Entrapment

When Jax came back the next morning, he was glad to see that Applejack had not only eaten all of her food from the night prior, she had licked the bowls clean. She hadn't tried to escape her fate by starving herself, something he had been forced to deal with in the past. She was sitting with her back to him, hunched over with her hands in her lap. She clearly wasn't ready to begin her training regimen yet, but perhaps she was ready to stop fighting back as hard.

"I hope you're ready for another meal," he called, placing a small plate on the counter. "So what do you say? How do you feel?"

Applejack said nothing. She wanted the food, but she wasn't ready to submit to him. She had been weak last night. It didn't count if she was desperate. She turned around slowly and locked eyes with him. She was going to stand her ground.

Jax's eyes were steel traps. He didn't need to have a stronger will than she did. He only needed to be in full control of the situation. He stepped forward and grabbed her left wrist. He was about to bind it to her other wrist behind her back in preparation for the day he had planned for her, but her right hand flew forward, striking hard at his gut. He doubled over and dropped her wrist. As he came down, she leaped to her feet. The spoon he had left her last night was lying on the floor, having been used to pry her leg from the wall. It was bent so far out of shape that it could no longer be used as a spoon.

She ran to the door, bursting into a hallway. She remembered back to when the others had brought her in, and retraced her steps as quickly as she could. As she reached the door that lead outside, she could feel her freedom calling her name. The very next thing she felt was a large wooden pole smacking into her face and knocking her to the ground. Her head hit the floor with a loud crash, and she soon found herself being pinned to the floor by two stallions and a mare. All of them were pony slaves, and the stallions very quickly had her bound once more before the mare ran off to fetch Jax.

The stallions held her down as she saw Jax approach. "That was uncalled for, and very crass." He turned to the stallion on her left. "Take her to the rack. Expose her ass."

"Yes, Master Jax," said the stallion, escorting Applejack upstairs. This was not where she had been before. She had been on the ground floor this entire time. She had no idea what the rack was, but she could guess. Not that she needed to guess, as she was soon strapped to it. It was essentially a sawhorse with straps. Her calves were tied to her thighs, keeping her knees in a position of being fully bent. Her wrists were bound to her shoulders, keeping her elbows under compression. Her knees were secured to her chest and her elbows to her waist. she was then secured to the sawhorse, her breasts hanging down around the outside of her knees. Her only movable parts were her tail and her neck. As the stallion left, he gave her left ass cheek a firm smack.

She was left alone for twenty minutes. She knew it had been twenty minutes because she could hear the loud clicking of the wall clock. Jax came in and rested what felt like a wooden plank against her flank. He leaned down and once more looked into her eyes. This time he was looking for something specific. He saw a large amount of anger and defiance. She was unlikely to do what he asked. However, as he looked a bit deeper, he saw a subtle twitch. A spark of desperation hidden behind a cloud of rage. He smiled that same sadistic grin as Applejack spat in his face. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he slowly stood up and stepped behind her.

Applejack could only barely hear the loud clap that resounded throughout the room. All of her attention was drawn to the sudden, sharp pain across her ass. She managed to hear the second one as it struck the other side. She bit down on her lip, not wanting to let him hear her scream. She wouldn't give him the pleasure. She had been spanked before, but this was different. This wasn't to shame her. This level of force was reserved for the intent to cause pain. He was trying to hurt her. He continued for several minutes, until her backside was very sore. Her cheeks had taken on a red glow. Only when he had stopped did she allow a whimper to escape her lips. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she felt him grab her face. Feeling his fingers in her mouth, she bit down, only to find that she was once more adorned with a steel ring. She fought to keep him from securing the straps, but he had more control than she did. Soon she was completely bound with her mouth forced open.

Jax once again left the room. The only thing Applejack could concentrate on was the harsh stinging sensation radiating from her backside. She didn't know how long he was gone, but when he returned, he had guests. Male guests. All of them wore guard outfits. None of them said anything, but she could hear them chuckling. She heard the flop of scaly leather being dropped onto the floor, then a stallion was standing in front of her. He smiled at the sight of the ring gag before forcing his cock down her throat. This was the furthest anyone had ever gone this way. She was gagging and retching, but the contractions in her neck only served to invigorate him.

Meanwhile, another stallion had lined himself up behind her. With only his own spit to lubricate him, he hilted inside of her arse in a single thrust, his hips slapping against her red, sore cheeks. He didn't give her any time to rest, as he, too began thrusting. She could feel his balls slapping against her vulva with every motion. To make matters worse, he wrapped her tail around his left fist, pulling hard against it as he would a handle. His right hand came down and slapped against her hips. While it wasn't as bad as the wooden paddle had been, the fact that it had been made raw caused every touch to send a fresh wave of pain throughout her body.

As the first stallion came down her throat, another stepped in to take his place. As Applejack began to realize that this was going to last for quite some time, she felt a new source of pain. A finger with untrimmed nails dug unto her breasts, tugging out her nipples. A pair of clothespins clamped down on her, pinching them between their wooden teeth. She would have screamed, but she was unable to breathe with a cock down her throat. The stallions she would service that day were particularly pleased with the vibrations from her voice.

Four hours passed with the only sound being her wailing and the slapping and squelching of moist flesh. She had taken several loads, from at least two dozen stallions. She had also taken a few mares with strap-on dildos. Jax lifted her sloppy white chin and once more looked into her eyes. Now he could only see pain and fear. He pulled the clothespins from her nipples, eliciting a pathetic yelp from her.

"It doesn't have to be this way," he said, placing his hand firmly on the nape of her neck. "From now on, you do as I say. You lashed out at me and forced my hand. You're my property now, understand?" Applejack nodded and whimpered. She was broken now. Jax's pride in his work was renewed. Her training could begin tomorrow, depending on whether or not this lesson stuck. To ensure that it would, he would have to take one more step.

Applejack was faced with one more zebra cock. This one she was growing familiar with. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a lick. Thankfully, he had washed this morning, possibly as a reward for her breakfast after her good behaviour the previous night. Fearful of what would happen the next time she disobeyed, she was more than happy to show that she was ready to behave. As her tongue worked its way to his tip, he slipped inside. After the treatment she had just received, she was glad to take him only halfway. Rather than thrust, she once again felt the trickle of liquid running down her throat. She gulped it down, not having any fight left in her.

Once he had relieved himself, he left the room. She was given an hour to rest and recover, and then returned to the bathroom where she had been tied up. Her breakfast was waiting for her, but had been transferred to a paper plate with no utensil, and it had a folded sheet of paper sitting next to it. "Shower after," it read. She was untied and the door was locked. Unable to sit, she kneeled down and ate her food, glad to have the taste out of her mouth.