Slave to Sex

Chapter 3

New Life Begins

Blue woke first still held by his arm across her. She hummed in his embrace and turned over slowly until she was on her back. She looked around the room in the early morning light, it was just as it had been. No pony had come in while she was asleep to change the decor, bring in sex toys, shouts or demands to please them or another then taking but a moment to with rope, binding her legs together.

It was incredibly uncomfortable.

She moved from the bed carefully, so as to not wake or anger her master, and carefully looked around the room closer. The desk was two logs of wood and a board on them. There was unused paper and parchment she could draw on, and stacks of papers that were his and she knew not to touch.

She looked aside to the bed that was a mere couple hooves from the floor on a bed frame that she couldn’t be tied to without more effort than wanted. He turned over and she noticed scars on his back and looked to her own scarred back then back to his. Turning around she looked at the trunks and chests. She could count to six and there were five, each closed. She wondered which ones had the toys and if he was going to hurt her or be one of the gentle masters.

She could use a vibrator though, and a ball gag, maybe a dildo to ride. She cleared her head with a shake and looked up and then took in the size of the cavern, about the size of a standard dungeon with a single entrance. And the walls we actual stone. And while roughly carved, the walls were free of hooks, chains, torches…

She couldn’t figure this out and sat down knitting her brow and placing a hoof to her temple in confusion.

“Something on your mind, Fräulein Blue?” Gerald asked. She sat up straight and shook her head. “Hungry?” A nod. “Couple secs,” he groaned and stretched then groaned louder when he looked at her lowering her front while turning, moving her tail aside.. “Not sex, seconds. I am sorry, but I don’t want to have sex with ponies, including you.”

She lowered her tail, stood, and turned to face him, her face lit up and she pranced to him on the bed, reared onto it, and presented her forelegs to him for binding, holding them together and making a motion. He looked her over, simply got off the bed, and walked around her. She pranced her rear hooves happily while stabilizing herself on the warm mattress and prepared herself for a good fucking, that never came.

A food bar landed beside her right forehoof and her attention went to it. She confusedly looked back to Gerald, who was beginning to make his drawings and ignored her. She felt insulted, never had she been turned down or passed by, ever. She was the most favored sex toy of any pony she’d known, a master of pleasing her master!

Her special talent was to please her master or mistress and she’d always done just that, expertly, she couldn’t stop the circling thoughts. She waved her tail and used a technique that always worked when she felt the urge to feel something inside her wet pussy. “Fuck me. Fuck Cum Rag, please.” He ignored her, only giving a quiet exhale. She stomped her rear hoof, the clack resonated in the cave. “Please, fuck Cock Sleeve,” she opened her mouth and said ‘ahh’ loudly from her place leaning on the bed, looking at him.

“Be quiet, Fräulein Blue,” he said curtly. He heard her mouth snap shut and a growl in frustration.

“Cum in mouth,” she told him this time and landed all four hooves on the ground with a clatter and marched to him. “Cum pussy, dirty whore wants cum. Good Cocksleeve!” she stated, her voice growing more firm with each cliche phrase she’d heard over and over through the years. “Good Cocksleeve needs a good fuck, yes!?”

He spun and faced her, beak to muzzle. She flinched but didn’t back down, the scent of her arousal tickling his nose. “No, Fräulein. Eat your food bar or I shall take you to the lake to cool off, then you’ll get another food bar or eat grass outside. Either way, I am not fucking you,” he told her in a stern, steady voice.

Her eye twitched and with a stomp of her forehooves she began to have a foalish tantrum with grunting, hopping, stomping, kicking; she went as far as throwing her meal bar at the stone wall, screaming and whining as her hormones dissipated through frustrated rage rather than horniness or orgasm.

Gerald watched for a couple minutes as she wound down, rolling on the floor kicking her legs in the air before she panted and sweated slightly, rolling to her hooves and standing still. He chuckled at her and she frowned at him. “You feel better, Fräulein Blue? Get it out of your system? Ready to eat?”

She snorted and flagged her tail as she went to the meal bar on the floor and began to eat loudly, chomping rudely to encourage punishment that always led to sex, she was making a show of moving her hips every so often to tease him, not knowing he’d turned back to his desk until she was done with her meal bar. She grumbled quietly to herself wordlessly.

No matter what she did he wouldn’t mount her, fuck her, hold her head as he ravaged her mouth, bind her, bridle her, stuff her mouth with gags, dig his claws into her, raking them across her back as he came inside her. The tingle under her tail grew and now she had desire to please him and feel his warmth fill any of her holes. She gulped and began to sweat as she looked around the room and eyed the trunks and chests. She cantered to them and opened them one by one.

