Quashed

Steelhorn hadn't slept that night. He had opted to stay awake, using his hands to create, rather than to destroy. It was good for his mental health, even if it was harmful to his blood pressure. As the sun arose, he'd just finished putting on the final touch. It wasn't completely finished yet, as it would still need to be decorated, but for now, he'd designed and constructed a large box on wheels with a hole drilled on one side. He'd just sanded down and blunted all the sharp edges when Hardtusk came in, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning," he yawned. "Up all night?"

Steelhorn said nothing, but turned to face his subordinate. The bags under his eyes were a sufficient answer.

Hardtusk chuckled. "Join the club, we have badges." He waved a scroll in front of him. "I've finished your letter to the Snowcaps. Would you care to read it, or--"

"No," interrupted Steelhorn. "I trust you did it right. After all, it was your family that was attacked."

"Yours, as well."

Steelhorn stood up. "I know. I'm trying to put it out of my mind for now. I will come to grips with it soon, but for now, I need to keep moving forward. You may speak for me as far as relations with your home are concerned."

Hardtusk nodded. "So, what kept you up all night?"

Steelhorn opened the lid of the wooden box to show the inside. It was lined with padding to keep its cargo safe from jostling. From several points along the walls came leather straps with tension clasps. Around the hole drilled into the side was a leather pad with a hydrophobic coating.

"All night, Celestia's words have been echoing in my head. Her blatant disrespect for those who would lay down their lives to protect her has given me an idea. If she has no respect for them, then let them show her a lack of respect."

Hardtusk was confused. "How does this show her a lack of respect?"

Steelhorn grinned a devilish grin. "You shall see."

After breakfast, Hardtusk and Scrimshaw escorted Steelhorn down into the dungeon where Celestia was still tied up. She was exhausted, having not slept all night because of the pain in her feet caused by the torturous position she was in. As the minotaurs wheeled the box into the cell, she wondered what was in store for her.

As the gag was pulled out of her mouth, Celestia coughed. "Luna and Twilight must have really pissed you off, if thi--"

A different gag was shoved into her mouth. This one was a ring gag, allowing sound to travel through it, among other things. Celestia was lifted from the floor and placed into the padded box. As her limbs were unbound one by one, they were secured with the leather straps to the sides of the box. Her ring gag was then tightened against the hole in the side. As the box closed, the only part of her exposed to open air was the inside of her mouth.

The latches were closed and locked keeping the princess secured in place as they wheeled her out of the dungeon. She could hear the muffled voices of the minotaurs, but could not understand them through the wooden box. All she knew for certain was that she was not going to be able to move for awhile, and they wanted her mouth open.

After what felt like half an hour, the cart stopped. She couldn't smell anything, as her nose was inside the box, but the air coming in tasted foul. Suddenly, the muffled voices came back. What's worse, there were several more now. A few dozen, at least. Steelhorn spoke for a short while, then presumably stuck one of his rancid fingers against her tongue. She tried to pull away, but was bound tightly to the wall. She had nowhere to pull away to, either. She had to accept his horrid flavor.

He pulled it out a moment later. Unable to close her mouth, Celestia couldn't spit out the taste. There was a bit more speech, then some cheering for some reason. Silence once again enveloped her, and she waited. She didn't have to wait long, as something firm and thick shoved its way into her throat. She choked a bit at first, but after some adjustment, she found the best way to help herself keep breathing. After a few more thrusts, she finally figured out what was invading her body. It was a cock. Steelhorn had turned her into a sex toy for himself and his minotaur buddies.

In actuality, he had not intended for his shield-brothers to use the box. He'd made it too small for that. They would have to crouch down uncomfortably just to align themselves, and then end up stuck in the tight hole. This was not meant for them, but for the soldiers that protected the city. Just the males for now. Steelhorn would later gift the female guards with something to relax them when he thought of what they would enjoy. A spa day would have been a nice choice, except that this was meant to also punish Celestia.

Steelhorn sat and watched as stallion after stallion came down Celestia's throat. As the guards were operating on rotating shifts, some came back after their shifts covered in sweat. With a bit of encouragement, they jumped right into line, giving their extra salty fluids before washing up.

At the end of the day, Celestia had sucked off nearly every single male guard in Canterlot. There were some who vehemently refused, most of whom were happily married. More than a hundred would go to bed satisfied tonight. Not a single one of them suspected who might be inside the box, as Steelhorn had chosen only to describe her as "a first-class whore." The minotaurs wheeled her back to her cell, where her box was opened once again. Having been tied up for the last twenty-five hours, Celestia had voided her bladder multiple times throughout the day, leaving the bottom cushion soaking wet and stained yellow. Celestia's coat was matted backwards where she was bound, showing clear evidence of her struggle to pull free, to no avail.

Steelhorn released Celestia's face from the side of the box, then lifted it to point at him. The princess, still blindfolded, did not turn away. She was treated to a light dribbling of water from a flask, to wash out the taste of so many cocks and to rehydrate her. The gag was removed a moment later.

"This is the treatment we are obligated to thrust upon you," said Steelhorn in a calming voice. "I may not be allowed to kill you, but I can make your life a living hell. You've just experienced a taste of the second circle. There are seven more levels to descend. Are you sure you want to keep up this course of action?"

Celestia couldn't speak. Her throat was too sore, having been rubbed raw. It was taking almost everything she had to keep from vomiting up all the semen she'd swallowed throughout the day. The muscles in her jaw wouldn't allow her to close her mouth. She had tried to bite down on the ring so often that there was a large indent on the roof of her mouth. She'd never been so low before.

Steelhorn checked her vitals, and found that she would be fine. He ordered Boneshatter and Arrow to wash her off and put her to bed. No tying up, this time, just put to bed. He would deal with her tomorrow, but for now, the box needed to be moved, and Steelhorn and Hardtusk were in desperate need of sleep.