Fluttershy felt uneasy. Spoiled Rich was acting odd. The last time she was met with such a stare was when they first met.

Fluttershy was incentivized to move past the pony guarding the door so that she was forced to meet her gaze as she passed. The door was hastily closed behind her and Mrs. Rich didn’t say a word, her presence chilling to the bone.

It made Fluttershy uneasy, turning to face her on instinct, like a woeful filly caught in the act and ready to run.

Aside from stripping Fluttershy naked with her detesting stare, Mrs. Rich didn't so much as move a muscle; stood with her back to the door with her arms crossed, legs akimbo, like a troll guarding its bridge.

There was an elongated silence before Fluttershy began to speak, only to be immediately cut off by the eerily calm voice of Spoiled Rich.

“S-so, wh-”

“You will accompany me today. I have a few spots I need to see cleaned thoroughly,” cooed Spoiled Rich rhythmically, putting emphasis on each word as to make her instructions as clear as possible, however patronizing it must’ve sounded .

She then started to walk directly down the foyer without checking to see if Fluttershy was following. Of course she was. If it were not for the need to breathe Fluttershy would have silently minced behind her employer the entire way. Instead, she tried to keep her nervous panting to a minimum before stopping abruptly at Spoiled Rich’s heels, like some obedient pet.

“Go, get changed, I will wait”

Fluttershy did as she asked, her hands shaking as she opened the door to her right to enter the room. Putting on the dress, she clamped her palms around her cheeks and relieved her anxiety through blatantly unhelpful self-reasoning and a deep sigh.

Upon leaving, a squeeze bottle filled with cleaning solution along with a rag was placed into either hand, leaving the already startled Fluttershy a little slow to react. She grasped the items tight and looked up at her employer with a nervous expression.

“Come, let me show you what needs cleaning,” Spoke Mrs.Rich softly.

Fluttershy followed her to the familiar kitchen, where she took a seat on the other side of the kitchen's large counter. Fluttershy stood across the table, looking down at Mrs. Rich, who carefully extended her pointer finger towards a smear on the table.

Without instruction, Fluttershy leaned forward hesitantly and looked into Mrs. Rich’s eyes for confirmation, and received an unchanging expression in response. Fluttershy frowned and acted upon intuition, squeezing some of the fluid onto the spot.

The sound of the bottle squeaking in the silence was like a nail down a chalkboard. The scent of the cleaning fluid was acrid and burned fluttershy’s throat, making her cough awkwardly as she began to rub the damp rag into the stain.

“You know Fluttershy, sometimes i feel there is a lot of disconnect between me and the ponies of Ponyville”, said Mrs. Rich spontaneously.

“H-how so?” Fluttershy nervously mumbled out in response

“Well, we are so abundantly wealthy… people seem to have this idea that we won't notice when things go missing. Sure, the occasional ingredient from the pantry, or a bottle of Cider from the cellar,” Mrs. Rich exclaimed, only pausing to laugh jauntily to herself.

“But when diamonds go missing, even someone with a name like filthy rich begins to notice. And not just diamonds, but broaches and even that one earring you deliberately place in the weirdest place to see if you're being secretly robbed. Do you know what I mean, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy’s expression was vacant, like a deer in headlights. She had stopped rubbing the damp rag into the eradicated stain and stared with this pitiful look, knowing she had been caught. Her legs began to violently shake underneath her as she tried to speak.

“I-i w-would ne-”

Fluttershy tried to stutter out her defense once again, only to be interrupted by Mrs. Rich suddenly grasping at her wrists in a fit of sudden, unprecedented rage. She pulled fluttershy into the table and held her wrists there, arms extended.

Fluttershy began to panic and pull away.

A phantom hand clasped around her maw from behind, holding a damp rag with an acrid smell that made Fluttershy wince as she was forced to breathe it in. In a matter of moments, the poor housemaid was thrashing around, screaming and trying to escape this large body pinning her to the table, hand clasped around her face.

