Fading’s gaze stayed on the bat-pony licking her mare-cum off their master’s cock till she felt hooves land roughly on her back as the first of her new masters mounted her.

“Well now, seems Berry and the boss didn’t waste time in breaking you in.” The voice was familia, the stallion who had been having fun with her mistress when her Master had introduced them. She shivered in anticipation as his cock slid between her legs. “But I’m guessing it wasn’t hard turning you into a willing little whore, you were probably a cumslut all along, just trying to hide it, weren’t you.”

His cock ground along her aching slit, sending flutters of anticipatory pleasure through her. “Yes! Yes master I was, I am. I’m nothing but a cock-hungry whore for you to please yourself with.”

He chuckled as one hoof roughly patted her neck. “Oh, I know you are. I usually prefer my sluts with a bit more fight to them, but you’ll do for now. A quick cum-dump fuck is fine now and then.”

Fading nodded in agreement as best she could, he was right after all, that was all she was, a cum-dump. She braced herself as he pulled back to line himself up, jumping a bit as instead of her damp marehood, she felt the broad head of his cock pressing to her as yet untouched hole. “I’m sure a slut like you doesn't mind if I enjoy a fresh hole.”

It wasn’t a question, but Fading gave him an answering moan, wiggling her rump against him. “No master, my body is your to use how you wish.”

“I know.” He grabbed the base of her tail and pulled hard, using the leverage to start forcing his shaft into her. It was slick, already coated in lube and slid easily into her ass. Fading groaned and shuddered as her hole was forced open around his cock, accepting every inch into her depths eagerly, if slightly uncomfortably.

With a grunt he slammed himself in to the hilt. Leaning over the pillory, he whispered harshly into her ear. “Don’t expect me to take my time, whore.” She shook her head, of course not, she expected nothing but being used however her masters wished. “Good. Now be a good slut and make me cum.”

Pulling back he started to rut her, hard, fast, heavy thrusts that rocked her body in her bonds. One hoof pushing down on her back and one around her tail, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. Fading moaned, cried out, tried her best to let her newest master know she was grateful for being used, filled, fucked.

He stayed true to his word, it wasn’t long before she felt his thrusts slow down, his cock flaring out as he neared his limit. Both hooves grabbed the edge of her pillory, making the wood creak and groan as he pounded her like the worthless cock-sheath she was; scattered mutters reaching her. “Good…. Close… do it...fucking… gonna…. That’s it.”

Without warning he slammed into her as hard as he could, eliciting a surprised yelp from Fading that quickly shifted to a satisfied moan as waves of thick heat began flooding her ass. Blast after blast of thick cum being pumped deep into her as Flame rocked and thrust, milking as much out of his cock as he could and into the freshly minted slave.

Fading felt him shift as he leaned his head over the wooden beam to hiss into her ear. “Not bad whore, good enough for a quick fuck anyway. Pity you’re already broken though.” He let out a small, evil sounding chuckle. “Maybe some other time I’ll take you out into the ruins and get a real chase out of you.” With that he pulled out of her ass and left, leaving her feeling empty despite the two loads of cum still filling her.

Before she could get too forlorn at no longer being used for her masters’ pleasure like she should be, one of the stallions that had been standing around broke from the group and headed directly towards her. A light brown stallion with what looked like quite a robust coat. She smiled at him as he approached, eager to welcome her newest master.

As he got ready her eyes were drawn to movement in the gap he’d left. She saw her Mistress Berry sharing the joy of serving her with a jet black pegasus stallion in a slave collar, who was being held in a suspension rig as the Mistress had her way with him. She smiled at how generous her Mistress was with her slaves, any further thoughts on it cut off as the stallion in front of her reared back, put his hooves on her pillory, and slid his twitching cock in front of her face.

She stared at the majestic pillar of flesh and licked her lips, eager to taste its mottled length but waiting till her master told her what he wished for her to do. Finally he cleared his throat and shifted his hips, making the delectable treat bob and sway tauntingly in front of her. “Well? Are you going to get to work?”

Fading flinched at the rebuke. “Of course master, but this slave did not wish to overstep her bounds. Please, tell this slave how she might serve thee.” She leaned in closer, her nose filling with his heady musk as she awaited her commands.

The stallion chuckled, the pleased sound putting Fading slightly at ease. “I see, Gregor completely fucked your brains out did he?” He slapped his cock on her cheeks a few times. “Still, well behaved slaves are always a good thing. So, do you want my cock down your throat slave?”

