Luna was led down a small, dimly lit stairwell to a long, bare corridor. The usual arcane lighting panels were replaced here by enchanted torches lining the walls. The flickering lights made the shadows dance and sway as her master guided her onwards.

The moment she had placed the mask on Gregor’s face his entire demeanor had shifted; his warm, calming grin becoming a self-satisfied smirk; his eyes gaining a cold, predatory glint to them; his motions growing more fluid, each leg stepping in front of the other like a feline on the prowl; his entire posture altering to one of a being in complete control of his surroundings.

For her part, Luna worked to slip into her own role. She avoided taking the ‘proper’ submissive position as she followed behind him, as hard as it was not to simply give in and submit to his clear dominance. She was meant to be a freshly caught victim, resistant, not yet broken. The foreboding passage and the sound of his claws scraping on the rough stone of the hallway helping her get in the right mindset of fear and uncertainty.

By the time they stopped in front of a plain metal door she was ready, or at least as ready as she thought she could be. His tail curled around her neck, the tuft on the end brushing over her cheek as he looked back at her, one talon gripping the latch for the door. He smirked at her, his eyes glinting in the torchlight before his expression softened. “You ready? Once we go in, the fun starts.”

She nodded and took a step closer to him. “Verily. Let us not keep Miss Berry waiting.”

He flashed her a grin that quickly morphed into a haughty smirk as he pushed open the door and gave her leash a hard tug, forcing her to follow him inside. “Then get in here slut, it’s time you learned just what your place is now.”

She staggered through the doorway, the bright light inside making her blink a few times before she could get a clear view. While her eyes adjusted she shook her head, pulling back on the force tugging her forward. “Do your worst you lecherous cur! We will never yield to such vile scum as you!”

“Ohhhh, brought me a feisty one this time. I like it!” She heard Berry exclaim, the mare quickly moving up close to her newest prize as Gregor slammed the heavy door behind them. She had changed quickly, her collar replaced by a red and black mask with numerous orange markings shaped like various fruits spread across it. Her long, green and cream mane was done up in a heavy, if hastily done looking, bun at the back of her head. Her legs were now covered in heavy latex boots that went up to just over her hocks and knees while she had a matching piece that looked half vest and half corset wrapped around her barrel. Several interesting looking tools dangled from holders on the garments, the long, slender switch and heavy flog being the ones to immediately draw Luna’s attention.

“I do know how much you enjoy the fun of breaking in these new sluts.” Gregor gave her leash another firm tug as he led her further into the room. “And it is always a joy to watch you work.”

Luna obeyed the direction, not quite willing to do her best to escape. Being a rebellious, confrontational slave in need of being broken was one thing, but she wasn’t exactly eager for an actual battle over it. Instead she kept the leash taut, pulled back against the tug just enough to make clear force was needed, but not enough to actually free herself.

She took the chance to take a quick look around the cell she was in, finding much what she expected. One wall was lined with tools and toys, as well as cabinets promising to hold even more, the rest of the room was bare stone, save for the hooks, pins, loops, and other restraint attachment points driven into the walls and floor. The far wall had a number of machines stacked against it, all quite clearly meant to deliver some form of pleasure or pain.

She was pulled out of her examinations by a latex clad hoof running down her side. Berry had moved right next to her, openly ogling the new slave as she ran a hoof down her withers, tracing a path along her back, sliding across her haunch and stopping at her rump, giving her rear a firm squeeze. “Ohhhh yes, definitely liking this one.”

Luna froze for a moment, should she fight back? Pull away? If this wasn’t what it was, she would buck the overly familiar mare in the face. Perhaps… they did want her to resist after all… She lifted the leg nearest Berry, being sure to move slowly and clearly signal her intent before lashing out in a one legged buck. The mare easily moved aside and caught the bucking leg, giving it a quick yank to lift it upwards, pulling it to the side and leaving her crotch fully exposed.

“I really like this one. Don’t go wasting all that energy on trying to fight back, we need fuck-toys with some good stamina.” Berry’s head darted forward, burying her muzzle between Luna’s legs and giving her damp marehood a single, long, slow lick. “Ohhhh, very nice. Going to have to have some fun of my own before all those stallions go and ruin this tight little hole.”

A shiver ran up the new slave’s spine, one she was hoping she could pass off as revulsion since she managed to hold back the small moan that threatened to escape her throat. “N-never! We shall never yield to your debased whims!” She yanked her hoof out of the mare’s grasp and turned her head to glare at her, only to be met with a wide, enthusiastic grin.

“Oh, you don’t have to ‘do’ anything, we’ll have our fun regardless, but it’s going to be soooo much more fun once you’re broken in and begging for more like the wanton little cock-slut you are now.” Berry gave her a wink and gently patted Luna’s rump, quickly adding a hard slap just as Gregor gave a fresh tug on the leash. “But we need to teach you a few lessons before that.”

