Author's Note

Warning to those who it may concern, this particular chapter might be more unpleasant than any that come before it. If you are against the brutal discipline of a certain musically inclined grey earth pony then I suggest you skip it. Plot wise you are not missing much save for a bit near the end (Starting at "A sudden shake").

Aside from that this is the finale of the Octavia arc, though we are not entirely done with her as the next one in a mini one that will directly effect her. I would tell you the focus of it now, but it is told at the end and I'd hate to ruin the surprise.

Today's guest OCs are Golden Touch (by mention) and Solar Flicker (the black pegasus that will be on stage) who belongs to Gamer Guy 42

Dirge of Defiance

Murmuring..... that was the sound that came to the grey mare's ears. Her body ached, her breaths were labored and she could feel the familiar touch of polished floor boards and shackles around her wrists. She kept her eyes closed, knowing that she could delay this for a while if she feigned unconsciousness. In no way would it allow her to avoid what was to come, but delaying the inevitable was a decent consolation.

Octavia tried to collect her thoughts, but the headache she had was making the process a chore. Even then she powered through the pain to determine her situation. "A stage..." She thought. Her location was fine with her, she had spent most of her life on stage. Next she focused on the murmurs. "An audience..." This too was fine with her as she had grown up performing for the enjoyment of other ponies.

Lastly the grey mare focused on the sound of light hoof steps walking in her direction. She let out a groan "The conductor...." This was where her acceptance with this situation ceased. Since the first time Octavia met this pony all she had been at odds with her since she always made the earth pony play the way she wanted. Octavia despised being part of her orchestra and longed to play again her own melodies, but at this point it seemed that wouldn't be happening for some time and unfortunately it was time to face the music.

Octavia opened her eyes slowly, expecting the crystal unicorn, Schorl Tourmaline, to be the first thing to meet them. Instead was a sight that made her just feel sick. Not even five feet away from her was Flitter, the mare that had aided her in her escape attempt. She could hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh intermixed with moans of terror and discomfort as two stallions had her bent over between them.

The stallion behind her, a large earth pony with red fur that Octavia knew as Golden Locks, stood behind the pegasus mare. Holding Flitter's arms in his hands he forced them behind her back so far that she had to be in her bent position just to have them not pulled from their sockets. As he held them in place the clydesdale thrusted his hips again and again, slamming his mast of a dick inside Flitter's rear until her anus wrapped around the base of it only to pull it back out so he could repeat the process.

At the mare's front was a pitch black pegasus stallion with a combed down black and white striped mane and tail. This one gripped the poor female pegasus' mane firmly as he used the mane to move her head back and forth on his cock, pushing it deeply enough for Octavia to see a small bulge appear for a split second in Flitter's throat with each thrust.

"It didn't take long for us to find out what she did." Octavia heard from behind her as the crystal pony she had come to loathe more than anything walked by. "The doctors found nothing wrong with her when we had her checked out. Putting two and two together it was quite obvious that she was an accomplice to your rebellious act. However she has apologized for her transgression in front of everypony here and thus I have given her a bit of leniency."

Octavia lifted herself up with her arms and looked out into the darkness that surrounded the stage. While she couldn't make out single pony in the crowd, she could see the countless silhouettes that surrounded her. She wasn't sure how many were members and how many slaves, but she could tell that there was a good portion of both. This wasn't just a punishment for doing something wrong or disobeying, this was going to be a public demonstration of what happens when you tried to defy the Society.

Schorl walked up to Flitter and gently ran her hand across the pegasus' face to wipe away a stream of tears. "It's ok my dear, I forgive you and after these two are done we can put this all behind us." Said the crystal pony before turning back to the shackled earth pony. "Now the question is will your friend accept my forgiveness as well? All I need is a small apology."

"And then what?!" Octavia screamed, her rage at what Schorl had done to Flitter fueling her words. "I say I'm sorry and take a beating for trying to escape this hell hole!? I won't do it! I refuse!"

Schorl sighed. "You were doing so well Octavia. I was ready to allow you a privileged life as a tamed mare and then you let your pride get in the way. If anything this proves that you are not worthy of the freedoms you once took for granted. You are nothing but a filly throwing tantrums because you aren't getting your way." The crystal unicorn snapped her fingers and Octavia watched as a chain attached to her shackles started to rise into the rafters above her, pulling her arms above her head and forcing her get up on her hooves. "And it is about time somepony reined you in."

