Slave to Sex

Chapter 11

In Heat, Passed Around

They stood in the grass as a breeze rustled the trees and loosened several leaves that Sapphire hopped after and munched on with giggles and a song. “I like crunchy leaves, sweet leaves, green leaves, and brown. I would eat them all over town.”

Mellow chuckled throatily and caught one in her lips then used her tongue to slip it in. “Meh, it’s okay. At least it’s locally grown and not imported,” she winked at Sapphire who winked back, seductively. “None of that, let me tell you how mating works in civilization.”

…

“So, only before bed or when in private, with a herd, or invited guests? Bondage is optional, and safewords aren’t needed because it’s always vanilla?”

Mellow smirked with a nod. “I haven’t really heard it called vanilla style, but I guess. It can get to be a bit more, but it’s always discussed and agreed upon. Limits are in place and safe words aren’t usually needed, but couldn’t hurt with something new.”

“Yeah, that’s when I have sex with cuddling and kissing, it’s nice like that, but it doesn’t happen much. Maybe,” she paused speaking but kept pace with Mellow, “eight times.”

“Wow, eight times in how many years?”

“I dunno, maybe eighteen, twenty, but it was hard to keep track because every birthday was a day of nonstop sex.”

“Sheesh, how do you have an education? You can count, read, write…”

“Papa teached me to read and write a little, and I learned to count orgasms, pebbles on the floor, links in the chain with Master; because sometimes it was only thing that helped me some days.”

Mellow looked at her. “I’m sorry to hear that. I never thought sex could be so rough. It’s barbaric what’s happened to you, and I hope your life only gets better from here.”

“It’s okay, I never knew ponies were so… sexually weak. I mean, you have okay sex, but only a few times a week, maybe?” Sapphire snickered, “I rub it every day, at least once. It’s better now because Papa’s helped me to do it less because I couldn’t stop when Papa first saved me, but I still-”

“We’re almost there, the doctor’s. Are you ready to go back in?”

Sapphire nodded and hopped into a prance. “Yeah, maybe I’ll be okay to leave and see Papa again before nachtzeit.”

Mellow didn’t answer as she led her up the stairs and into the multipurpose house. “Doc, we’re back.”

“Ah, we’ll be right out.”

“I’ll be here for you, Saph.” The doctor entered the hallway and made his way to them, followed by two large stallions. The same ones from earlier in the morning. “What’re you two doing here? Aren’t you on duty?”

“No, sergeant, we’re off and here on-call. The doc called us in to help with the patient.”

Mellow looked between the two and narrowed her eyes. “I’ve got her under wing, so you’re dismissed.”

A hoof rose, placatingly. “I apologize, but she’s in need of psychiatric help. I’ve called these two in to help restrain her as needed until a professional from Las Pegasus arrives.”

Mellow snorted. “That’s a six day trek by land, are you trying to hurt the poor mare?”

“No, however I do have the backing of the medical board behind me that says you have to do as I say. This is a civilian matter, so it falls under my jurisdiction, please step aside and let us help her.”

Mellow grunted in defiance but yielded, moving back as the two guards sided Sapphire. “I’ll see you later, Mellow,” Sapphire said happily as she was guided back into her previous room.

“Thank you for your assistance, sergeant. I’ll see to it that it’s recorded in your file, you may leave now.”

“What about your nurse? Isn’t she supposed to be back?”

“She was sent home early as I’m doing house calls for the rest of the day. Would you mind closing the door behind you, I have paperwork to do relating to this,” he sighed and lowered his head. “It’s never easy, doing this, but it has to be done.”

“Yeah, right. I’ll be back in a couple hours to check on her, regardless of jurisdiction.”

“You do that, enjoy your day,” he grinned a smile at her as she left.

…

Sapphire grunted when she was shoved aside toward the bed. “Ouch.”

She heard a door close and looked behind her as the doctor entered, lifting a small black box in his magic. “I have a gift for you, one that you should have gotten a while ago.”

“Oh? What is it? Is it pretty?”

“Not as pretty as you,” he said opening the box and quickly sending a black collar around her neck, locking it with a lock bearing his cutie mark.

She attempted a scream, panic and fear clutching at her very being; silenced to the recesses of her mind as the leash snapped onto her new collar.

“Damn it, mare. You’re almost a year late, do you have any idea how much tension I’ve had building up? I can’t afford to buy two of you, and no refunds cost me dearly,” he grumbled as he tugged her closer, “thankfully, that won’t be a problem anymore, will it?”

A stream of tears left her eye and made their way down her face, a single one dropping to the ground as he moved behind her.

“Thank Celestia you’re here, and in estrus,” the stallions chuckled, “you won’t be with foal, but you’re going to feel some pressure inside when we’re done.”

He mounted her from behind and with a couple motions found his target, thrusting himself inside of her as she winced.

“Give her the meds, gentlecolts.”

One used his wings to grab a bottle from a counter and opened it, pouring three pills into his hoof that he thrust into her mouth. “Swallow them, then I’ll give you something else to swallow.”

She complied as the ache she’d had for months was finally changed into a warm rush of tingles that she couldn’t help but shiver at. Her head was lowered and with two pats her mouth dropped open, the familiar giddy feeling tickled in her chest as she tasted cock for the first time in longer than she could remember going without it.