The griffon was smirking as he led his newest prize towards the middle of the cell. Working together, the two of them quickly secured the padded cuffs around her legs to heavy metal rings driven into the floor. Luna gave them a few hard tugs, both to test them and to try and keep up the act of resisting. They gave just enough to allow her some motion, but otherwise were solid and held her in place, the rear ones placed further apart to keep her hind legs spread.

Gregor backed off, giving the trapped unicorn a lusty leer as he stalked over to the equipment racks and started to gather some items. Her eyes followed him, drawn to the thick length she could see swaying underneath his body as he moved away.

“OW!” She leaped into the air with a startled cry, the restraints making her stumble as she was pulled quickly back to the ground. Turning her head she saw an innocently smiling Berry, as well as the clear remnant of a bite mark on her flank. The red mare gave her rump another quick slap. “Now now, you’ll have plenty of time to be a good little cocksheath for the nice, barbed griffon-cock you’re staring at, but first I get to have my fun with you.” She winked before leaning in to kiss the still slightly tender spot she had bitten.

Luna wasn’t sure if she should be blushing or glaring, too flustered to really know how to respond to the mare’s playful demeanor in such a situation. Ignoring the confused look she was getting, the masked mare wrapped a hoof around the base of Luna’s tail, gently but firmly lifting it up and to the side, her hoof pressing to the revealed marehood, the slick latex sliding easy over the damp folds as her captor examined her newest toy.

“D-Do… your worst c-cretins! We shall… shall never succumb to your foul debauchery!” It was all she could do not to moan as her sensitive flesh was teased and marehandled. In the midst of her struggle Gregor returned, the griffon passed Berry something with a long, thin length of cord attached to it before unclipping the slave’s leash and tossing it to the side. Her eyes widened as he held up a heavy bridle, wasting no time in sliding it over her muzzle and securing the strap behind her head.

At the same time she felt Berry securing a restraint around her dock and pulling it taunt, securing the far end of its tether to the back of her collar. She had to bite her inner lip to avoid a moan this time, being so helpless, feeling the heavy, demeaning bridle on her, the reins attached to it sure to give anypony far more control over her then a mere leash on her collar, knowing that now there would be no way anypony that saw her could mistake her for anything but a slave ready to be used.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of being bound, constrained, rendered so powerless without fear of those doing so. Her head was yanked downwards, the reins secured to another rung, keeping her head bowed, making sure she knew she was below her betters. Unable to keep a small smile off her muzzle she opened her eyes finally, only to pull back hard on the restraints holding her head as she saw the griffon’s claw descending towards her horn, a silvery ring held between two talons.

Memories flashed through her mind from the previous weekend, being trapped, bound in the air, feeling the cold metal lock into place around her horn. She whimpered at the remembered feeling of emptiness, a terrifying sense of helplessness, the loss of all but the most tenuous connection to her celestial charge. The small part of her telling her to simply accept whatever her master wished, to take her due punishment was barely even heard as she twisted her horn away from the approaching inhibitor ring. “Clockface! Not… not that. Please.”

The moment she spoke the ring vanished from sight, clenched tightly in Gregor’s talons as he jerked them away from her. His other foreclaw untied the reins from the ground to let her raise her head. “Alright, no ring.” His voice was back to a calm, soothing tone. Unexpectedly gentle sounding from such a well built griffon.

A warm touch on her neck made her turn her head to see Berry nuzzling her. The mare gave her a smile, reaching a hoof up to lightly stroke her mane. “Not a big deal at all.” Her smile turned into a playful smirk as she winked. “Just no cheating and sneaking some magic in.”

“I will not, it is simply… I do not know how to explain it beyond I do not wish to experience such a sensation again.” Luna regretted her hooves were still secured, leaving her few options for returning Berry’s comforting gesture.

“Hmmmm, guessing you had somepony slip a real one on you in the last week or two?” Gregor had moved back to the tool supplies, Luna catching the quick glint of the ring as he dropped it into one of the drawers. “Since you didn’t seem to have an issue with the partial one last time.”

“Yes.” She paused, cocking her head as she thought something over. “Was that a similar one? If so… I… I may be alright with it. Seeing it about to be put on-”

“Brought up a fresh memory?” Gregor completed her sentence, getting a confirming nod from Luna. “And yes, all rings in this zone are supposed to be like the last one, only making it a bit harder and slightly uncomfortable to use magic, but not actually stopping you if you really want to. Safety rule given the way things can go. Just in case. But if it’s something that fresh, let’s not risk it.” He started opening several of the smaller drawers and cabinets to quickly rummage through them. “Berry, where are the blanks?”

