Do you understand?"

Octavia let out a short moan, partially to say yes and also because of the pegasus' skilled hands that were caressing her ample breasts. "Good, you never know who is listening in. Now first off.... do you still want to escape?" Octavia, having held back her sounds of lust, let out another moan in response. "Do you have a plan." Octavia wanted to say yes, but her plan relied on what Golden Touch knew and because of such she had to reply with two short moans.

"Well.... then forget I said anything. Just keep you head down and do what they say." The pegasus said giving the mare a reassuring pat on the head.

"NO!" Octavia yelled out loud. She could tell that the stallion had gotten all the information out of her he wanted and was about to end their session together since she had nothing to offer. "Please.... you can't tell me to just continue obeying them." Bringing her voice down to a whisper. "Not after what you just did. If I stay here any longer.... I'm going to lose myself...."

The earth mare, still keeping her face forward, heard Golden Touch grumble to himself a bit before he brought his head close to hers again as he continued to feel up her body. "Fine, I'll let you in on my plan. I'm not sure if it will help you but if it can make you feel better..... I am trying to get us all out of here. I think I'm close too. I just need a little more time."

"Is.... is there anyway I can help?" Octavia asked the stallion.

The pegasus shook his head. "Not the way you are. Even if you know about the trigger words they still might be able to control you at an inopportune moment. I can't risk it. Sorry...." Octavia felt a sudden surge of pleasure fill her body as she felt a set of fingers plunge deep inside of her wet pussy. The mare collapsed into the seat, the intense feeling filled her to the core and made her lose all control. "I'm sorry for everything." Hearing that the mare went lost consciousness, her world going black.

When she awoke some time later she was greeted by the hooves of a minotaur. The creature wasn't pleased at all that he had to come fetch her, but then again they hardly ever seemed to be in a good mood unless they were tormenting one of the slaves. Getting to her feet she apologized just for the sake of apologizing and received a swat on her posterior before being led to her newly scheduled session with some rich stallion who was incredibly excited to be able to toy with a mare in the midst of estrus. Octavia did her best to play the part of a horny, hormone driven mare as she didn't want to be punished for displeasing him.

Some time later, roughly a week from what Octavia believed, she was lead to another room by a yellow unicorn mare with purple and white striped hair. "Here we are, my dear." She said, making Octavia cringe at the words. Now knowing what to look out for she had developed a way of tuning it out which helped to resist the mental manipulation. After closing the door and locking it the mare removed Octavia's bondage and pointed her over to a plush bed. "Go take a seat and when my husband gets here we will see what we can do to help that burning desire of yours."

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am." Octavia said as she sat down.

"Good girl." The mare replied before placing her hands on her hips and turning to the door. "Now what is taking Jet Set so long. He was just going to get a few drinks and a couple of toys."

As Octavia prepared herself for another long session of being teased and tortured she closed her eyes for a moment in exasperation. When she opened them however the room had gone pitch black. "Huh? The lights have gone out." She heard the other mare in the room murmur to herself.

It wasn't long before the sound of ponies talking amongst each other reached the room from outside in the halls. Whatever happened wasn't an isolated incident. "Could this be.... It has to be. Golden Touch is making his move." Octavia thought to herself. If this really was part of the pegasus' plan then it was also her chance to escape as well. She had to at least try, if not for her sake than for the sake of every other pony trapped in this horrid place. It would be better if two ponies were trying to make it out anyways and if she did get caught then at the very least she could act as a distraction for the stallion.

First though she needed to get out of the room and to do that she would need the key to the door. Reaching around Octavia tightly gripped the first solid thing she could find and when she did the earth pony could tell that what she was about to do next would satisfy her far more than anything else she had ever done before.

Author's Note

Ok, just before anyone asks any questions about the deer let me explain a little bit of them.

Deer come from a small island continent (think Australia) called Fawnasia. It is a place that has been long socially separated from most of the known world, having a history of xenophobia Recently though the most newly appointed king foregone this tradition and opened up boarders about 50 years ago. As such very little is known about the deer in most of Equestria. A little bit to note about deer is that they have a ritualistic ceremony of fertility that takes place four times a year where they partake in sexual activities after eating copious amounts of passion fruit, which is native to their island. As such some races see them as nymphomaniacs and in some cases easily trained sex slaves.

Oh, and just as a reminder the pegasus OC in this chapter belongs to Golden Touch