Chiming chains rapidly hit against one another as Rarity, bound and suspended off the ground by her arms and legs, struggled vainly to escape. Before her, eying up her nude, vulnerable body, was perhaps the worst possible pony to find her in such a precarious position.

"Why Miss Rarity, I never thought that I'd see a side of you quite like this." said a pure white unicorn stallion that had only just entered the room mere seconds ago. Running a hand through his glorious mane, Prince Blueblood stepped closer to get a better look at the mare that would be providing entertainment for him that evening.

With the stallion inspecting her body like some sort of prize, the unicorn became very self conscious. She could feel her heart rate increase, as well as her breathing pace as her chest went up and down with each powerful inhale and sequential exhale.

Rarity once had a crush on Blueblood, that was until the night she had first met him in person. That night, at the Grand Galloping Gala, the stallion showed her around Canterlot Castle, and in the process showed her how much of an egotistical narcissist he was. By the time she had left the party she was so disgusted with him that she never wanted him to be in her presence ever again.

"Giddilee, just take a look at this mare." Said Blueblood, still keeping his eyes locked on Rarity. "Now this is a woman, a perfect complement to a stallion such as I. Why can't you match up to her?"

Rarity, curious to whom the stallion was speaking, searched the room till she found a yellow female unicorn with poofy, pink hair that was shutting the door. "Um soowy masur." The mare mumbled in apology, Rarity seeing why as she turned to face her. There was a leather bag being held in this new mare's muzzle by its hand straps, despite the unicorn's hands being free.

"Blueblood...." Rarity said in a hateful tone, still flustered by the appearance of the prince but having now stopped her struggling. "I see that you're as obnoxious as ever."

Her words made Blueblood furrow his brow for a second before returning to his smug expression. "Still have that temper about you, I see. That's fine, I actually find that amusing. Sets you apart from the rest." Snapping his fingers, the mare identified earlier as Giddlilee rushed to his side, opening her mouth a bit to let one strap from the bag she was holding fall out. "There are so many mares out there, looking for their prince that will sweep them off their hooves and give them the privileged life they think that they so deserve."

Rarity was taken aback by his statement, since it had once applied to her so well.

Blueblood didn't even notice this however, too concerned with himself to pay attention as he searched through the bag in Giddlilee's mouth. "You wouldn't believe the things a mare will put themselves through just to get a taste of that fantasy. By the time I reached adulthood, I had already encountered more potential partners than I could count and learned how easily their desires could be used to my advantage." He said, pulling out a pair of blue gloves.

"You say that as if it's something to be proud of." Rarity said with detest.

"Proud of? I wouldn't go that far," The stallion said slipping the gloves over his hands. "But it's nothing to be ashamed of either. If a love struck mare wanted to do my homework for a few sweet words whispered in her ear, or go out of their way to make my life easier just to spend a moment in my presence, who am I to deny them? Once I went into adulthood though, I found the true extent mares would go to keep their fantasy alive, how far they would chase their dreams."

"And you're fine with just taking advantage of them like that?" Rarity replied.

"Actually..." A voice interrupted, not allowing the stallion to respond. Looking to its source Rarity saw Schorl, having forgotten that the crystal mare was in the room since she was so intently focused on Blueblood. "I don't see an issue with what he's saying. The truth is that some ponies want to be taken advantage of. They don't see anything wrong with offering themselves to somepony else if they, in turn, get what they desire out of it." Schorl brought a finger to her lip and thought for a moment before continuing. "Rarity, have you ever overcharged for one of your dresses?"

"No, of course not!" Rarity rebutted, taking a bit of offense at the accusation.

"And I believe you. I'm sure that you have never sold a single dress for more than you felt it was worth." Schorl said in a delighted tone. "But now ask yourself this. Has anypony ever come into your shop and not bought anything because the price was too steep?"

Thinking back Rarity could easily say yes to the crystal pony's question. Being that she lived in Ponyville there were plenty of ponies that would enter her shop out of curiosity, only to leave empty-handed when they found out how much a single dress would cost, even though she tried her best to keep them affordable.