“In the drawer labeled ‘blanks’, should be top row, near the door.” The mare had stopped nuzzling Luna but still pressed comfortingly close, her tail occasionally flicking across the restrained mare’s rump.

“Ah, found it! Thanks.” Gregor turned back, a different looking metal ring in his grip. “So how about we do this instead? Completely inert, just a mundane chunk of metal. Gives the physical sensation of a horn ring but no effect at all on magic usage. Helps keep the scene a bit and give you a reminder you’re supposed to not use magic without really stopping it at all.” He cocked his head, giving Luna a questioning look.

The princess thought it over a moment before nodding. “That would be acceptable. Thank you for being so understanding.”

He waved his empty claw and shook his head. “It’s fine, we all have our little quirks of things that we just don’t enjoy. Personally, I can’t stand collars, the feeling of anything wrapped around my throat is just…” He shuddered and let out a sound of disgust, “Blegh… no.”

Berry giggled and elbowed Luna in the side, stage whispering to the other mare. “Important note, that’s just the wearing the collar part, getting him to be the bottom isn’t all that hard, long as you can put up a good fight for it.”

The griffon let out a groan and rolled his eyes. “Getting back to the matter at claw, you ready to get back to it?”

Luna nodded, trying to keep her cheeks from heating up by force of will alone at that revelation. “Indeed, quite ready. Clockface.”

“Clockface.”

“Seriously, he makes the cutest little chirp-, alright alright Clockface.” Berry gave her a quick wink before moving off to the side and back out of Luna’s line of sight.

Before the bound mare could even consider turning her head to follow, Gregor grabbed the reins of her bridle and pulled her head back down towards the ground. From the forced position she had a clear view under the griffon; his cock already on full display and throbbing softly. Her eyes stayed locked on the turgid shaft while he tied her back down, only breaking away as she felt the metal ring slide into place at the base of her horn.

Her entire body tensed up as she tried to suppress the momentary flash of panic. Taking a steadying breath she ran a slight bit of mana through her horn. There was no interference, no feedback, no barrier or obstruction of any kind. She let out a small sigh as she felt her muscles relax. She looked up at Gregor’s looming form, she knew her test had to have caused at least a faint glow around her horn that he could not have missed, yet he said nothing.

Smiling to herself she cut off the flow of mana. Holding off on using magic would be easy enough; she rarely used it without express permission from her master or mistress anyway even without that being an explicit part of the scene.

“There we go, all nice and trussed up and no chance for any little magic tricks.” A single talon traced oh so lightly across part of the grooved spiral of her horn, seeming to know exactly where to touch, and how firmly, to send shivers of pleasure down her neck.

“Looks like you’re ready for Berry to have her fun teaching you to accept you new life as my fuck toy.” He gave her horn a quick flick on the tip that made her wince from the unexpected shock. “This is going to be quite the show.”

He grabbed her under the chin, claws dimpling her cheeks as he lifted her up as far as the binding would allow. His free claw darted out to twist part of the bridle, flipping a pair of blinders into place to cut off her peripheral vision. “I’m sure I’ll be quite ready to put my newest pleasure-slave to work by the time she’s done.”

Letting out an evil chuckle he turned and walked towards a cushion sitting in the corner, directly in front of where her head was pointed. The blinders and reins kept her field of vision narrowed down and steady so she could only look over at him. She watched him go, trying to remind herself that comment was supposed to worry her, be a threat of humiliation and debasement to come, not excite h-”AAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

She screamed out in a mixture of surprise and pain as several sharp, stinging blows slapped rapidly against her marehood with a wet sounding ‘smack’. A second blow from the flogger quickly followed, getting only a grunt of mixed pain and pleasure from the bound unicorn this time. She braced herself for a third strike, only for a low, muted gasp to escape through her clenched teeth as instead of slapping across her sensitive folds, the head of the flogger was pushed hard against them, rubbing roughly along her damp slit.

“Look at this, already so wet. You really are a complete slut, even if you won’t admit it yet.” Berry’s voice was harder than before, deeper, and yet still had a quality Luna could only describe as ‘playful’ to it. “Why not save yourself the pain and embarrassment and just admit it right now? You are nothing but a worthless little whore that needs to be used.” She whipped her tool up between her slave’s legs, the damp throngs slapping lightly against Luna’s teats.

The bound mare shook her head, resisting the urge to bite her lip again to hold back her moans. “N-Never. D-Do what you wish… I shall not yield!”

“We’ll see…” The sound of latex clad hooves started to come closer, warning Luna that her tormentor was moving towards her head. “All of our slaves say that at first, they all break eventually.” Berry stopped just on the edge of the slave’s limited vision, making a motion Luna thought was a shrug. “Well, in one way or another. Either their will breaks and they admit they are nothing but slutty little fuck-slaves, or their mind breaks and they become nothing but fun little toys.”