The more she panicked, the harder she inhaled, until her head throbbed with pain and her vision began to blur. Her hands were totally trapped under Mrs. Rich’s fierce grasp, flexing her fingers, and shaking violently as her muffled cries dulled down to sedated whimpers.

Fluttershy was able to hear her accuser's final words as her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Do you know what we do to liars and thieves, cunt?”

Fluttershy’s hazy awakening was met with amnesia and darkness. Her head pounded with an intense pressure that she attempted to sooth by rubbing her head.

Yet, her arms wouldn't budge.

The floor under her was cold and hard. She was naked, but felt dressed in certain places.

As her body began to initiate itself to move, multiple things became apparent.

Her jaw clenched down into a familiar, firm rubber ball that squeaked. A coating of saliva caused the ball to slide further into her mouth as she tried to close her jaw. She let out a panicked whimper and tried to remove the gag.

Her arms wouldn’t budge.

Her wings had been stuffed into leather wing binders, a common pegasus restraint, perfectly sealed shut with belts to keep tension on them, preventing them from moving at all.

A tall, thick leather collar clamped around her neck tightly. Each gulp was a strained agony. What little movement it allowed, was neither enough to remove her leather blindfold rubbing it against the floor, or enough to move her head at all for that matter.

She laid on her side and tried to move her feet. They felt like they were wrapped in leather at a sharp inclination downwards, and when she tried to return them to their natural position, she was met with defeat.

She tried to shuffle her legs apart, hearing a chain drag across the floor. She discovered she could not open her legs any wider than a couple of inches at most.

Her hands were bundled into fists and covered with tape. She could still articulate her wrists but found them cuffed and constrained by something connecting the two, like a long metal bar, allowing her arms to remain parallel to one another, either side of her body, bent forwards at a right angle between her forearm and upper arm.

When she tried to move her arms forward, a metal bar pressed into her back. The bar itself joined another pair of thick cuffs just above her elbows, leaving her no room to move, in any way.

Amongst all these heavy restraints, Fluttershy noticed something pleasant buried under an apparent heavy metal belt around her waist. She clenched her thighs together and discovered something plunged deep in the holes between her legs. Her sex clenched around the foreign object crudely shoved inside of her, making her shudder and moan. The toy in her ass was no less pleasant, making her feel full.

The depravity and panic alone sent her stomach into knots. Despite all this, a gentle tingle of pleasure rippled up her spine.

Am I enjoying this?

She wanted to puke.

Without warning her toys suddenly burst into life.

Despite how little she could do to free herself, in the moment, every muscle in her body went into immediate panic. Her thighs cramped and her back arched, pressing into the cold metal bar keeping her fragile arms in check. Her balled up hands flailed and her throat croaked out a muffled squeal.

She clenched around the toys, and lost composure almost instantly as they began to violently vibrate.

Fluttershy screamed like a banshee and began to flail some more, eventually dialing it back some, leaving her shaking and terrified.

Her toys turned off soon after, with her panting and writhing, tears flooding the back of her blindfold.

She was already exhausted and wanted to go home.

The sound of a wooden door opening made her rigid, half expecting someone to come save her. She began to whimper like a wounded animal, trying to turn towards the source of the noise, only to be met by the recognisable, bone-chilling laughter of her captor.

“Go on, take off her blindfold. And stand her up”

Fluttershy was met by a pair of familiar, masculine hands. She was hoisted to her feet as if she weighed nothing. A loose rope was pulled around Fluttershy’s collared neck and hoisted to something above her, forcing her to stand on new, uneven footing.

Initially she stumbled upon realizing she was wearing boots of some kind, tripping and forcing the rope to choke her as it supported her weight. Laughter from her captors followed as her choked gasps filled the room.

Eventually she was corrected by the same pair of hands, until she was able to stay in one spot. The blindfold was removed and immediately, Fluttershy’s dilated eyes darted around the room. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to keep herself from hyperventilating.

The room itself was a large gray cube, devoid of anything roseate. The place was littered with anchor points, industrial caged lights covering the high walls. The door was one large wooden slab with little more than bolts for handles.