"When it comes down to it, everypony must decide what something is worth to them. To some it is a matter of how much they are willing to spend on clothing, to others it's how much they will degrade themselves to find fulfillment. Either way it is the same principle." Schorl said finishing her thoughts.

The point seemed to hit home for Rarity, making her visibly uncertain. Did ponies really look at it in such a way, bartering off their dignity for a few moments of wish fulfillment? It didn't sound too far off from what she had done back at the gala, the only difference being there was a limit to what she had been willing to put up with.

As she dwelled over the thought, she watched as Schorl's horn lit up, becoming covered in the crystal mare's dark purple aura. At first Rarity was curious as to what the crystal mare was up to, but then she felt a sudden shock go directly into her stomach. Letting loose a yelp, the unicorn mare looked at the spot where the pain originated, expecting that Schorl had conjured up a small storm cloud or something similar. What she saw instead was Blueblood's gloved hand hovering over her body.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I would rather Miss Rarity focus on me." The stallion said, bringing his hands together in front of him before rubbing them against one another vigorously.

Rarity couldn't believe what she was seeing as the glove on Blueblood's left hand began to spark to life with electrical energy, small volts jumping off it until he stopped. Separating the two gloves from each other, the stallion brought his hand down on the bound mare's breast, sending a stronger jolt than before directly into her.

The mare clenched her teeth and arched her back while pulling up on the chains that held her aloft out of reflex, pushing herself into Blueblood's grasp. The voltage was harsh, but bearable, causing the mammary to sting and tingle. She had never felt a pain quite like this before, the sensation being unpleasant and yet somehow exhilarating. As the glove's charge faded her body relaxed, the female unicorn panting as she recovered.

"That was a nice reaction," Blueblood said, passing his glove along Rarity's body. It lightly brushed her fur, and in turn sent a wave of gentle volts down the path the hand traveled. "But then I doubt you've done something like this before. Nothing quite like the first time."

"W-what is that?" Rarity asked as she did her best not to focus on the currents flowing through her.

"This little thing?" Blueblood replied, running his hand along the female's inner thighs. "Just something the Society had to offer that fit me like... well a glove. Along with their ability to conduct static electricity they make it so I don't have to worry about touching anything filthy." The stallion removed his hand and scowled. "You might recall my hatred of dirt, seeing as you ruined my good tuxedo at the gala."

Rarity gulped at his change tone with his last sentence. She did remember splattering him with the remnants of a cake in a fit of anger.

Blueblood's scowl gave way to a smile at her response. She knew what she did wrong and how much trouble a second of unladylike behavior had gotten her into. Truth be told, if the stallion had his way Rarity would've been his slutty, obedient pet long ago when he first joined the Society.

There were plenty of mares who could fit the role of his fuck toy, so many that if Blueblood wanted he could have a new girl every night for a year and still have leftovers. He even tested the theory once and bedded a new mare each evening for three months straight, after making them "prove themselves" by doing something degrading at his request, until he was confronted by his aunt about leading women on. It didn't make him stop, not completely, but it did make him more cautious with how he went about it.

When it came down to it though, no mare compared to the one chained up before him. Fleur De Lis came close, but she was spoken for and was far too sadistic for the stallion's taste in mares. Giddilee certainly didn't measure up, being just a simple teacher that he had go through the Crystal Heart Ritual just because he could. Even the purple alicorn princess that had until recently been his sweet aunt's bitch was nothing when put next to the mare that finally got fed up with him. The sheer audacity of her actions that night, combined with the thrill of challenge, filled his mind with thoughts that tantalized him to no end.

To own this woman, to break her to his will, make her know that she was nothing save for a pleasant accessory to reflect his own glory. If he used Schorl's ritual to acquire her crystal heart he could do that with ease, his every wish being her command. He dreamed of having her in his room, crawling on hands and knees in nothing but a diamond studded collar that he had already picked out for her, begging and pleading to have the privilege of supplying him with pleasure. Never again would she be given any form of dignity as he would have her do any and every depraved thing that he could think of and subject her to sexual tortures that would break her down till nothing of her former self remained. Equestria be damned, he would get what he wanted.

