Entrapment

It had been three days since Jax had beaten Applejack. Her arse had only just recovered from the paddling. She could finally sit on the floor again. She wasn't yet allowed to leave the bathroom, but her punishments had been toned down. Not once had she been forced to drink urine since she had been untied from the rack.

Her daily routine had changed significantly. She woke up in the morning to Jax walking in. She would have to earn her breakfast by sucking him off. He would then pace around her as she was working out. He wanted her to be fit and muscular. Push-ups, sit-ups and deep lunges. She wanted to go out and run, but she hadn't been allowed outside since her arrival. She would then have to give handjobs to the two male slaves than had stopped her escape. This would earn her a hot lunch. Her afternoons were filled by an expert coming in to teach her about what her new duties would entail, as well as how to do them. She had a dildo she was allowed to practice with. At the end of the day, she would demonstrate what she had learned with Jax's dick instead of the dildo. This would end in her receiving dinner. The rest of the day was hers to do with as she wished, as long as she stayed within the room.

A week ago, she never would have believed that she would be so excited by the prospect of a fried egg sitting atop a bed of spinach, with a single slice of toast beneath. Now it was a very special treat. All of her meals up to this point had been rather bland. Oatmeal, potatoes and rice, for the most part. He had also given her bread, but this wasn't the same. This had a white mustard sauce.

After earning and eating her breakfast, she began her exercises. She was in a good mood this morning, and was quite content to work out in silence. But when she was done, something very odd happened. The stallions that would serve as a precursor to her lunch did not show up. While she was glad to not be stroking their cocks, she wondered where her lunch would come from.

Suddenly, the door swung open. The mare slave was standing there, a frightened look on her face. "Master Jax," she cried "Key Ingredient slipped and fell down the stairs! He's badly hurt!"

Jax turned to Applejack, pointing at the floor beneath her. "Sit and wait until I return. Something has come up that causes concern."

Applejack sat down as instructed as Jax exited the room. The door closed, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Key Ingredient was her favourite of the two stallion slaves, as he was the one who had been delivering her lunch. His partner, Clean Sweep, had been the one who had stopped her escape. Jax had inferred that she would have to pay for the broom handle she broke when it had collided with her face. She didn't know how he expected her to do that, being locked in this small room, but she was sure he would find a way.

Forty-five minutes passed before the door opened again. Her tutor was the one who walked in, a zebra mare that Applejack had never learned the name of. She was an elderly mare, though not as old as Granny Smith. Still, she was too old, Applejack thought, to still be playing with sex toys.

"I'm told you haven't had your lunch," she said as she sat down. Applejack nodded. "Let's hope you enjoy this satisfying crunch." From under her cloak, she produced a large carrot. Applejack eyed it hungrily. "But you also have yet to earn this meal. First, you have to do your chore. Deal?" The mare pulled down her pants, revealing that she was wearing a strap-on over her panties.

Applejack wrapped her hands around the dildo. She thought this was ridiculous. A mare was not a stallion. She couldn't feel pleasure from this, so why bother with jerking off a dildo? Still, this was what she usually did to earn her lunch. It was all the same to her, but this was a ludicrous request. How would she even know when she could stop?

"Rubber is not skin; it doesn't slip. To help your hand move, lubricate with your lips."

Applejack looked up at the mare. There was no indication that this was a joke. She leaned forward and gave the dildo a long lick. It didn't taste like rubber, nor did it taste like a dick. It tasted like an apple. She looked up again, and the mare smiled and nodded. Before long, Applejack had the whole thing in her mouth, eager to taste the wonderful flavor. When it finally faded, Applejack returned to jerking at the dildo, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out in front of the rubber cock. The mare was right; Her hands slid along the length effortlessly.

"I think you've earned your little snack," said the mare, pulling Applejack's hands from the shaft and placing it on the carrot. "In today's lesson, you'll pay me back."

Applejack happily munched on the carrot. It was fresh and crisp. She'd have sworn that it was just pulled out of the ground this morning. In fact, it had been. It was very sweet, as the sugars had not yet converted into starches.

Once the carrot was gone, Applejack turned to her tutor, who had stripped down and was now nude. "Today, you'll learn something that'll please any sex. You'll find that is causes powerful effects. It's very popular among the upper class. You must come over here and stick your tongue up my ass."

Applejack swallowed hard. She had been punished before by having Jax piss into her stomach, but never had she been made to eat feces. "Is this some kind of joke? Y'all know that's where manure comes from, right?"

"I assure you, this is no jest," said the mare, lifting her tail and spreading her cheeks. "Most zebras keep clean, so don't feel so stressed. You might rarely encounter an unclean hole, but that's an exception, rather than the goal."

Applejack approached and gave it a sniff. It didn't smell as bad as she was expecting it to. Maybe she was right about it being clean. "If I may be so bold as to ask, how do you go about cleaning the inside?"

"You start by filling the rectal cavity with water, then pushing it back out. Most partners find it hotter. A good rimming is enjoyed by both stallions and mares, though it's better to ask first, and not catch them unawares."

