Slave to Sex

Chapter 1

Hidden Desires

An abandoned, cold, dark warehouse on the far outskirts of Vanhoover was silent from the outside, hiding the perverse contest within from both prying eyes and dire legal infractions by the society they were perversing.

Within, the arena was just large enough it could be a cafeteria, however it was lit only by a light high above the center. A tall chain linked fencing surrounded it, and to the side against the fence, a husky green stallion wearing a mask colored red with orange rimmed around his eyes lay on his side, a large cushion supporting him with his belly exposed.

A bell rang loudly and for several seconds and the stands fell silent. A dark green earth pony mare baring scars across her body from whips, burns, and tally marks across her cutie marks entered the stage, smugly looking to the shadowed faces of creatures of several species of creatures that watched her walk to the center of the enclosed stage.

She began with an enchanted shout. “The first rule of cock fighting is-”

“Don’t talk about cock fighting!” the stands chorused and cheered loudly. Stomping, hooting, hollering, roaring, and clapping filled the room as she raised a foreleg in a signal for them to give her their attention.

“My fellow Gatherers of the Night, we gather here for our sacred right to watch a fight! Ageless as time itself, predator and prey have lived a simple cycle we know all too well; yet here, in these walls and with friends we call our own, we can give in to our other desires.”

She looked into the shadowed stands, her eyes crossing interspecies couples with either of the two groups she said in dominance of another, some fucking in the crowd still even after she’d called attention, albeit quietly and with hushed noises. She smiled and inhaled. “Two ponies enter, only one pony gets to worship the master! Bring ‘em in,” she yelled as the crowd cheered. Two pegasi mares were led in, collared by sadistic unicorns with lustful hate in their eyes at their charges. “These mares have been bred to fight for the cock, for your entertainment, and once unleashed; will do just that!”

The stands roared to life again. Gryphons mounted ponies and ponies took a minotaur from both ends; it was sexual hedonism and debauchery at its worst.

Both mares being led toward one another recoiled from the noise, trying to back out of the caged arena. They fell to the floor in erotic pain as their collars’ special enchantments sent impulses straight into their nervous systems.

“Stallions, exit the arena with me. Cock Master, prepare yourself,” the announcer called to the stands, riling them up. The husky stallion began to rub his sheath and balls and sneered greedily to the two mares that were to fight over him as his cock emerged. “With me now!”

“Uncollar. Your. Subs!” the room echoed in near perfect unison.

With a sparkle of magic, both mares’ collars unclasped and a primal rage belying the pony race coarsed through them. They whinnied as they reared and kicked the air, roaring as ancient equines did as they landed and galopped at each other, ramming shoulder to chest to begin their melee.

Their wings opened in an attempt to intimidate one another showing bare and almost completely plucked wings, scarred in places too badly from their brutal and immoral training to regrow feathers properly again. They collided violently with a traded headbutt that sent them reeling a step back before leaping back into a fight, an excuse to vent pain and aggression built over years as a secondary reason for what they were doing.

Bites were made to leave marks, slaps with hardened hooves brought blood, and bucks were exchanged in a violent display of aggression. Both mares, after minutes of trading blows, were exhausted and limping, bruised in many places, and were bleeding where scratches had cut too deep.

Finally, one mare succumbed to her exhaustion and her hind legs gave out. The blue mare took advantage and spun to deliver a bone cracking buck in the other’s ribs that sent the other flying into the fence and flopping to the floor, twitching as her brain fought between consciousness and passing out from pain and injuries.

“Oh! Four minutes, a worthy fight, but the winner takes her prize!” the announcer called as the blue mare’s collar was quickly sent through the fence and around her neck, stopping her before she continued the attack on her opponent. Instantly she stopped and looked at what she’d done to the other mare, then around the loud, deeply shadowed stands, then to the dom in the arena’s cage. Her mouth salivated and she quickly limped to him, falling to her back knees and crawling to press her face into his scrotum.

