Evening sets on the ruins of Fillydelphia, and despite the late hour, many of the slaves are still working. Night crews move about the slaver city preparing things for the morning; ensuring that food is distributed to those who have earned it, locking down the slave barracks, scheduling the work shifts for the next day and more.
One such slave is Band Aid, a small, young adult mare of fifteen with a gray coat and a redish-brown mane. She slowly works to stock up the supply cabinet at the medical station from the supply cart one of the other slaves had brought by. As she works, a bell chimes off in the distance and she freezes up, realizing she's late for meeting her master.
Band Aid puts all the speed she can into storing stuff in the cabinet. As she rushes, a watered-down healing potion slips from her hooves and the bottle shatters on the ground, making her eep. She finishes loading up the cabinet a little slower before working to clean up the mess. As she mops it up with a rag, she hears a pony clear their throat and looks up to see her master, holding his whip in his magic and staring down at her small form. She winces and bows her head.
"You're late, slave," he says as he idly twirls his whip in his cyan magic. His eyes narrow at her and his dark teal hoof taps on the ground. "And I see you've wasted supplies, as well." His whip cracks and leaves a small bleeding gash across her cheek. The strike causes her to cry out in pain. Still, she goes back to work and cleans up the mess quickly.
Once she's done, she moves quickly over to her master, head still bowed. He growls and leads her away toward his private shack. As they walk, another slave comes running at them, though the only indication they're a slave is the state of their coat. The slave's collar is missing, as evidence by the semi-clean ring around their neck. A moment later, another of the slavers rounds the corner, shouting after him and brandishing a gun.
Band Aid's master steps in, his whip cracking and striking the running slave's leg, sending him tumbling to the ground before he deliveres another strike to his exposed belly. The slaver that was chasing behind him comes sliding to a stop next to the downed slave.
"Thank you for intervening Cruel, didn't want to have to shoot the fucker," the slaver says as he re-collars the slave.
"You should have," Cruel says as he looks down at the other slaver. "Better he's dead than making a scene and inspiring resistance in the other slaves.” A small smirk crosses his lips. “All the same, if he wants to run, he can run to his heart's content in the pit."
"I don't think Shackles would be happy if you sent him to the pit," the other slaver says as he pulls up the scrawny green colt.
"Perhaps it is you that should go in the pit for letting him slip out of his collar and run away from you," Cruel growls as he cracks his whip in the air, making both the slaves and slaver wince.
"N-no," the slaver stutters, quickly recovering his composure. "I’ll make sure he learns his lesson. You can go back to whatever you were doing."
"Let another escape your care, and I will put you in the pit," Cruel says with a soft growl before walking away with Band Aid following close behind.
When they reach his personal shack, he opens the door and tosses Band Aid inside. Stepping in after her and closing the door, he plunges the room into darkness. He flicks a switch and a small light flickers on in the center of the room. The illumination reveals his bed, desk and the small sheet of corrugated steel that Band Aid usually sleeps on. It also reveals a set of four ropes hanging from the ceiling.
Cruel lifts Band Aid up in his magic and begins tying the ropes around her legs. The two on her forelegs are tied around her knees, forcing her legs to bend as he no longer supports her front half. The other two are tied tightly on her back legs so that she can't slip out of them by accident.
With her tied up like that, her legs are forced apart, revealing her young cunny. Cruel Lashing gives it a lick before he pulls a bit gag with an integrated blindfold from under his bed. He pulls back and looks at Band Aid with a harsh stare. "I have three rules, Band Aid. What are they?"
"A-always obey your c-command to the best of m-my ability," she says, stuttering a little as she speaks. "Return on t-time, and don't waste s-supplies."
"And you broke all of them," he responds as he walks around behind her. Leaning in, he whispers, "You know what that means."
His words force a whimper out of Band Aid before he puts on the gag and fastens it behind her head. Stepping back around, he pulls out his whip again and makes a hard strike against her left hind leg, leaving a bleeding gash where the barbed lash strikes. The pain makes Band Aid scream and cry into the gag, knowing this is only the beginning. Cruel gives her another lashing, this time hitting her left ear. More blood leaks from her body as he gives her a third lash on her right flank, followed by one on her belly. Her screams and cries, though muffled by the gag, are still loud.
"Band Aid, Band Aid, Band Aid… What am I going to do about you?" Cruel says before giving her a strike to the right foreleg. "I can't keep whipping you, eventually you'll bleed to death. If I opt not to punish you, you’ll never learn. You leave me with little option, so I'm going to have to fuck you."
He sets his whip down on his desk, and rears up to put his forelegs around her small barrel. His already hard cock presses against her, right between her small crotch tits, smearing a little of her blood on it as he grinds against her. After a moment, he pulls back and presses his tip into Band Aid's small snatch, prompting a cry of pain from her as he stretches her.