Between her and the door, Filthy and Spoiled Rich stood side by side, sneering at her. Filthy was naked, letting his length swing freely in front of the petrified Fluttershy. Spoiled Rich was a little more classy, wearing a shiny black latex leotard, matching gloves and heeled, thigh-high boots to match. She had her arms crossed with a flogger in one hand and a remote in the other.

Fluttershy immediately tried to reason with her captors, mumbling garbled pleas into her gag, only to be met by a sudden muscle-rendering electric shock. She squealed, much to Spoiled Rich’s delight.

She approached Fluttershy, making her panic and lose her balance slightly. The rope around her neck tightened.

“Oh Fluttershy. I never took you for a thief. And you went and abused that trust”

Spoiled Rich extended her rubbery palm and cupped the side of Fluttershy’s drooling, gagged lips, rubbing her cheeks with a thumb and staring with a cold, sadistic smile that achieved all that was intended by it; terrifying the poor, trembling pony.

“And thieves need to serve their time. But there aren't enough hours in the day for you to repay back what you owe simply dusting a few shelves”

As she spoke, Spoiled rich extended her finger over Fluttershy’s gagged lips, playing with them delicately.

“So here is what is going to happen sweetie. You will stay here, indefinitely. My husband will come in and feed you, and play with you. I will take back what I owe in the form of dignity, torment, and pain…”

She trailed off her words with a hiss, sending a shudder down Fluttershy’s back. Her gag was then pried from her mouth by her captors rubbery fingers, and Fluttershy took that as a chance almost immediately.

“P-please I-I-” Fluttershy tried to argue in her pathetic, whiny tone.

A sudden electric shock left her suddenly unable to speak, gasping for air as she winced and jerked on the spot, almost losing her balance, her noose tightening slightly.

“No , this isn't how this works sweetie. You use those lips to thank your new mistress or to eat… now, are you hungry? Sure you are…” Spoiled Rich mocked with a blatantly patronizing tone.

The rope was loosened from the support in the concrete roof to allow fluttershy to drop to her knees before Filthy Rich, who had stayed silent this entire time, eyeing her up while his naked length hardened right before her eyes. Fluttershy was in pain. Her arms ached, her neck was sore and her knees were crushed from the short fall, but she couldn’t help question the nagging presence of arousal keeping her in this hazy state of submission.

“Go on Flutterslut, enjoy your meal”

A less-than gentle slap to the back of the head was enough to snap Fluttershy out of her haze.

Filthy Rich approached and Fluttershy tried to turn her head, whimpering as she failed to do so. Without pause, Filthy Rich forced the tip of his length between the mare’s saliva coated lips, prying her jaw open as she looked to his wife who dangled a ring-gag just in view of fluttershy’s vision.

“Come on sweetie. We do this the easy way, or the hard way”.

Tears rolled down Fluttershy’s face as she reluctantly relaxed her jaw. The chemical taste coating the stallion's length immediately made her gag, his tip rolling across the back of her tongue as it made its way down her throat like a slug. She made no attempt to pleasure the stallion, barely able to keep herself from whimpering and retching.

To no benefit of her own, her retching fit turned her face red and forced her throat to tense hard around the foreign object, confused as to whether it needed to be swallowed or repulsed.

A hand clasped the back of Fluttershy’s head, clutching her groomed mane tightly. Her throat became the victim of a harsh pounding that ended after only a few minutes.

To Fluttershy, it felt like an eternity.

The naked stallion grunted and pushed his hips hard into Fluttershy’s face. Pressing her nose into his thick bush, he exerted a final, strained moan before unloading ropes of salty, viscous fluid down the Bound mare’s gullet, making her gulp harshly as her nostrils flared for air. His length soon left her throat and she gasped, mouth agape with the acetous taste of his seed on her tongue.

As soon as Filthy Rich stepped back, his wife interposed the two, immediately reaching down to grab a handful of Fluttershy's mane. Her fist held on tightly as she pulled hard.