That is, if it wasn't for the crystal bitch and her rules. She had so many for members to follow, from not scarring up the slaves to allowing them a minimum allotment of four hours rest a day, despite the sleep deprivation making ponies more malleable. Rarity was also protected by these rules, being that she was a potential member and under no circumstances were members, even those not officially initiated, allowed to be pursued for enslavement. As if that wasn't irritating enough, the rules hindered the prince from fully exploring the extents of his desires.

Once Blueblood wanted for one of his slaves, some earth pony mare who at the time had just came of legal age and had fawned over him for some time before, to have his name tattooed across the front of her neck since he never intended to have the mare that no one of importance would miss, see the light of day again, wanting her to be kept in the Society's kennels and treated like an animal for even considering that she deserved to be near him, and he would've gladly paid any price the satisfaction of deciding her fate in such a manner.

Schorl refused to do it though, saying that it is not the intent of the Society to break ponies in such a fashion. She went on and on about how it was an owner's duty to care for a slave and that while they are entitled to do what they wish to those they owned, that it should never come at the expense of the slave's mental or physical health. It was like being lectured by Aunt Celestia all over again, except by a pony who inspired much less command than the ruler of Equestria. In the end she did allow a few concessions though, having the tattoo granted except that it was placed on her back just above her rump, and that she was allowed to stay at the Society for extended periods of time, so long as she was allowed to send messages back to her family, given proper exercise and nutrition, and days to go out escorted.

But with this compromise came a warning, that he should should tone down his fantasies a bit lest he break the rules she had set in place and find out what happens to members that do. It infuriated him, almost as much as Rarity herself had, but he had to admit that perhaps he had gone a bit farther with the idea than necessary. He may have used mares even before he became a member, but it was always in simpler ways. However, joining the Society seemed to bring out a desire to want more from those he took advantage of. Even so, as a noble he knew the benefits of showing restraint, hiding one's true nature, and most of all allowing others to think you are loyal to their cause.

"Lady Tourmaline, get Miss Rarity primed as I ready myself for her body." The stallion said before turning to Giddlilee. "And you, it's time for you to prove your worth once more. Set the bag down and let's see if you do better than last time." Hearing her master's command Giddilee dropped down to her knees and bent over to place the item in her mouth on the floor, not bothering to get back up as she knew exactly how she was to prove herself.

At the same time, Schorl walked along Rarity's side, running a hand on the bound pony's body, listening to the mare's whimpers and her fingers brushed against sore flesh. "Yes my prince, I gladly obey." The crystal mare said with a hint of pride in her voice.

Rarity was a little confused. She thought that Schorl was the one in charge here, yet the way she spoke it seemed that Blueblood had some pull over her. She wanted to ask why, but her mind was distracted by the pain of her shocked skin and aching appendages as gravity and her reactive pulls against her bonds during Blueblood's initial abuse had strained her untrained muscles. The only thing that escaped her lips were small moans as her discomfort took precedence.

Making her way to the other end of the female unicorn, Schorl was pleasantly surprised when she looked in between the mare's legs. "It seems that she's started without me." The crystal pony said, sliding a finger across Rarity's soft mound.

Watching Schorl lift her hand back up, Rarity could see her fingers covered in some clear fluids, her cheeks turning red at the sight of it. She knew exactly what it was and what it meant; Blueblood's electrically charged touches had excited her body somehow. She wasn't sure how, she wasn't much for pain when it came to sex, or at least she never thought she was. To be fair she had tried things like being paddled in the past, but that never seemed to do it for her and because of that she never explored it further.

"It doesn't matter, watching you play with her will amuse me." Blueblood said, looking through his bag again. "And so far she has been good so a reward is in order."

"You're right my prince, she has earned something nice for not raising complaints." Schorl bent herself over, propping herself up by placing her hands on Rarity's legs, and placed her face in front of the mare's crotch. Pushing Rarity's legs farther apart, she opened her mouth wide and let out her tongue.