Berry stepped closer, tossing one foreleg over Luna’s neck and giving her a light squeeze. “I do hope it’s that first one with you. It’ll be so much more fun to have you beg for a nice, hard rutting like I know you want to.”

Before Luna could reply, the damp flogger was pushed against her nose, filling her nostrils with her own potent scent as Berry wiped the mare cum off onto the bound mare’s muzzle. “See? Don’t try to deny it, your fuck-hole’s already dripping at the thought that nice, thick, hard griffon cock pounding it over and over.”

She tried her best to pull her head away, but the reins held her too tightly. Every breath was filled with the overpowering odor of her own arousal. She let out a loud whiny as she fought against her bonds. “Neigh! We… We shall not surrender… so easily thou vile wench! Do thine worst!”

“Ohhhhh, was that a request? Is the slave a little masochist as well as a slut?” Berry pulled the flogger away as she stepped directly in front of her slave. “Either way, I’m going to. Except, I prefer to hear my bitches moaning and screaming for more. Yelling in pain, begging to stop…” She shook her head and tucked the flog into a holster on her outfit. “Just kind of kills the mood for me, sooooooo,” reaching behind her she pulled a ball gag off a hook at her side. “Let’s take care of that. Be a good little slave and test your bell for your mistress.”

A single, silvery chime filled the dungeon as Luna compiled nearly without a thought to the order. Berry giggled as she hooked one end of the gag to Luna’s bridle. “See, you can learn to be a good slave.” Luna offered no resistance as the gag was stretched across her lips, allowing the thick, rubbery ball to be slid into her mouth and secured tightly on the other side.

Once finished, Berry leaned down and gave the slave a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, her tongue darting out to give the mare-cum dampened fur a quick lick. “There we go, all set. Now, try to enjoy yourself. I know I’m going to.” With a wide grin the mare stood up and trotted around behind the bound, helpless slave.

Luna kept her breathing steady,even as each deep breath was filled with the musky scent of the fluids staining her muzzle. She forced herself to stay relaxed, to avoid tensing as she waited for the next blow.

SMACK

“Mmmmmmrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!” The strike landed firmly on her rump, a second blow quickly following across the other side. Berry started going to work, the strikes coming quickly, working across her rump, flanks, and hips equally, making the occasional change to send a stinging jolt across her marehood or teats. Each sharp sensation making her cry out, thankful that the gag muffled them enough that it would be impossible to tell if it was from pain or pleasure.

Over and over the slave mistress whipped her newest prize, showing her the price of disobedience while the defiant mare trembled under her lash. A dark puddle began to spread between the bound hooves from the dripping cunt, proof of just how much the slave was enjoying this, no matter what she said.

The sharp, sudden flares of exquisite pain slowly began to dull for Luna. Part of her, deep in her mind, analyzed the red mare’s technique, finding her to be competent, if almost certainly lacking any major guild training. Luna could feel the slight jerk of a blow being pulled at the last moment as the strikes connected, hitting just hard enough to hurt without risking any longer term damage, and the strikes were all aimed at the proper, safe areas of her body.

But at the same time, she was making some amateur mistakes. Even though she varied where the lashes hit with each strike, she kept up a steady rhythm to them, never varying enough to keep the slave guessing when the next one would strike. Plus she aimed for the same few areas, the blows landing close enough together that the spots were starting to simply go numb from the repeated blows.

Yet the treatment was still effective in making Luna moan and scream into the gag, being so helpless, being punished for her failings, given what she deserved for her actions… She bit down hard on the gag as she focused on the griffon laying across from her. Gregor looked on with an expression the mare couldn’t quite read through his mask. The slightest hint of a smile on his beak while his eyes stayed locked on the grunting, shuddering slave being worked over.

It took her several seconds to realize the flogging had stopped, the pain already starting to fade to a dull ache. Luna barely had time to wonder what was going on behind her before she felt the rounded handle of the flogger being pressed against her slit. Berry slid it across her damp folds, slowly, teasingly.

“Just look at how eager this cunt is to be used.” Luna shuddered, moaning into the gag again as she felt the other mare’s warm breath blowing over her marehood. “You want more, don’t you whore? You want me to slam this deep into your slutty cunt, don't you? You don’t care, you just want to be filled.” The hard tool prodding her opening pressed just a bit harder, still not quite enough to penetrate, but hovering just on the verge of it.

The bound mare struggled at her bindings, shaking her head as much as they would allow. For all she wanted to admit it, for all she wanted to be used, filled, for all she knew Berry was right, a dull spark of heat was growing in her chest. She was not going to give in this easily. If her newest mistress wanted to break her, she would have to work for it. Her eyes met Gregor’s and the griffon’s grin spread even wider as he saw the growing determination in her gaze.

