Chapter 15: Priceless debt

Minutes passed.

Followed by hours.

Followed by days.

Followed by weeks.

I let out a cry of frustration as I plopped back on my bed. It’s been a month now, and I felt like a million bucks! Well maybe not a million, closer to like 10. My legs had completely healed up and I could walk just fine, even gallop short distances. The doctor had me on a strict regimen based on physiotherapy and meds, and thanks to Blackheart’s strict orders, I was not allowed to leave the med bay under any circumstances. He even assigned new guards to me. I still remembered my utter horror when he came to tell me during one of his visits. No matter how much I pleaded, he did not even budge. I wasn’t even to know the guards’ names, having to refer to them by their code names as Knight 1 and Knight 2. How awkward is that?! They haven’t spoken a single word to me the whole time I was bumbling around in the sick ward, most probably under strict orders by that bastard to keep their distance and friendship far away from me at all times.

I sighed sadly, feeling a pit of dread and guilt at the thought of Ironfist and Dark sky. I didn’t even get the chance to thank them before they were taken away to Celestia knows where. Most probably to receive punishment for failing to keep me in check. Luna fucking damn you Blackheart it’s not their fault!

I felt like crying at the sheer injustice of it all. Why do good people keep suffering for me no matter how I try to help them? I swallowed the lump in my throat and held back the tears. I’m sure there’s a way to help them. If I pleased Blackheart enough, maybe I could ask for some favors…

An itch surfaced somewhere deep in my belly. It was hard to describe, but I could tell it wasn’t because I had eaten something wrong. No, the itch felt much deeper than my guts. I forcefully grabbed a glass of stable grown orange juice on my bedside table with shaking hooves. I gulped down the refreshing liquid and tried not to panic. Oh dear Goddesses, please let this be a nightmare. If I was truly with foal, I just couldn’t bear the thought of delivering a new innocent life painfully into this hellhole. Not to mention having to raise it, and it would forever be a living reminder of my ties to the Legion. I tried not to think about it and pushed the nagging itch in my belly to the back of my mind. If I dwell on it any longer I was sure I would lose my mind.

A sudden but rather soft knocking on my ward door jolted me out of my thoughts, and I turned to look. There wasn’t any response. I didn’t know if the pony on the other side was waiting for a command or not.

“C-come in!” I called out.

The door creaked opened and the worried face of Golden Pin poked through the crack.

“PIN!” I happily cried. Finally a friendly face.

I bounded off my bed and pounced on her, hugging her tightly. Pin hugged back, while quietly sniffling over my shoulder.

“Oh Miss Pip! I thought you were gone for good!” She cried into my shoulder.

“There there, I’m fine. I have Blackheart to thank for that I guess.” I said reassuringly while patting her with a hoof.

Pin quietly sobbed for a minute before finally pulling away. She wiped her tears with a trembling hoof and smiled.

“I thought I would lose my only friend in this place.” She sighed. “I guess the Master really cared about you. If it were anypony else….”

I just kept quiet, but I knew at the back of my mind. If anyone else had been caught by those raiders, they probably wouldn’t see the light of another day. After all, everyone else seems to be ‘expendable’ to Blackheart.

I gestured to the bed, and we both trotted over and sat beside each other on the white linen. I hesitantly asked Pin. “I guess he didn’t allow you in here just to visit me….?”

Pin looked away, slightly ashamed. “Nothing gets past you does it. Haha.” She sighed. “The Master wants you back at your duties now. I spoke with the Doctor and he said that you’re fit enough to leave.”

I stretched my legs in the air happily. “Well finally! At least being out there helping beats staying here like a prisoner, in some ways.” I said. “Is everything I ordered since the last time still in place? How are the girls?”

Pin just looked at me worriedly. “Well Ma’am, everything is still as you asked for. The slave girls have better food and lodgings now. I’ve never seen morale this high for the workers. But that’s not why I’m here….”

