The ivory alicorn slept. Someone looking in would have wondered how anypony could rest bound and chained as thoroughly as this pony was. From sheathed horn to wrapped dock Celestia’s body was captured and helpless. Her bonds not just securing her body, but displaying and even accentuating her natural grace and beauty.

Tightly cinched rubber harness straps contrasted boldly with white fur, separating and displaying different parts of equine beauty. Fine golden chains were anchored to the straps so they could curve around limbs, flow alongside smooth flanks, and were even braided into a now still mane and tail. Tiny bells attached to the chains chimed with tinkling music every time their wearer stirred in her sleep.

Even those slight movements, natural to anypony in their sleep, were held to a leashed limit. Twinned reins came off the bridle locked to Celestia’s head and were fastened to a shackle on a nearby wooden wall. Shining cuffs sealed around ivory fetlocks, were attached to each other with short chains that hobbled and humbled she who had been a princess.

“Time to wake up, my lazy pony,” a feminine voice purred, drawing no response. “You’ve lain abed for hours now. It’s time for your training to start.”

Celestia’s only response was to crack an eye open and snort in annoyance at Chrysalis. If Chrysalis wanted her to do something, Celestia was most definitely not going to make it easy for her. A determination which held up for another ten seconds. Which is how long it took for Chrysalis to make the tip of her whip lick against the curve of Celestia’s ass.

With a garbled yelp of pain, Celestia tried to roll upright only to find herself jerked short by the pair of chains that ran from her bridle to the wall. It took a moment of scooting sideways with a series of chiming jangles before the alicorn was able to gain a position sitting up on her belly. Celestia tried to protest her treatment, only to find that the evil bit Chrysalis had stuffed in her mouth still held her tongue trapped in its merciless grip.

“Better,” Chrysalis said, with a smile as she sauntered into her captive’s stall.

Celestia hadn’t even been given the dignity of a proper cell, but was simply chained inside of an open walled stall in a much larger room, as if the Princess of the Sun was a simple animal. Celestia wasn’t sure what that larger room was, but she could see its distant sides over the wooden walls of her enclosure.

She had been almost unconscious when they had finally reached the hive after what seemed hours of marching and hundreds of orgasms. So, it was no real surprise to Celestia that she didn’t know where in the hive she was. What was a surprise was that Chrysalis had kept her bitted even while slept, but thankfully she had removed the two intruders that had come to know Celestia very intimately.

“Did you have a good sleep, Toy?” Chrysalis asked, coiling her whip by her side.

Celestia began to nod in automatic response, when an odd touch froze her into immobility. A sudden comforting wash of sensation flowing down her from crest to croup, like the sudden first plunge into a cool pond on a hot day, or the touch of an owner along the back of a beloved pet.

“Ah, felt that did you?” Chrysalis commented with a smile, stepping further into the stall and unhooking the chains that formed Celestia’s reins from the wall. “You’ll feel that, or something like it, every time I say your true name. ‘Toy’.”

This time, the phantom touch was like a lover or other intimate gently rubbing the ridge of one of her ears. Like the last sensation, it only lasted for a moment or two, but it was enough to feel good. As if hearing that name addressed to her was a reward of some sort, and Celestia realized that was indeed the intent.

Celestia growled from somewhere deep in her chest as her Owner approached, trying to threaten the monarch of the Changelings away from her. Chrysalis’ response was simply to gather up her alicorn’s reins, holding Celestia’s head high as she drew close.

“Oh, you are simply adorable when you try to be threatening,” Chrysalis snickered, as she drew to within a hoof’s length of her prisoner. “We both know you are utterly and completely mine. Would my precious Toy like her bit removed?”

For a third time Celestia felt the phantom touch. This time, it was a fleeting caress across the tips of her nipples. Nothing overwhelming, nothing strong enough to fling her into orgasm or maze her mind with pleasure. A touch just enough to send that first, tiny, lighting bolt of pleasure to her nethers and make the alicorn know that Chrysalis truly did mean to tame her with pleasure.