He told her to stop by the time she’d opened the third and moved to the fourth, finding no implements of her orgasm before he placed a hand on the fourth trunk. She placed her hooves on the seam and fought him to open it as tears began to show in her eyes. She was a bad pony. She couldn’t please her master and he wasn’t going to please her, punish her or use her. He watched as she struggled, his emotions showing, welling with pity.

She stopped trying to force the trunk and moved to it, resting her head against it and weeping at her feelings of being a failure. He knelt and wrapped her into a hug that she returned quickly, tightly. For the first time since he’d seen her and for the first time in years, she cried openly, saturating his feathers as she let loose a torrent of pent up emotions that went far beyond feeling like a failure to her new master. For the first time in her memory, she was being treated kindly and it was so alien to her that she could barely understand it, much less appreciate it for what it was. Yet she didn’t want it to end.

They stayed like that for nearly eight minutes while she cried, wept, then finally relaxed in his arms. He moved her back and looked at her, she offered him a soft smile and reached for his groin. He used a hand to grab her hoof and place it on his chest. “Love is more important than everything the body offers, so think of love instead of sex, okay?”

She stood there, standing with his left arm as balance and his right holding her hoof to his chest, silence passed and she jerked away as she felt his pulse. The sensation was one she knew too well from cocks about to shower her, but this was different. This felt good in a different way.

She leaned and and placed her ear to his chest. “Love,” she said as she pulled back and reached up. He cautiously let her take his head and she tugged him, pressing his ear to her chest. “Love?”

He pulled back and looked at her. “Sure, love. Sure, uh,” he reached beside him and scratched a wing, “so, Fräulein, how about a bath?”

She grinned. “Good Cock Sleeve get Cum bath?!” she shouted happily, expectantly.

He face clawed with a groan. “Climb on my back and I will take you to the lake,” and within two minutes they were at the lake’s edge. “Water, for washing and playing for you. Go in,” he told her and she complied walking in and stopping after her knees got wet. She shivered and watched as he passed her and took a few strokes, then vanished.

She gasped and hopped twice, with a whine she stood there looking around the surface of the lake. He was gone, she was alone; she was truly worthless and had been discarded and-

“Eeak!” she screamed and fell back nearly completely submerging herself as he burst from the water in front of her with a growl. He laughed as she back pedaled then scrambled to the edge and got out, frowning at him.

“Aw, Fräulein Blue, don’t be that way. It was just a prank, c’mon. I’ve got most of your blubbering tears and snot off me, now you need a wash too. And, maybe this will cool your lust,” he walked to her and extended an arm. She reluctantly put a hoof in his talons and he guided her into the water until she was chest deep.

“That’s good enough. Wash up, okay?” She used her hooves to splash water on herself very inefficiently. He cupped his hands and tossed water at her when she wasn’t looking and laughed as even the little bit he did get on her startled her.

She wiped her cheek from the cold water and leaned down, sucked in water, and squirted at him. He guarded himself with his hands to little effect and laughed as she got him. “I cum on you!” she laughed and used her mouth to scoop more water as he lunged through the water around her and splashed her as he hopped. She spat a stream of water after him that trailed him while he continued to douse her. She laughed loudly and began to hop after him making smaller splashes and getting him wet when he’d let her.

For the moment she was a filly again, playing for fun before her life changed so dramatically. She splashed him, tackled him, laughed as he did the same. Finally he stopped and began walking to the small beach when they were both panting and laughing. “Let’s take a moment to rest.”

She whined. “Sapphire want play more,” she pouted.

He stopped and look back quickly. “Your name is Sapphire?” She gasped and covered her mouth with her hooves shaking her head and brought her wings to hide behind more by instinct than usability as she sank into the water, waiting for him to lash out. He smiled kindly. “That’s a very pretty name, did you know some of the most amazing ponies are named after jewels?”

She didn’t move, staying mostly submerged in the lake water.

“Please, walk out of the lake with me and I shall take you for a fly to dry off, how does that sound?” he offered. Slowly she got up and cautiously followed his path out and eventually climbed on his back. When he took her hooves for safety she relaxed and tightened her legs to him as he took off and returned to the sky.

She squealed happily and her wings opened, moving with his as he took her through some basic maneuvers and then high into the clouds. She prepared for a dive but never imagined that he’d land on a cloud. Her eyes widened as he took a step and unceremoniously flipped her over his body by her forelegs.

She screamed in terror as she bounced onto the cloud and merely sank a hoof deep into it. He chuckled as her scream echoed back to them while she gasped for air, legs to her body as she trembled mightily.

“You’ve never been on a cloud either? Well surprise, Sapphire, welcome to the clouds!” he opened his arms and wings.