“If that is what you wish, master. This slave exists only to be used for your pleasure, however thou desires. Please, fill this slave’s throat with your cock if that is how you wish to use mine body.” Fading let her mouth stay open, anticipating the glorious sensation of what was to come.

“Oh really, just a good little fuck-toy? No, you want this just as much. Go on, show me how much you want my cock. Earn the right to have your throat fucked.”

The bound mare pushed herself as far forward as her bindings would allow. She nuzzled the warm shaft standing in front of her, moaning in delight at the touch of it. She rubbed herself along every inch she could reach, feeling it, embracing it, every curve, every vein, every spot of differing color.

She pulled back and gently kissed the broad head, tracing along the glistening line of pre that had begun to roll down it. She heard her master gasp, his cock twitching harder at every touch. “Good, good slave… now tongue, use your tongue!”

At once she moved to obey, licking up the latest bead of pre before tracing a slow, seductive spiral around the flat head. At the rim, she teased her tongue around the sensitive flare, dipping down to the shaft occasionally before coming back up, never letting her master’s cock go more then a fraction of a second without her touch.

“Celestia’s tits! That’s a good little eager slave. I think you’ve earned a reward already.” He pulled back, one hoof reaching down to steady his shaft. “Alright, open wide.” Fading obeyed, spreading her lips as wide as she could, tongue hanging out, ready to welcome her reward. Her master nodded, took a second to aim himself, and slid forward.

Fading let out a long, low, sighing moan as her mouth was filled, letting her breath wash over the length as it sunk deeper and deeper. Her tongue lovingly tended to the delicious flesh as more and more was fed into her mouth. Her master didn’t pause at all as the head of his cock passed into her throat.

“Having fun Iron?” A deep, rumbling voice spoke up from behind her. Fading whimpered as her master paused for a moment.

“A bit, Jack. The Boss really found us a prize this time. Take it you’d like to join in?” The slave felt her tail twitching in it’s bindings, trying to eagerly wag back and forth at the idea of having more masters using her at once.

“If you don’t mind.” The deep voice was closer, coming more from above her. She could feel something large and warm settling on top of her, the stallion, Jack she assumed, barely needing to rear back to mount her.

Iron started to pull back out of her throat, Fading accepting the loss of her delicious treat without complaint, it was not her place to second guess what her masters did with her. “And I doubt she’d mind much, do you slave?”

The question came just as her mouth was freed, she quickly shook her head. “This slave exists to be used for its masters’ pleasure.”

Iron’s hoof stroked gently down her cheek. “A good answer, but we all know the truth, you aren’t just some little fuck-toy, you want it bad, you enjoy being rutted like a slut.”

Fading whimpered, then gasped as she felt something large and solid slide between her legs. “Heh, going by how hard her cunt is already dripping over my cock, I’d say that’s about right,” Jack’s deep voice came from above her, “Isn’t it whore?”

They were right, master was always right, but even more so this time. She needed it, she needed to be used, filled, given some purpose, some worth. But her needs mattered not compared to those of her master. “This-this slave will serve you however you wish, do not worry about its pleasure.”

A large hoof stroked the side of her neck comfortingly. “It’s alright, you can admit it” Jack rumbled behind her.

She bit her lip for a monet before letting out a moan, ths was clearly what they wanted to hear anyway.. “Then, aye! This slave wishes to be used, filled! This slave wants for naught but to be rutted, fucked, used endlessly!” Both stallions chuckled appreciatively as she spoke. “Please masters, please use me, fill me! Let this slave receive a gift of your seed!”

“Well, I was going to try and make you beg for it, but I think you’ve done a good enough job of that already.” The shaft pressing against her stomach drew back, sliding up and into place against her aching folds. “So, ready to get your cunt spread around my cock, slut?”

She whimpered and moaned in reply, doing her best to push back against the shaft prodding her.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Hooves gripped her sides, holding her gently but firmly as the thick shaft started to drive its way into her well slicked depths. Fading didn’t bother to hide or muffle the deep moan that echoed from her throat as pleasure shot through her body.

Iron kept gently running a hoof down her cheek and muzzle, smiling down at her while keeping his cock dangling so close to her mouth she could smell it. “There we go, such a good little slave. Now, open wi-!” He was cut off as Fading lunged forward as far as the wooden bonds would let her, her mouth opened wide as her tongue eagerly attacked the treat that had been taunting her.

