Hivemind Control

The level of distress Twilight was feeling at this moment was growing with every second. For the first twenty minutes in this position, she was laughing it off as a joke. How could this be considered a real punishment? Her back legs were pinned to the wall, her back was pressed to the ground and stuck in place with changeling goo, and a trickle of cold water dribbled onto her horn every minute or so. She wasn't laughing anymore. Her horn had gone numb an hour ago, but every drop of water sent shivers down her spine. Her entire body was shaking constantly.

The door swung open. Twilight couldn't move her head very much, as it was glued to the floor with changeling goo, but she could shift a little bit and move her eyes. In the pale light of the mushrooms, the forms of Chrysalis and Cercus made their way across the room and stood over her. Cercus had a stern scowl on his face, but Chrysalis had a malicious smile.

"My, my, my, Twilight," she said, walking up to the bound princess. "I must admit, that was a bold move you pulled. I didn't think you had it in you. Very well done."

A burst of cold water across her forehead caused Twilight's muscles to contract and pull against the wall.

"It is a shame, though," Chrysalis continued. "I was under the impression that you were smart. Did you really think that we wouldn't catch you before you could find the exit? There were a lot of stairs to reach that point, and you weren't even close."

"There's a fine line between being brave and being foolish," added Cercus. "That line is bordered on both sides by fear and understanding. You have fallen on the wrong side of the line."

"Please," begged Twilight through chattering teeth. "I w-won't do it ag-g-gain, I swear!"

Cercus pulled the water applicator away, ceasing its function. "How can we be so certain of that? If you are quite so violently against the simple act of bathing with company, how can we trust that you have every intent of doing as you are told in the future?"

"I don't know," answered Twilight. "I'm sorry. Please let me out of here."

Cercus and Chrysalis looked at each other. "What do you think?" he asked.

"She's your responsibility," said Chyrsalis. "The decision of what to do with her is yours to make. If it were me, I'd demand a display of fealty."

"Yes," answered Twilight. "I swear, whatever it takes!"

Chrysalis smiled and turned to Cercus. "A thought occurs to me," she smiled. "I am aware of a tradition in Equestria, and while it applies almost exclusively to foals, I think it may be prudent here." she walked over to where Twilight lay, lowered her face to glare into Twilight's eyes, and chuckled. "A kiss to the hurt body part will make it all better."

Twilight's eyes went wide with shock. She found herself unable to form words in objection to this.

"Are you truly remorseful for your actions, Twilight?" asked Cercus.

"Y-yes?"

"You don't sound so sure," observed Chrysalis. She moved out of Twilight's view and came back with a long whip. "Let us set some parameters to ensure that we understand each other. If you bite, you will feel the sting of a leather lash, and we'll turn the water back on for the whole night."

As Cercus positioned himself over Twilight's head, she gazed up at his genitals. She had left a nasty blue bruise at the base of his dick. She was given a very clear view as it gently lowered to just above her face. She could feel the goo securing her head dissolve away, giving her the ability to move everything above her shoulders. She took a deep breath, moved her head into place, and, stretching out her lips as far as they would go, delivered a tiny peck to his nut sack.

"I'm not buying it," scolded Chrysalis. "That was pitiful, and you know it. Do it right."

Twilight looked back to the balls dangling over her face. Holding her breath, she leaned up and pressed her lips against the skin. After a few seconds, she separated and lowered her head to the ground. She'd done it.

"We can stay here all night, Twilight," came Chrysalis' condescension. "Until Cercus's hips are tired of squatting, anyway. I want to see your remorse; to taste your recompense. If you keep giving poor apologies, you're just going to need to keep remaking them. If you really want to be kept here overnight, we can have that arranged, but if you want this to just be over, I suggest that you stop wasting time and give him a proper kiss."

With a quick adjustment to his hips from Chrysalis, Cercus' balls were now resting on Twilight's upper lip. She would be unable to breathe without inhaling his scent. She really didn't want to be stuck like this all night. Perhaps it was best to just be done with it right away.

She stuck out her tongue and pulled his left testicle, her right, into her mouth. The whole thing wouldn't fit, so she begin lightly suckling the skin, her tongue caressing the orb inside. To her surprise, the taste was not terrible. It was not dirty or sweaty, or even particularly salty. As she switched to the other testicle, she recalled that it had just been scrubbed earlier today, and had likely been under great care after she had struck it. As his tip was just about to poke out of its sheathe, she knew she had done well, and hoped that it was good enough.

As Cercus lifted his hips and moved away from her, he nodded to Chrysalis. "I'm satisfied with that," he said, walking to the door. "I'm going to go prepare another bath for her. This time, I'll be the one doing the scrubbing. Warm her up and bring her down when you're ready."

As soon as they were alone, Chrysalis shook her head. "He's so soft. Entirely too forgiving. Although, perhaps he was afraid you'd bite down on his balls. I do not forgive so easily. Keep that in mind as you proceed: he's going easy on you. When your antics piss him off enough that he gives up on you, I won't hesitate to leave you here for days, or even weeks at a time." She lowered her hips over Twilight's face. The smell was much worse. "Now, give us an apologetic kiss, and convince us to bring you to your bath."