She continued to gasp for air as her heart raced in her chest, but she didn’t move to test where she lay. Over the next few minutes while he indulged himself with cloud sculpting their cloud she managed to roll to her belly and watch him, cautiously poking at the cloud herself.

“If you want to join me, you can,” he offered without looking aside to her as he moulded a building of sorts into his poor cityscape.

She stood on shaky legs and bounced, then looked at him and his construct. She scooped some cloud in front of her and began to shape. “Cock!” she chirped and proudly sat beside a pillar of uneven shaped cloud.

“Ja, not bad; but how about something that makes you happy?”

She cocked her head to the side and stared at him. “Master happy cock.”

He waved her over to him. “Scheisse, sit with me and I’ll show you. This is the cloud city named Eisenhand, it’s legendary for its warriors, none like it anywhere in the sky, pegasi included,” he teased her to no effect. “These spires are the defense pillars, no creature can approach without being seen. The city as a whole is only open to certain gryphons and ambassadors, you probably don’t know about any of that though? Did you know Princess Celestia is welcomed openly?”

“Celestia yes, pussy so fucking good,” she happily said.

He rolled his eyes and used a talon tip to cut a part of the cloud free and moulded it into a sphere he moved high over the city. “Du gehst mir tierisch auf den Keks,” he muttered, “this is the sun,” he pointed from the ball he made to the globe in the sky and back. Taking a talon he cut a piece from the middle and formed it into a trapezoid.

“This is Celestia, a pony like you, only she is the sun,” he said and her eyes widened, “she has nothing to do with sex. Celestia is the sun, understand?”

She used her wing to reach out and touch the cloud sun he’d made, then touched the crude alicorn princess. “Celestia… sun?” she asked. She flinched at his sudden reaction.

“Ja! Yes! You get it! I knew there was hope for you, there’s hope for us all!” He hugged her and she ‘eeped,’ but not in fear for once. She smiled as he picked her up and dropped her onto the cloud. “Uh, yes, perhaps I can hug more often, I guess, but don’t tell anyone, okay? So, who is the sun?”

She smiled at him. “Celestia, fuck yes that pussy!”

He chuckled. “Fräulein Sapphire, we will work on your speech as well. But first, what say you to a bit of fun?” She rolled her eyes and leaned forward, opening her mouth with an ‘ahh.’ He laughed and reached to her sides and picked her up with a toss. She landed on his back and he leapt from the cloud, taking the dive she’d expected earlier.

She watched as the ground approached beyond his feathered head and his wing muscles moving under her, preparing to do turn, then instead he continued his dive. Nearly fifty feet from the ground he opened his wings and strained as he pulled up into a sharp climb.

He banked around and spiraled to bleed speed and glided into his home, stopping with a scratch as his claws dragged on the floor. She toppled off him and landed on her side rolling once and stopping on her belly laughing loudly. “Again!”

He shook and several feathers loosed from him. He rubbed his right wing and grumbled with a smile. “Ah, it’s been a while since these wings have done that. Glad they held up, aren’t you, Sapphire?”

She was still giggling and moving her own damaged wings, imagining herself flying with him.

“Here, I have paper for you to draw. I have seen you looking at them, but I only have black color,” he placed a sheet of paper on the floor in front of her and the charred piece of this wood beside it. “Draw something happy?”

She scooted forwards on her belly and bit the pencil. She brought it to the paper and he stood beside her as she drew. He watched and smiled as she drew crudely a small pony family, a fluffy house, and a sun in the sky with stars, too. She used her hooves to turn the page over and began to draw just as quickly as before.

His elation fell as she drew a very small pony with a leash facing away from many other ponies behind her, most with erect cocks. She began pressing harder and marking over the ponies behind the small pony until the pencil broke and she scooted back, ears down and with a defeated look in her eyes.

“Nein, I won’t hurt you. It’s only a pencil made from tree bark, I can make more as long as there are trees,” he joked as he grabbed her art. “Etzt weib ich wie der Hase läuft,” he said looking at both sides and moving swiftly beside her. “These three, happy in the clouds. This is your mother and papa, yes?”

She cautiously lifted her head and looked at where he was pointing.

“And this one, a sister?” She blinked and sniffed the page. “I will guess yes, so then this one,” he turned it over and she leaned back from what she’d drawn. “This is Fräulein Sapphire, ja? And these are who, behind her?”

She reached a foreleg up and brought her hoof down on the page, taking it from his grip and to the floor. She quickly began to rip the drawing up with her hooves and mouth, stopping when she saw one of her family members. Quickly she turned the pieces over and began to reassemble her family.

Gerald let her have her task, watching over her as she went until she finished with nearly every piece.