The hoof that had been comforting her grabbed her mane and pulled hard, holding her head in place as Iron bucked forward, spearing his cock down her throat without warning. “Fine, if you are so eager for it.”

Fading moaned in bliss, filled from both ends, rutted like a wanton slut in full view of all, two wonderful masters putting her to work, it was exquisite.

Spitted between the two cocks, the slave did her best to please both. There was little she could do in her bonds for the large stallion pounding her aching cunt, but she did her best to squeeze down around him as much as possible. For the glorious shaft fucking her throat, she eagerly acepted every thrust, her throat relaxed and easily accepting his cock while her tongue lavished it with attention as it slid in and out.

“Fuck this slut is tight, her cunt’s trying to milk my cock all on its own.” After the first few hard thrusts Jack had slowed down, setting a steady, even rhythm of heavy, body rocking thrusts. The slapping of his hips and the scratching of his hooves on the concrete sounding out throughout the room.

“Well, the boss knows how to pick them, ohhhh fuck!” Jack’s thrusting was growing erratic, he held himself down for longer each time, though never so long as to make her even begin to struggle for air. His balls slapped on her chin; her tongue darting out to give them a lick occasionally.

“Damn… alright… slave ready for… your reward cumslut?” Fading eagerly nodded as much as she could around his shaft, her tail wiggling in its bindings. This was her prize, this was all she had to desire, the just reward of being a good slave, knowing she’d earned it by pleasing her master.

She closed her eyes as Iron flared out, his cock stretching her throat out even further. He let out a low moan as she felt his body tense. His cock throbbed inside her as the first heavy rush of potent seed poured down her throat. She eagerly swallowed, gulping down the gift while milking as much of it as possible from her master.

She kept up her work even as she felt him pull back, her mouth staying open wide and her tongue hanging out to catch a few shots of the delicious reward. She was confused why he was pulling out before she’d fully drained every last drop like a good slave should, but her answer came in moments as she felt something warm and sticky spray across her face.

Moaning in pleasure she accepted this unexpected gift, he was marking her, making it clear to all she was naught but a cum-dump for them to use, defiling her as fully as he could, only the fact she was panting for breath kept her from crying out her thanks for this act.

As the last rope of cream started dripping down her cheek she opened her eyes, a strand of cum blocking part of her vision as it stuck to her eyelashes. She smiled up at the beaming stallion who was looking down at her. “Thank you for letting this slave serve you master, and for AHHHHH!” She was cut off as the stallion still behind her slammed in hard, having held off while Iron finished his turn.

Iron chuckled and patted her unmarked cheek fondly. “You can thank me more later, for now, you have more cocks to tend to. Full name is Cast Iron by the way, hopefully I’ll see you around here, we can have a bit more fun than.”

Fading nodded her reply and gave him another grateful smile as he turned to leave. Her attention was brought back to the other master she still had to tend to as he tapped a hoof on the back of her neck. “Just you and me now, ay slut?”

“Yes, master.” She pushed back against his thrusts as best she could. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, the flare bulging slightly. He was close, but pacing himself, trying to draw it out.

“And still an eager little whore. Really hope you’ll be sticking around a while.” He leaned down, putting more of his weight on her back. “Especially if you get put to work in the breeding stalls.”

Fading let out a moaning gasp at the thought

“Ah, you like that idea? Being our little broodslut? Might need to wait on the pens though, might just get knocked up tonight, you’ll be fucked enough.” His thrusts were short, quick, just enough to keep him close to the edge as he taunted the slave under him.

For her part, Fading could only let out a low, whimpering moan as the thought echoed around in her head. How much she’d like that, knowing she was not only nothing but a fuck-toy, but also a brood-sow to her masters.

“Sounds like ya like that idea. Well, guess I’ll do what I can to help ya out. Ready for another womb full of foal batter whore? Or should I just pull out and spray it over your slutty little ass?”

“NO! Please… please master! This slave exists to please you. Please, she wants to be a good breeding bitch!” Fading remembered where she was, what she was, a rush of shame tempering her lust. “If, if you want that is. This slave exists to please you, however you choose.”

“Heh, you are well trained.” His hoof grabbed the back of her mane and pulled hard as he bucked his hips down. “Well, since you’re such a good slut, I think I can give you that nice cunt full of spunk you want as a reward for being so good at milking my cock dry.”