Even so, there was no hiding her bodies reaction as she felt her marehood start winking. On the second one Berry’s lips squeezed tight around her clit, giving it a hard tug as her tongue started to roughly lick and prod the sensitive nub. Luna bit down harder on the gag, trying to stifle the moans even as her legs all shuddered in pleasure.

She thought she could hear a muffled chuckle as Berry pulled back, tugging her clit hard before letting it go suddenly, the hilt of the flogger withdrawing at the same time. She moved back around her current project, making sure she was just in Luna’s view as she started to slowly, sensually lick the flogger’s hilt.

Her tongue traced along it’s curves, collecting the dampness clinging to it, winding a path lower, then tracing back up. Her eyes were locked on her slave’s the whole time, even as she slid the hilt between her lips, working it back and forth several times before pulling it out with a loud ‘pop’. That done, she hooked it back into place at her side as she reached a hoof out to stroke Luna’s cheek. “Now then, that’s all over for now. I am sorry about having to do that, but you needed to learn a lesson. Things will go much easier for you here once you accept what you are and stop forcing us to punish you by being such a naughty little cock-sleeve.” She tapped the slave’s cheek gently, her tone had become softer, almost motherly sounding as she chided the mare she was trying to break.

“We want our slaves to enjoy themselves, to accept they are nothing but sluts whose only worth is milking cock’s dry. It’ll be so much easier once you realize what you are. So, are you going to be a good little slut now and beg for your master to rut you senseless?”

Luna turned as much as she could in her restraints, the small ember of determination growing stronger as a grin stretched as far across her muzzle as the gag would allow, even as her eyes grew harder, glaring at the mare trying to break her, giving her all the answer she needed.

For her part, Berry was unable to hide the gleam in her eye as she saw her answer, a quick flash of foal-like glee passing across her features. “Oh, oh oh oh! I really like this one!” She turned to look at Gregor. “Okay, we definitely need to invite her up with us next time we fuck, I think she might actually be able to keep up!”

Gregor rolled his eyes and sighed, but also let out a small chuckle. “We’ll see, let’s just focus on tonight for now, we want to give the work crews time to finish the repairs from last time anyway.”

“Fine. I’m having too much fun with her here to switch to that anyway.” She turned back to the bound mare, who by now was shaking her head in perplexity at the sudden shift in attitudes. “Seriously, do you know how hard it is to find ponies that can keep up with us when we go at it?”

“Berry…” Gregor’s voice carried more than a hint of exasperation in it.

“Alright, alright, was just saying.” She shook her head and looked back down at her slave. “Enjoying yourself so far?” Her question got a small nod in response. “Good, I know you’re going to enjoy this next part.” The mare took a step back, her posture stiffening and her expression hardening slightly as she got back into character. “As I was saying, you just need to admit what you really need, all you want, is the pleasure of being a fuck-toy. To realize we are going to control everything about you from now on, so you might as well enjoy it.”

She trotted off, leaving Berry staring at Gregor. The griffon gave her a reassuring smile before sitting up, exposing his still rigid cock underneath him, the pointed tip slick with pre. If it wasn’t for the gag, Luna was sure she’d be licking her lips; that thought making her realize just how damp they felt, she’d been drooling and hadn’t even noticed it.

A low, metallic squeaking make her twist her ears back. From the sound and location, she guessed Berry was pulling out one of the machines that had been along the back wall. The mare gave a grunt of effort as the squealing grew louder. “When they’re done putting your room back together, we really need to get these things serviced. At least get some oil on the wheels or something.” Another soft grunt and Luna felt something large slide between her hind legs. It felt almost like a padded bench, though rounded on top. As more and more slid under her she felt it rise up, starting to brush along her lower end.

Her eyes widened as she realized what was coming. The ‘bench’ was pushed the last few hooves into place, she felt the soft padding give way to a rubbery indent that seemed to be molded to perfectly hold her teats. While behind her a long, slender arm rose up, pressed tight against and covering her marehood.

A shadow moved just on the edge of her limited vision. She rolled her eyes, trying to see what her captor was doing but unable to see anything past the blinder. A hoof wrapped around her neck, gently stroking down the far side as she felt warm breath wash over her ear. “You know what’s cumming now, don’t you little slut?” Berry cooed in a low, sultry whisper.

“Don’t worry, I’m not one of those teasing cockblockers that is going to leave you all pent up.” The mare nuzzled the top of Luna’s mane before giving her ear a soft nibble. “I love making ponies feel good. I just want you to admit how good being a slutty little fuck toy makes you feel.”

