Cruel Lashing sighs as he looks over his new slave, cowering before him. He swishes his whip through the air, a resounding crack echoing through the small room as he makes a bleeding gash across her cheek. Blood trickles down the slaves blue coated cheek as she whimpers and cries.
“Let’s try this again, Slave, what is my name?” Cruel asks, his voice cold and callous.
“M-master.” She whimpers out, shaking so hard her blue and white striped mane sways slightly.
“And what if your name?” He asks, brandishing the whip.
“Blu-”
His whip makes another strike across her face, cutting a gash into her muzzle that draws a scream from her as more blood drips onto the floor.
“Wrong again, Slave.” Cruel hisses, “Your name is Slave, and that us what it will be until you’ve earned the right to have your name back. Band Aid, tend to her wounds.”
Band Aid, his grey coated and dull red maned slave, quietly moves over to his new slave and begins to tend to her wounds. Bandages are applied to the wounds on her face, stopping the bleeding and making sure they don’t get infected. When she’s done Cruel points off to the side of the room again.
“Now, again, what is my name?” Cruel asks, pulling the whip back, ready to strike.
“Master,” she replies quietly.
“Louder, Slave.” Cruel waves his whip threateningly.
“M-master!” She shouts.
“And your name?”
“S-s-slave, Master.” Her voice quavers with fear but she pushes the word out anyway.
“And what is your job?” He brings the whip up to rub along her chin.
She gulps hard, trebling as the whip rubs against her chin, the barbs raking through her coat and scraping against her chin. “I-I don’t know, Master.”
Cruel shakes his head and draws his whip back, “Wrong answer, Slave.”
“I’m sorry Master! Please don’t whip me, I’ll do anything Master!” She screams, pressing her head against the ground and waiting for the whip to hit her.
“You got there in the end, salve. The answer is, “Anything you want, Master.” However, you only answered as I went to punish you, which means you still need to be punished.” Cruel says before striking her across the back with his whip. “Now, what is your job?”
“Anything you want, Master.” Slave whimpers, her head still pressed against the ground.
“Good slave. Band Aid, patch her up.” Cruel says as he walks over to the bed and takes a seat on the edge.
Band Aid tends to the slave, patching up the whip strike on her back like she did with the other wounds. Once she’s done the two of them look over to their Master, who beckons them over as he spreads his legs, revealing his semi-hard cock. Band Aid leads the new slave over to their Master. Once the two of them are between his legs, Band Aid uses her hoof to hold up her Master’s cock, giving the new slave a push towards it with her other forehoof.
The new slave swallows as she brings her lips to the tip of his cock. The gentle ‘kiss’ earns her a twitch from his cock. She hesitates for a moment until she feels her Master’s whip rub against her flank. She quickly slips his cock into her mouth sucking on it gently as Band Aid lets go of her head.
While the slave works, Band Aid licks her way down her Master’s cock, slipping under his cock to suckle on his balls. Her tongue swirls around one of his orbs as her hoof works on the other. Her Master’s moans make her work a bit harder, suckling harder on his balls while working them with her tongue.
The new slave slowly bobs her head up and down on the first few inches of her Master’s cock. She runs her tongue across the tip of his cock every time she pulls back. His cock gives a spurt of precum onto her tongue as she works. The pleased groans from her Master makes her look up at her master. His lusty stare makes her avert her eyes and continue to work on his cock.
Cruel pets both of his slave’s manes as they work, their combined attention has his cock twitching and spurting precum into his new slave’s mouth. His magic gently grabs both of their manes and pulls them off of his cock, looking down at them. “I want you two to lick my cock until I paint your face’s white.”
The pair of them nod, and begin to lick the tip of his cock. Their tongues gently caress the tip of his cock, teasing the sides of it as their master moans softly. His magic begins to tease his balls as they work. “Good slaves.”
Hearing this Band Aid works harder and nudges the new slave to get her working harder as well. Both of them suckle on the tip of the cock, their tongues licking around the tip and occasionally kissing around the tip of the cock. His cock spurts a dollop of precum onto their tongues, the pair of them quickly lapping up the salty treat. As they work their master’s cock begins to flare, and he pulls them off of it.
Cruel’s magic moves to his cock, stroking it as he aims it at their faces. After a couple of seconds his balls clench and his cock twitches, the first strand of spunk splattering onto his new slave’s face. The next couple of shots plaster Band Aid’s face, forcing her to close her eyes. A fourth and fifth shot splatter the new slave’s face, some getting into her mane. After which his orgasm subsides, leaving him panting as he stares down at his freshly painted slaves.
“You two look good like that, however, you need to clean yourselves up. We have to move on later, I have slaves to collect for Red Eye,” Cruel says as he leans back, watching what they do.
Band Aid leans over to the new slave and starts to lick the spunk off of her face. Her tongue runs along the slave’s muzzle scooping up the spunk and swallowing it as she works. It’s a slow process, but Band Aid finishes cleaning up the new slave’s face. When she’s done the new slave takes her turn cleaning up Band Aid’s face. The new slave works her tongue gently and slowly, making sure to get every drop.
“Good, now get some rest.” Cruel says as he climbs fully onto the bed.
Band Aid climbs up onto the bed next to her master and lays down with him. His new slave goes to join them but Cruel shakes his head. “You have to earn your place. Today was a good first step toward doing so. For now you will sleep on the floor.”
The new slave nods and lays down on the floor next to the bed. The three of them drift off to sleep.