Two more quick, heavy thrusts and she felt him flare fully out, spreading her marehood wide and blocking any backflow, ensuring every shot would flood deep into her waiting womb. Moments later she felt the rush of potent heat pouring into her. Fading closed her eyes, letting yet another orgasm wash away all sensation but the glorious feeling of being bred.

She came back to her senses to a feeling of dull, aching emptiness in her well used cunt and the drip of something thick and warm down her thighs. A shadow moved into her limited field of vision, a white stallion with a dark mane coming into focus as he leaned down and nuzzled her. “That was a good slave. Now take care, and hopefully I’ll see you around here some other time. Name’s Jack Fire by the way.”

“Slave-12141,” She gave him a slightly sheepish grin. “Oh, and um, Fading Crescent. Thank you for letting me be used for your pleasure Master Fire.”

He chuckled and winked at her as he headed off out of sight, leaving the slave alone to wait for the next master to have their turn. Her rear end ached, as did her jaw, she was streaked with sweat, doubted she’d be able to stay upright if not for the bonds holding her in that position, and she could not remember the last time she felt so good, so free.

She was snapped out of her reverie by a hoof daintily running across her withers and down her shoulder. “Well now, the old bird scored quite the catch this time.” An unfamiliar female voice spoke up from behind Fading. “Pity you’re already a broken little cum-slut, I really would have enjoyed taking a turn breaking you.”

Fading remained silent, not sure how to respond to her latest mistress. The hoof slid down her barrel, across her flanks, and gave her rump a quick squeeze. “Nicely toned, just firm enough to be active and fit, good for lots of hard fucking, and just soft enough to feel all the better to pound.” The tingling pressure of a unicorn’s magic gripped both sides of her rump, squeezing, kneading, and massaging it roughly.

Figuring she should give some kind of response, Fading finally broke her silence. “This slave is glad you approve of her, mistress. This slave exists for no reason then to be used for your pleasure.” She was rewarded by a small chuckle from the unseen mare, followed by a hoof tracing circles around her aching marehood.

“Oh, I know all you are is a little fuck-toy. But it’s good you know your place.” Mistress’ magic pulled her folds apart, causing a fresh rush of spent cum to drip down Fading’s thigh. “Hmmmm, such a messy little toy too. Tell me slave, did you enjoy being rutted like a worthless whore?”

Fading hesitated a few seconds before replying, “Yes, mistress.” She knew that her pleasure wasn’t the point, that she had no right to enjoy anything, only to be the source of others pleasure, and yet she couldn’t lie to her mistress either.

“Ohhhh, why’d you tense up just now slave? Worried I’ll punish you for enjoying being a cum-dump?”

“I… This slave thought that was a possiblity, mistress. Please, punish this slave however you wish for disrespecting you.” Fading bit her lip, waiting for her mistress’ reply, a small ember of excitement burning at the thought of being properly put in her place.

The magic let go of her rump. “Tch tch, now now little slut, you are just being honest.” Fading felt lips press to her her flank. She relaxed, starting to get an idea about what type of mistress she was currently in the hooves of.

She then leaped up against her bonds as the mare bit the spot she had just kissed. “Heh heh, that wasn’t a punishment, that was just because I wanted to. But that’s perfectly alright, isn’t it slave?”

“Yes, mistress! This slave’s body is yours to do with whatever you wish, however you wish!”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it.” Something rounded and hard pressed against Fading’s folds, the slight tingle giving her the impression it was a magical construct of some kind. The toy slid along her damp lips, going slow, teasing her. “But… what a filthy body it is, just look at all that cum leaking out of these holes. See?”

The construct moved away from her marehood, a few seconds later it hovered into view, a gold colored, long, thin, rounded dildo made of solidified magic, held in a sparkling glow at the base. The tip of it was coated in spent cum, some of it dripping slowly down the shaft as it hovered in place.

Fading nodded, her eyes locked on the magical toy; her lips parted slightly in anticipation of what she believed was next. “Yes, mistress.” She waited for a response, the smell of the mixed seed and marecum filling her nose as the dildo swayed in front of her muzzle. When no reply came for some time, Fading spoke up again. “Would mistress like for me to clean her toy?”

Mistress patted her gently on the side with a hoof. “Would you like that? To taste your own slutty whore-juices mixed with all the spent, drying cum your masters dumped into you?”

Fading licked her lips and nodded again. So far mistress had wanted her to be honest, so it seemed better to continue being so. “Yes, mistress. This slave would enjoy cleaning her own defilement. If that is your wish.”