The crystal pony sauntered over to the the edge of the stage and pulled out a small scroll. She unrolled the parchment and gave a quick nod to her left. With this gesture the lights shining on the stage dimmed until there was nothing but darkness. This didn't last however as several spotlights suddenly turned on, all of them focusing on Octavia save for one which shined upon the crystal mare.

"Esteemed members of the Society." Schorl started, reading a prepared speech from the scroll in her hands with an extreme level of gravitas. "The mare that stands before you has abused her free will and has actively and purposely defied the will of not only her owner, but the Society on the whole. Yet we cannot blame her for her actions as she has had instilled in her the idea that she should be treated as an equal by a princess who is a hypocrisy to the very concept that she preaches."

Schorl began walking around the stage in a seemingly random pattern, the light on her following her every movement and making her dark crystalline body shimmer like stars across the night sky. "Thus we can only do what we can to teach her the proper way of the world. That some are born as inferiors, born to obey those better than themselves...." As she reached this point of her speech she stopped on spot, standing right next to Octavia so that her muzzle was close to the earth pony's ear. "Born to serve."

Octavia turned her head to the crystal mare and gave her a look of indignation. "I swear on Celestia's yellow sun.... you'll pay for this. One day it will be you in chains."

Schorl just smirked at the earth mare's comment and moved away. "As of late last night the following transgression were committed by this slave: Assault on a member of the society, Stealing from a member of the society, wearing clothing without permission, going into an area of the facility forbidden to her, attempt of escape and attempting to aid another slave's escape."

"Wait." Octavia interrupted. "Attempting to aid..... You can't mean!"

The crystal pony turned her head back to the grey mare. "Of course I do. Golden Touch was just as easily re-acquired as you were." Schorl replied before looking back for the place she had left off at.

Octavia hung her head as she desperately held back tears. "No... You're lying! Where is he?!"

"If you must know he has been given his punishment already." Schorl said grimly. "He is currently being held in solitary confinement in the deepest areas of the Society. He will remain there... alone... till the isolation breaks his will and he becomes something more malleable. Don't expect to see him again for some time."

Octavia couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could anyone do such a thing to another pony; to any creature? "You're a monster." She sobbed, despair setting in.

This time however her comments were ignored as Schorl went to finish the words she had prepared. "In order to correct the behavior of this mare and assure that this never happens again, she will put through several separate punishments that will test her threshold for pain far beyond anything she has yet experienced." Schorl rolled the scroll and gave another slight nod.

Another spotlight clicked on, this time shining towards the back of the stage. Octavia worked up the courage to look behind and saw that the light had revealed a green unicorn wearing a maid's uniform and a muzzle on her head that wrapped around her snout, preventing her from opening her mouth. The unicorn, Sweet Mint, approached the bound earth pony and as she came in front of her Octavia noticed that she had in her hands a silver tray holding three syringes containing fluids of varying colors.

Once Sweet Mint was directly in front of the grey mare she went to her knees and placed the tray in front of her at Octavia's hooves. "Try not to move." She said grabbing one of the needles, pressing its plunger till a bit of the red liquid squirted out to insure no air remained in it. "If you squirm around it will only hurt more."

Octavia wasn't about to just accept this. Using her hoof she kicked the tray aside, scattering the two remaining syringes across the stage. "Oh Octavia, you simply don't know when to quit." Schorl said, using her horn to retrieve the tray and its contents, putting them back in place. After that she refocused her spell on the earth pony's legs, spreading them apart and holding them still. Octavia did her best to escape the glowing rings encircling her ankles, but Schorl's ability to hold the mare had already been proven in the past. "Mint, please continue."

The unicorn nodded in response before using her free hand to spread open Octavia's vagina. Carefully she aimed the needle at the mare's sensitive inner walls and pressed the point of it into the vulnerable flesh. Octavia gritted her teeth as she resisted the urge to cry out in pain. They wanted to see her writhe and she was going to make every effort to deny them the satisfaction. Even as the unknown liquid was injected into her and made her privates sting horribly she didn't let out so much as a whimper.