His shaft quickly bottoms out inside of her young cunt, and he holds himself there, letting out a groan of pleasure as her marehood tries to force him out. Slowly, he starts to pull back as she continues to whimper and cry in pain. When there's just an inch of his cock left inside her, he thrusts back in, drawing another cry of pain, though quieter than before. This time he doesn't pause before pulling back and thrusting forward again, working his way into a steady rhythm. Her cries and whimpers quiet down but don't go away entirely as he continues to thrust.
"It's a shame that I wasn’t the one to claim your virginity," Cruel says before delivering a hard thrust that makes Band Aid squeal into her gag. "Not that it would have been a pleasant experience for your first time. Don't worry about staying this way for too long, though. I'm going to pound your ass, next."
Band Aid whimpers and struggles feebly against the ropes holding her as Cruel chuckles and continues to fuck her. His thrusting slows down as he focuses on pounding her as deep and as hard as he can. Her walls constrict around him, trying to stop him as he batters the entrance to her womb. Each time he rams against her cervix, she whimpers louder, tears streaming down her cheeks as he continues his assault.
Small sputs of pre-cum add pricks of warmth to the pain Cruel's cock causes her. His dick twitches more and more as he continues to pump into her. His thrusts slowly lose force and gain speed as he grunts and pants. The spurts of pre-cum grow more frequent as he comes closer and closer to his climax.
Cruel lets out a low moan as his cock flares and he hammers into her with one last thrust. He holds himself there, his flared tpi nestled right against the entrance to her womb as he climaxes. His balls churn and his shaft pulses as wave after wave of hot spunk is pumped into his slave's womb. With her relatively small size, her womb quickly fills and begins to expand slightly. A small but noticeable bulge forms in her belly before Cruel pulls back.
Dropping back to the ground, Cruel steps back to admire his work. The small bulge in her belly makes him smile. "Mmm… I do hope I haven't bred you, it'd be a shame to have to put you in the care of Red Eye's teachers until the foal is born. Then again, there are potions and other means to prevent that, but those are reserved for good slaves. Are you a a good slave?"
Band Aid nods as best she can.
"I expect you to prove it," Cruel says as he steps closer and runs his hoof over one of her wounds, making her whimper. "I expect you to follow my rules to a T. I expect you to obey my every command. If I tell you to fight, you fight as hard as you can. If I tell you to run, you run as fast as you can. And if I tell you to suck me off in front of Red Eye himself, you suck as hard as you can. Am I understood?"
Band Aid nods vigorously.
"Good." Cruel rears up and wraps his hooves around her again. This time, he presses his cock against her asshole, pushing in slower than he had with her cunt. Her tight anal passage squeezes against the unwelcome intruder, but ultimately is unable to stop him from forcing most of his cock inside her.
He doesn't pause to let her adjust to it and just starts thrusting. Band Aid whimpers a little as he thrusts into her, her walls squeezing his cock subconsciously as she struggles to hold back more tears.
Cruel continues to fuck her, his hips clapping against her ass. His cock grinds hard against her anal walls, making her whimper a little louder. She even lets out a quiet squeak as his hoof presses against one of the bleeding lashes on her flank.
His thrusting slowly builds into a savage hammering of her ass, the sound of his hips clapping against hers doubles as he quickly works towards another orgasm. With a loud groan and a couple more hard thrusts, Cruel buries himself inside his slave’s ass and unloads his second load into her. Spurt after spurt of warm spunk pumps into her intestines, making her whimper from the sudden rush of heat.
As Cruel’s oragam winds down, he pulls out of her, the last shot of his spunk splattering onto her thigh. “You did well enough,” he says as he undoes the ropes, removes her gag and lets her drop to the floor. “Now, clean me up and you may rest.”
Band Aid rolls onto her legs and crawls over to him. With her small size, she easily slips between his legs and begins to gently suck on his cock. The taste of her ass makes her gag slightly but she obeys her master, working his shaft into her throat only to have to pull back as she starts to choke on it. After a moment of catching her breath, she tries again, sinking more of his cock into her throat this time, though she still ends up choking and having to pull back.
“That’s enough, you’ve earned your rest.” Cruel pulls back from her and stores the gag and blindfold headpiece back where it came from.
“Thank you, Master,” she replies, heading over to her sheet metal bed and ragged cloth covering. Her eyes are closed and she’s out like a light the second her head hits the pillow.
Cruel snorts and heads to his own—far nicer—bed. Lying down and listening to the sounds of the night shift working, the occasional cry of a disobedient slave being whipped, and the gears of industry turning, he drifts off to sleep.