Reins lifting her muzzle so that she had no choice but to look up at her trainer, Celestia gave a nod. A small motion, but enough to set the chained bells in her mane chiming with a ripple of delicate sound. The changeling smiled and reaching out with her emerald magic, unsnapped the bit from its mounting rings on the bridle and drew it, and the long spoon attached to it, out of the alicorn’s muzzle.

Celestia worked her tongue and mouth for several moments, trying to get the two reaquainted with each other after their hours of forced separation by the plate attached to the bit. Her Owner, in a show of benevolence, gave her shiny new toy some slack in the reins to do so, before drawing them tight again.

“Watching that lovely tongue of yours at work was wonderful,” the Queen of the Changelings said with a smile, her tone hinting at far more intimate uses for Celestia’s mouth. “But, you should not try to speak yet. You’re lips are chapped a bit, telling me that you are quite dry. Drink, my Toy.”

The gliding touch along the inside of her right thigh distracted Celestia enough that she didn’t notice the drink being brought up to her mouth, until the tip of a straw slid between her open lips. The alicorn closed her mouth and sucked in automatic reaction. Cool water flowed over her parched gums and furred tongue with a relief so wonderful it was almost orgasmic in itself.

“Eat, you need your strength, Toy,” Chrysalis commanded after a minute, pulling away the drink and replacing it with a bucket of honeyed oats. Celestia felt her face heating as she dipped her muzzle into the bucket. Both from the inherent submissiveness of being fed and watered by her Owner, and by the loving caress along one cheek from the bridle meant to break her to her Owner’s will.

“Now then,” Chrysalis asked, once the bucket was emptied of food and wiping Celestia’s muzzle clean with a cloth, “what is your name?”

“Celestia, Sol Invictus,” replied the bound alicorn, with a touch of smugness in her voice.

“Bad pony,” Chrysalis declared, pulling Celestia’s head forward by the reins and floating her whip into her Toy’s sight. “Bad ponies get punished, and how do you think I should punish you, my Toy?”

“I’m your captive, so it’s your choice,” Celestia reminded her Owner. “But I would remind you that you promised to return me in one piece.”

“I promised to return you physically intact,” Chrysalis responded, her smile vicious as she dragged the coils of her whip along Celestia’s flank. “Although I’m sure you could handle a good whipping, but there are other things I can do…”

Celestia felt her heart chill as her Owner opened her mouth, and a golden mist began to flow from her toward her Owner. The realization that she was being fed upon was overridden by the surge of mindless pleasure that was ignited in every sensitive nerve ending the alicorn had. The rolling, pulsating tide of sensation went on for some indescribable period of time, and when it was over Celestia found herself gasping for breath while her Owner looked down on her with a lot of intense satisfaction.

“Say my name,” Owner commanded. “Go ahead, tell me the name of who holds your reins.” The twin chains attached to the bridle jangled for a moment in reminder.

“Your name is ‘Owner’,” Celestia heard herself say, eyes widening in shock. “You’re… my… Owner. My Owner.”

By the Light, I can’t say her name! What has she done to me? Celestia thought, before realizing what had to be the source of her selective aphasia.

“That’s right, Toy,” her Owner said, pleased with her captive’s reaction. “The bridle Rarity wore was a crude tool. Your bridle is far more selective and precise. When I feed off of you, it lets me selectively edit small parts of your mind.”

“You will never get away with this, My Owner!” Celestia cried out in shock, realizing that even in her outrage she was addressing her Owner by that subservient title.

“Go ahead, my Toy,” Celestia’s Owner purred, even as the use of the name her Owner had chosen for her, elicited a calming stroke along her crest from the accursed headgear. “Try it in your mind. Think of my name.”

“Undo it!” Celestia ordered her Owner, after a few minutes of trying and failing to even think of the Queen of Changelings by any name other than “Owner” or “My Owner.” Celestia knew she still knew the name, but it was locked away somehow in a corner of her mind. “You said you wouldn’t do any mind-control or brainwashing on me or my sister!”