She felt a pinch at her teats and succumbed to the sensation of being the object of sexual desire, her mouth and pussy full, salty cock and medial rings popping in and out of her body while a stallion nursed on her empty breasts. Time seemed to lose meaning for her as her body was used, parts of her revelled at the familiar feeling while most of her conscious mind replayed the events over the previous winter and fall seasons between moments that needed her attention.

… A warm sunrise looking out of the cavern in Papa’s arms, held tight to keep her safe ...

She came the first time, a muffled scream around the object in her mouth as the feeling she’d sought for so long coursed through her body, followed by the faint tingle in the depths of her vagina as she was blessed with fresh warm stallion cum, the cause of her climax. She was empty for only a few seconds before she was mounted again, this time more roughly around the hips, by a smaller cock that slid into her.

… Snuggling under Papa’s wing ...

She swallowed cum as it ran down her throat while the stallion that was face fucking her pulled out and sprayed her head and mane with his jizz, all she could do was whine at the sensations she’d been missing more than she knew, more then she realized she had desired them.

… Drawing a picture and being praised ...

Her leash was taken off and she quickly went to cleaning the hard cock in her face as she rocked back and forth with each mighty thrust from behind until, all too quickly, he pressed as deeply as he could and released his seed into her body, slipping out and stumbling back.

“Damnit, she’s too good. I haven’t finished that fast since I was much younger.”

“Forget that, look at how good she’s cleaning me.”

“That’s because I paid top dollar for this one. She’ll do whatever we say for longer than we can handle. Have fun, boys, I’ve got some paperwork to do, leave any marks and I’ll be very upset,” the doctor said wistfully as he left the room and closed it behind him.

Sapphire whimpered as she was pushed to the floor and rolled over, her hind legs forced to her body, exposing her to both stallions. “You first, you’re higher ranking.”

“Damn right.”

… Singing happy songs ...

She bit her lip and mewled as a tongue lapped inside her and a soft hoof pressed against and just inside her asshole. She watched as another stallion walked around her and her eyes followed his bouncing cock as it moved under him, finally it loomed over her face. A surge of desire exploded inside her every nerve and she lost herself to lust and a life of training.

“Sweet dreams, Sapphire.”
“‘Night, mommy.”

...

Sapphire woke slowly, her clit tingling like it hadn’t in months, no matter how hard she’d tried herself the real thing was always better than some object. Her eyes were hard to open from all the cum on her head, but it didn’t matter because she was in a dark room. It was cold, damp, and smelled of mildew. She swallowed the flavor of creamy salt and the scent of stallion then rolled to her belly, the silver metal under the soft pink fuzzy hoofcuffs glinted in the faint light she had and she looked around at her new home.

She nickered as a wonderful tingle ran its way down her spine, however she couldn’t stand with the weighted chain holding her neck down with its weight. It rattled her bones with each movement she made, she couldn’t fight against it being what it was, so she resigned herself as she had for so many years before.

With nothing else to do, she lay and sighed a content sigh as her tail swished the scent of sex around her and her mind drifted.

Previous masters and mistresses, positions, the happiness of bringing so many such good feelings.

The shouting, the crying, the beatings, the pain… the loss.

She remembered Papa, holding her gently and singing to her in both their languages, and finally she sobbed. Her mother a faint blur she’d never recognize, but the memory of love was there, just as it was for the gryphon she’d been adopted by.

“This, isn’t me. This isn’t me. This isn’t me. This, is not, Sapphire,” she growled and clenched every muscle she could as she forced herself to lift her front up.

She reached a trembling forehoof to the collar and felt it, shaking heavily when she did. “This is not Sapphire,” she said resolutely as she pressed the front of the lock firmly. It released with a click and the sound of chains falling into a pile filled the room when she stumbled back over her tail with an eep and looked around the room in more detail.

A basement. Underground. Dark but not blackout, cold, wet. She didn’t even have bedding yet, she’d have to work for it. She panted and looked into the darkness at her collar, she had to put it back on, she had to or… what? What would happen if she didn’t, just this once?

She rolled to her hooves and flexed her natural wings, sneering at the chain that wouldn’t hold her down anymore. She moved to it and kicked it with her forehoof hard and staggered back as it clattered against the floor and wall, yet... it didn’t. She hesitantly moved closer to it and glared death, challenging it, but it didn’t move. Didn’t attack her, bind her, break her very soul. It changed in that moment before her eyes.

She felt confusion, fear, anxiety, happiness in the pit of her stomach all at once when she reached and brushed her nose against the simple string that had been the heaviest of chains. A snort of hot, humid air from her snout sent it fumbling away, and she hiccupped. She grinned and hiccupped again.

Her eyes watered, she hiccupped.

She looked at the collar, so detailed and intricately made, through blurry vision. She smiled and touched her bare neck as tears, her own tears, fell from her face.

Not pained, sad, or happy tears. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly as hope washed parts of her past away. In several seconds she realized she wasn’t afraid of the leash anymore. It was a thin string, barely strong enough to hold against a child’s playful tug, something she was told was an unbreakable chain, attached to her very life. A lie.

The collar was what kept her safe and alive from what happened to her, another lie. She’d lived more with Papa then she had her entire life, for what her life mattered.

Her gaze hardened. “I matter to Papa. I matter to me,” she looked down and stomped the collar under her hoof. “I matter,” she said one final time, “and I want to go home to Papa.”

With a narrow set of eyes taking in the unsorted mess of boxed personal items, she flared her wings and chose a stack of boxes at random.