Trixie shivered in the corner of her cold prison. She didn’t know how long it had been since Snips had come, but she had been alone ever since. She had long ago run out of tears, and her tongue ran over her cracked lips. She no longer pulled at her chain. In fact, she barely had the strength to lift herself upright at this point.

Her stomach rumbled and the normally dull pain turned sharp for a moment. Is this going to be my fate? To starve as a slave? She shuddered, trying to cry and make herself feel better. Nothing came though, and Trixie was giving up hope that anything would ever come. Why would it for a filthy, troublemaking whore like myself?

Creak

Her eyes immediately went up, but the light stayed off. Even if it would have burned her sight, it would have been better than this pitch black tomb. However, this illusion was broken as a small yellow light entered her vision. It still made her wince, but she could handle it.

Snails came closer and glanced down while Trixie backed away. He put down the tub of water and slung his backpack off. He pulled out a water bottle and held it up in the dim light. Trixie tentatively came into the light and he felt the pain in his chest grow as he saw the tear streaks on her face. “Drink slowly. Otherwise you’ll gag.”

The two sat their for a few minutes as Trixie moistened her dry mouth. Snails then moved her over to the tub where she could clean herself while he levitated food into her mouth in small bits. The two did their duties in absolute silence.

“Trixie, are you okay?”

Trixie turned to him as she climbed out of the tub and replied in a small squeak, “Yes.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Snips…”

Snails put a hand on her shoulder, tears starting to fall down his face again. “I swear he won’t come back. I swear I won’t do that to you again. I… I only hope you can forgive me.”

Trixie looked deep into his eyes and felt a twinge of pain within her. She still had to attempt to take advantage of this though. “Let.. me go.”

Snails almost said yes. Almost fell into his grief and let go of his beloved sweet. However, he simply couldn’t. Not without at least attempting to make it up to her and continue this charade a little longer. He slid over and pulled a key from his pocket. A tiny clink bounded around the room as Trixie’s restraint fell to the floor.

She glanced up at him and Snails only attempted a weak smile while he pushed her to lie flat on the floor. His arms then slid around her back and knees and he grunted as she left the ground. Snails was very careful, clutching Trixie tight to his chest as they moved upwards. He wished he hadn’t had to leave the door open, but otherwise he would have had to put her back down on the cold stone.

He quickly closed the cellar after having placed Trixie on the couch. It was night outside, and Trixie breathed a sigh. Of relief or despair she did not know. All she knew was that no one was coming to find her tonight.

However, she was slightly distracted as her weight sunk into the yellow couch she was on. She snuggled into the soft fabric and let out a small moan as her muscles relaxed for once in so long. She tensed slightly at Snail’s touch, but he didn’t attempt to do anything as he simply rubbed her back.

The rubbing became more than that as Snails rubbed deeply into the tough tissue. Trixie’s moans of relief turned into sweeter moans of pleasure as she found release from sores she had forgotten about. However, she tensed up as something hard poked against her rear. The hands immediately stopped and she felt a tear fall onto her. “I won’t. I swear.”

Trixie turned over and placed a hand tentatively on his face. “Um.. would master like to remind Trixie of better days?” She slowly opened her knees and blushed as she realized her pussy was glistening with her own juices. Snails swallowed hard as he took in the inflamed pink fold, but then shook his head.

“I–I don’t want to do it here. I want to show you where you would stay if you decided not to head back out on the road, or if you came back from time to time and back to me.” Trixie tried to stand with him, but immediately collapsed. Snails dove to pick her up and just barely managed to wrap his arms around her chest. She blushed further as the pleasure of her master touching her like this again ran through her body.

As the two walked, Trixie whispered, “Where are your parents? Why haven’t they found me yet?”

Snails smiled at her. “Them? They moved to Canterlot about two years before you arrived in Ponyville for the first time. They bought me this nice little house and for a while they even had hired someone to take care of me. They said they didn’t want to have me getting picked on in Canterlot schools because I could be a little slow.”