“Oh, sweet gullible little Toy,” her Owner said with a smile. “I lied. It’s what I do. But, truth be told, this isn’t either of those. This is just bending your mind a bit and changing one word for another. However, in light of this, I release you from your promise to behave. Go ahead, you can try to escape now.”

“You know I can’t,” Celestia growled, tossing her head defiantly and eliciting a clashing series of chimes from the bells and chains attached to her. “You made sure I was completely in your power before you did this to me.”

“Of course I did,” her Owner assured Celestia. “Losing to you and your fellow princesses once was bad enough. The only way to keep you is to make sure you never have even the slightest chance to break free. So please, struggle some more. I’ll enjoy it, and we have a few minutes before I need to begin your physical training.”

“Damn you, Owner,” Celestia growled out, inwardly cursing at the editing the bridle bound to her had done to her speech patterns. “Do what you want with me. I won’t give you the satisfaction of pointless struggle.”

“Good, good my Toy,” Celestia’s Owner gloated, much to the alicorn’s chagrin. “Still brave, still spirited. It will make it all the sweeter when you beg.”

“I’ll never beg you for anything,” Celestia declared. She felt something begin to poke at her nethers, but her Owner stopped her attempt to see what was there through a simple application of the reins. “What are you doing back there?”

“Reintroducing you to a couple of old friends,” Owner told her, smiling as she saw Celestia trying in vain to stop the magical shafts that had come to know every millimeter of her most sensitive passages.

Celestia’s Owner took her time and advanced the shafts into the bound pony’s pussy and ass a bare inch at a time, giving Celestia’s body time to recognize the return of the intruders and adjust to them. In response, Celestia twitched and flinched, tried to clench her holes closed and even tried to bat the magical cocks away from her with her tail.

Every attempt failed, and Celestia could only give a whinney of aroused frustration as first one, then the other shaft slid home and locked into place. Once again, the twin agents of arousal had the alicorn at their mercy, and Celestia’s Owner was well prepared to use them to their fullest potential.

“Up you get, Toy,” the changeling queen commanded, pulling up on the reins to encourage Celestia onto her hooves.

Not seeing any other option Celestia complied, even though doing so caused the shafts in her to move and shift. Her captor surprised her for a moment by magically unlocking her hobbles and removing them. A moment which ended as the evil metal bit was floated in front of the mare’s mouth with obvious intent.

“You have to be— glrk,” Celestia choked out, as the bit was slid home and latched on in mid-sentence.

“Look at it this way, my Toy,” her Owner commented as the bridle’s touch glided over one of Celestia’s flanks. “While that is in, I won’t be asking you to tell me your proper name, will I?”

Celestia growled and champed at the bit, trying to seat it into a more comfortable position but the device was just as inflexible as before. Her tongue was well and truly trapped under the bit’s spoon, rendering any coherent speech impossible. All the alicorn managed to do was work the bit itself into a slightly less uncomfortable position at the corners of her mouth.

“Come along, now,” commanded the changeling, drawing Celestia forward and out of the stall. Once clear of the wooden enclosure the mare could see that she was in a large room. A room that had a large throne at one end, an entrance at the other, and her stall midway along the room’s length and to one side.

“That’s right,” commented Owner, seeing her captive checking out their surroundings. “We’re in my throne room. It’s the best possible place to both keep an eye on you and show you off if I need to. Now, then… MOVE!”

A sudden crack of the whip scant millimeters from Celestia’s flank, had her leaping up and into motion before she even had a chance to think about what she was doing. Instinct had her moving up and away, right up to the point where one of the two reins attached to her bridle pulled taut, drawing her back toward her Owner.

A stinging flick against her near shoulder made Celestia pull away again, and another flick on her rump encouraged her to keep moving forward. With no other option, Celestia began to move in an arcing curve around her changeling captor, orbiting her as the moon orbited Equestria. Celestia worked to keep the one rein taut and not to fight against it, while all the while steady flicks of the whip against her flanks kept her moving forward.