There was a faint tapping sound and then a low, steady hum filled the room. The machine sparked to life. The soft indents cupping her teats squeezed tighter, a steady suction force tugging them downwards. Berry continued to whisper in her ear the whole time. “And so, I’m going to make you cum like the little slut we all know you are.”

The arm resting against her marehood began to vibrate. Soft, faint, just barely enough for Luna to feel, but enough to make her have to force down a moan. “Don’t hold back little whore, we all know what you really are, just accept it and we can have soooo much more fun together.”

Luna tried to turn her head to see her tormentor till Berry’s hooves grabbed her chin and forced the bound mare to look straight ahead. Gregor had leaned further back and spread his legs, his cock standing tall in front of him on full display. “You want that, don’t you? Want that nice, hard cock plunging into your damp little fuck-holes. Being his little bitch, nothing but a griffon cum-dump. Don’t deny it.” The vibrations along her nethers increased, causing Luna to bite down on her gag.

“I can feel you shuddering slut.” A tail brushed lightly along Luna’s haunches. “You can fight it, but it won’t change what you are, what you’ll be. Just look at that tall, thick dick. It felt so good inside of you, didn’t it? I know, I know how good it feels to have it dig into your needy cunt, lock itself in place as wave after wave of hot predator cum floods your womb”

Luna whimpered, her hind legs trembling as the machine started to suck harder on her teats, releasing them for a moment only to pull down again hard in a steady rhythm. Her eyes fixed on the twitching, throbbing shaft in front of her. It had felt so good, so amazing, oh how she longed to be taken that way again.

“That’s it, give in. That cock is going to be rutting you every day from now on. You can either fight it, try to deny you want it. Or accept how much you love being a little cock-sock.” The wand increased it’s vibrations again, the surface starting to ripple up and down along her already soaked lips. Luna’s whole body clenched, after all this build up, after the anticipation, oh she wanted it so much, needed release. This felt so good, so right, why fight it?

Gregor let a claw slide down to his cock, the edge of his talon stroking up along the tapered shaft slowly as it throbbed. A small bead of pre leaked from the tip, glistening in the dungeon lights as it rolled down the luscious griffon-flesh.

Luna couldn’t hold back her moan this time, this was too much, to perfect, felt too good. “Yes, that’s it, cum, look at you master’s cock and cum for it. Just think of it ramming deep into your needy cunt, filling you over and over with hot cum. Licking your whore-juice off of it, cleaning it up before he tosses you back in the pen. Leaves you to be rutted over and over by the whole crew.”

Yes! Yes! By Epona yes!Luna’s eyes rolled up in their orbits as she gave in, let the waiting orgasm crash over her. Only a small, barely noticed spark of defiance kept her from screaming out the words into her gag, but it was unable to stop her long, shuddering moans.

Anything Berry said was lost on the slave as she let waves of pleasure wash over her, the heavy chains rattling and shaking in staccato bursts. Images of being led out to a public square and tied down, left for a faceless herd of stallions to use flashing through her mind as she ground her marehood onto the still vibrating toy.

When her climax started to die down and her senses return Luna found that she had sunk to her knees on her forelegs, her rear being held up by the machine still between them, though dormant for now. Gregor was grinning at her, a wide, predatory smile that made her breath catch in her throat.

She was given only a few more seconds to recover before Berry stepped in front of her, a broad, enthusiastic grin on her muzzle as she leaned down to nuzzle the sweat streaked mare under her. “See, was that so hard?”

Luna glared up at the mare towering over her, the low ember of defiance swelling as she looked into Berry’s eyes. She wasn’t quite ready to stop this fun yet. She mumbled into her gag, trying to make the point that she couldn’t exactly answer questions like this.

Berry stroked a hoof down Luna’s cheek, stopping as she came to the edge of the bridle. A quick flick undid one of the bindings holding the gag in place and pulled it out of the bound mare’s mouth.

As soon as the rubbery ball popped free Luna flexed her jaw, getting the stiff, sore muscles loosened swiftly. Her capture gave her time to adjust and recover before reaching back down to ruffle her newest toy’s mane. “I said, ‘was that so hard?’.”

Getting her forelegs under herself, Luna shakily pushed herself halfway up, though the reins still tied to the floor kept her from fully rising. “Was what ‘so hard’?”

“Admitting how much you are going to enjoy being a good little sex-slave for us.” The hoof running through her mane slid down to gently tap Luna’s nose. “And don’t say you didn’t, we all saw how hard you just came thinking about it.”

Luna’s trembling legs steadied quickly as her breathing slowed back down to normal, the last few after effects of her wondrous climax getting fading. She felt a smirk spreading over her muzzle as her gaze turned defiant. “You proved nothing save an ability to subject mine body to what you wish to. ‘Twas naught but base biology being exploited!”

