Survival Through Resignation

Apple Bloom stared at the floor of the carriage, holding back her tears. The party had been two days ago, and she'd been absent all that time. She had nervously tried to back away to escape Zaka's line of sight, and had tripped over a guard, kicking him in the process. While she had begged his forgiveness and offered to suck his dick to make up for it, he was having none of that, and took her aside to give her a good spanking. When he was done, he had offered her up to the other guards, who had held her and used her. Even as she begged to go back home, they scolded her for inferring that under them was not her home.

It was a few days before one of them noticed that she didn't actually belong to the duke; Rumble's mark was kind of similar. He reported this to the duke, who opted to personally escort her back to Appleford, as he needed to speak with Rumble.

"Why should you be so upset?" asked the duke, drawing Apple Bloom out of her thoughts. "You haven't even thanked me yet."

Without a word, Apple Bloom sank to her knees and pushed his loin cloth aside. "Thank you, sir," she said, kissing his cock. "Thank you for taking me from the guards. Thank you for bringing me back to Appleford. Thank you for letting me be near you. Thank you for letting me suck your cock." Between each sentence, she gave him another kiss, and at the last one, she sucked him into her mouth. As she didn't have to deliver a message this time, she just went for what she thought would feel good.

The duke let out a satisfied moan. He leaned back and enjoyed himself. "It's been a few months since that town was restored. Tell me, do you like living in Appleford?"

"Yes, sir," she said, only coming up long enough to speak before going right back down.

"You're a pleasant little whore. What about the town do you adore?"

Apple Bloom had to switch to a rubbing it with her breasts. "The whole place is very clean, from the buildings to the air. My master treats us better than my old masters did, and the other girls are very friendly."

"You tell me that he treats you good, but that may be a bit misunderstood. If his grace, as you claim, is ample, why don't you give me a good example?"

Apple Bloom swallowed. The claim she was about to make was a bold one, but she was a bold mare. "When the guards pull us aside to pleasure them, they are not allowed to beat us for not finishing our work in a timely manner, at least insofar as the time we set aside for them."

The duke chuckled, meaning he both understood to what she was referring, and also forgave her brashness. "And what of your master? Rumble, I think? How well do both of your personalities sync?"

"He says regularly that I do a good job, sir. I know he thinks I need more training, but he praises me when I do well, and when I do poorly, he makes me do it again over and over until I can do it properly."

"You seem to enjoy Appleford. Would you do more to please your lord?"

"I do owe him that much, after all..."

The duke looked out the window. "We'll be arriving soon; pick up the pace. I want you to wear it all over your face."

Apple Bloom did as she was told, and when the carriage came to a stop, she kneeled down behind the duke when he stepped out of the carriage. Her face turned red as Rumble approached.

"Where have you been, Apple Bloom?!" he demanded. "You're two days late!"

"My apologies, master," she answered. "It won't happen again."

"Don't berate her to hard," smirked the duke, placing a hand on Rumble's shoulder, "it wasn't her fault that a bunch of my guards locked her up in a vault. If she can be believed, she tried to come back, but her weekend was a blur of just white and black."

Rumble looked down at Apple Bloom. She was the most diligent, well-behaved and fair worker he had. She was covered head to toe in cum and seemed as if she was about to cry. She loved being here, and she would likely try to come back if she could.

"Go hose yourself off," he said finally, "then report to my farmhouse for your report."

"Yes, Master," she said, walking off.

"She didn't cause you too much trouble, did she?" asked Rumble as she walked away.

"No, not at all," answered the duke, grabbing his shoulder and walking in the opposite direction. "Her boobjob was bliss. But if I hadn't found her, she'd be drowning in..."

They were too far away to hear now. It wasn't Apple Bloom's place to listen in, but to clean herself. Rumble would decide what to do with her later.

She stepped into the shower. The water was exceptionally cold as it ran across her skin, but she was glad to have it, as well as a long-handled brush to scrub away the residue. As it disappeared, so did the makeup she'd been wearing, and she was finally allowed to take her mane out of that tangled weave. Her mane had been bound so tightly to her scalp and pulled over and over that the entire area was sore, and a look in the mirror showed several small bruises, as well as a big one on her cheek from being repeatedly slapped by the guards.

Once she was clean, she made her way to Rumble's farmhouse. It was similar to the slave quarters, but much larger. He had his own lavatory with an included bathtub and shower, a kitchenette, a bedroom all to himself with a big bed, and a red room in which to punish bad slaves, which he usually opted to do out in the barn. In most circumstances, he wanted to keep the slaves out of his house unless they were cleaning it, which was not done very often. She situated herself in the restraints, waiting for him to either strap her down for a good whipping, or order her to do something else.

"--hold the line steady," finished the duke, stepping out of Rumble's bedroom. "And it seems to be that she is ready."

Rumble followed the duke out into the red room. "I'll start immediately, master. I will have at least two by the end of the day. I think five is where I will stop for now, and I'll let you know if that changes."