As the sensation of the crystal pony's tongue flicking across her sensitive lower lips hit Rarity, she found herself unable to hold still, the gentle pleasurable sensations tickling her to the point that her body had lost any control without intense thought to restrain herself. She didn't mind it too much, as this was at least better than being zapped, and the light rubbing of wet flesh against her nethers made her resistance weaken as wave after wave of good feelings overcame her.

It felt like Rarity's body was simply melting away as the crystal mare did her best to cover the lips of the unicorn's privates in her saliva. She was so absorbed in the feelings she didn't even notice as Blueblood pulled out a condom from his bag. Ripping the wrapping off of it, he placed the latex item in Giddlilee's muzzle, in between her lips and her teeth, and once it was in place he undid the button to his pants and pulled down on the zipper to release his organ for the mare.

Allowing the article of clothing to fall to the ground around his hooves, Blueblood revealed his large flesh rod to the awaiting unicorn teacher, giving it a few strokes with his right hand to get it fully erect, his hand almost unable to fully wrap around the appendage. Ponies could say what they will about his attitude, but when it came to his physical prowess everypony knew where they stood with one look of his regal form. Unbuttoning and removing his jacket and undershirt the male unicorn presented himself in all his glory.

At this point even Rarity, occupied with the ever increasing pressure and speed of the crystal unicorn's tongue, had to notice what was happening beside her. Blueblood's body was simply fantastic, outdoing anything she ever imagined during the days of her crush, obviously the product of good breeding. His firm abs and pectorals, muscular, yet not to the point of unattractiveness that she had seen on some ponies. His nicely toned rump, calves and thighs, looking solid as rock. His fur, perfectly kept and of the purest of white such as her own. This along with his perfect smile, gorgeous mane and tail, light blue eyes and a penis that would guarantee that she would feel every part of it within her own tight tunnel, and even Rarity could feel the fires burn anew inside her once more, the coals of her once dowsed passion for the stallion catching flame again and becoming a roaring flame inside, the fantasy of having his perfection too great for her to resist.

With her ever increasing desire came an increased flow of her female juices, what had started as a slight trickle becoming a steady stream that practically poured down to the floor. Schorl, becoming aware of not only the shower of sexual fluids forming between Rarity's legs but also the heat radiating from her body and the mare's rapidly increasing moans and pants, took this as the sign to go forward with her teasings and shoved snout against her dripping vagina, thrusting her tongue deep inside the passage so that she could further pleasure her captive while drinking in the sweet nectar she was producing.

Rarity screamed, the sudden unexpected invasion of her insides making her flail and jiggle the chains holding her off the ground. What had started off as an ordeal she was just going to push herself through had turned into something surprisingly arousing to the mare. The elevation off the ground gave her an odd sensation of floating, the pain that her wrists and ankles were feeling had faded away at the presence of the ecstasy that filled her very core. She didn't wonder how this had come about, how she could go from being completely opposed to wanting to have more. Instead she just let the feelings take her and guide her body, giving up all resistance if only for this one time and releasing herself in a powerful climax, which the crystal pony gladly took into her mouth and allowed to flow down her gullet, gulping it down it as her very life depended on it.

The stallion standing aside this act of lust was amused by how quickly Rarity's opinion of the situation seemed to change. If this was the level of her resistance then she would be an easier conquest than he had imagined, if only he was given the freedom to claim her. Enjoyment gave way to frustration as the reality that she was just out of grasp set in. His fantasy would only be granted to him this night, that is if Schorl got what she wanted, and that was something he couldn't stand. Taking Giddilee's mane in his left hand, sending the lightest of shocks into her as the glove went through her hair, he pulled her towards him and forced her lips to wrap around the bulbous tip of his cock, the condom in her mouth sliding and unfurling over the sexual organ as he pushed inside and down her orifice.