Her Owner was obviously well-practiced with a whip, landing strikes hard enough to sting, but not so hard as to actually cause harm. Celestia trotted in a steady circle, finding her pace and the curving line she needed to follow to keep the stinging lash away from her flesh. A task that was most definitely not made easier by the plugs buried deep within her sex and ass.

Those twin probes shifted and rolled about as Celestia trotted on. They were jounced back and forth by the motion of Celestia’s hips, driven in and out through the action of her spine, and they rubbed wonderfully at the wall of flesh dividing them. Celestia realized what her captor was up to, and what she was doing to Celestia in that moment.

Training her to be obedient to the rein and whip.

Her Owner had no need to try to break Celestia. The bridle would do that for her if Celestia even once, even in the vault of her mind, said the word “T—” Celestia blanked her mind before she finished the treacherous thought. Thinking the word might not actually trigger the evil thing locked to her head, but there was no sense in taking even the slightest chance.

Crack

Celestia might not have triggered the bridle, but her wool gathering had caused her pace to falter, and like clockwork the braided length of the whip had snaked out to bite the curve of one buttock. Celestia gave a small forward bound to return to the pace her Owner wanted, and the lack of the whip returning seemed to indicate that Celestia was doing what she was intended to do. Obey.

They continued like that for a full ten orbits. Celestia marking the point where she passed in front of her stall as one complete circuit. She was beginning to think that all that her Owner intended was to trot her into exhaustion while keeping her moving in her measured manner, when the mis-shapen horn atop her Owner’s head began to glow green with its particular form of magic.

A moment later the shafts locked inside of Celestia came to life. Independently and together the enchanted dildos began to vibrate and move around inside of her delicate passages. During the previous day they had spent hours mapping out every erogenous zone and nerve ending inside of Celestia. Today, they used that stored information to bring the alicorn to almost immediate arousal.

Her Owner however, had no intention of allowing Celestia to move from arousal to orgasm. The moment the alicorn’s hooves staggered out her trot or her hips began to shimmy and work against the locked-in lustful lengths, the never sufficiently damned whip would shoot out in a stinging reminder of who was in charge. The rising tide of lust inside of Celestia would be cut off at the knees as she was forced to return to her circling trot only to have it start to build once again.

Over and over the cycle repeated. Shafts massaging, rubbing and even licking at sensitive nerves and flesh. Coordinated cycles of vibration stimulating clit and G-spot in an unending rising and falling cycle. Arousal building to orgasm, only to be cut off at the last second by a cracking whip and a jerk at her reins.

Finally, the pool of lust in Celestia had flowed into a vast rolling ocean of desire and need. An ocean whose rising tide would not be denied, and would not be stopped by a length of braided leather or gleaming chain. The tide rose, higher and higher in Celestia, and she gloried in the feel of that unstoppable heat, so like her beloved sun. The tide rose, crested and began to crash into or—

Together, the dildos each released a powerful shock directly into Celestia’s primed and sensitive nerves, ruthlessly slaughtering her release a split second before it could happen. The alicorn’s inarticulate scream of pain and frustration rang off the chamber’s walls, and Celestia turned to give her Owner a glare that promised mayhem and death for the bug that had dared short circuit her pleasure.

“Oh that’s what I want to see,” Chrysalis said, her voice full of desire herself. “The pure, primal alicorn. No crowns, no trappings, just the raw beast inside. Move, my Toy. Unless you would rather feel that again.”

The whip tapped Celestia on her flank but she didn’t move. It wasn’t until the torture devices pushed themselves a little deeper into her that the alicorn started moving again in the prescribed circle. She wasn’t sure what, but something had happened just then. Some sort of border had been crossed, and Celestia tried to sort out her thoughts to understand it.

A process that continued right up to the point where the dildos started their motion yet again. Celestia’s mouth would have dropped open in shock at feeling the motions resume inside of her, had the chin strap of the bridle allowed it. The cycle of rising arousal began all over again, and once again Celestia understood her Owner's purpose too late to prevent it.