Having shot half of the contents of the syringe into Octavia the unicorn pulled it out only to stick it into the opposing side of the earth pony's tunnel to do the same to it. "One down..." Mint said removing the now empty needle. Placing it on her tray she then grabbed the next one. "Two more to go."

As soon as the sharp piece of metal enter Octavia let out a loud gasp. This time was much worse, almost as if she could feel in detail every centimeter as it stabbed her. "Are you feeling ok?" She heard the crystal pony near her ask. "I would think not. The first injection was a nerve enhancer. It is designed to make those subjected to it feel things at roughly ten times the intensity. It has many uses, but its purpose for this should be obvious."

The earth pony clinched her eyes tightly to try and block out the pain, but it was becoming more and more inescapable each passing second as the chemicals in her system took effect. She needed something to take her mind off the agonizing feelings in her crotch. Unfortunately there was very little to distract her mind since the lounge was too dark to see anything. "Ah...ah... what does this one do?" She asked Schorl, finding her as the only thing she could focus on.

The crystal unicorn was more than happy to answer Octavia's question. "It is going to get your juices flowing and make your pussy nice and wet. Before you ask the last one is going to dilate your birth canal and give a bit of elasticity. Both will help to ease what's about to come, if ever so slightly."

"Ugh... Why would that hel..." Said Octavia, stopping herself mid-question. "No... b-but I'm a type three. I'm not allowed to be penetrated. M-my owner forbids it." Octavia said, losing a bit of her composure as she figured out what the crystal pony was implying. Schorl was planning on putting something inside of her, something big.

"Do you really think that your status will protect you from punishment after what you did?" Said Schorl coldly, crossing her arms. "Your owner will understand and besides.... it's not like you have accepted what your owner had planned for you anyways." Octavia started to give a rebuttal to Schorl's comment, but as she opened her mouth all that came was a pain filled cry as the final syringe was inserted into her. At this point the stimulant was working at full effect. The small needle poking at her insides felt more like a knife and she could feel the liquid flow in her as easily as she could feel water run across her skin.

Now the the injections where finished Sweet Mint collected the items she had brought with her and left the stage as quickly as she had arrived. After the unicorn mare was gone Octavia started to hear the quiet murmuring of the crowd return. No doubt they were discussing what they had seen and what they thought Schorl had in store for her.

The earth pony herself was curious about the latter. Even as she felt the path leading to her womb become slick with feminine fluids and widen to comply with the demands of the chemicals swimming in her bloodstream, the mare couldn't stop imagining what horrible things could happen to her with her body in this state. She didn't have to dwell on it for too long though as she felt the floorboards beneath her quiver and heard heavyhoof steps coming from the direction Sweet Mint had recently left from.

Octavia could feel the presence of a large minotaur standing directly behind her, his hot breath hitting her back as he let loud snort. "Hello mare...." He said calmly as he reached his arms around her body and gripped her breasts harshly. "So here we are again. You, at my mercy. Just like the first day you arrived." The minotaur used his thumbs and index fingers to pinch the end of the earth mare's tits right below her areolas, pulling and stretching them out in different directions as he played with the mammaries.

"Sartek...." The grey mare said to herself, quivering at his touch. The minotaur was making no effort to be gentle with her, squeezing her breasts so hard that she could tell that they would be bruised by the time his was done with her. With him here and having given the comment he did, there was no more ambiguity to what her punishment was. Schorl was going to let this creature have his way with her. Being bound as she was with Sartek, who had shown time and again in the past the he could easily overpower the mare, Octavia couldn't hope to resist him.

"I see you are ready to take me inside of that dirty puss of yours." Sartek said, releasing the grey mare's tits and moving them down to her crotch. A quick slide of his finger across her slit was all he needed to get the digit cover in the pony's fluids. "Nice and wet, begging to have something stuck inside it."

"Shut.... up..." Octavia responded in between heavy pants. She didn't enjoy the groping, but her chemically altered body was reacting to it as if she was in heat. "You... know... what... this is."

"I do." Said the minotaur. "But it does bring me pleasure to see your body eagerly awaiting its impalement on my shaft." Sartek suddenly wrapped his hands around the pony's thighs a lifted her off the ground. "And I will gladly give it what it wants."

