Entrapment

Big Mac awoke in the dungeon beneath the palace. He had gone to sleep after the physician had patched up his wounds. A Zebra knocked a baton against the bars, drawing his attention. This one was not a guard, or rather, wasn't dressed as a guard. Big Mac stood and faced him. "Who are you?"

"My name is Jax. I'm sure you've found that you don't enjoy being bound. I'm told you're here to see your sister, but you've a lot to answer for, mister. While you were on your little rampage, you caused a significant amount of damage."

"My reasons justify my actions," said Big Mac.

"Oh?" chuckled Jax. "You stole from the king. This is not a trivial thing. Normally, you'd suffer his immolating wrath, but on special request, you're offered a less painful path. Work under me and pay off your debt, and I'll ensure you'll be under no threat. Or, if you prefer to be whipped and flayed, I can do that until your debt is repaid."

"I want to see my lawyer."

Jax chuckled as the guards behind him burst into laughter. He let them have their laugh, then calmed them down before turning back to Big Mac. "Your prosecutor is also the judge. No lawyer in the country would even give this a nudge. You're going up against the monarch. This is a quest on which you should not embark."

Big Mac let out a sigh. He didn't have much of a choice in this matter. "Fine. Tell me what you would have me do."

"First, I'll set you up with a room in my house. We'll clean you up, too. Not a single louse. After that, we'll begin your training. We'll have you ready to work, whether sunny or raining. You look rather rugged, just look at your arms. I wonder, have you ever worked on a farm?"

"I have. I was running my own until recently. With all of the other owners, of course."

"I see. In that case, my suggestion is very fair. You'll repay your debt by harvesting pears." With a smile, Jax turned and started walking away.

"Wait!" called Big Mac. "I still need to find my sister!"

"Oh, don't worry," Jax called back. "She's living with me. In no time at all, you'll be connected, you and she.

True to his word, Jax came back the next day to move Big Mac into his home. He was given a room on the second floor, which was sparsely furnished. It was adorned only with a steel frame bed, with an unclean mattress on top. There was nothing on the walls except a light fixture and a small door, about hip height. It was locked at the moment, but it was the only point of interest other than the light fixture.

"This is where you will rest your head," explained Jax. "I've provided you with your own space, complete with a bed."

"What's with the door?" asked Big Mac, pointing it out. "It's too small to push food through, so I doubt you're going to feed me through it."

"I'll tell you later what that's all about. But for now, you're to wait here, while the shower's cleaned out."

Big Mac sat down on the bed. It was more comfortable than his prison cell, but not by much. He tried the door handle, finding that it was locked. He couldn't leave. The walls were stronger than the buildings he had crashed through earlier, likely because this building was made to hold slaves. Where the clay from the buildings earlier was just a thin layer to keep out the weather, these were sturdy bricks.

Applejack was glad to be moved. She was finally being taken out of the bathroom and being given a bedroom. Fluttershy had said that she was sharing a bed with Master Malak, but she was unsure how that would work with the large number of slaves in this house. It would have to be an awfully big bed. Especially considering the fact that she had overheard Clean Sweep talking about how the new slave that arrived today was a rather big stallion. Besides, she didn't want to share a bed with Jax.

She arrived in her room to find that it was nicer than she expected. The bed was dressed with thick flannel sheets, there was a rug in the middle of the floor and a large wardrobe stood against the far wall. There was a rubber gasket against one wall, about hip height.

"You're being allowed clothes from this point on. Be glad, as you've upped your echelon."

Applejack walked over to the wardrobe and opened it up. There were only two outfits hanging in there. One of them was similar to the outfit Fluttershy had worn to come and see her; the other was loungewear. The thing that drew her attention the most was the stack of neatly folded panties and sports bras. She immediately put on a set of underwear, glad to finally be wearing something that wasn't a pair of shackles.

As Jax's face turned to a scowl, Applejack realized that she was burdened with a certain expectation. She dropped to her knees and bowed to Jax. "Thank you for the gifts, and such." Jax raised his eyebrow, indicating that she had missed something. Applejack swallowed hard and spit out the final word. "...Master..."