“Where are your manners, whore?”

Another instructive tug coaxed a squeal from the bound mare.

“You say, ‘thank you mistress’, got it?” She persisted, as she pulled her hair tighter.

Another series of aerated whimpers caused Fluttershy to jolt upwards to ease the sore pain in her scalp.

“Thank you mistress!” Fluttershy babbled hastily between short, rapid gasps.

Spoiled Rich let Fluttershy’s hair fall down messily around her face. She shook her hand to free it of the remaining hairs she had yanked from her scalp.

“We are done here…” Scowled Spoiled Rich, quickly retrieving and pushing the ball gag between fluttershy’s lips. She pulled the straps tight and turned to her husband who she quickly snatched a leather hood from. She wrapped it around fluttershy’s head, making her whimper in pain as the tight leather pushed hard around her face.

The once distinctly familiar fluttershy was now buried under a thick layer of pitch black leather, obscuring her vision and rendering her unrecognizable; akin to a mannequin with only small brass eyelets where her nostrils should have been.

A firm, and unexpected kick was planted under the yellow mare’s ribs shortly after, making her howl in pain before collapsing on her side; metal restraints clanking as she hit the floor.

The rope from the rafters loosened and fell down on the side of her head, noose still tightly fastened around her neck.

As she lay there, now sobbing behind the veil of her mask, two couple’s footsteps began to disappear into the distance before the room's doors’ closing meant fluttershy was alone.

She shuffled her aching feet along the stoney ground, chains jangling as an air of trepidation began to bubble inside of her.

Oh goodness, what have I done? Angel, everyone…

Her moment of brooding was yet again cut short as a sudden harmony of vibrations began to emerge from her core, taking the wind out of her lungs as she laid there. She had forgotten about the objects stuffed inside of her less-than explored holes.

She groaned tiredly in complaint and shuffled around the floor, trying her best to sprawl and relieve the pressure in her pussy.

Hours had passed and she was growing more tired and hungry, unable to keep her train of thought as the devices tormented her. She tried to avoid clenching on account of the vibration’s intensity, but every stifling breath through her hood was frustrating enough to cause a small outburst.

She would thrash on these occasions, screaming into her gag and squeezing her legs tight as she threw herself around, trying to find a moment of respite. She was punished with each attempt, as if she were running into an electric fence over and over.

Some perverted inkling in her mind tried to convince her that she enjoyed this situation, but reflections from her guilty conscience subdued them like water over an ever growing fire.

Orgasm after orgasm rippled through her, and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

She eventually passed out, dehydration, or simply exhaustion. But not for long.

Eventually she awoke in a haze. The inside of her hood had become damp from condensation and drool. Her eyes were heavy, her ass was sore and her labia throbbed. Fortunately for her, the toys had become still. But she could hear the muffled voices of Spoiled Rich once more.

Fluttershy curled into a ball and tensed her abdomen, expecting another violent kick to the ribs. Instead she was hauled to her feet.

She flinched as a set of hands went to remove her hood. Once light began to pour in, she winced for a moment before looking around the best she could. Filthy Rich stood there with a grin on his face, his shaft probing Fluttershy’s stomach as she stood there , drooling and whining under her breath.

Holding onto the bar behind Fluttershy’s back, was Spoiled Rich. she chuckled softly with a sadistic grin that fluttershy could only see out of the very corner of her eye.

“Good morning sweetie. I hope you’re hungry,” She cooed tauntingly.

Fluttershy hated this more than anything she had experienced before. The thought of a rancid, unwashed cock was already making her gag, but her stomach grumbled at the thought.

Spoiled Rich burst into hysterics, making Fluttershy wince once again.

“Look how hungry she is for cum. It's only your second day and you're already begging for my husband's cum”

The word alone made Fluttershy shudder. Saying it again only made things worse as she failed to repress the acidic taste across her tongue.