As the earth mare felt her hooves leave the floor her body lurched forward. Instinctively she took hold of the chain attached to her shackles to stop herself, pulling herself up with her arms to regain control of her upper body. Almost as soon as she did though her entire body was turned around in the air, putting her back to the floor and her front to the ceiling. As she was she could now see Sartek in full form.

The minotaur was completely nude, his penis fully erect and pointing at her vulnerable pussy. It was the first time that she had seen any minotaur without any form of clothing on and she could take in every detail of their anatomy. Looking past the enormous appendage that was threatening to go inside her, she looked at Sartek's body. The minotaur from top to bottom was pure muscle. His practically perfect physique caused another rush of fear in the mare's mind. While she knew that the minotaur was powerful, she couldn't help but think that a being of his size and build could break her in two if he wanted it.

Almost as to confirm her thoughts Sartek demonstrated this capability by casually spreading her legs apart into a straight split. Octavia let out a blood curdling scream as her legs were pushed farther than they had ever gone before, muscles pulling against a seemingly unstoppable force. The minotaur laughed at her feeble resistance and brought the dangling mare towards his mast.

Octavia's eyes went wide as she watched the bulbous cock head press against her soft mound. No matter what Schorl did to make this experience easier to accomplish the mare couldn't imagine the large appendage to ever fit inside. Even so that wasn't going to stop the minotaur from trying. Sartek pushed his dick forward, pulling the grey mare on to it as he did.

"NO! Noooowaaaahhhh! NEEIIGGHHH!" The earth pony cries called out once more, filling the lounge and going down the halls. It wasn't the first time that Octavia had sex. She had been with her fair share of stallions in the past, but this was a whole new sensation to her. Bit by agonizing bit the head spread her tight entrance apart until finally it popped itself inside. Not stopping there the minotaur shoved it further in without mercy. The girth of the minotaur made the skin leading to the mare's belly button bulge out, showing the exact progress that it was making as it slowly worked its way to her depths.

"I bet you wish that you had just stayed where you belonged now." Sartek said, watching the mare wriggle and writhe on his shaft, her mouth agape and tongue hanging limply out. Seeing she was hardly in a position to give another empty retort he focused on what he had set forth to do. He had only one goal in him mind aside from teaching this girl a lesson she would never forget. He was going to shove his cock into the grey mare's womb. It would cause her a level of pain he could only imagine as her vaginal tunnel would be forced to accommodate him in him entirety, but he didn't care. Right now she was his plaything, practically a masturbation toy with how little participation she was actually providing to the act.

Octavia by this point wanted to have this whole thing over with, either by the minotaur finishing prematurely or by being given release by passing out again. Neither would be granted to the grey pony though, as the chemicals in her body made her agony so intense that it forced her mind to stay active. Trapped in this horrible wide awake nightmare, she could only open her muzzle slowly, letting out only a small squeaking sound when Sartek had begun spreading her cervix much further than it was ever intended to go outside of the act of childbirth. With one final push and a loud grunt of triumph the minotaur made his way past the once tiny opening and filled her womb with the tip of his penis.

The earth mare threw her head back from the intensity of the pain of the brutal intrusion. Her world was turned upside-down as a burning sensation filled her core. She was feeling the body heat radiating from the minotaur inside her. Not only that, but her insides had become so sensitive that she could feel every detail of the cock. Each throb or twitch was like a solid punch to her senses. She couldn't focus on anything else. If the crowd was still talking about her then she couldn't tell. As much as it hurt though she knew this was just the beginning.

Sartek, now satisfied that he had made it into the depths of the small mare, had a new goal. Lifting the grey pony off his shaft about halfway he slammed her back down with violent force, eliciting a light yelp from her. If not for the precautions that had been taken, something would have most certainly torn, but as it was Octavia's flesh tunnel only stretched to extreme degrees. The minotaur brought himself out again, now sure that he could go at his own pace without causing internal damage, and started to rhythmically move in and out of the earth pony.

Each time Octavia was lifted up off the minotaur her birth canal tried its best to bring itself back down to a normal size, only to be stretched out beyond normal limits as she was brought down once more. With every jab she let out a small, pathetic sound announcing her discomfort. Her thoughts had drifted and while the pain was still recognized by the mare she had lost all perception of anything else. She couldn't even see Sartek as he stood directly in front of her, only knowing he was still there by the piston thrusts she felt inside. Despite this though she could feel something she really didn't expect from this as her pussy started to spasm in orgasm, rewarding the minotaur for his relentless assault by stimulating his meaty cock.