"I suppose I should try that," grumbled Applejack. Tentatively, she pressed her tongue against the mare's hole. It wasn't any more unpleasant that a recently washed penis. This was a pleasant surprise. She pushed her tongue inside, gently wiggling it around. To steady herself, her hands grasped at the zebra mare's hips. After an hour like that, the mare rolled over, lying on her back. She instructed Applejack to sit on her dildo, to simulate having to perform tasks from both ends at once.

The two stayed in this position until it was time for the tutor to leave. As she was headed out the door, she left a small device that she hadn't explained how to use. It was a short plastic tube with a pump on one end. Applejack would have to ask what it was for tomorrow.

When Jax came in with her dinner, he looked rather upset. Not wanting to be the target of his wrath, Applejack kept her head down. Pulling out his chair, he sat down. "Key Ingredient has broken his shoulder. I know you're expecting my mood to be colder, but I cannot let you near him while he is infirm, so he won't be around until the end of his term."

Applejack simply nodded. Normally, this would be the stage of her day where she would be made to show off her freshly acquired skill, but since the day had been rather stressful for Jax, she wondered if he was even in the mood to put up with her trepidation. As it turns out, the answer was no.

"Turn around, bend over, and lift your tail," he commanded. "If you need support, you can hold onto the rail." Applejack did as she was told, gripping the rail in the shower that was used for entering and exiting to prevent injury in the event of a slip. With her tail lifted, Jax lubricated her arsehole and slid inside. She had practiced for this several times in the past few days, and she was prepared to take him. He wasn't gentle. With a firm grip on her hips, he thrusted repeatedly into her. At the shallow end, he was only halfway in, and at the deepest, his testicles slapped against her clitoris. Applejack let out several moans, not from her own pleasure, but because she wanted him to feel that he was doing well.

Jax had been doing this long enough to know what a fake moan sounded like. With a firm slap against her arse cheek, he corrected her, silencing her poor attempts at a lie. He kept going until he was finished, spewing his semen up into her rectum. As he pulled out, he spun her around and waved his dick in her face. It was covered in his jizz, as well as whatever else she had had in her arse at the time. "Clean it up. Lick until it shines." Applejack looked up at him, then back at his filthy cock. "You're not to stop until I give you the sign."

Reluctantly, Applejack took the cock into her mouth. It tasted as foul as she had expected an arse to taste. She had expected this taste from him, and here it was. She tried to work quickly, as she was sure her dinner would wash the taste out of her mouth. She had eaten so well today already, she couldn't wait to see what she was having for dinner tonight.

When she was done, Jax lifted the cloche, and Applejack was disappointed. It was a very standard meal for her. Mashed potatoes. At least there was gravy this time. She ate it anyway, quite content to wash the taste of arse off of her tongue. When she was done, Jax left the room. But before he closed the door, he had one final thing to say.

"This ought to alleviate your sorrow. Your friend is coming to see you tomorrow."

Applejack was filled with joy at that line. Fluttershy was coming to see her. For the first time since she had been kidnapped, she wore a genuine smile.

Big Mac settled down next to the fire. This was apparently a popular camping site, as there was a large stack of firewood and a stone firepit. Just as he was lying down to go to sleep, a small band of zebras rolled up in a wagon. He bristled at the sight, placing his hand on the handle of his knife, but he did now draw. This group was not the same that had been in Ponyville, as these all seemed to be mares. The wagon was also different than what had been described. Probably not the same group, but he wasn't feeling particularly friendly towards zebras at the moment.

The group pulled up next to him and the driver waved. "We're feeling ready to stop for the night. If it's not too much trouble, can we share your site?"

Big Mac said nothing. He was about to send them away, but he thought this might present a good opportunity for some information gathering. Not removing his hand from his knife, he nodded, and the mares all hopped out of the wagon and started setting up. They set up their tents quickly and gathered around the slowly dying campfire.

"Since you're in a sharing mood," chuckled the leader. "I wonder if you'd like some food?" She reached into a wooden crate and pulled out an apple, offering it to him. He took it with a smile and bit into it.

"Gala. Harvested eight days ago. From the bough."

The mare was shocked. "You certainly know your apples, sir. To me, it's all a crisp, fruity blur."

"I'm sort of an expert," he said proudly. "I'm kind of new in Zebra territory. Do you think you could help me with a problem I'm having?"

The mare chuckled. "I'm unfortunately on my way out, but I'll gladly inform you of what I know about."

"I'm looking for my sister and her friend. They were kidnapped, and I've tracked them to this point. I know that the kidnappers were zebras. They were street performers, or at least masquerading as street performers."

The mare had a look of concern on her face. "Kidnapping is an horrible thing. If I were you, I'd ask the king. Follow this road, it leads to his city. I hope you can convince him to show you some pity."

Big mac's hand finally drifted from his blade. In truth, he had lost the trail a few miles back, but the road hadn't split since. He could only assume that he was still on the correct path. But now he had a new plan. Regardless of whether the path split between here and there, he was going to see the king. If he had the support of the royalty, he knew he could find Applejack. And hopefully, Fluttershy.