Fluttershy was forced to her knees like the day before. Her gag was removed, and before she had a chance to speak, a metal ring clinked off of her teeth; Spoiled Rich hastily managed to force the ring of a large spider gag into her mouth, while Fluttershy looked detestfully at Filthy Rich’s unkempt groin .

Exterior metal bevels depressed her lips, keeping her mouth open and still. Fluttershy let out a garbled protest before Filthy Rich had taken it upon himself to silence her.

She immediately wretched.

He made no effort to be gentle or careful, dragging his musky length across her tongue before burying it in her throat with a harsh thrust. His movements were boring and monotonous, but he wasn’t making an effort to appeal to their captive.

This room had its silence accompanied by the sounds of gulping and moist squelching.

Fluttershy soon finished her ‘meal’ with Filthy Rich dragging his cum coated tip across her tongue after pumping a few more ropes down the mare's throat. She continued to drool, her eyes sagging and her body swaying nauseously. Her expression looked miserable, but she was too dehydrated to cry.

Spoiled Rich entered the scene once more, clutching Fluttershy by the hair and appearing in front of her, dressed in that shiny leotard as if she were trying to make some impression upon her captive.

“Well?” Spoiled Rich bellowed interrogatively.

“Thank you… mistress,” Fluttershy replied with a low-effort mumble.

The spider gag was removed and Fluttershy pulled her tongue back into her mouth, gulping hard and appreciating what little moisture her semen-saturated tongue had to offer.

“If you are a good girl, we might let you come out to play. For now, you need your rest”

Spoiled Rich then reached into the bag she had beside her, revealing a large leather mass: a muzzle with a connected harness and a matching, veiny, black silicone dildo hanging from its base, anchored to the inside of the muzzle.

“Now, we will give you a few days to practice,” Said Spoiled Rich with an exaggerated tone and that smug look that painted her pale pink face.

The toy was soon forced into Fluttershy's mouth and deep into her throat without resistance. She only gagged once as the muzzle was shuffled into place over her maw and the harness strapped tightly around her head.

Her black hood returned once more, and without the brutal send off of a kick to the abdomen, Fluttershy herself slumped over and listened to her captors leave.

Beneath the belt, once again, her toys went back to it, giving her brutal orgasm after orgasm for the rest of her restless nights.

She had passed out multiple times over the two days; she barely had the faculty to care where she was or what was happening to her.

All her mind could think of was her parched mouth and pounding headache. She tried to suckle on the lifeless cock in her throat, much preferring it over the stallion's length, but she hardly had the energy.

Eventually she was hoisted to her knees. If it weren't for the collar around her neck, her head would have slumped off to the side, defeated. Her hood was removed and in view of Spoiled Rich’s glossy stomach, she felt her hands removing her muzzle.

As the toy was pulled from her throat, strings of congealed saliva followed along with it
draping down Fluttershy’s chin.

Fluttershy’s eyes didn't move to meet her captor, who generously lowered a bottle of water to Fluttershy’s lips. At first it didn’t register but as soon as the moisture hit her tongue, the invigorating sensation of hydration swamped her broken mind.

She hungrily began to suckle at the bottle, washing down the nasty solidified semen and saliva from the back of her throat.

“T-thank you,” Fluttershy muttered, raising her eyes finally to the disdainful gaze of Spoiled Rich.

Spoiled Rich was looking elsewhere and soon fluttershy could feel the tip of her boot pressing her thighs apart. Spoiled Rich scoffed softly.

“You pissed yourself? Fucking animal…”

Fluttershy averted her gaze once more, shivering on the spot. She hadn't even noticed it herself, being laid there in her own filth, like an animal. Even the animals she cared for hadn't experienced such indecencies.

Her mind began to wander to thoughts of her friends.

“My husband wants you to live upstairs from now on. We have a perfect little space for you. Consider yourself lucky”

Her tone was far less harsh by this point, but Fluttershy didn't want to meet her gaze or anger her, and simply responded in the only way she knew how.

