My Life on a Cassette Tape

Gunther flopped into his chair, setting his case onto his lap as he took a pained breath. The ponies really had done a number on him - between the punches and kicks, cupboard, and shovel - he was far more worse for wear. He was going to need time to heal, time he didn't exactly have.

"I can only hope that Silver made it out... otherwise I might have to report this." He muttered before looking over to the doggy door. He needed a distraction, something to soothe his pain, but physically exerting himself was beyond what he could do now. He knew, and had kicked himself ever since, that he should've tried his luck with that doctor mare, but hindsight was worth as much as sand in a desert.

"You look rough, Gunther." A familiar and thoroughly dreaded voice said. Moving to him from the opposite wall that the doggy door was, Gunther watched the tall amazonian of a mare strut out.

"Brass Tacks..." He hissed out in pain, "What are you doing here?" He asked, already knowing the answer well enough. Brass Tacks moved over, planting her hands on the armrests of Gunther's chair, looming over him.

"Silver's been Blotted Out, and if I had had my way, you would've gone the same way, but the Left Tenant convinced me that in the very least we needed a singular Baron in the fiefdom, or else the whole cycle would leave us lacking for months we couldn't spare." Brass Tacks snipped, her face screwed in anger. "Report." She demanded.

"S-Silver and I found an Unchained Possessor." Gunther replied, getting a cocked eyebrow from the mare. "We wanted to take him down without too many of the Empire's resources getting expended, but... but no known artifact was in his possession. It was Silver's assessment that it was likely a Reforged, though the identity it takes now is... still in question."

Brass Tacks pushed off the chair, turning away fuming. She stomped about the room in a fury, fists clenched as she processed the information. Stopping, she kicked the wall beside the doggy door with her hefty boots, and a stallion crawled out, head bowed low. She kicked twice more, and another stallion and a mare followed shortly after.

"Chair and a meal." She said, moving away before they could react. One of the stallions and the mare stood up, moving in a crouch before kneeling on either side of Brass, each pony crossing their arms and gripping the forearm of the other pony. Brass shirked her pants off, revealing her pussy, the hair cut in a shorter buzz than her mane, as she sat down on the chair formed by the other two ponies. The remaining stallion quickly hurried over, kneeling before her, setting to work. "Powers?" Brass snapped, not even seeming to react to the stallion between her legs.

"It appeared to be something between a Class null point two and null point six reality warping artifact by my limited interactions with it. It could very likely be a null point one with an inexperienced user, but that's more than unlikely with how few of those there are." Gunther said.

"The rarity of those artifacts hasn't stopped them being found in the past." Brass spat. "Were you invulnerable?"

"I believe it can't directly affect most other Possessors - Chained or no - it's likely one of the Aligned." Brass nodded, pushing the stallion deeper between her legs.

"I'll have that sent over to the Archivists, see if they can match it to one of the Lost Artifacts." She looked down at the stallion, an annoyed twinge taking her eye as she shoved him away. "Your ponies need to get better technique, I barely felt him." She noted as she stood and hiked her fatigues back up.

"So what are we going to do?" Gunther asked, not moving from his chair.

"First off, we're getting you back in operation. You're being kept because we can't have an open front, so you best be able to hold it down." She said, giving a nod to somepony behind Gunther. Craning his neck over, he saw a unicorn he knew.

"Well if it isn't Doctor Bone Saw. How are you doing?" Saw smirked behind his medical mask in response as he took off one of his blue latex gloves, seizing Gunther's wrist, sending bolts of pain through his entire body. Gunther let out a screech, only holding himself back from clawing the pony's eyes out due to prior experience. For minutes, though it could've been hours, Gunther grit his teeth as it felt like all his joints were dislocating at one, before snapping back into place violently. He felt as if his fur and feathers were on fire and freezing off all at once. After several long moments, the worst of it passed, allowing him to relax his body as the dregs of pain faded. As the pain finally subsided completely, Gunther slowly leaned forward, standing up in a slow, smooth motion, his injuries gone.

"I hope you don't give the treatment to one of my prized catches." Gunther sighed, rolling his shoulders. "It certainly would be a shame." Bone Saw grunted underneath his medical mask, looking over to Brass.

"I'm going to need more details before we continue on with this mission. I'll need all the information I can get." Brass snorted. "You want to do it in the slave quarters? I'll let you borrow a real pleaser." Gunther smirked and nodded. Gunther and the imposing Brass left the room, leaving Bone Saw alone for the moment. Looking over to the ponies about him, left by Brass, he knew what he'd spend his time doing. Sitting down in Gunther's chair, he put his glove back on before he unzipped his pants and brought out his dick. Stretching a condom over his rather impressive member, he beckoned over the three of them, all of them knowing what would likely come next. They were slaves, after all, and he was a master.

Pointing to one of the stallions, he motioned to his lap, and the stallion took the hint. The slave pony lifted himself above the silent doctor, and sliding the dick into his ass, a few whimpers escaped his lips while the mare set to work, sucking off the stallion while being fucked by the last stallion in a conga line of pleasure. Bone Saw smirked behind his mask, enjoying the sensations of the slave who bounced so willingly on his dick.

The doctor watched each rippling muscle, each stretch of the exposed skin, every shudder wracking the forms of the ponies, and couldn't help but smile widely, only evidenced by his eyes and the dimples that formed. Grabbing the toned ass of the stallion, he kneaded it roughly, enjoying himself silently, even as the other ponies panted, scream, and moaned in pleasure.

Shortly, he came, and like the well trained slaves they were, they came soon after, letting him blow his load first. Quickly cinching off the condom to his dick, not letting a drop leak, he carefully removed the stallion, who limply fell forward. Standing up, he removed the condom, ensuring all the cum stayed inside. Looking down at the ponies before him, he inspected them closely, deciding the stallion that had fucked the mare was to be his subject. Removing his glove again, he leant forward, pressing a hand against the stallion's wrist.

The effect was instantaneous, as his joints creaked and he let out a yowl of pain while writhing on the floor. A bruise crept across the pony's face, forming far more rapidly than it had a right to; while cuts and scrapes opened up across his chest, legs, arms, hands, and feet, letting small rivulets of blood seep out. Bone Cutter's smile grew as he put his glove back on before putting his dick back into his pants, zipping himself back up. If he had to deal with an Unchained Possessor, he'd certainly would have more time to practice his talents.