“Getting bolder are we? I said it’s natural for you to enjoy being fucked like the slut you are. But now, actually asking for things just because you would like them?” Fading flinched and whimpered at the reprimand. “Pity we don’t have more time together right now, but I’ll just have to make do with what we’ve got.”

The toy moved up, bypassing Fading’s mouth and burying itself in her mane. Mistress rubbed it clean, leaving a matted mess of drying fluids behind that Fading could feel must look so perfectly degraded and whorish.

“Still, the least I could do is make sure you get cleaned up a bit before the next round of stallions have their turns. Jade! Come over here at once, I have a job for you!”

Hooves clopped rapidly on the stone floor. A shadow on the edge of her vision caused Fading to crane her neck as far as she could, catching sight of a collared thestral trotting past her from the crowd.

“How may this slave serve you Mistress Fable?” A voice Fading presumed was ‘Jade’ asked from behind the bound mare.

“Do you see this?” Fading felt the tip of the magical dildo slide along her filthy slit, magic gripping her folds and spreading them wide. The mare whimpered at being shown off so casually, being put on display for this unknown pony; a fresh rush of warm liquid seeped down her thighs. “This cum-dump went and got filled. Be a good little slave and clean it out.”

“At once, Mistress Fable!” The dildo and magic drew back, only to be replaced a moment later by a long, dextrous tongue that began to slowly lick along the cum-stained edges of Fading’s marehood. Jade lapped up the drying seed that had splattered around her mound, occasionally sliding along her rump or down her thigh. Never quite touching her needy cunt yet.

A shadow fell over her as her mistress leaned over the pillory to half whisper, half purr into her ear. “Don’t worry, she’ll get to giving your filthy little cock-holes a good cleaning soon enough. You’re eager for that, aren’t you whore?”

Fading nodded eagerly, her tail twitching in its bindings. “Yes, mistress!”

She felt Mistress Fable make a motion and Jade’s tongue slid up her thigh, stopping just at the edge of her marehood where it began to trace tiny little circles, taunting the bound mare. “Didn’t we just cover how little what you want matters? Do you think I’m having you cleaned out for you to enjoy yourself?”

“No, mistress!” Fading whined, her rear end squirming as she tried to coax the tongue just a little higher.

Another unseen but felt gesture and Jade’s tongue fully withdrew, leaving Fading to suppress a disappointing whimper. “Then why should you be looking forward to it being done? This isn’t for you to enjoy?”

What had she done wrong? She knew her mistress was toying with her, but Fading was so lost at just how to react to this line of questioning after having been lulled into a clearly false sense of security by Mistress Fable’s casual manner. Her rear hooves squirmed in their bindings as she tried to nervously tap them on the ground.

Not wanting to delay her reply, lest it only anger her mistress more, Fading went with what seemed the proper response for a slave like her. “This slave did not mean it that way my mistress. Please, punish her for her failing to speak clearly. This slave was not speaking of anticipating her own worthless pleasure.”

Mistress Fable leaned closer, more of her weight resting on her slave’s back. “Oh? Then what did you mean?”

“This slave was merely eager for it to happen, because it was what mine Mistress wished. This slave wished only to be able to fulfill those wishes.”

Mistress Fable let out a low, throaty purr as a hoof stroked Fading’s neck. “You really are such a well trained slave; I so need to have a few private sessions with you.” Fading silently beamed at the compliment. Another gesture and the tongue returned to lapping softly at her damp folds. “However, here’s a little secret. Would you like to hear it slave?”

Fading’s tail twitched as she shifted on the padded beams holding her up, trying to resist the urge to moan as the batpony’s dexterous tongue probed deeper into her marehood. “If… If Mistress wishes to speak.”

A breath of warm air blew across the bound mare’s ear before Mistress Fable whispered in a low, husky voice. “It’s perfectly alright to enjoy being used as a cock-milking cum-dump. Especially for you, do you know why little slave?” Fading bit her lip and shook her head slightly. “Because of what you are, and do you know what that is?”

She knew this had to be a trick question, but she also knew how she was supposed to answer something like this. She gnawed on her lower lip for a few seconds, debating how to respond before once more going with how she thought a proper slave should. “This slave is nothing, mistress. Merely a vessel to serve for others pleasure. She is worthless beyond how her masters and mistresses wish to use her.”