As Sartek felt the mare's vagina quiver around him he knew that the she had been defeated. The idea that her body had cum regardless to the pain she felt or the protests she had made only fueled his lust. He increased his speed as the brutal display of sexual dominance continued and shortly after the mare was forced into climax he had reached his own. Octavia started to feel a new sensation fill her senses as warm semen shot directly into her womb, forcefully flowing into it without mercy. It pumped and pumped as buckets worth of sperm filled her. Her vaginal passage already being opened far beyond normal limits it simply didn't have any room left to allow the fluid a way out of her body. Having nowhere else to go the only thing the grey mare's body could do to make room was have her womb follow suit.

The minotaur watched, gripping firmly on Octavia's legs to make sure she took every last drop of his potent sperm. Her stomach grew and rounded until she had the appearance of a mare in the midst of pregnancy. If not for the amount of birth control medication the Society put in the slaves' food, she would surely have the same appearance in a few months, which would've amused the minotaur to end. Letting out a pleased sigh, he released one of the mare's legs to reach behind her head and grab her mane, lifting her face up so he could look her in the eye.

Octavia was a sight to behold. The entrance to her pussy was nicely wrapped around his solid cock, squeezing it like a vice. Her stomach was inflated in a way that appealed to Sartek's dominant and sadistic nature. Sweat was simply oozing from every pore on the grey mare's body as it strained around the the extreme pain and physical stress put upon her and her muzzle hung wide open as she took in deep, raspy breaths, her breast going up and down as her chest heaved from the heavy intake of oxygen. Lastly her eyes, now narrowed and threatening to roll into the back of the earth pony's skull, seemed completely devoid of the defiance they have given him in the past, instead replaced with sorrow and fear. The mare was a complete wreck.

Satisfied with himself and what he had done, Sartek slowly removed himself from Octavia, the mare letting out a low moan as the jism inside her rushed to occupy the newly created space for it. Once the minotaur had pulled out his dick in its entirety, he let go of the pony and unceremoniously made his way off the stage, allowing her to dangle limply by her wrist on the chain that held her up as jets of pure sexual fluids shot from her violated hole. His task had been done and he no longer needed to be there. Seeing the mare in this state he knew she would never try to escape again and perhaps would start becoming completely subservient to the Society under the concept that if she acted up again she might have to spend another session at his mercy.

For a long time Octavia just hung there, trying to bring herself back to reality. The pain had lessened, no longer having the intruder forcing her vaginal walls and womb out to unreasonable extents. The warm flow of churning sperm rushing out of her was even a bit soothing on her sore, abused muscles, the warmth from it now helping to ease the pain. The darkness that had clouded her mind faded away as the lights turned on in the lounge and she could now see the ponies watching the display clearly.

As expected most of the Society members were shooting the mare dirty looks or had expressions of smug satisfaction on their faces over what the earth pony had went through, only a couple one having noticeable signs of distaste over such an extreme level of punishment. The slaves were at the opposite end of the spectrum, nearly all of them showing their horror at this demonstration of what happens to those who disobey. Surely it would reinforce the idea that there was no escape and that trying to resist would only bring more misery.

Despite all this though Octavia put on a weary smile. She had gone through the worst that she believed the Society could offer and yet she still didn't submit. She might have yelled for them to stop, but she still didn't chose to give any form of apology in a desperate attempt to make things easier for her during it. Even if she had lost this battle, the war was still on, at least that is what she reassured herself as her limp form trembled in exhaustion.

"Whoosh-CRACK!" A searing pain suddenly came to Octavia's senses, orienting from her lower back and rear. Arching her spine she renewed her pain filled howls as she registered the sensation. It would seem that her performance wasn't over yet. Her conductor was going to give her audience an encore. Octavia got to her hooves, despite every fiber of her being telling her to do otherwise, and searched around for the crystal pony. She spotted her a few feet behind her, holding a leather whip and wearing an angry glare.