“T-thank you mistress”

There was a moment of silence before she was hauled to her feet and pulled along. It had been the first time she was allowed to walk since being captured, and on her first couple of steps, immediately tumbled into the arms of Spoiled Rich who let out an agitated scoff before pulling her along some more.

Luckily Fluttershy was a Quick learner and managed to battle the stairs with ease, seeing her first ray of sunlight in a while. As they left through a trapdoor Fluttershy was quickly able to discern that they had left from a storage closet adjacent to the kitchen, most likely an old wine cellar that they hadn’t used.

She walked through the familiar house and struggled up the stairs to the bathroom where a now dressed Filthy Rich was there to see her. Fluttershy winced at the sight of him, but was pushed forward into the wet room by Spoiled Rich. Fluttershy was left to stand independently, and before she was able to fully turn around to address the two, she was sprayed by a jet of water.

Icy cold jets snapped against her fragile skin, making her stumble into the wall, only to now lean on it for support. She had her eyes closed nearly the whole time, opting to hug the corner of the room as she was assaulted by a steady stream of pressurized water.

Despite all the discomforts, Fluttershy willfully prayed to her animal friends to have a little more patience.

Eventually the jet stream stopped and the couple approached. Spoiled Rich hoisted Fluttershy from the tiled wall while Filthy Rich used a key to carefully remove her belt, boots, restraints and collar, all at once. She groaned and tried to move her arms into her chest.

Her wrists and upper arms were bruised from struggling, with distinct, cuff-like marks.

Her neck was damp and weak from excessive wearing of a posture collar. She was shaking at this point, relieved of her belt which gushed fluids as her toys were pulled from their holes. Fluttershy moaned softly under her breath.

Now naked, with still taped hands and bruised arms, the couple silently and aggressively dried her down until she felt a little more like a pony than an animal.

“What now?” asked Spoiled Rich calmly.

“I’d like her back in her work uniform. She looks really cute in it”, Replied Filthy Rich.

Spoiled Rich scoffed and left the room momentarily, returning soon after with Fluttershy’s worn dress in hand. She threw it to the smirking stallion before joining his side.

“Happy?”

Filthy Rich didn’t respond, chuckling to himself as he approached the frigid mare, standing less than a hair's width from her. He shoved the dress into her arms. She meekly looked up with a perplexed, yet frightened expression. She held it between her taped nubs for a moment before Filthy Rich took it back from her, not breaking his gaze for even a moment.

“Right, you can’t dress yourself with hands like that, poor girl. Let me help you,” he said sinisterly.

Fluttershy hadn’t the defiance nor the strength to resist as her dress was tugged from her hands.

Her shoulder was grabbed and she was soon turned to face the wall. One by one, her arms were pulled up the wall, meriting a shudder as Filthy Rich’s hands grasped her hips and pulled her back, leaving her arms trembling in the air.

The dress was then pulled over her arms and head, and with little resistance, slipped right over her body. As had come to expect, the dress barely fit and strained at her chest as it was zipped up.

She found comfort in being clothed once more, reveling in the luxury like a warm blanket.

Filthy Rich grasped her hands once more, only to force them behind her back. Curiosity caused the mare to turn her head, allowing her to watch as Spoiled Rich presented a large leather sleeve complete with straps and buckles.

The sleeve was pulled up Fluttershy’s conjoined arms by the couple, pressing them together behind her back. She whimpered slightly as the leather’s laces were pulled tight along with a series of thick straps across her shoulders and chest to prevent the armbinder being pulled down.

Straps taut across Fluttershy’s shoulders and chest caused her to huff slightly as her torso expanded into them, making the harness creek painfully. She winced at the tightness of her new restraint, attempting to wiggle her arms some.

A reminding smack came to the side of her head and she froze in place once more.

“I didn't say move, did I?” Growled Spoiled Rich rhetorically.

Fluttershy whimpered meekly in response.

A tall leather collar was soon wrapped around her neck from behind, squeezing her like an invisible hand. She felt metal prongs dig into her neck. She saw the distorted blinking red light from the reflection in the glossy white tiles of the bathroom wall.