With a satisfied grin, Jax patted her head. "Good girl. Tomorrow, you'll be given a new chore. It's not difficult, as you're now trained as a whore. When a dick comes in through that hole in the wall," He indicated the gasket stuck to the wall. "You're to suck it without question, and swallow it all."

Applejack nodded. She was becoming used to the taste of dick, and was beginning to develop an appreciation for the taste of cum. Perhaps when she returned to Ponyville, she'd be a bit more loose. It may even attract a husband. At least then, it would be her choice to do so.

Jax left the room as Applejack's tutor arrived. "Today, you'll be learning about glory holes. They're the anonymous way to polish stallion poles."

The door unlocked and Jax walked in. "Come, it's time to give you a scrub. You smell like you've spent a month away from the tub." Big Mac stood up and followed Jax to the bathroom. As Jax commanded , he placed his hands in the shackles hanging from the ceiling after stripping down. While Applejack had to be wrested into the restraints, Big Mac only needed to be convinced that he would be released after his shower. Then again, that may have been because Big Macintosh had been convinced that his punishment would mostly be monetary, and he was certain that he could earn his way out.

As the water began to heat up, a striped pony mare came into the room with a collection of brushes and washcloths. Big Mac was not used to being completely nude in front of mares, and immediately closed his legs to try to hide his genitals from her. He had been expecting Jax to clean him, but when she showed up, Jax left the room. Big Mac was alone with a pony mare. To make things even more difficult for him, she pulled off her shirt and tied back her mane.

"Good afternoon. I hear you're Master Jax's new workhorse." Big Mac nodded sheepishly in response, trying to think about things that would keep his erection from growing any further. "My name is Pressure Wave. I serve as Master Jax's personal guard, except in such cases where discretion is advised or no guard is needed. I also help around the house." As he turned to the bucket on the floor and bent over, Big Mac caught a glimpse of her cutie mark. A grenade. This was a dangerous mare to tangle with. He was also made aware that she wasn't wearing any panties under her skirt. "So what's your name, big guy?"

It was nigh impossible to conceal Big Mac's erection. It was quite prominent. "I'm M-Macintosh," he stuttered. He'd have blushed, too, but it wouldn't show up.

Wave grabbed the head of his penis firmly in her hand, causing Big Mac to yelp and jump back. "With this sort of endowment, you'd think they'd call you 'Big Macintosh.'" She chuckled at her own joke and brought out her soft bristle brush. "We'll start with a quick scrub with a rinse. We'll add soap later." Big Mac nodded, too embarrassed to fight back. She began scrubbing, and the water beneath their feet began to turn brown as the dirt on his body turned to mud and slid off of him. He was enjoying the feeling of being clean again, but even more so, he liked the feeling of Pressure Wave rubbing all over his body. As she applied soap, she started stroking his erection, causing him to shiver with anticipation.

"You like that, big boy?"

"Yeah," moaned Big Mac, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. He was usually very shy, and definitely an old-fashioned sort of stallion, so he had never been this far with a mare before. Not that he didn't want to be, but he felt that he should earn it. Despite that, the feeling of being stroked was wonderful. She stroked harder through the washcloth, working up a thick, soapy lather. As she gripped his testicles with her other hand, he let out a loud groan and a long rope of cum shot out of his tip, painting the wall on the other end of the room. Another, less powerful spurt splattered on the floor. As he slumped down, being held up by his shackles, he panted heavily.

She smiled and rinsed him off, moving up to his mane and using a medium bristle brush to comb through it. It was all tangled, and full of grass and sticks that had become lodged there during his camping excursion. She pulled out all of the debris, as well as several clumps of his hair in the process. She did the same to his tail. After a hearty helping of shampoo, he was clean and well-satisfied.

He was released and allowed to dry himself off, then escorted back to his room. A hot meal was waiting for him, along with a change of clothes. The door was locked, and he was left to put himself to bed and await his first day of training tomorrow. He was sure it would be the last, as he could easily prove that he needed no training to pick pears. They were so close to apples that he really wasn't going to be changing his profession by much.