I looked quizzically at her. “Then what’s the problem?”

She reached down into her patched up hoof bag and produced out a rather important looking letter, bearing the seal of the legion and Blackheart. She passed it to me.

“There is a meeting that’s happening soon. A meeting between the Master and the warlords of the northern factions. He seeks to have an alliance made between them and the Legion, and you being the First Mistress…” Pin’s scared voice trailed off.

I gulped nervously. “I- I see. He probably expects me to be there, to ‘entertain’ them I guess?” I nearly shook in rage and almost screamed in frustration.

Pin patted me on the back with an assuring hoof, “I-I’m sorry Ma’am.” I shook my head sadly. “It’s not your fault Pin.” I looked at her and tried to dismiss my true feelings with a dishonest smile, but my face just managed a sort of weird grimace. “When is the meeting Pin?” I asked.

“Tomorrow night. We still have some time to prepare Miss Pip. Shall we go?” Pin got up and walked towards the ward door.

I sighed and grabbed the almost empty cup of orange juice and downed it in one go, before getting off the bed and following suit.

“ARGH! FUCK!” Dark sky cursed as the scabs on her back reopened, causing beads of blood to ooze out and drip down to stain her uniform. She just shook off the pain and kept mopping the putrid toilet outside the headquarters. Anypony who just been through the hell she did would have flung themselves off the top battlement of Castle Blackmire, leaving their body as food for the mutated buzzards, dogs, and perhaps that one desperate pony.

But Dark sky wasn’t just anypony. She’s been through worse, and the hundred lashings that Blackheart gave her and Ironfist each did not even crack her already battle hardened soul. In fact, she was grateful for it. For a failure of this magnitude, any regular officer or even captain would have already lost their head, but being among the first few ponies who have been with Blackheart from the time he escaped the Stable does have its benefits. Not to mention her and Ironfist’s countless accolades and invaluable other contributions during the time they were part of the taskforce did loads in allowing them to retain their brains on their shoulders. A hundred lashings and a straight demotion to foot soldier was preferable compared to what else might have happened in the midst of Blackheart’s rage.

Reports and rumors spread quickly among the rank and file like wildfire, but despite her failure to protect the First Mistress, admiration for the two lone guardians who jumped into a raider’s nest to save her was very quickly earned. Officers who now ranked higher than her, while not saluting, would still treat her with respect, and even the foot soldiers avoided her gaze and were polite to her.

Dark sky sighed. Yeah, there were worse fates than this. At least her bones were not being gnawed on by hellhounds and her guts used as confetti by those fucking Nightstalkers. But in the back of her mind, there was one pony who she knew she owed her life to. That pissed her off more than anything else that has happened to her. A magic-less unicorn who just learned to fire a simple revolver with her hooves actually hauled her ass out of hell itself. HER! One of the best assassins in the Legion! Mopping up the festering and turbid body fluids of ponies couldn’t even compare to the humiliation of that thought. Dark sky ground her teeth in anger and tried not to think about it, as she violently chucked the mop in the corner and left the restroom.

“Miss Sky!” A commanding voice rang out. Startled, she turned and saluted.

“Captain Far sight!” Dark sky replied.

Captain Far sight saluted back and trotted over to her. “At ease skye, I just need your help.”

“Of course sir, anything.” Dark sky said.

“Come, this way.” He beckoned with a hoof, and led the way into the information and communication headquarters.

Dark sky hesitated for a minute before following. Normal grunts were normally not allowed in that restricted area. It wasn’t a problem when she was the First Mistress personal guard or when she was in the Shadow Blades. But things were different now.

As she stepped into the centre, the lights of hundreds of servers and arcane Stable tec computers lit up. The whirr of the systems running was drowned out by the dozens of bustling officers decoding communications, sending and receiving orders whilst preparing reports. None of them paid any attention at all to her or the Captain.