Much like before, this additional restraint forced her head up.

“Posture is important for a maid, and so is obedience. This ensures both”, Spoiled Rich instructed sternly.

The couple then turned the dressed girl around, prompting her to drop her gaze to the bathroom floor almost immediately. She raised them only as Spoiled Rich approached, clutching the straps of a ball gag that she pushed towards Fluttershy’s head. Her mouth opened automatically now.

The second the ball touched her tongue; grazed against her teeth, she shuddered.

“Show it to its bedroom, I promised to take Diamond to the jewelers today,” Spoiled Rich announced as she departed from the bathroom, rubbing her hands on a towelette as she did so.

Fluttershy Remained quiet as a finger hooked the loop on the front of her collar and began to drag her out of the bathroom. She followed obediently, trying not to draw too much attention to herself.

They stopped at the foot of the couples bedroom door. Once opened, the recognisable layout of their bedroom was an obvious sight. This time however, there was a padded metal kennel at the end of the room.

Filthy Rich didn’t say a word as he led Fluttershy to the door of her new home, quickly checking his pockets before turning to walk towards his bedside cabinet, most likely to retrieve a key.

This was her chance.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her eyes dilated and she trembled intensely. She began to take steps backwards, keeping her feet as quiet as possible as she made her way to the door. She quickly left through it, hopping down the coridoor to find the stairs. By the time she began to navigate down the stairs, her legs began to shake.

She could see the front door.

Her nostrils flared as she made short, nervous whimpers, opting to sprint towards it in a fleeting effort to escape. She began to hear the rushed, heavy footsteps of Filthy Rich behind her and held her panicked breath.

Her stride was cut short by a sudden yank to the hair on the back of her head, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she squealed like a mouse as she was pulled back.

Her squeal sent a shock through her throat, choking her momentarily. She tried to shake away from his grasp but ended up being dragged up the stairs, kicking her heels, and seeing her window of opportunity vanishing before her very eyes.

What little she weighed made it easy for the brutish Filthy Rich to pick her up and throw her onto the bed. She tried to kick back towards the head of the bed, digging her heels into the mattress, only for filthy rich to grasp her ankles. She was quickly tied spread eagle, with each ankle spread to either corner of the foot of the large bed.

Fluttershy huffed as she writhed in place, utterly helpless.

She was able to hear the buckle of Filthy Rich’s belt jangle as he lowered his trousers, making Fluttershy scream in protest, activating her collar once again, and shocking her like a barking dog.

She laid there, unable to crane her neck downwards to see what this brute was going to do next. She felt his hands on her knees, spreading them apart.

Fluttershy went rigid in terror, utterly defeated.

“Spoiled said I could do what I like to scum like you,” Filthy Rich rasped, beginning to climb up between fluttershy's legs.

Soon, fluttershy could see his face, and felt as he anchored his hands into the mattress, on either side of her head to brace himself. She scrunched her eyes closed and let out a soft, belated cry.

Filthy Rich wasted no time forcing himself between her legs. His erect cock twitching eagerly as he forced it into Fluttershy’s pussy carelessly. She let out a loud moan, grunting as her collar shocked her.

His cock went in a soft squelch; her moist sex allowed the stallion to deflower her with ease. She cried softly, trying to deny that she was enjoying it at all.

However, her body fought against this sanctimonious rationale, feeling at the height of her arousal, bound to a bed and caught in the stallion’s rut.

He pumped his hips back and forth aggressively, panting as his length stuffed Fluttershy’s hole perfectly. She moaned and whined. Her eyes rolled back and her body arced with pleasure; pleasure unlike the monotonous torment of plastic toys.

She was enjoying this. Her expression became deformed and her body writhed each and every way.

She clenched around his shaft as the first wave of pleasure struck a chord in her newly found desire. She began to want more.

As she relaxed herself he sped up his rut, rubbing the walls of her innermost sensitive areas, like a brush against an itch.

