Captive

Scootaloo didn’t want to do it but she thought about what Master would do if he found out that she hasn’t followed his orders, to make matters worse she could a poo coming out Please no, not now she thought to herself. However it was to no avail as she moaned through the gag as she pushed out the poo, which fell between her legs, She knew that master wasn’t going to be happy.

Trying to ignore the stench she poked her tongue out through the ring gag and tasted the urine. Her piss tasted salty and bitter, she wanted to wipe the pee of her tongue but she knew she had to carry lest she face Master’s wrath. So she kept on licking the piss up all the while threatening to throw up.

***

The colt was limping through the town, his flanks sore from his punishment. He wasn’t paying attention until he walked face first into what appeared to be a pillar of gold, looking up he realised with fear that the pillar of gold was actually the leg of a royal guard. Now he was concerned, the Royal Guards only stayed in Canterlot unless they were ordered to go somewhere else.

“Watch it, kid” the guard shouted in a thick Canterlot accent. The colt merely nodded before running of, wanting to put as much distance as possible between him and the guard.

Now that he was paying attention, he quickly grew aware of his surroundings and noticed that the town was swarming with Royal Guards and the police.

The colt quickly decided that he didn’t want to stay in town and quickly as he could, without drawing any unwanted attention, ran to the bunker.

Entering the bunker, he slammed the doors shut behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly the smell of pony faeces filled his nostrils. He growled irritably, he was already in a foul mood and when he entered the main room to find his pet covered in equine waste, he snapped.

The trussed up filly noticed him and realised that he wasn’t happy snd watched with fear as he walked over to his tools of terror snd picked up a baseball bat. She started to shake her head as he raised the bat high, “MMMMMMMMMPH!” She screamed, however it was not enough to stop him.

He repeatedly slammed the wooded bat down onto her, causing her body to make several sickening cracks as her orange fur became mottled with blue and red patches. Scootaloo could do nothing as the enraged colt continued to batter her. Finally the colt regained control of his rage and chucked the bat onto the other side of the room.

He looked down to admire his hoofy work. A mixture of feathers, fur and blood surrounded the small pegasus, who was barely conscious. Both of her wings were broken and her eyes were swollen. The ring gag had taken a beating and had bent inside of her mouth causing several of her teeth to crack and the gag to hang out uselessly. She was shaking with pure terror.

The colt knew he needed to calm down but he needed to vent “YOU STUPID BITCH, GRRR, WHY DO YOU FUCK THINGS UP, YOU USELESS CUNT!” he screamed at the horror-stricken filly, who was now crying her eyes out.

“I’m sorry please stop shouting.” Scootaloo's sobbed, still scared that the angered colt may lash out again.

He pulled her by her mane and dragged her over to a small box that was the size of a toy chest and was much too big for her. He opened the box up and forced her inside. It proved difficult to shut the lid but after much pushing he managed to squeeze it close, before it could bounce open, the colt quickly padlocked the chest shut.

He knew that most pegasi were claustrophobic and would go insane if forced into a form of enclosure. He knew this was the perfect punishment. “You are going to stay here until I can be bothered to let you out.”

***

Scootaloo was panicking, her entire body was sore and she was bent in an extremely uncomfortable position. To make matters worse there were no air holes, which meant that there was a deadly timer on how long she could stay in the box. She tried pushing against the lid but it was secured thoroughly.

“HELP, SOMEPONY HELP ME!” she screamed but nopony could hear her. She began to weep, she had no more tears to spare.

There was no space to move around, this only added to the torture of the box. As time passed, her head began to ache and the feeling of claustrophobia grew stronger until she could no longer take it.

She banged against the walls in desperation however each hit against the hardwood only made her weaker each time. “Please Master, I’m sorry. Please I don't want to die in here.” her words sounded a lot fainter than the last and she realised that she was on the verge of passing out.

Just as the darkness was about to take her, the box opened. The colt stood over her, a cunning idea beginning to form in his head.

He pulled Scootaloo out of the box, before taking her to a wall that had two chains with manacles on the end of them. Pushing her onto her rump with her back facing the wall he grabbed her forehooves and locked them in the manacles, securing them to the wall. He then grabbed the ball gag and secured it in her mouth. Snapping a pic, the flash highlighting her swollen eyes. He then left the bunker.

***

The colt was walking back home and was surprised to see that the streets were still packed with Royal Guards and police ponies all of whom seemed to be patrolling the streets.

Making himself as uninteresting as he could, he snuck back home without any bother. As usual, his father was waiting for him. He had an accusatory look on his face.

Before he could rush upstairs, his father called for him. “You may have noticed that the Cops are all over the place.”

The colt nodded, wondering where the conversation was going to lead to, “Don't think I haven't noticed your little after-school wanderings. If you come home late ever again then they won't just be looking for that fully, they'll be looking for you too. And if you even think about telling anypony about our private life, I will ruin you, do I make myself clear, colt?”

The colt nodded erratically, wanting to get to his bedroom as soon as possible and was thankful when his father dismissed him. He was surprised that his father hadn't punished him but was grateful nonetheless. His mind then went to his sinister plan that he had in Mind for his next visit to his pet project. His father didn't scare him, not as much as he used to.