Her would be mistress blinked, the grin on her muzzle faltering for a moment before doubling in size, a massive smile breaking out across the mare’s face. One that Luna had less then a second to see before Berry lunged forward, wrapping Luna in a crushing embrace that drove the air out of her lungs.

Loosening her grip just enough for Luna to breathe again the mare turned back to the watching Griffon. “Oh I am SOOOO glad we are keeping her!” Her voice had lost any hint of sultriness, sounding more like an excited foal on Hearthswarming Eve then anything else. Berry pushed herself back enough to look the other mare in the eye. “Seriously, you are just so much fun!”

Luna simply stared into the wide, enthusiastic gaze, her lower jaw hanging slack as her mind scrambled to try and come up with an appropriate response to the mercurial mare. Before she could, a low, exasperated groan filled the dungeons.

Berry pulled back further in time for Luna to catch Gregor's claws pinching the top of his beak. “While I don’t disagree, could we please focus?”

The red mare stuck her tongue out at him before giving a highly exaggerated sigh. “Fiiiine.” She turned back to her latest playmate and rolled her eyes. “That’s code for he’s horny and wants us to hurry up so he can have his fun. Males, am I right?”

Luna nodded agreement for lack of any other idea on how to respond.

“See, so now, right, where were we? Oh, right!” In an instant the eager mare’s expression changed, so fast Luna was wondering if she had blinked without realizing it and missed something. The wide, excited grin was now a narrow smirk, her eyes half-lidded and sultry.

A hoof reached out to stroke down the slave’s cheek, ending with a light boop on the nose. “You were admitting I can do anything I want to that lovely body of yours.” Her voice was back to a low, husky half-whisper, dropping into nearly a purr by the end. “I’d much prefer an eager little fuck-toy begging to please me. But please me you will.”

Berry nuzzled Luna’s neck, working her way up towards her ears. “Watching you squirm and moan like a good little slut went and got me all kinds of excited. So now, “ Her tongue slid into Luna’s ear for a brief second, “you are going to be a good little slave and take care of that.”

“Do what you will, I can not stop you. But you are even more deluded than I thought if you think I shall aide your ‘relief’ in any way!” Oh she was so very good at this. It would be so easy to give in, to enjoy herself with this passionate mare. Yet knowing just how much she was enjoying the fight, the denial, it was enough to push Luna into keeping it up as long as she could.

“You say that like you have a choice little slut.” Stepping back, Berry gave the mare below her a half mocking, half-lustful glare. She quickly tapped a hoof against a control on a bracelet around her other foreleg, the dormant machine between Luna’s legs instantly coming back to life. Without waiting for a reaction, Berry spun around, her tail brushing over Luna’s face, carrying with it the heady, and overwhelming scent of a very excited mare.

Luna shuddered in her bindings, biting her lip again to hold back a moan. The machine had gone right back to full, her marehood and teats being teased and stimulated almost perfectly, the rush of mare-musk making her push back and grind against the wand for a moment before forcing herself to stop.

Her ears picked up drawers being opened along the storage wall as Berry rummaged through them. The bound slave let her eyes focus on the only thing left within her limited range of vision, her new master. He was sitting just as still as ever, though his gaze was focused towards the mare looking for a particular toy rather than on his slave, whose eyes dropped down to the thick cock still standing tall in full view under him, the barbs lining its surface already slightly raised, teasing her with the thought of how perfectly they’d scratch her needy itch.

Motion to her side made her tear her eyes away from the wondrous sight as Berry returned. She held something extremely long, rounded, and rather floppy looking in her mouth. It wasn’t until spotting the straps coming off the midpoint that Luna realized she was holding a double ended strap-on. Her breath caught in her throat in a low, suppressed moan at the thought of her ‘mistress’ putting that to use. Being mounted, taken so completely by another mare.

Though it left her wondering why bring it here? Why not move behind her? Or was her captor trying to use the anticipation and knowledge to help break her will? Taking the latex toy in her hoof, Berry smirked at her other toy. “Oh yeah, you’re going to be a good little fuck doll and make me cum all over that sexy face of yours.”

Luna’s eyes went wide at that, a small gasp making her jaw drop open as the meaning hit her. Before she could recover Berry darted forward, quickly shoving one end of the strap-on into her mouth. “I know you deep throated Wood like a good little cock-slut, so this should be no problem for you. Now be a good whore and take it all.”

She pushed the toy deeper, though despite the demanding tone and lustful expression, she was rather gentle about it. Going slow, stopping the moment she encounter any resistance ‘till Luna was able to adjust and help the thick pseudo-cock slide deeper down her throat. It earned the dominant mare a grateful look that was returned with a quick wink.

