Lunar Enthrallment

Luna stared up at the griffon towering over her. His claws dug into her cheeks, small little points of discomfort just barely dimpling her skin. His iron grip and the blinders still hovering at the edge of her vision forced her gaze directly onto his face as he stared down at her.

The red and orange mask hid most of his expression, save the self-assured grin on his beak and his eyes. Deep, green pools that bore down on the restrained slave in front of him. They were the eyes of a being who was in total control and knew it. His look alone made clear to the panting, quivering mare she was nothing but a slave to him, that he could do whatever he wished with her.

And yet, there was a softness to them as well, a slight hint that while she was nothing more than his possession, he was one who treasured his possessions, cared for them, did not wish to see them needlessly harmed.

The disguised alicorn stared up into those eyes, into the promise they held. A life without the need for worry, for fear, for regret. Never needing to think beyond how she could bring her master pleasure, never being expected to do more than be a good little slut. All she had to do was give in, accept it, admit the truth, admit that was what she wanted.

She tried to speak, to beg him to take her, to make her his personal cock-milker, to plead for him to give her that freedom, but her tongue was too dry to move, and the talons digging into her cheek made it hard to move her jaw.

“Sweet! Just let me get the fuck-machine out from under her and you can rut the little slut till she screams for more!” The exuberant sound of Berry’s voice broke the spell, snapping Luna out of her daze as Gregor’s eyes flicked to the other mare. Luna felt her ears flatten back against her head as a rush of irritation flashed through her, one she quickly forced away as she tried to concentrate on what was soon to come.

Gregor looked between the two ponies before shaking his head. “No, I think not.” Luna felt her heart sink, only the dryness of her throat preventing a small whimper from escaping. “Not here,” he turned his eyes back to his slave as her ears perked up at the words. “Let’s bring her upstairs first. Let everycreature see her get broken.”

His talons gently brushed through her mane as his smile bore down on her. “We don’t want her to try and deny finally admitting how much she craves being a good little fuck-toy after all.” She bared her teeth in what she hoped was a defiant looking sneer, trying to keep up the act a bit longer, if only for their sakes; Gregor’s grin widened a bit at the display.

“Besides, I have the feeling-” He was cut off by a loud, metallic whine as Berry started to pull the riding vibrator out from under Luna. He flashed her an exasperated look.

“Hey, I told you, get somepony down here to oil these things.”

“Quite.” A few more squeals rang out as the padded bench’s surface slid further and further out from under the slave, who staggered a bit as her legs were once more forced to support her full weight. “Now then, as I was saying, I have the feeling this little slut will enjoy putting on a good show. Won't you whore? Having everypony up there watching as you are fucked into a mindless, whimpering mess. I bet by the time I’m done you’ll even be begging for all of them to join in.”

Luna felt her head nodding in agreement before forcing it still. She kept her face looking downwards, not trusting her expression at this point. “D-Do.” She paused trying to get her mouth to work right. “Do your worst.”

“No… no no.” She felt him lean down till his beak was right next to her ear. “I’m going to be doing my very, very best to rut you till you scream for more.” It was only the force of her quickly weakening will that kept the slave from collapsing onto the floor. “Now then, let’s get her ready.”

The two worked quickly to unshackle her, replacing the restraints with a set of hobbling chains. Her dock was left tied in place, as were the bridle and blinders. A tug on her reins brought her to her full height once more. Gregor loomed close to her as he looked her over. She knew she must already look a mess, she could feel the sweat streaking across her body, the smell of it present even under the heady musk of her and Berry’s numerous orgasms.

“Before we head up there, “ His voice had changed, losing some of the harshness and the commanding tone. Luna looked up at him and blinked., “need anything? Small break, drink, trip to the little fillies room?”

She stared for a few seconds, her tired, pleasure addled brain struggling to change gears. Finally she shook her head then paused; she could almost hear Starsong admonishing her about taking proper care of herself, even in scene. “Some water would probably be a good idea.”

He nodded and reached behind her, assumedly to take something from Berry. He pulled his claw back holding a large, green topped bottle with a straw. He held it in front of her and let her drink her fill. The cool water eased the parched roughness in her throat and mouth and helped her to steady her legs a bit more. Once she was sucking little more than air she let the straw fall from her lips. “Thank you.”

He tossed the empty bottle aside and smiled at her. “Please, don’t mention it. I don’t want my newest prize to pass out midway through her introduction to the crew, now do I?”

“No, one would suppose not?” Her answer was a bit hesitant, she was unsure how exactly to act at the moment, in this odd midpoint between being in and out of character.

Berry brushed past her, rubbing far too firmly along Luna’s barrel to not have been intentional as she headed for the door. “So, we gonna go get her all good and fucked or what?” She pushed open the door and held it, looking back at the two.