Giddilee didn't even have time to make a sound as her esophagus filled with the prince's meat, her neck bulging out to show its process down the passage. She looked up at her master, the one who she had submitted to in hopes that she could be part of his world, to live the dream so many like her had dreamed of, hoping to see just a bit of kindness or mercy in the eyes of the one who owned her in every sense of the word. What she saw was his cruel smile as he shoved her to the hilt of his shaft, which only made her feel that she was somehow to blame for this. It was hard not to when the one that almost literally held her heart in his hand constantly berated her for not being good enough, that she was only kept around to accentuate his own naturally perfect qualities by the contrast.

"You don't get off till you count to thirty Giddilee." The stallion said, holding her in place as she struggled only slightly to make room for her to breath.

The mare knew what he meant, they had done this test before. Concentrating on the task placed before her, her own panic giving way to the power of the enchantment placed on her, she lifted her hands up, lifting each finger one by one to reach the goal set for her.

She had to go slow, Blueblood in the past told her to savor the flavor of his stallionhood and the feeling of it being where it rightfully belonged. To count too fast meant that she didn't appreciate the honor she was being given, at least that is what he told her, thus what could be done in seconds would stretch to a minute or more. She could feel her gag reflex kick in before the first finger was up, her throat spasming in attempt to remove the obstruction which only served to enhance the experience for her owner, but his grunts and satisfied expressions told her that despite how harsh his words were towards her he really did love her, at least that was what she took from it.

Giddilee soon felt herself get pulled off the stallion's girth, coughing as her lungs filled with fresh air. The latex wrapping around his cock was now completely wet with her spit, a small thread of drool hanging off of it that led back to her muzzle. She then felt the gratifying feeling of her master's hand patting her on the head. "That was good Giddilee, you've shown yet again that you're worth keeping around." His words brought joy to the mare, she had completed her task and was worthy in his eyes and that gave her what she needed. For a teacher, even one that taught at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, this was more than she could've ever expected.

Separating from his slave Blueblood went over to the true object of his desire. It was time for him to satisfy his hunger, at least with a small taste of what could be. "Lady Tourmaline, remove yourself from the whore."

Schorl did as she was told, taking her lips away from Rarity's wanting slit. While she could've done without the the poor remark towards the potential member, the mare was currently in the role of a slave and she was too engrossed in her own lust to notice. "Just remember the rules my prince." She warned, knowing how far he could go if unchecked.

Rubbing his hands together to make another charge he only replied by saying "Don't worry, I'll take it easy." before using his glove to once more send a jolt into Rarity's body, this time aiming it into her sopping wet pussy.

The shock brought Rarity out of her orgasm induced daze and back to the real world, though not in the manner she would think such a thing would. It wasn't the pain that returned her awareness, more so the mixture of it with the pleasure she already felt. It was something new and wonderful to her and it demanded her attention. When she saw that Blueblood was the one that caused it she felt a similar odd sensation cover her being as the disgust she knew she should feel mixed with the lust that she did feel. She wanted him away from her, but at the same time desired him more than anything.

As Blueblood gripped her around the waist, she could tell that whatever she wanted didn't matter, he was the one in control. She could just say no, tell Schorl that she wanted out of the deal to prevent him from having his way with her, but after all she had already gone through, it seemed like a waste and she still had Coco to worry about. Like it or not, however unsure which side of the fence she fell on, that she had to endure what was about to come.

The stallion positioned his throbbing dick at the mare's dirty opening, rubbing it a few times along the slit before pushing himself into it. The contortions Rarity made as he relentlessly entered her made the stallion very pleased with himself. This was a long time coming, if only she had put up with him that night at the palace, he would've fucked her and then tossed her out the next morning without a care. As the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her womb, threatening to poke inside as his crotch pressed against hers, he had to admit that this was much more invigorating than a simple one night stand.

Rarity, likewise, felt incredibly thrilled by the detestable stallion taking her, filling her tunnel completely and stretching her out farther than she had ever been. It felt even better as he begun to fuck her, pulling out as far as his hips would allow before slamming inside her, which caused her entire body to shake and her chains to rattle. The animosity the two bore to one another only heated the passion the two felt and Rarity could feel herself moving her own hips against his motions to increase her pleasure. It was perhaps the best sexual experience she ever had up to that point. Her clenching pussy agreed as she hit another powerful climax, a loud, lovely moan escaping her lips and filling leaking out into the halls outside of the room.