She felt Mistress Fable move off her back, her hooves sounding out on the concrete floor as she moved behind her newest toy. “True, very true, but there is something else you are, deep down, something making this filthy cunt of yours drip at the thought of being a little fuck slave for the rest of your life. I think we need to educate you on just what that is.”

There was the sharp crackle of a phaser activating, a low but intense pain ran through her hindquarters as it was traced along her rump. It was lower than the setting she’d been branded with, high enough to hurt, but low enough for her to focus and feel every motion as it was dragged over her rear, letting her mentally picture the letters being left behind, spread out across her rear for all to see.

S-L-U-T

Fading moaned as the word was burned onto her body. She heard low whispers, too soft to understand and quickly drowned out by her gasp as Jade’s tongue shoved its way even deeper into her marehood, lashing about hungrily as the batpony sought to clean out the last bits of seed she could reach.

The mare pulled back, leaving Fading feeling empty once more. Hooves clicked on stone as Jade moved to stand in front of the other slave. Her mouth was closed, but her lips drawn up in a wide smile. Mistress Fable draped herself over Fading’s back one more, her warm breath washing over the slut’s ear. “There we go, all clean and ready to be used again. And for being such a good little slut, you get a nice little present.”

At a signal from the Mistress, Jade move forward, one hoof held onto Fading’s cheek, gently holding her in place as the other mare leaned in for a kiss. Fading parted her lips on instinct and her mouth was flooded with a rush of tastes as the batpony slave pushed the mouthful of mixed cum she’d been saving into it.

Fading didn’t have long to savor the mixture of flavors before Jade’s tongue slid into her mouth and pulled back the mass, only to shove it back a moment later, her tongue seeking out Fading’s. The two tongues entwined, moving the mass of seed and marecum back and forth as they toyed with each other. Fading closed her eyes, losing herself in the kiss, barely noticing as the exchanged treat slid away down the two mares’ throats.

Jade pressed harder to the other slave for a moment then pulled back, giving Fading a lingering look as her hoof traced across her cum splattered cheek. “Nice to meet you Fading. Hopefully I’ll see you in the pens later.” After a quick glance at the watching mistress she gave the newest slave a quick kiss on the nose and walked off out of sight.

“Mmmm, she’s such a good little slave, isn’t she?” Mistress Fable half moaned, half whispered into Fading’s ear. The slave just nodded in agreement. A small glow just above her let her know the mistress was using her magic again and a moment later another magical dildo began sliding along her damp folds.

“I really do wish I’d had a chance to properly break you, but maybe next time.” The dildo slid up to her clit, pressing gently to it while vibrating ever so slightly. “And as much fun as this has been, there’s plenty of horny ponies waiting for a turn.”

Fading nodded again, her breath coming out in small, platinive moans as the toy teased at her, moving just enough to keep her excited, but not enough to even start bringing her near cumming.

“Do enjoy yourself, slut. I suppose I could reward you by letting you cum.” The toy plunged into her cunt, the vibrations growing faster and more powerful. “But, I’m sure a whore like you would rather cum around a real cock as it ruts you even more senseless.” The toy vanished, leaving Fading to whimper at the sudden end of the sensations.

Mistress Fable slid off her back. “Take care of yourself, and have fun, we’ll talk later about some more personal fun.” With one last gentle pat that ended with a hard grope to her rump, Mistress Fable trotted away, leaving the slave to wait for her next master or mistress.

Mistress had barely gotten lost in the crowd before Fading felt another pony taking their place on top of her. No, wait, not on top, but over top of her. Whoever this pony was they were huge, easily able to mount her bound form without rearing up in the slightest.

She could feel them shifting around, their weight pushing her back and forth as the… stallion definitely a stallion. Everything else was pushed from her mind as she felt the head of a thick, heavy cock sliding along her dripping folds, taking just long enough to line up properly before sinking into them in a single long, steady thrust.

Fading bit her lip, holding back her moans before remembering what Mistress Fable had said, this was what she was, a slut, a useless whore, nothing but a cock-milker, and she should show how much she enjoyed her master giving her purpose. She eagerly pushed back against the thrust and let out a long, low moan.

The stallion didn’t seem to notice, simply pulling back out and slamming into her hard enough to rock her up against her bonds. He set to rutting her, hard, even thrusts repeated over and over, almost mechanically. He didn’t care about her, she was nothing, just a hole to fuck, a toy, a worthless cum-rag to be filled and forgotten.