“Yes, that does sound like a good idea.” Gregor’s voice started slipping more into what Luna was recognizing as his ‘in character’ tone as he took a firm hold on her reins. He gave them a hard pull, forcing the hobbled mare into motion towards the door, Gregor moving next to her once they were in the hallway.

“One more question before we get back to things,” he whispered to her, “Any particular aversions or issues I should be aware of regarding phaser branding?”

Luna stumbled, her chains rattling loudly as she struggled to stay upright. The thought raced through her mind, being branded, claimed, marked as his, to have the proof of his ownership indelibly scored into her body… She quickly shook her head. “Yes, I-I mean no. I mean…” She paused and took a deep breath. “Neigh, we have no compunctions about such an act.”

“Alright, any preference for phaser settings?”

She shook her head again, flashing him a quick look and adding a wink after a moment’s thought. “I believe the expression is ‘I can take whatever you can deliver’.”

The griffon chuckled and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now then,” he moved in front of her and gave her lead a hard pull, “let’s get a move on slut, there are a lot of cocks eagerly waiting for a fresh sheath up there.”

Luna was half sure she would have started galloping for the stairs if not for the chains. Instead, she hobbled along behind her new master, her eyes darting between the steadily approaching stairway and the large, swaying shaft just barely visible below him.

Once back up in the main area, Gregor led her to the center of the room. There seemed to be a few more ponies around then when she had first come in, and nearly all of them stopped to watch as she was led towards a rather conveniently placed pillory.

The restraint was every bit the model of Clocktower design. For all that it looked old, battered, and crude, it was also quite clearly solid, and likely far more comfortable than it had any right to be. Gregor gave her leads one last hard pull, making her stumble the final few steps towards it. He caught her with his talons wrapping around her neck, putting his beak close he growled at her. “Now then, you aren’t going to give us any issues while we get you strapped down, are you?”

She mutley shook her head, still overwhelmed at what was going on and unsure she’d be able to fight back even if she did want to. Another hard pull and she was roughly shoved into place. The main block had holes for her neck and forelegs, as well as a bench for her barrel to lay on, both providing her a place to rest and preventing her from trying to avoid being mounted through sitting down.

“All right everypony, listen up!” Berry yelled out, silencing the few remaining bits of talk among the group. “The boss here went and caught us quite the little prize!” While the mare talked, Gregor kept on working to secure said prize in place. The chains were removed from her legs, her front ones and neck roughly placed into the waiting semi-circles that would hold them tight.

“The little whore likes to put up a fight, but he’s about to fuck that fight right out of her, after which, it’ll be all your turns to ‘introduce’ yourselves to her and give her a good taste of what her life is going to be from now on.” The top half of the pillory was lowered into place, trapping her inside. The holes, as she suspected, were quite generously padded, as was the bench her belly rested on.

“Looks like the slut is almost ready. Once the boss has his fun, you all enjoy yourselves.” A quick flash of pain brought a startled yell to Luna’s lips as her marehood was struck with a flogger, the wet ‘thwack’ echoing through the large room. “As you can tell, her whorecunt is already nice and damp, just begging to be used, so don’t hold back. Let’s see how long till this one is a proper little fuck-slave.”

Her hind legs were forced apart and locked into place, leaving the mare completely bound and helpless as numerous ponies, raider and slave alike, looked on eagerly. The blinders and the large wooden wall of the pillory blocked nearly all of he vision, but she could feel their eyes on her, could tell they were looking her over, planning out how they would unleash their depraved lusts on her body; the idea made her shiver in anticipation.

All thought of what these ruthless stallions might do to her was cut off as she felt something moving onto her back; a large, warm form mounting her. Small, ecstatic points of pain dug into her shoulders as Gregor’s talons gripped her firmly. The firm, pointed tip of his cock prodded at her damp, aching folds, causing her to moan and try to push back, to force that glorious breeding spear into her depths.

The pain in her shoulders grew stronger. “Now now, it seems you really are eager for it, aren’t you my little whore.” The head of his shaft slid up and down her slit, teasing her, making her moan again. “Go on, just admit it. There’s no reason to hide. You want to be fucked, don’t you? Need to be a good little cock-sheath.”

Why fight it? Why hide? All the teasing, the torment below, the weeks of waiting. She threw her head back and let out a long, lusty moan. “Yeees, please, please yes! I need it! I want it! Fuck me master, use me, rut me, breed me, fill me!”

“Was that so hard to admit?” His voice had a mocking quality to it, but also a small hint of pride. “Now, since you’ve been a good whore and said please, I think you deserve a reward!” He slammed forward, his cock plowing deep into her, the long, thick, tapered shaft easily spreading her ready folds apart.

Luna let out a loud, wordless cry that slid into a long, hissing “Yeeeessssss!” It felt so right, so good, so proper to have a master mounting her, filling her, using her as his personal fuck toy once more. She could tell he’d been nearly as eager as her, his cock already rock hard and the spines starting to rise up and dig into her tender flesh.

