Survival Through Resignation

Zaka stared them down. Bitch didn't take another bite or say a word after his arrival. His presence alone was enough to kill any comfort that Applejack had built up.

Applejack swallowed the last of a particularly large gala. "I'm done now, Bitch." She would have liked to eat more, but Zaka's presence, while not turning her stomach, was making Bitch uncomfortable, and this was the most she could do to help her.

"Y-yes, mistress." Applejack didn't know if the reason she was switching back was because Zaka would punish her if she didn't, or because she had some pride in her loyalty, in that she was not going to give up Applejack's name until ordered. As of now, she could pretend not to know it, but Applejack didn't want her to lie.

Without giving away that she had already said her name, she looked down at Bitch and smiled. "You can call me Applejack. Ah'm twenty-four, an' Ah come from Ponyville."

Shaking, and with a heavy swallow, Bitch failed to meet her gaze. "With all due respect, mistress, I'm under orders to only refer to you as "mistress.""

So that was it. It would be reserved for when they were alone. "Alright then." She turned to Zaka. "And just what do you think you're doin'?"

"I am here to watch the display," he smirked. "I can see my bride before our special day."

"It's funny that ya still think Ah'm gonna marry you. Or maybe a bit sad. Ah don't know, cause Ah can't tell if you're delusional or just plain stupid."

"You will," he answered. "You don't have a choice. You'll be my bride to my empire's rejoice. As they gaze upward, you'll say your pledge, and then I'll fuck you at the balcony's edge. Thousands will watch as you suck down my balls, and cheers will be heard from within the keep's walls as you fast become pregnant with a burst of my seed, and several times more whenever I need."

"Why don't ya try out my mouth now?" sneered Applejack, licking her teeth. "My chompers are ready ta rip it clean off."

Zaka let out a chuckle. "You joke, but soon it will be your desire. On that day, you'll cry that your loins are afire, you'll beg and you'll plead for me to make it stop, and only then will I fill you, not spilling a drop. If I should happen to spill on the floor, you'll lick it up fast, and then beg for more."

"Unlikely."

"Decline all you like, but I know you better. Soon, the very thought of me will make you wetter. For now, I'm willing to just bide my time, as it will be years before you're out of your prime. If your assumption's correct, and you spend years up here, bound, I'll pick a new wife as they drop you in the ground."

"That would be preferable to marryin' you."

Zaka chuckled. "So you say, but you'll change your tune. A mare's mind changes with the phases of the moon. But ah, the reason I've come to your presence; firstly to check on your convalescence. As I can see that your health is well, It's time to apply the new mounts for your bells."

From behind his back, Zaka pulled what looked to be a firearm of some description. It was short, had two forked clamps where the barrel should have been, and just above the trigger was a needle.

"What, you gonna pierce my ears?"

Zaka chuckled at that. "In due time, but not right away. I have something else in mind today." He set it down on top of the crate of cleaning supplies, along with a sack of other items that he was planning to use. He stepped forward, pushing Bitch to the floor and grabbing Applejack by the breast with his right hand, shoving the fingers of his left into her pussy forcefully. He squeezed and tugged, not being gentle, as he knew that she was tough enough that he could be abrasive and not break her.

After a few minutes of playing with her like this, his cock pushing his waistcloak aside to erect itself, he used his thumbs to dig out her nipples until they were standing on their own. He then gave both breasts a good slap before returning to the piercing gun.

By this time, Bitch had picked herself up. There was a small scrape on her arm from where she'd hit the drain where all of the water went after her sponge bath. It didn't look bad, but she sat there, her hands on her knees, waiting for further instructions.

"You, slave, I have a job for you." He threw the gun at her, hitting her shoulder. She picked it up and waited to hear his order. "She doesn't mind your touch, so you will do. You know how to operate one of these things, right?" She nodded her head. "Good. I don't want to hear her screaming tonight."

Bitch stood up and walked up to Applejack, massaging her nipple, sterilizing it with one of the provided sterile towelettes, then pinching it between the forked clamps to make sure it was right where she needed it to be. She took a deep breath, said something that Applejack couldn't make out, then pulled the trigger.

Immediately, Applejack yelped out in pain, trying to pull free. Thankfully, Bitch had released the clamps already, leaving a fresh barbell piercing in her right nipple.

"The pain will have stopped after a few days' time," said Zaka. "When that day comes, your piercings will chime."

As Bitch prepared the other side in the same way, Applejack shuddered. That hurt a lot more than Rarity said it did. Then again, she'd had labial piercings, as well. And yet, all of her facial piercings were false. Granted, when asked, she'd said it was to preserve her face of any holes should she opt to go without, but surely she could find some way to cover it up like she always had.

As Applejack thought about this, she'd forgotten about the fact that the piercings were happening to her now, and as the second barbell went through, Applejack yelped and pulled away before Bitch could release the clamp. The proceeding yank caused a tiny rip in the skin, and Bitch immediately tried to pat it clean with the alcohol swab she'd used to prepare the area. The piercing was safe, but that wasn't what scared her. Applejack' nipple had a little bit of blood on it. Not even enough to worry about, and her platelets would seal up in five minutes, maximum.

This was not as small an infraction as she thought, however, as Zaka quickly grabbed ahold of Bitch's neck and forced her to the floor, growling something Applejack couldn't make out and striking the mare repeatedly, who was too afraid to fight back.

Applejack pulled and yanked, stripping a good amount of skin from her right hand as she forced it through the shackle, but managed to free it. she swung forward and only just managed to grab an apple by the stem. She swung back, then let it fly at full force at Zaka's face, knocking him off of Bitch as the fruit collapsed under the impact force.

When Zaka turned to face her, a massive scowl dripped from his face with the applesauce Applejack had left. "You want another?!" she scowled back, flipping him the bird with her free, bloody hand. It was a bluff, but Applejack was perhaps thirty percent sure that she could pull her other hand free if she was desperate enough.

With a snort, he turned and walked out of the room. Bitch immediately picked herself up, cleaning while she tried to pretend that she wasn't crying.

"Come over here, Bitch," called Applejack. When she was close enough, Applejack gave her a hug. Her long mane covered her back, so this was Applejack's first indication that Bitch used to have wings a long time ago.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

Applejack chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Socket wrench."