That thought made her whimpering moans grow faster, louder. It was true, that was what she was, all she was, all she needed to be. Fading closed her eyes, reveling in being used like a good mindless slut should be, letting her master do as he wished, pleased to simply serve as his cum-dump..

“Wow, you put up a good fight, but when you break, you break. Seriously, where did Gregor find you, and please tell me there are more.” The familiar voice made her eyes snap open, her limited vision filled with a grinning red face.

“M-Mistress B...ohhhhhhh...Berry?” She returned her Mistress’ smile for a moment before her mouth dropped open into another loud moan as the stallion rutting her slammed in harder then before, his rhythm getting faster. “The-thank you Mistress… for showing this slave what she tr-”

She was cut off by a hoof to her lips. “Shhhh, yes yes, you are a good little slave, but I don’t think Cobalt really cares to hear you babble about that and I have a much better use for that tongue of yours.” Taking her hoof away Mistress turned around and spread her legs, her deep red folds glistening, thick white liquid oozing out from between them. “I think you know what to AH! Do!” The last bit came out in a surprised gasp as Fading pushed her head as far through the pillory as she could and voraciously attacked the offered prize.

Her tongue darted deep into it, eagerly lapping up every trace of seed she could find, her mouth filling with the sweet, almost fruity taste of her Mistress’ precious marecum and the thick, musky taste of the stallion she’d been riding earlier.

The steady, relentless pounding coming from behind faded into the background as Fading sought to please her Mistress, gave all her focus on working her tongue as deep into her glorious passage as she could, finding every last drop of cum, probing every fold, every inch, determined to prove herself as worthy.

Mistress responded by pushing back, forcing her marehood tight against the slave’s muzzle, making her fight for each breath, filling every one of them with her intoxicating scent. Still Fading pushed herself, worked her tongue in and out of Mistress’ cunt, did everything she could to please her. The low, throaty moans she could hear all the encouragement she needed.

Without warning Mistress Berry pulled away, leaving Fading blinking dully as she tried to register what had happened, her tongue still stuck out. Before she could recover Berry whirled around and lunged forward, sliding the slave’s tongue into her mouth, her own wrapping around it and pulling it deeper into a tight, passionate kiss.

“Oh fuck that’s hot!” A deep, resonate voice said from somewhere above and behind her. She felt her master’s cock throb hard, the head flaring out, spreading her even wider and making sure every shot of his seed filled her waiting womb. With one last hard thrust he let out a growl, his legs gripping her barrel tight as he flooded the cum-dump with his load.

The slave’s whole body shook as wave after wave of potent seed poured into her, Mistress Berry only pulling her into the kiss even tighter, wrapping a hoof around the back of her head, ignoring trails of cum matting her mane as she pulled Fading into the embrace. Berry unwrapped her tongue from Fading’s and sent it probing into the slave’s mouth, reaching nearly down her throat as if tasting the muffled moans that came up from it.

By the time the ponies on either side pulled back, Fading Crescent was left a panting, sweaty mess. She sagged heavily against her bonds, her limbs twitching with a mix of excitement and exhaustion. She heard heavy hooffalls as the stallion, Cobalt she assumed, walked off. Berry stayed in front of her and lifted a hoof to run gently, almost tenderly down her cheek.

“I don’t think I need to ask if you’re enjoying yourself.” The mare chuckled and reached for something out of Fading’s field of vision.

She nodded, taking a few tries to work enough moisture into her mouth to reply. “No Mistress, you do not. This slave’s pleasure is of no importance, she exists only to be used for the pleasure of others.” A dim, small part of her mind flickered to life, making her consider for a moment that wasn’t what Mistress had meant somehow. “But, regardless, yes this slave is enjoying being of such use.”

Berry laughed and shook her head. “Wow, you really go all in. Still, we can’t have our toys getting all worn out on their first day.” A straw was pressed to Fading’s lips, the mare taking it and suckng on instinct. The first mouthful of cool, clear water was a shock and she greedily drained the bottle. A fresh rush of energy hitting her as the liquid poured down her throat.

“Feeling better?” Fading nodded. “Alright, like I said, you don’t have to go pushing yourself too hard, so, need a break, or are you good to keep going?”

Fading bowed her head and thought, she was sore, she could feel cum drying and caking along her face and rear, her throat and rear ached from use, but she felt so good nonetheless. She looked back up at her Mistress, giving her a grateful smile for being so kind, so caring, giving her purpose, showing her what she truly was, and yet still caring about something as worthless as a lowly cum-dump. “This slave can still be of use Mistress. Thank you.”