Trixie squeezed his arm lightly. He tried to sound like it didn’t bother him, but not even Snails was that dense. He sniffled and continued, “They give me a monthly allowance. Enough for food and the utilities.”

“But I thought you worked?”

Snails opened a door that was located in the upstairs of his house and the two slowly entered. “I do. It’s for extra money. Money to save so I can do stuff like this.”

Trixie took in the bedroom. It was very posh and must have cost him a fortune. The bed was large enough for three people and the closet on the side took up almost the entire wall. There was even a large bookcase with magic books of every sort. And at the foot of the bed was a chain. A chain just long enough that someone would have free reign of the room.

She glanced at the window. Snails cleared his throat. “It’s a two way mirror. You can see out, but people can’t see in. This is your bedroom Trixie.”

Trixie tried getting out of Snails’ arms and promptly fell against the bed. The sheets were made of silk and had her quivering in pleasure as she thought about a good night’s sleep. She turned back to Snails and saw him smiling slightly at her. He then widened his eyes and smile and ran over to a metal plate in the wall.

“I forgot the best part!” He opened the plate and started to pull on a rope. After only a minute or two, a small sandwich and a bottle of water appeared. “It also has a bell connected to the kitchen and my room in case you need me.”

Trixie just watched in awe. Snails had done so much for her, and though she knew some features were for her containment, it was also very touching to the woman who had always had so little. She laid back on the bed in bliss but a thought kept her awake. “You did all of this for me?”

Snails sat next to her on the bed, a bundle of her clothes in his arms. “Of course I did. It doesn’t matter what what everyone else thinks, you are the most important thing to me Trixie. I... I love you.”

Trixie gently laid her hand on his thigh. “Then let me go. I promise to not rat you out, and I may even come back to stay the night every now and then, but let me go!” She gripped her throat in pain as the last words were screamed.

Snails glanced down. “I like having someone around, and besides, you need to recover. Please just, just give me another week and a half. You’ll have been here a month and we can part ways. Maybe, maybe I’ll even have convinced you to stay.”

Trixie stared at the ceiling as his soft hands tucked a blanket in around her and he rolled her up tight on the bed. She tried to move her foot, to try and attack him, but the thought of a week and a half left was too distracting to give thought to a fight. It’s not like I could escape anyways.

Her head swayed with Snails surprisingly toned ass as he left. Besides, why would I want to escape?

No Trixie! Don’t think like that. You need to get away from this horrible master that cares for you more than any other person ever has.

No, not that either, you don’t want to hurt the boy, especially since even his parents have abandoned him.

But he has been raping you this whole time!

But is it rape?

Trixie’s mind froze at the thought. The words hung there as one of her hands slowly drifted downwards. He hadn’t touched her since Snip’s visit either. She hadn’t only been without food or water, but also the odd happiness she found in those kind, gentle, arms. She gave a soft moan as one of her fingers circled around the moist folds. Those arms that loved her.

She gripped her head with her other hand as the thought of her loss of freedom burned through her skull. However, the loss of freedom came with security and love and drove the finger to stop merely teasing and dive into her quivering pussy.

Her mind waged war with her heart and a part of her mind that had submitted itself to the love and containment. In response, her hands kept her only on the brink of release. One moment her hand would be deep within her and touching her most sensitive spots. The next, it were barely rubbing her inner thighs.

The one on her head finally came off at some point and gripped her breast. Immediately her moans became louder as her body writhed against the comfort of the sheets. Squeezing and pulling her nipples were erect in moments and she was biting into a pillow, trying to avoid yelling for Snails, even though she wanted him badly.

Finally her mind agreed on a conclusion and she screamed into the night with her desperate orgasm. She shook on the bed as the pleasure flowed out of her and she came down from the high little by little. She looked at the clock and whispered to herself, “Just survive to the end of the month, and you’ll be fine.”

Author's Note

Sorry for how long it took to update. I will try to make sure the next update is about 2 weeks of a wait at most, unlike this one's three weeks.