He shifted his hips, making his shaft dig into the walls of her cunt even harder, drawing out another low, hissing moan. “See now how much better it is when you just admit what you are?”

The constant motion of the shaft buried inside her was ecstatic, yet only made her crave more, for him to start properly rutting her, to feel that heavy shaft pounding into her relentlessly. She nodded as hard as she could while in her bonds. “Yes, yes master.”

“And just what is it that you are?” She could almost hear him grinning as he spoke. He stopped grinding against her, shifting into a series of small, slow pulls in and out of her that did nothing to sate her desire.

“Whatever thou wishes! Thine whore, thine pet, thine slave!” She whimpered in frustration as he continued to tease her.

His talon brushed through the part of her mane on his side of the pillory, an almost gentle and yet still possessive motion as he started to speed up his thrusts. More and more of his shaft raking its way in and out of her quivering marehood. “Yes, my own little personal toy. Eager for her master to fuck any hole, any time he wants.”

The only reply was more, loud, panting gasps. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. And don’t worry, I know a little slut like you needs lots of attention, I won’t be keeping this prize all to myself.” He was hammering into her hard now, every thrust driving his cock in deep, only for his steadily growing spines to leave her a panting mess as they dug into her in the most painfully delightful way.

“You’re going to stay here till every single one of my crew’s had a chance to try out their newest fuck-toy. Won’t that be nice?”

She nodded, trying to gasp out how much she loved that idea. He was starting to slow down, his cock-spines already extended to the point of starting to truly dig in. Some small part of her mind still able to think about anything beyond the joy of being rutted wondered if his early teasing hadn’t been teasing, but him just taking his time. If watching Berry work her over had gotten him that turned on. The thought just made her moan all the harder.

He slammed deep into her as hard as he could, rocking her against her bindings. His cock was now locked in, the barbs fully extended and preventing any hope of escaping from being filled, even if she wasn’t bound.

Dimly, she heard a small snap and the dull hum of arcane power arcing. He reached over the wooden plank holding her head and grabbed her mane, pulling on it just hard enough to be sure he had her attention. “Is that what you want little slut? To be mine, be used however I wish, to accept your place as my slave, free to be used by me and any I wish to allow?”

There was no thought to the reply, why should she think anymore, all she had to do was accept her place and please whoever wished it. What better life could there be? She nodded, ignoring the pain from her hair as she jerked it in his grip. “Yes! Yes! By Epona YES! Make me your slave!”

She felt him shift on top of her, and then her world went white with hot, wonderful pain. The feeling of something burning hot being pressed to her flank and searing into her. Branding! The word shot through her mind and everything else shut down as waves of intense pleasure wracked her body.

The newly marked slave thrashed against her bonds as she screamed wordlessly, lost to everything but the unending pleasure rolling through her being. Her marehood clenched down around her master’s cock, the tightening and writhing around him too much for him to bear any longer.

The first rush of warm, potent seed flooding deep into her womb pushed her orgasm even further. Wave after wave of virle griffon-cum was pumped into her quivering marehood, the cock spreading her wide throbbing with each powerful jet, the spines digging in deeper, just further marking her as his brood-whore.

Time lost any meaning to the slave as her master’s seed poured into her, as she served her only purpose in life,accepted her place from this point forward. By the time the tidal waves of pleasure had begun to ebb, Fading Crescent was left a panting, sweaty, limp mess. Only being held up by the pillory she was locked to.

She barely registered her master pulling out beyond a vague sense of sudden emptiness. A dull ache on both flanks let her know that at some point the other brand had been applied without her even noticing.

Shadows moving on the floor under her made her look up, a smile crossing her muzzle at the sight of her master standing beside her. His talons reached down and cupped her chin, sliding up to stroke along her face and down her neck. “Good girl. You are going to be such a good little slave.”

Fading beamed at the praise and nodded, her strength already returning. “Thank you master, I will try.”

“I know you will.” His talon pulled back out of reach. “Are you ready to meet the rest of the crew?”

She nodded. Of course she was, it was what she was here for. The wonderful bonds she was being held by would keep her in place and ready to be used no matter how tired she might be after all.

He smiled again. “Very well then.” He turned to the watching crowd. “You heard it, fresh meat is open for use! And don’t let me catch anycreature fighting over it! Flame, I believe Berry promised you first go.”

Fading let out a small whimper as Master turned and stalked away from her. She tried to keep her eyes on him despite her reduced field of vision. When he reached the ring of watchers he grabbed a collared thestral who was standing at the edge of the crowd and roughly shoved her under him. The bat-pony instantly went to work licking his cock clean, sending a pang of jealousy through his newest slave.

Now left alone, trapped, helpless, and at the non-existent mercy of a horde of ravenous slavers, her master’s seed dripping down her thighs and his brand on her flanks, Fading Crescent eagerly awaited the first of what promised to be many creatures eager to provide her with her only remaining purpose for existing. To be a vessel for their pleasure.