“Momma, Poppa, Snowy... Sapphire,” placed a hoof where she should have been in the drawing, “gone. Cock Sleeve,” she sighed and touched her collar with her hoof, “fight for cock, Cock Sleeve. Only food is stallion, drink it all. Don’t bite, be slow, Cum Rag. Good filly, drink up,” she lowered her hoof from her collar and sat tall. “Sapphire gone, family gone. Slave,” she said softly and tapped her hoof on the floor.

He swallowed hard and placed a hand on her back, holding as she flinched away. “Sapphire is safe. Family is safe. I’m not the gryphon I’d have chosen to come across you, but I’ll do my best to see you get home to them. I, uh,” he patted her back and moved around to the bed, reaching under it producing the leash.

She became sullen, lifting her chin.

“So, that’s how this works? I’m only going to put this on to see what happens, do you trust me?”

She didn’t move, just as she was trained. He moved and clipped it to the ring on her collar and the effect was instantaneous. She had become a shell, sitting there, waiting to be told what to do. “A golem, why?” he asked her. “Stand... Sit... Smile... Be sad... Stand on three legs.” He watched as she followed each command as soon as he’d spoken. “Say your name.”

She placed her hoof to the floor and began to list the vile names she’d been given. “Stop, I want you to say, ‘My name is Sapphire.’”

She repeated his phrase, albeit lethargically and quietly. He had her repeat it three times. “Fräulein Sapphire, your name is now and only Sapphire. A pegasus pony mare, do you understand?” She stayed standing, looking at the floor. “I’ll take your leash off now.”

Her chin lifted and he took the leash off. She perked up right away and looked around, humming. She turned her head back and smelled her rear, then looked at him with the most confused look she’d ever given him. He couldn’t help but snicker. “I told you, Sapphire, I will not use your body in such a way. By the by, what is your name?”

She opened her mouth but stayed silent. Thinking of what to say as thoughts jumbled. “Cu-, Sapph-,” she huffed with slight frustration. “Cumfire?”

She staggered back at his boisterous laughter, ears to her head and fear in her eyes at the predator looming over her. Humor or not, his beak and talons were made for killing and she wasn’t ready to die.

“Ah, oh… Oh my, Fräulein Sapphire, that was just the best. It will take time,” he wiped his eyes, “but we will have you with only one name soon. Sit on the bed with me?” he asked and she hesitated before climbing onto it and sitting up. “Perhaps you would like to know about me, I am a gryphon far from home. I am nearly forty years of age and when I was in the military, as all gryphons must do, I was in the field of psychiatry.

“Not a licenced shrink, mind you. I was a secretary, but it’s easy to learn enough to take to your advantage, especially when I chose to leave the hovel of Gryphonia for Equestria. Taking advantage of ponies is too easy and before I was in this land for a year, I was rich and had mares in line to be with me, just to say they had been with a gryphon worth while.

“It wasn’t long before my past caught me though and I was run from every town I came across until I ended up here. A home for the lost and easily manipulated welcomed me, but I had had my fun and ever since, I have just wanted to be alone,” he chuckled when he looked at her. “You’re actually listening? Well, you’re the first good thing to happen to me in many years. A chance at redemption for the things I’ve done that I shall not tell you, but know that I was a secretary on paper, not a saint in life.”

She blinked and stayed sitting as he sat up and reached for her. A smile tugged the corners of her mouth as she expected him to start foreplay but when she felt him touch her collar she yelped and leapt back, hooves covering her collar, shaking her head.

“Fine, I apologize, but someday we will take that off and I will give you the best neck massage you’ve ever had.”

She started to open her mouth, habitually expecting a cock in her throat, but stopped herself when she looked into his eyes. Her mouth closed and she stood, shook, and looked out the portal to the world.

“You may look, but do not cross as you would make a very poor decoration below my doorway. What’s your name?”

“Sap Leeve,” she said without thinking as she stood at the opening and looked out, a mere pony length of stone was between her and the world that she didn’t know. She stood for nearly ten minutes taking in every sight, smell, and sound of nature before she turned back to see him asleep on the bed.

She smiled warmly and sniffed the air in the room to make sure she wasn’t crazy, that he really didn’t have sex with her while she was being a good filly. She cuddled next to him and her eyes widened as he pulled her close into his downy feathers, but before long she was cozy for the first time in months.

She felt safe and hoped it would last with this master. She didn’t know how she was doing it, but she was pleasing him, and if cuddles were the reward she’d keep doing whatever it was. “I Sapphire,” she whispered to herself. “Master, Sapphire wants coc-” she thought for a moment and gulped. “M-master, Sapphire want,” she placed a hoof to her chest and smiled, whispering, “love.”