Far sight beckoned her over to a restricted terminal. “I’ve intercepted a high priority report being sent to the head of our enemy, the President of the New Equestrian Republic. It’s encoded with an extremely tough encryption and none of my officers could crack it. I get the feeling that it’s important. I also get the feeling that its child’s play for someone like you.” He winked. “Help me on this and I’ll do my best to return the favor any way I can.”

Dark sky just saluted. “It would be a pleasure, sir.”

Far sight smiled. “Thanks Skye, I know I can count on you. I have other important issues to settle. You don’t mind if I left you alone here? If anyone asks, tell them that I gave you permission.”

Dark sky sat down in front of the terminal. “I’ll be fine sir, thanks.”

Far sight nodded and left the room.

Dark sky’s horn lit up and the terminal turned on, with the keyboard becoming active as well. Diagnostics rolled on the screen and Dark sky brought the report up. She took one look at the code and rolled her eyes. Really? They couldn’t solve this? And they call themselves comms officers. Before she started on the decoding, however, a restricted link to the headquarters’ archives caught her eye.

Dark sky looked around. No one else was bothering to notice her, busy in their own problems. She turned back to the computer screen. “Hmmm, I wonder…” Dark sky quietly muttered.

She clicked on the link, and a whole array of files and documents lit up the screen. But she was after one in particular. She scrolled down till she saw it. Files that were encrypted and protected with the label ‘Highly Classified’. She accessed the folder and scrolled down.

“Bingo…” She muttered.

She looked around and spied an unused memory stick in a pile of half spoiled stationery on Far sight’s desk. She grabbed it and inserted it into the terminal's jack.

“Thanks Far sight, but I think you’ve already helped me plenty.” She thought smugly as she hacked into the files with ease and downloaded them into the stick.

Dark sky never forgets her debts.

Ugh! Can things get any more extravagant? I hotly thought as I looked in the overly decorated meeting hall that was to host the motley collection of ‘leaders’ that Blackheart wanted so desperately to impress. The design of the room looked like the interior of a prewar bungalow that some rich sod from Canterlot owned. It was pretty big, but nothing like the halls of the Princesses’ castle that I’ve read about in the archives. A mahogany dining table had been laid out in the middle of the room, and it’s been piled on with immaculately decorated prewar food. I almost unconsciously drooled down my lip as I stared at the obscene treats. A velvety red table cloth was draped on the table with the edges hanging so low that it easily obscured anypony’s legs if they sat at it. The last remnants from Blackheart’s Stable supply I’m guessing. A candle lit chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving the whole room a partly romantic and grimdark kind of atmosphere. 5 oak chairs surrounded the table, two on one end, with the other three on each of the other sides.

A bead of sweat formed and rolled down my perfectly washed and dolled neck as I imagined why Blackheart wanted the meeting to occur in such a seedy setting. Disgusting pigs. I grinded my teeth, as I tried not to sweat too much. I didn’t want to ruin the makeup that Golden Pin had so painstakingly did for me. I wore the same blue ‘stable’ dress that I had worn on the day I went into Blackheart’s room, with the exception of red gloves on my forehooves and red translucent thigh high stockings on my hind legs. The makeup consisted of perfectly drawn eyeliners and mascara, as well as blood red lipstick. Pin even surprised me by managing to even tie my short mane up into a bun and stuck a golden butterfly pin in it. That mare truly has talent. But seriously, how did Blackheart even come across these cosmetic supplies?! I would never Luna butt fucking know. I was so disgusted wearing this, almost felt like one of those elegantly prized food being offered up on that bloody table.

The door opened and Blackheart walked in, with Albert accompanying him. He was dressed in his finest suit with his mane slicked back. I grew hot under my neck high collar as my gaze fell on him, so I quickly looked away. He turned around and nodded at Albert, who simply bowed and turned away. Our eyes met for a moment and I saw a glint of sadness as he looked at me, before he left the room. The door closed with a clang and Blackheart approached me, eyeing me cautiously.

