Survival Through Resignation

Apple Bloom wondered what would be out in the barn. It can't have been that bad, because Sweetie Belle had been okay, but Silver Spoon had taken some mild issue with it. She could not guess, as Silver Spoon had changed drastically in the last six years. Sweetie Belle could have changed, too. Maybe she was one of those slaves that liked the whips and chains.

The sun had only just set, and Apple Bloom saw the kitchen doors open and several large stock pots leave. On top of all of this, she was about to miss dinner.

The light from Rumble's lantern kept her walking straight to the barn, pushing the door open as she arrived, and holding it open for Rumble. "Would Master prefer the door open or closed?"

"Closed, and call me Rumble."

"Yes, Master Rumble." As soon as the door was closed, Apple Bloom instinctively moved to the center of the room, fell to her knees, folded her arms behind her back, puffed out her chest, lowered her head and closed her eyes. If he was going to need to move her, he would command it. Until then, this was the position decided for her.

She heard the sound of the metal lantern clattering against the wooden bench, and then the sound of the same wood creaking as he sat down. "Why'd you do that, Apple Bloom?" he sighed. "I outright told you not to."

"Ah wanted to be done, Master Rumble. Ah couldn't wait for the fillies to decide that it was time to work again."

"You could have rested, as well," he offered. "Even if you were given conflicting orders by me, I'm not going to punish you for following the more recent ones. I know I said you needed to finish by the end of the day, but I also said to stay together." He sighed again. "I commend your drive to finish up, but I have something in the works that requires first and foremost your patience, followed immediately by your ability to work as a team. I remember what you did for me in the wagon all those years ago, and what I did to you. If you still don't want to be slave, I have a way of making that happen. But in order to do that, you have to work with me. Deal?"

Apple Bloom tensed up. She very much wanted to accept, but her training prevented her from looking at him with incredulity. She kept her eyes on the hay scattered over the ground, thinking very seriously about how best to react. In order to show that she was willing to try patience, she took a deep breath and responded slowly. "I would enjoy that very much, Master Rumble."

"You don't look like you're excited."

"I am awaiting punishment, Master Rumble."

"Open your eyes, come here and sit between my knees."

Apple Bloom complied, finding that his big black cock had already slipped from its sheathe and pushed aside his loin cloth. He was dressed as a zebra, still, with his shin guards and bracers. The only thing he was missing was the mask, and it was possible that it was hanging in his bedroom.

She stared at the cock twitching in front of her. She didn't make a move, as she didn't know if he wanted her to rub it with her hands, squeeze it between her breasts, suck on it, or climb up on top and slide it up her arse. All she could do right now was stare, and note that it was, in her experience, just below average size.

"How experienced are you with blowjobs?" he asked. "I need to know how deep you can go."

Licking the bottom from the base to the tip, Apple Bloom swallowed the whole thing in three tries, then came back up and pushed all the way back down again. It was easier when wet. The next time she came up, he stopped her, just with the tip in her mouth, which she suckled on like a good slave.

"Well done. Are you familiar with morse code at all?"

"No, Master Rumble," she said, immediately reattaching her lips as soon as she was done.

"Go all the way down, then bob back up, then down, then come up with a slow lick, then take a breath."

Apple Bloom did as commanded. She wasn't sure what he was doing, as this can't have been a very good blowjob.

"Bob, then lick, lick then bob, and back up for air."

This was very confusing.

"Once more. Then, after you breathe, bob, lick, bob, bob, breathe. Then bob and breathe and kiss the tip."

The next set of instructions were equally odd. Lick, bob, bob, bob, breathe, bob, lick, bob, bob, breathe, lick, lick, lick, breathe, lick, lick, lick, breathe, lick, lick, breathe and finish by licking the balls. There seemed to be no order to it, but there had to have been. Why else would he have commanded such a strange order?

"Do you know what you just did?"

"Ah sucked your cock, Master Rumble."

"You did, yes, but you did even more than that. Your first commands were bob, lick and breathe. Do you know what that means?"

"No, Master Rumble."

"That's the letter A. What did you do next?"

"Ah don't remember, Master Rumble. Ah was followin' your orders, not memorizin' 'em. Ah'll do better next time."

"You next did P-P-L-E, then kissed the tip to show a space. You then communicated to me B-L-O-O-M. By licking my balls, you signaled to me that your sentence was done."

Apple Bloom's jaw dropped. She had a signature that she could put at the end of every session as she cleaned up her partner, be it her master or a guard.

Rumble smirked. "Surprised?"

"Very surprised, Master Rumble."

"Good. Now, just being able to speak your name in blowjobs is not enough to earn you freedom. In truth, I'm a member of a group of ponies and zebras looking to free ourselves from the control of the current emperor, Zaka. We are made up mostly of elevated slaves and lower-class zebras, but there are some nobles who are members that are vying for the throne. They'll help us if we can put them in power, but we have to help them. If you learn how to do this properly, Apple Bloom; if you learn how to send messages while giving head, then it doesn't matter if the guards are watching you, patting you down, or giving you a cavity check. They will not be able to force any information out of you."

"Thank you, Master Rumble."

He sighed. "Just Rumble is fine. I'm trying to set you free, here. Do you want in, or don't you?"

Apple Bloom nodded. "Yes, Ma-- Rumble."

He smiled, then brought her face down to his crotch again. "Keep practising. Bob, then lick, then breathe. That's the first letter of the alphabet. You have until I cum to say "a" as many times as you can."