Berry looked her over and grinned. “Seriously, you are so joining me and Gregor once birdboy is done whining about his bruises again.” Berry bent down and kissed Fading’s nose, giving it a small lick as she pulled back. “Alright, you enjoy yourself.”

Fading lost track of time after that; servicing one master after another, her thoughts an endless parade of cocks. She accommodated them into her cunt, her ass, her throat; they flooded her with cum, the rest splashing onto her. Not even the expert craftsmareship of the pillory’s comfortable padding kept her from feeling rubbed raw in some spots from the constant pounding.

She was so lost in the pleasure it took her several minutes to realize she’d been left alone once the final stallion had had his turn. She blinked open her eyes, strings of dried jizz held one of them shut for a few moments and everything looked blurry through it, while a white streak blocked off part of the other one’s vision, but it was enough to see her Master walking towards her. She did her best to smile and lift her head to greet him, but barely managed to move it a few inches.

Behind him was another pony, one it took a few moments for her exhausted, orgasm numbed brain to recognize, Master Wood! But, he looked upset, not angry but more… sad? She forced her tired, aching legs to push her up off the bench and raised her rump as high as she could. Maybe she could help him feel better.

Gregor stopped in front of his newest slave, Wood standing a step behind and to the side. He looked her over, a wide grin on his beak. “Well, it seems the little slut has enjoyed her new role.”

Fading nodded her head slowly, her voice coming out as little more than a hoarse whisper. “Yes Master. Thank you for, “ She paused to cough, drops of spunk splattering on the ground in front of her, “for teaching this slave her place.Would you like to make use of her my Master? This slave…” She trailed off, her throat too worn out to continue.

The griffon ran a talon gently down her neck. “No, I think you’ve done enough for now. In fact, Clockface.”

The word made her pause, it meant something,something special, what… what did her Master want. Fading Crescent closed her eyes, focusing on that word. A shiver ran down her body and she drew in a long, deep breath.

Luna opened her eyes as the latch to the pillory was undone and the top half lifted off of her. She blinked, trying to get her eyes to focus. One hoof shakey rubbed at them, fresh seed smearing along it, and dried cum flaking off of her face. She looked between the two as they unlocked her hind legs and unhooked the strap from her dock. She hissed in pain as she tried to move her stiff tail.

“So, did you enjoy yourself?” Both stepped back as Gregor asked the question, giving her a few moments to flex and stretch.

“Yes, immensely.” Luna tried to lever herself off of the pilory’s padded bench and stumbled, Wood moving in quickly to steady her before she fell. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure herself if she was talking more to Wood or Gregor.

“Welcome.” She heard the stallion in a gentle murmur.

Gregor moved to her other side and ran his talons down her neck again, moving all the way across her withers and back. “I could tell, but always glad to hear it. But for now, what do you say to Wood taking you next door and getting you cleaned up?”

She looked between the two, a bit of aftercare was likely warranted about now, she could certainly use a good shower and some time to relax. But why Wood?

Gregor nodded as she looked at him and gave her a rather odd, almost worried grin for a moment. “I’ll come help if you want, but I’m sure you two can handle things.”

She felt the stallion supporting her shiver, or was it a flinch? She recalled the way he had looked as Gregor led him over and thought she understood what Gregor was doing. She leaned into the big stallion harder, resting her chin on the back of his neck. “Yes, I’m sure we’ll be quite fine. Thank you Gregor, tonight has been… far more than I ever imagined.”

He beamed as the three started heading for the door to the warehouse. “Well, it’s still early, no reason you can’t come back after you rest up a bit if you want.”

“True.” Her hoof caught on the edge of a mat and she nearly tripped, Wood quickly grabbed her, his large hooves surprisingly gentle as he helped steady her. She gave him a grateful smile and his expression actually shifted into something less morose.

“Don’t worry ma’am, I got ya.” His soft voice was lower than usual.

The two helped the tired, but quickly recovering alicorn out the door, Gregor giving her one last parting wave as Wood half led, half carried her into the aftercare rooms.

Author's Note

A special thank you to all the wonderful members of CTS who let their OC's take their turns showing 'Fading Crescent' her new life as The Talon's latest slave. All the new ponies taking a turn with her this chapter belong to one of them.