Entrapment

Applejack hadn't moved at all since Jax left. Even though she was capaple of small movements, she didn't see much point in doing so, as her only options were a kneeling position and a standing position. She could try to work out, but she didn't have the energy. She was accustomed to a high-calorie diet, but she would regularly work it all off. She hadn't eaten much in the way of breakfast the morning she left, and she hadn't been around for lunch. All she had eaten since were what few pieces of fruit Fluttershy had given her. She was absolutely famished.

The thought left her head, however, as the door had opened and the light had switched on. She looked up, and there stood Jax, pushing a small cart with a cloche on top. He wheeled it in and closed the door, coming to a stop near her. She could smell fresh baked bread, cinnamon, vegetables and a whole slew of savory spices. Her mouth began to water as she anticipated finally having something to eat.

"I trust you've thought about your actions," said Jax, pulling out a small folding chair from the bottom of the cart. "Especially your criminal infraction. You'll have to make it up to him, a feat you'll perform at my whim. But it's not yet time to face that feud. I'm sure you're ready for some food."

Applejack nodded, prompting Jax to come closer. She looked up at his sadistic grin as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. The way her fur matted together so soon after a shower indicated that he had brought her to tears with his earlier punishment. It was time to see if she had learned her place yet.

Jax once again pulled out his cock. The smell of it immediately filled Applejack's nostrils, distracting her from the meal she was so eagerly anticipating. She wanted to tell him to put the horrid thing away, but she could only manage to push a few vowels through the ring gag that still held her mouth open. She turned her head away, not wanting him to "rehydrate" her, as he had previously.

"No matter how you twist and squirm, you're only going to make it firm," chuckled Jax. "If your hunger you wish to sate, you must first this cock fellate." Applejack looked at it again. She could almost taste the stench of it, and the flavor was not pleasant. Part of her reasoned that she could go a few days without food. Ponies had been through worse and survived. Who's to say she couldn't? Then again, if he came back tomorrow with the same deal, it would mean one more day of accumulated sweat, and who knows what else. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a tentative lick. She immediately tasted the sour flavor she had so vividly remembered from his last visit.

Jax reached down and patted her head. She was finally starting to make progress. He didn't make any movements to force her yet. This was her decision, and he wanted to know how far she would go with it before she would need a course correction.

Applejack had come up with a very clever idea, or so she thought. She would concentrate all of her licking in one area. When the filth was gone, all she would taste was skin. So she focused on the underside of the base of his penis, near his testicles. That way she could avoid the foul taste.

It didn't take long for Jax to notice that she wasn't moving, so he took matters into his own hands. With a tight grip on her mane, he pulled her back, fitting the head of his erection right between her lips. Not wanting him to relieve his bladder down her throat again, she desperately tried to push him right back out. While Jax was displeased with this, he let her push him out. He released her mane and walked over to the cart.

"If to my needs you will not cater," he said, sitting down in the chair. "I suppose we'll have to try again later." Lifting the cloche, a tuft of steam escaped to the ceiling, bringing with it the scents of roasted vegetables. Skewering a spear of asparagus with a fork, Jax lifted it up to his mouth and bit off a piece. While it had softened, it was still fairly crisp, and Jax let out a small moan. Not because he really enjoyed it, but rather to tease his new slave. The look of regret in her eyes told him that she was starting to crack. Soon, she would break, and he would be able to reform her.

Applejack couldn't keep her mouth from watering. This was torture. There he was, not even three feet from her, chowing down on what looked to be a delicious meal, and refusing to feed her unless she sucked on his dick. Her own stomach cursed her for not putting up with his treatment. Whatever he tasted like, she would be able to wash that away with the food, right? If she had just been done with it, she could savor the food as long as she liked. Or until he took it away.

She called out to him, pleading for another chance. Normally, Jax would gladly let a slave please him whenever she wanted, but those in training required a different approach. He would need to let her stew over this for a few minutes, at least. He continued to munch on his asparagus and carrots, and whatever else he had that was fairly audible. All the while, he gazed down into her eyes, never averting his gaze. Just as her eyes began to well up with tears, he stood and walked over to her.

"We'll have to start over from the top," he said, placing the head of his now flaccid cock against her lower lip. "This time, I expect you not to stop. Keep it up until you're told. I'd hurry, your dinner's growing cold."

Applejack closed her eyes and began licking him once again. She wasn't sure how long he would take, but she was determined to have something to eat tonight that wasn't zebra cock. As he began to harden, she took his head into her mouth and slowly began to bob. The taste was absolutely terrible. It was less awful in places she had already licked, but it was still pretty horrible.

Jax beamed down at her with pride. He'd encountered many unruly slaves before, and considered himself an expert. While her technique left a lot to be desired, He needed her to be fully compliant to start fixing that. Still, she was able to go a quarter of the way down his length without choking. She'd definitely had some practice, but it obviously wasn't that much. He didn't worry about that, though, as she would be spending a lot of time practicing very soon.

About fifteen minutes had passed, and Jax was nowhere near finishing yet, due to her poor technique. Still, she had lasted this long, so it was time to reward her with her meal. "I don't have all night to waste," he said, gripping her by the jaw. "And I'm sure you're hungry, so let's make haste." With a firm grasp on her head, he began to thrust into her, starting by delving only halfway in, and pulling out to just the tip, then back inside. This was twice as far as Applejack could comfortably take, and she began to panic. He picked up the pace, going faster and faster, until finally, Applejack received the first course of her meal. Her stomach happily began digesting the fresh protein deposit, but her mind was filled with terror. As long as he was still inside of her, she could not breathe. While she couldn't taste the cum, she wasn't happy that her tongue was being compressed by an unlicked spot of flesh.

She didn't have to wait long, as he was once again out of her seconds later. He had deposited the final few drops of the thick white paste on her tongue, for her to start growing accustomed to the taste of zebra spunk. Quite content with her behaviour tonight, he unlocked her wrists, letting her fall to the floor. She just lay there, crying. Experience told him that she would be fine on her own. Despite that, he made sure to remove her gag anyway. He knew that she would be unable to chew anything, as wearing a gag tended to cause soreness in the jaw, so when he had been deciding her meal, he had decided on something soft, electing to give her oatmeal and mashed potatoes. He was even kind enough to give her a spoon.

Finally, she spoke up. "You're a monster..."

Jax frowned as he took another bite of celery. "If you interpret my methods as cruel, It's only because you've rejected my rule. If you'd done from the start what I had said, you'd find yourself eating a finer spread. You might have slept in a nice, warm bed, but you decided to be defiant instead." Applejack curled up in as close to a fetal position as she could with her ankles forced apart. She began to sob. Jax had seen enough for now. Unlocking her right ankle, he left her there on the floor with the light on. She would eat when she calmed down. "I'll return tomorrow morning. We shall see then if you've stopped your storming."

Big Macintosh lay down on the wet grass. It had rained today, and he had not brought with him a tent. He had a means to set up a campfire for the night, but all the nearby wood was soaking wet. He looked up at the stars and wondered if his sister would be alright. Sure, she was tough, but everyone has a breaking point.

After a few minutes, he decided it would be best if he removed his shirt and slept with his bare back against the cool grass. Besides, he would want his shirt dry tomorrow morning. Draping it over a tree branch, he lay back down, letting sleep take him. It would be a few days before he could make it to the kingdom of the zebras, so he may as well settle in for the long haul.