“…You look nice.” He said.

“Um… t-thanks.” I muttered before quickly averting my eyes. Blackheart adjusted the microscopic wrinkles on his already thrice pressed suit and laid a hoof on my shoulder, making me jump.

“Little Pip, this is a very important meeting. I need the aid of these leaders, and I need you to help me. I trust that you would do ANYTHING, to make sure their stay tonight here is to their expectations?” He glared at me with those violet eyes.

I glared back at him, and our gaze fenced back and forth like daggers clashing. Celestia boil you in her piss Blackheart. You know as well as I do that I’d rather see you burn than help you expand your slave empire. But Velvet Remedy’s face slowly surfaced to my mind, and I know that there was only one answer I could give.

“Yes, of course Master.” I sweetly said through slightly gritted teeth. He stared at me for an uncomfortable minute before roughly grabbing my chin and forcefully kissing me.

I almost panicked there and had to restrain my right hoof, which had been raised halfway in the act of hitting him. Goddesses know what would happen if I actually did hit him. My heart accelerated and pounded in my chest. I tried to ignore his lips on mine, but it was too much as his tongue wrenched through almost violently and into my maw. I whimpered quietly as I reluctantly allowed him to finish what he started. Our tongues wrestled for control in the wet confines of my mouth, but he was unbelievably strong. Not that I have much practice in the art of kissing anyway. It was like a professional against a beginner. He even managed to gently caress and rake his tongue across the sensitive roof of my maw, sending lightning bolts down my newly healed spine. I yelped and tried hard not to shiver. I darkly wondered if that Doctor did anything besides repairing my spine, perhaps making it easier to conduct ‘pleasurable’ impulses. It wouldn’t be surprising to me if Blackheart did order that unethical and perverse enhancement.

After what seemed like an eternity, Blackheart finally let go and I half jolted away, gasping for breath and almost happily delirious from the lack of oxygen and passion. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of my mouth, where droplets of our mixed drool and saliva rolled down and almost reached my chin. I broke out of my reverie and roughly snatched away the well embroidered cloth.

“I-I can do it myself. T-thanks...” I breathlessly replied before quickly looking away to wipe my face. I didn’t want him to see the anger and hint of lust in my eyes. The little devilish pony in the back of my mind just twitched and started to wake from her long slumber. Blackheart looked almost sad and furious, but then his expression warmed and he grinned. He licked his lips like a little colt who just had the best ice cream of his life.

“I was just getting you ready for the task that lie ahead.” He mischievously said. I blushed hotly with so much embarrassment when I realized I had almost soaked my panties underneath. Celestia FUCK you! Dammit! I quickly brushed away my sweat and turned to return the handkerchief to him, acting like nothing had happened at all.

“Keep it.” Blackheart laughed almost menacingly. “You have no need to fear. It’s just for tonight. I won’t be handing you over to them. You’re mine, in more ways than one.” He brushed his hoof over my belly. I seized up from the fear and realization of what he meant.

But before I can retort, there was a hard knock on the door.

“Yes?” Blackheart called out.

Albert’s face appeared in the doorway and he bowed. “They have arrived, Master Blackheart.”

Blackheart nodded. “Excellent, send them in. Let’s get this over with.”

Author's Note

Holee shit. SOOO sooo sorry about how long i'm taking this. To anyone else who actually is still interested in this story, thank you SOOO much for still sticking by this and being so patient with me. I know I've been unreasonably long and I have no excuses. Well, except that I also need my fap time and games. :P

NOW! Here's chap 15, i know it may not seem like much, but I'll be writing hardcore smut in the next chapter, just as a treat for those who love the previous smut chapters OR a heads up for those who don't. I dunno. I assume if you made it this far you're alright with my kind of smut content. :D

Again my apologies for taking so long, but my school is catching up to me. I'll try to get out the next chapter within a month if possible.

Thanks for stopping by!