"There we go, that's it. See, your throat was made for taking cock." With a final push the first half of the toy was hilted into its new sheath. Berry quickly secured it in place to the slave's bridle. She stepped back, giving the sub a few moments to get used to the new arrangement.

Luna stretched her neck out, feeling the pliant shaft move with her. It limited her motions quite a bit, but not entirely. Rather surprisingly, it also failed to hamper her breathing nearly as much as one might expect. Ingeniously hidden channels ran along its length allowed air to flow through.

Her focus was jerked back to the mare standing in front of her as she untied the reins from their ring. Lifting the slave’s head up, Berry laid down in front of her, her hind legs stretching out to either side of Luna’s head as she moved her dripping, winking pussy into place. “There we go. Now be a good toy and make your owner cum nice and fast, this floor isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to lay on after all.”

With a firm pull on her reigns, Luna’s head was forced down until the free end of the cock wobbling in front of her muzzle was brought down to the waiting cunt. Hooking one leg behind the slave’s head, Berry forced her down further. The latex shaft easily parting her dripping folds as they took inch after inch; Luna’s face being driven ever closer to her mistress’ body.

“Ohhhh yeeeeeessss… that’s it. Such a good little fuck-toy.” Berry bucked her hips, impaling herself on the last of the cock, her damp flesh slapping against Luna’s muzzle, filling the helpless mare’s every breath with the musky scent of her arousal. She held herself there, grinding against her slave’s face as tiny shivers of pleasure ran up her body. “Doesn’t this feel good slut? Being just a mindless little toy? Nothing but a worthless tool to bring your masters pleasure?”

It did, it felt so good. The machine between her legs, the indignity and disgrace of being used like this. Treated as nothing, free of any worry but pleasing whatever creature wished to use her. Only the small, faint knowledge that her partner wanted her to try and resist held her back from throwing herself into this, from giving up fully any hint of being anything but a worthless, needy slut.

Berry's free hoof moved under the unicorn’s chin, pushing her head back, forcing the cock back out, only to pull her down again with the reins. She quickly got into a steady, powerful rhythm, never jerking or yanking on her slave’s head, every motion deliberate and steady, but insistent and unable to be denied.

Luna closed her eyes and let it happen, giving just the barest token resistance to Berry’s efforts.. Another orgasm quickly overtook her, a pale shadow of her previous climax, but more than enough to lose herself in the glorious waves of pleasure wracking her body. To lose herself to everything but the machine never stopping, never faltering, pushing her on and on. Her face splattered by the freely flowing mare-cum of her mistress as she started to hammer her hips along the shaft in time with her slave’s motions.

She was snapped out of her blissful euphoria by Berry pulling her head down hard, slamming her muzzle into the gushing marehood a moment before a loud, whinnying cry echoed through the cell. Her hips humped furiously against the cock buried inside of her and the muzzle being ground against her pussy as she came hard; juices leaking and spraying all across Luna’s muzzle and face, puddling on the floor under them.

She was held there till with a long sigh Berry’s body relaxed. Her grip on the reins went slack and she languidly pushed the slave’s head back till the now glistening length of latex-cock slid out of her. Her forelegs flailed about in the air a bit before she managed to bring them together and slap a control on her bracelet, the machine between Luna’s legs falling dormant again. Rolling over, Berry got her hooves under her and stood up, turning to beam at the drenched unicorn.

“Ohhh, that was sooo good.” She reached down and undid the clasps holding the toy in place, slowly and carefully pulling it out before setting it aside. “So… ready to accept what you are? Or do I need to teach you another lesson about lying to your mistress?” Berry’s hoof moved to rest lightly on the flogger still hanging at her side.

Luna looked up at her, debate raging in her head. She couldn’t deny how much she wanted to say yes, how right this felt, how eager she was for more. But, she didn’t want to disappoint her mistress either. Berry clearly enjoyed her fighting back, and being defiant and getting punished and ‘taught’ for it was so good too.

“I think you’ve had your fun.” Talons rested on Berry’s shoulder, gently pulling her back as Gregor stepped around to stand in front of the bound mare on the ground. From her position, Luna’s gaze was right in line to see the thick, tapered cock twitching under him, pre freely dripping from the pointed tip. She stared at the glorious cock, having to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

A claw reached down to cup the staring slave’s chin, forcing her to look up at the griffon staring down at her. “It’s my turn to have a go at breaking our newest slut.”

Author's Note

Welcome to another entry into the long delayed CTS Luna Saga. There is lots of kinky fun in store for our favorite totally not a Princess in disguise as she learns what life is like as a Slave in the Borderlands yet to come.

Thank you again to everyone who helped out in finally getting this out and pushing me to get writing again, and to everyone giving this work a shot, always eager to hear what you think.