She began her cock worshipping while the announcer called her victory and the other mare was dragged from the arena by her wing into the shadows by her sadistic stallion. The stands began to fill with the sounds of sex of many forms as creatures watched the victorious mare worship cock with expert skill.

Before too long he had pulled her mane to free himself as he came in her throat, mouth, and across her face and forelocks. She seemed all too eager to return to worshipping him, cleaning his cock until only a sheen of her saliva remained, every drop of cum from the floor was licked and she pawed at herself like a crazed feline to get whatever she could from her face, head, and mane into her mouth.

The sound of the leash clicking to her collar stopped her instantly and she fell to the floor gagging at the tug then gasping for air. “Shut up, you little slut.” Her leash tugged twice and she stood lethargically, limping back with her stallion into the shadows and past the sex filled stands, spit and bottled ejaculate splattering against her as she passed into the lights of the locker room.

“Ah, what a good filly. You won me a good bag of bits today, let’s get you cleaned up and rested.”

She didn’t acknowledge the stallion as he led her through the motions of standing, displaying, rolling to her back, and opening every orifice ending with her mouth to have her body cleaned. Once she was scrubbed she was lightly bandaged and salve was applied to her seeping cuts before her leash was undone and she looked around, noticing she was in her stall. She brushed her white mane from her face with a hoof.

Three clangs on the bars behind her in signaled her next private event. “On your chest, you little slut,” her master hissed, “your stomach’s full, but not your womb, and I have to take care of my mare.”

Backing up until her rump bumped the barred entrance, she lowered her front and moved her tail aside. “Good filly, just like that,” was the only thing he said for the next minute until he’d used her, filled her with his sticky seed, and then left her unpleased and leaking cum. “Not bad, for a used trashbag,” was the last she heard as he wiped his cock on her flank. She lay in that position until she fell asleep to the safety of her own happy indulgent dreams.

The place where she could please her master without pain, without aches, without sadness. A dream realm where she was cuddled and hugged more often, fed sweets, and had time to play outside in the sunlight.

A smile crept across her muzzle as she dreamed of impossible things.

A bucket of warm water across her exposed backside startled her awake and she stood. “Wake up, filly. You’re going to a new master today,” a new mare announced. Worry grew in the blue mares chest and she turned her head to look at the speaker with sadness. “Don’t give me that, you were bought by some stallion across Equestria and you’re going to be making him happy now. Stand still and stay good until you're let out of your stall.”

The blue mare whimpered and with effort managed to turn around to the bars then scratched her hooves against the bars of her stall.

“Don’t even start, cock sleeve, you know this is what happens to the good ones. Be glad you’re not like the mare you beat last night,” she snickered, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up wingless in a few hours from now.”

The collared mare’s wings tightened to her body and she cowered back.

“Yeah, you know what happens to losers. At least you still have your pretty face. Now come here so I can leash you like the cum rag you are. Did you like getting fucked by your old master last night? I heard you’re so loose he only lasted a minute, just so he could get away from your used cunt. Is that true, slut?”

The blue mare didn’t say anything as she was leashed and led from her stall down a hallway, and several turns later, to a small garage. A wagon that looked old and full of junk waited for her with it’s back door open and a bored stallion singing a song to himself. She was shoved in and fell, hurting her already sprained leg, but stood as she knew she had to.

She was tied to a bar set in the center of the cart and she noticed taped pictures against the windows that made it seem the cart was full of useless junk.

The driver looked her over while the mare locked the slave in place. Once the blue mare was alone she glanced aside to him and he sneered at her. “I’m gonna need that ass clean for when I make my first stop,” he laughed and slammed the door, sending the inside into near pitch blackness. Minutes later the muffled speaking stopped and the floor lurched, nearly making her fall. She took her orders to heart and struggled to keep standing.

She rocked and bounced in the darkness, hoping in the recesses of her mind that her next master would be pleased with her and that she could please him in turn.