Feeling the already tight space grip around him, Blueblood came hard inside the mare, the condom thankfully holding despite the quantity of cum he shot out. It was much faster of a release than her had expected, but it still satisfied him immensely. Pulling himself out, he left the filled condom inside and backed away, taking in the sight of the mare, limply hanging in her bliss. This couldn't be just a one time thing. He had to have more, he had to think of some way to keep Rarity under his control.

Schorl, however, was interested in something else as she watched Rarity enjoy herself, something that was left behind by the stallion. She went to the female unicorn and pulled out the filled rubber, the transparent latex forming a ball of semen at its end. "What do you think you're doing with that?" Blueblood asked in between pants.

"Just showing my appreciation to one of your stature, my prince." Schorl said, walking to Rarity's head. Before Blueblood could ask what she meant, the crystal pony tilted her head back and opened wide, pouring the creamy fluids into her mouth. The stallion watched in amazement as she shut her muzzle, allowing the last drops spill on her face, and swirled it around with her tongue, her cheeks bulging on from her moving it from side to side. Finally she lifted Rarity's head in her hands and brought her lips to the nearly comatose unicorn, kissing her deeply and shooting the jism from her mouth into that of the other mare's.

Rarity could feel something flow inside her muzzle, barely recognizing the salty flavor of the substance. All she knew was that something was being put in her mouth and that there was a lot of it, so much that if she didn't do something it would block the passage to her lungs. Reflexively, she swallowed the liquids and when she was sure that the flow of it had stopped she let herself have some much deserved rest.

Rarity's eyes shot open, her body sitting up straight as she picked herself off the ground. Her entire body was sore and she was disorientated, but she felt good despite the circumstance. Her time at the bottom left a lasting impression on her, one she wouldn't forget soon. She could see now what Coco could see in all this, the thrill and excitement of someone having power over you, but even though she could understand, she still didn't feel that this was the kind of place the young, dependent pony should be. Wherever she was, she had to find Schorl to make sure she knew she was still against the idea. She didn't have to look far, hearing the sounds of sex nearby. Schorl and Blueblood were just mere feet away, still in the same room in which the stallion had fucked her, enjoying each others company in the same physical manner that she had earlier.

Schorl was pressed against the bars of one of the room's cells, Blueblood's full length buried in her ass while Giddilee was crouched down in front of her, licking furiously at the crystal mare's vagina. Rarity could feel her embarrassment rise again, watching the three other unicorns go at it, now over the lust that filled her earlier.

"Ah... ahh! ugh! GAAHH!" Schorl cried out as Blueblood plowed into her. That was until she spotted that her guest had awakened. "Oh! Ah! Miss Rarity, AH! You're awake!" She said, not bothering to remove herself from the act. "Did you... aaagggghhh... enjoy yourself?"

Rarity nodded, she had no reason to deny the truth, even if it made her feel a bit dirty.

"Well good... because, ah! Blueblood and I were talking." Said Schorl.

"Talking?" Rarity replied.

"Yes," She said, the stallion pulling out of her to let her talk without being distracted. "About your time here. We both felt that in order to make sure your experience of the Society is fully realized we're changing your schedule a little. From this point on, only your even days will you be treated as a dominant."

"My even days? What do you mean?" Asked Rarity.

"I mean that tomorrow, on day two, you'll be able to act like the dominant I think you are. The day after that you'll be back down at the bottom, and Blueblood here will act as your master." Rarity couldn't believe what Schorl was saying, she had thought that she would only have to do this one time and to have Blueblood as her master.... she wasn't sure if she could handle that. But even that didn't compare to what Schorl had to say next. "That way if you decide you want to stay with The Society afterwards, you can chose to be a become one of the dominants.... or,” Schorl said slowly with a sadistic smile, “You could stay as one of the slaves."

Author's Note

Today's background pony is Giddilee, who is our first pony from the IDW comics.