She’s trying to break me with pleasure, Celestia thought, in realization of what her captor was up to. She’s trying to make me so desperate to cum that I’ll do or say anything to get release. With this thing locked to my head, she just might be able to do it too.

Hours went by after that. Celestia lost track of how many times she had trotted in a circle around the changeling queen, lost track of how many times she had felt the sting of the whip, of how many times her Owner had addressed her by the name she dared not even think.

She had long since passed the point of begging, long passed the point of being willing to do anything her Owner asked of her. She would have cried out to her Owner, begging for release or rest, but she could not. The spooned bit stayed in place, keeping her words captive and keeping her safe from her own treacherous tongue. She was a slave to the ebb and fall of arousal within her, and it was almost with joy that Celestia finally reached the end of her endurance and collapsed into darkness.

Far too soon Celestia opened her eyes to find herself lying in her stall again, her legs shackled closely together once more and the chains of her reins reattached to the wall. She looked up and found herself looking into the eyes of her Owner, who was twirling a gleaming golden circle in mid-air.

“Awake again, my Toy?” the changeling asked, and Celestia groaned as she realized that the enchanted erotic engines of arousal were still carrying on their assault on her libido.

“P-please, my Owner,” Celestia begged, no longer embarrassed by her use of the title the bridle had forced on her. “Let me have release. These things have taken me to the edge at least a hundred times by now. I beg you, if you have any equinity in you at all. Let me cum.”

“Begging suits you, my Toy,” Chrysalis purred, and this time the touch was a gliding caress across the entrance to her sex that made Celestia gasp in pleasure, now all too aware that the bit that had been keeping her safe was out. “And I will be kind. I will let you cum, and give you release and rest. If you do one of two things for me.”

“What do you want me to do?” Celestia asked, licking her lips and all too aware of the wetness that soaked the inside of her rear legs from crotch to hock.

“Because I am kind, I will give you a choice,” Celestia’s Owner said, as she slowed the golden ring in its motion so that it hung in mid-air between them. “You may either say the name I so lovingly gave you, or place your neck into this.”

The ring split apart into two half circles and Celestia realized it was a collar made of gold. A collar that was the exact size and shape of the alicorn’s throat, and embedded into the metal were a series of emerald chips spelling out the words, “I belong to Chrysalis.”

“A slave collar!” Celestia shouted, and indignation gave her the energy to fight and buck against her bonds once more. Her Owner didn’t even try to stop her, merely waiting until the fetters, chains and harness once again outlasted her Toy and reminded her that she was their helpless prisoner.

“Ah, my dear little pony,” cooed the Queen, running a hoof along Celestia’s jawline in a possessive gesture. “This is no mere slave collar. You deserve better than that. This, is an ‘eternity collar.’ Once you put that lovely ivory throat in it and I snap it closed, it will be sealed in place for all eternity. Powered by your own life force it will be a reminder for all time of who owns you. The perfect adornment for my perfect slave mare.”

“I’ll never give in!” Celestia declared hotly, only to begin shuddering as the devilish devices deeply driven down into her derriere did their disruptive dance with even greater power than before, driving the mare into desperation. “Y-you can’t, can’t keep me forever. I’ll g-get free, or hold out… Oh, goddesses. Please. Just once. Let me cum j-just once.”

“You can cum,” Celestia’s Owner reminded her, “when you either say the name, or place your neck into this lovely accessory. Green and gold. Double Snack would approve.”

Celestia let out a wail of desperate frustration as the cocks in her shut down yet another impending orgasm with a pair of powerful shocks. Her eyes flitted between the implacable face of her Owner and the equally implacable metal of the collar waiting to seize her throat in its eternal grip.

As the cycle of pleasure and frustration began yet again, Celestia realized that Chrysalis had her. She was going to give in, she could feel it. It was only a matter of time now...

Author's Note

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