"We aren't quite done Octavia, not by a long shot." Schorl said, sending another lash to the grey mare's backside. "You are going to learn that your place is either here or at your owner's side." The crystal mare turned her gaze over to Flitter, who had long since finished her part of the public punishment and was now sitting in a submissive pose as the two who had fucked her watched Octavia's continued torture from their vantage point on stage. "Flitter, come here and clean your friend's filthy cunt while we proceed."

Flitter looked nervously at the scene that she was just told to join in. "But... I thought my punishment was over Lady Tourmaline." She said, not wanting to be a part of the grey mare's suffering.

"Your punishment is over, this is part of your duty. Now get in place and lick her snatch. That is unless your apology before wasn't genuine." Flitter hung her head and crawled over to Octavia. She didn't want to get in more trouble than she already had and she definitely didn't want to share in the earth mare's punishment, which would surely be the case if she refused. Once she got before the bound pony she got on her knees, closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around Octavia's pussy which was still dripping out large globs of minotaur sperm.

Octavia felt Flitter's tongue lapping at her privates, being as gentle as possible as the pegasus knew it had to be sore to the touch. The grey mare wanted to just concentrate on Flitter as she did her best to make her feel better, but then the sound of leather cutting through air reached her ears and in reflex she thrust her hips forward which forced her to press her crotch hard against the pegasus' face. Schorl wasn't going to allow her to take pleasure from her friend's caressing tongue, the mare was only there to add a further level of humiliation to this. As the lashes came again and again Octavia finally lost consciousness completely in the midst of it, welcome the numb black that enveloped her.

A sudden shake started Octavia as she awoke from her slumber, yet she was no longer hanging from a set of shackles. She was instead in a cage laying in a pool of her own sweat, her body weak from dehydration. Her head was aching something fierce and her mouth was completely dry. She was begrudgingly thankful when she saw Fancy Pants approach with a bottle of water in his hands. As he opened the cage and held her head up to place the bottle in her muzzle the earth pony remembered where she was. She hadn't been on stage, she was with her so called owner.

"It was a dream." She thought, greedily gulping down the cool liquids Fancy Pants had brought to her. "I must have passed out." Even so she knew the dream was a memory of the events that had happened to her over the course of her stay at the Society. She was glad it had ended when it did as the rest of her recent punishment was not very pleasant, having had her pleading for mercy by the end of it which was a bit of a blow to her ego.

Fancy Pants waited till Octavia finished the bottle completely before removing it from her mouth and let out a sigh. "We shall continue this tomorrow. You're too weak to carry on and I'm not going to let you cause yourself irreparable harm." Placing the grey mare's head gently on the floor he got up and went to the door, stopping to talk to the two minotaurs who were there waiting for him. "Take Miss Melody back to her cell and see that she gets plenty of fluids." The minotaurs snickered at the unicorn stallion's request, making him become aggravated at their vulgar assumptions. "Water." He said, making clear his intent.

With that Fancy Pants left the room, seeing Schorl just outside of it waiting for him. "Still no breakthroughs with her training?" She asked, wanting the problem with this stubborn mare to be over.

"I'm afraid not." Fancy pants replied. "And what about on your end? How is the situation with Golden Touch going along?"

Schorl gave the stallion an unnerved look. "We still haven't found him. We are still keeping things under wraps by saying that officially he is in solitary, but wherever he has gone he is playing it smart and staying away from the authorities. He has seen too many of those on our payroll to think any of them trustworthy."

"I'm sure he will come up eventually." Fancy Pants replied, but even he showed a bit of concern over the escaped slave.

"Indeed, but until he is found let's deal with what we can and get Octavia tamed." Schorl continued. "If only we had some way of controlling her. Something or somepony we could use against her and make her obey."

"Well..." Fancy Pants replied, pulling out a small card from his pocket. "A while back Pinion gave me this. It has on it the name of a Miss Scratch. It was found in Miss Melody's hotel amongst a basket of fruit. I didn't really want to go down this route, but seeing how defiant Miss Melody has been..."

Schorl took the card and looked it over. A smile begun to grow on her face and schemes were already spinning around in her mind. "This might be exactly what we need. I'll contact the hunters immediately to find out who this mare is. We must bring her here and show Octavia that actions have dire consequences." With that Schorl bid her associate farewell and went to set her newly formed plans into motion.