Fluttershy’s toes curled and her throat choked out a moan as she climaxed, feeling Filthy squirt inside of her shortly after.

Fluttershy had truly lost control, both mentally and physically. Her mind began to slew, tainted by pleasure. The harder she struggled the fiercer Filthy abused her poor slit.

As she laid there, twitching like half-dead roadkill, she couldn’t stop enjoying the impression the couple had left in her mind.

This feels… good.

By this point Filthy Rich was already beginning to dress himself back up, leaving Fluttershy there to relax.

Eventually her legs were freed, and she was forced to waddle on her knees into the kennel, coaxed by her now silent abuser. A set of irish-8 Cuffs were clamped around her ankles and the door was closed behind her. She watched him leave the room through the grated bars of her small prison.

A gentle tingle rippled up her stomach and into her chest. She squirmed softly, wiggling side to side, trying to get her arms out. She didn’t even want to escape at this point. The frustration felt good.

After curling up in her cell, she soon fell asleep.

She awoke to the sound of chattering. She opened her blurred eyes and blinked a few times, clearing her vision to see the couple, standing in the centre of the room consulting a well dressed, white-furred unicorn with small, rounded glasses.

His attention immediately darted to Fluttershy, who meekly attempted to shrink out of sight.

“Is this her?” he said in a calm tone.

Spoiled Rich nodded and turned along with Filthy, all looking at Fluttershy uniformly. Fluttershy let out a soft, submissive whimper as Filthy came to open the cage door, dragging her out by her collar and kneeling her before the sizable stallion.

“And you want me to hypnotize her? But she seems to be enjoying herself already”

Fluttershy tried to look away, her face glowing red with embarrassment.

Spoiled Rich scoffed in reply, “We need her to become dependant on us, but we cant keep her here. As much as I want her to pay and suffer for being a thief, I can't practically keep an element of harmony here without raising suspicion. And if we release her now she is just going to tell everypony and we will be done for. Now can you do your damn job please?”

There was a level of desperation in Spoiled Rich’s voice that Fluttershy had never imagined hearing.

The white unicorn corrected his glasses before letting out a soft sigh and smiling.

“Sure, that's what you pay me for”

Fluttershy whimpered softly as he turned to her, crouching down and looking into her eyes with a fierce gaze. His horn lit up with a bright blue hue, and in a moment, she was sucked in. Her expression dropped and all she could focus on was this Stallions face, darkness tunneling her vision as he spoke.

“You are the Rich’s property, you always have been. When you wake up, you will remember your duties to this couple. You will spend the rest of your days, confined to a chastity belt that nobody will be alerted to under any circumstances. You will, on occasion, feel incredibly aroused. When this happens, you will remember to come here, and serve them however they wish. You will tell all your friends you have been lost in the woods for the last few days, and you are ok. You will tell them nothing about what you do with the couple, and if you try to, fear like no other will grip you, and you will stop yourself… Now, sleep… you will awaken outside of your cottage…. sleep”

Fluttershy listened to every word, staring vacantly like a zombie, and soon, her vision began to narrow until she was bathed in darkness.

Fluttershy suddenly became conscious, laid face down in a pile of leaves. She scampered up to her feet, still a little shaken and confused. She remembered how she was kept for the last few days, but there was no relief in her freedom.

I was… working… mistress Rich… that's right, she told me to come home… Did I collapse? How embarrassing.

Fluttershy spent the moment standing there, stooped over slightly in a submissive fashion, while thinking momentarily of her ‘mistress’. Her hand wandered down her dress, her fingers coming across her metal chastity belt.

A gift? How kind… I hope I can thank mistress Rich after I-

Her eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered about her animal friends. She stood upright and immediately scampered back to her home. She opened the door, finding the place in tatters. A cacophony of complaining animals came to greet Fluttershy, displaying their delight at her presence. Her place had been ransacked by her animals, leaving her to chuckle slightly to herself in relief.

She had made it just in time.

Author's Note

Note: A new chapter will be added, possibly a new story describing the aftermath.