“And SOLD!” Eris exclaimed, aiming a quirt at Applejack as she made the declaration. “To Mistress Eventide for $278,000. We are sure that you will be very happy with your purchase and that Facet and Flaxen will provide you with a lifetime of enjoyment. Your sponsor has already sent us the location of your training facility and we will have your new ponies there by tomorrow.”

The camera turned off and the high powered lights dimmed to normal, accompanied by the sound of inarticulate cries of anger and fear.

“AH WHOOO,” Applejack screamed at the pair, her bit still doing its job of making her attempts at speech sound like gibberish at best, and disturbingly equine at worst.

In truth, a good amount of Applejack’s anger was aimed at herself. She should have suspected a trap from the very beginning, should have never let Eris and Lyssa get into her head with their words, should never have let anyone turn her into… whatever she was now.

“There now, Flaxen,” Eris said, caressing the sold pony girl's cheek as best she could around the straps of her locked bridle. “Doesn’t it feel good to be owned? To let the reins tell you—”

Eris flinched backwards as Applejack tried a sideways kick into her captor’s shin, only for her hoof-booted foot to be stopped short by the hobble chain connecting her ankles.

“AHNrf!” gasped Applejack, as Eris grabbed Applejack’s plaited mane and pulled back, hard.

Applejack tried to fight against the slim girl, and normally it would have been no contest, but bound in leather and steel as she was, Applejack was completely in Eris’ power and unable to resist as the woman blindfolded her on top of everything else.

“I was going to let you have a final moment with Facet before we loaded you up for your trip to the ranch,” Applejack could hear Eris say, as she felt yet another thing tightened against her head, “but that would have been a reward for a good pony. Not a naughty pony like you’ve been.”

Pain blossomed from Applejack’s left butt cheek, making her shift her hips away in automatic reaction from the stinging slap Eris had delivered from the end of her quirt.

“I don’t think Mistress Eventide will mind my instilling a little discipline into her property,” Eris explained, as a hit to Applejack’s other side balanced the sources of pain and made her shift to the right.

“If gentle persuasion won’t teach a stubborn animal like you,” began Eris, as a hit to the front of her left thigh made her flinch back and even more to the right, “perhaps a taste of the whip is what you need. Let’s see if we can teach you a little obedience, Flaxen.”

The blows began to rain down in rapid succession, sometimes alternating sides, sometimes not. Hits came to her right thigh, left calf, top of a shoulder, on her flank; all of them making her twist and writhe as her body automatically flinched away from the blows. The once or twice she tried to simply stand and endure the pain were undone by sharper hits in unexpected places that made her jump.

Applejack would have run, even blindfolded as she was, but the reins attached to her bit and bridle only allowed a foot or two of movement in any direction. Her bindings were more than secure enough to keep her from fighting back, and with no other option Applejack found herself surrendering to the motions her handler required of her. An unwilling performer in a dance of creaking leather and tinkling metal.

“ERIS!” yelled a voice, and Flaxen found herself panting for breath as she was allowed to stand still for the first time in what seemed like hours, her body a strange combination of warmth and pain.

“Eris, stop playing with Flaxen and get over here,” called Lyssa’s voice. “I need your help making sure Facet’s permanent collar is seated properly.

Flaxen could feel her handler’s body leave her side, and she worked her jaw, trying to settle her bit into a more comfortable position. Faintly, she could hear Face… Rarity’s voice, as she struggled against whatever the treasonous store proprietors were doing to her. Applejack shook her head to finish clearing it, the locks attached to the buckles of her bridle thumping against her head, and reminding her that she was a helpless captive. Property. Ow—

Applejack stomped her hoof as hard as she could in negation of that thought. She was Applejack. She was strong, stubborn, and it would take more than the loss of her geode, an entire box of locks, tack strong enough to hold a horse to keep her…

The sensation of her insides clenching against the dildos buried in her ass and sex at those words interrupted the blonde woman’s thoughts of resistance. Did some part of her want this? Want to be kept and trained like an animal? To surrender her free will to whoever held her reins?

Did she want to be Flaxen?

Those questions kept the blonde’s thoughts occupied right up to the point where the blindfold was removed, making Applejack blink rapidly as her eyes readjusted to the light. She had been so preoccupied with her thoughts she hadn’t even heard Lyssa and Eris come back to her.

“Your turn now, my dear Flaxen,” Lyssa stated, running her fingers up the bound woman’s side. Applejack tried to flinch away, but her movement didn’t even come close to moving her out of Lyssa’s reach.

“I dearly hope your Mistress and mine lets me play with you,” the woman continued, moving her hand to cup one of Applejack’s breasts and tease the nipple beneath her bodysuit.

It took almost all of Applejack’s willpower not to moan at the erotic attention, particularly combined with the silicone plugs locked deep into her core that never stopped rubbing against her more sensitive nerves. At least their vibration function was off at the moment.

The snap of metal on metal and a tugging sensation focused Applejack’s attention forward, and looking down she saw that Eris was busy clipping another set of reins to her bridle, confusing Applejack slightly. She was already as controlled as any horse she had ever ridden was. Why add an extra set of reins?

The answer came as Eris then unclipped the reins tied to the overhead, and Applejack realized that they had done this to make sure that there would never be a moment when she wasn’t under complete control. Just like an animal. Like a sold animal, being led from the auction house to their new farm.

“Now Flaxen,” Eris said, holding the reins in a slack, but firm grip. “Are you going to behave and walk with me, or are you going to make this fun for Lyssa and I?”

“Ah OO!” Applejack shot back, and immediately paying the price as the shafts nestled inside of her delivered a small, but potent shock.

“Walk,” Eris commanded, giving the reins a light jerk that levered the spoon of Applejack’s bit briefly against her soft palate, making her eyes water and involuntarily making her take a step forward.

“Do you understand now, Flaxen?” Lyssa asked, her hands roving all over the captured woman’s body. “You are an animal. An animal named ‘Flaxen’, and just like any domesticated animal you are firmly under the control of people.”

“Walk,” Eris commanded again, and lifting her arm held the reins with just enough tension to start levering the spoon bit back against the top of Applejack’s mouth.

In that moment the blond farmer realized the truth of what Eris and Lyssa were saying. Right then, she was an animal, one who had no chance of resisting her handlers, and so it was with reluctance that Applejack took a grudging step forward.

“GOOD girl!” praised Lyssa, and thumbing the controller to Flaxen’s belt, gave the pony thirty seconds of pleasant stimulation, which Flaxen tried to grind her hips against, in an attempt to draw out even more enjoyment from the vibrations.

“See how good it is to obey?” Eris asked, reaching over to stroke Flaxen’s cheek. “You’ve worked on a farm. You know how well what you’re wearing works. Save yourself from useless pain, and just… obey.”

“Obey,” repeated Lyssa, and in spite of her earlier determination to fight to the last, Flaxen found her stepping forward in time to the gentle pressure on her reins.

“Good girl!” Lyssa praised again, again turning the plugs inside of Flaxen on, but on the lowest setting.

Step by clip-clopping step Flaxen was brought toward the horse trailer that was to be her transport. The trailer itself appeared to be divided in half down the long axis, with the left side being closed off and probably where Facet was being held for transport. Disturbingly, that side of the trailer was also silent with no sounds to indicate that Flaxen’s fellow pony girl was putting up any sort of struggle.

Then again, neither was Flaxen.

“Come along now,” Eris said, drawing Flaxen forward, to where the bound woman could see what sort of looked like a bench pressing frame with a trough of foam rubber on either side and a confusing mass of equipment past it.

“Put your hooves in place and kneel down,” Eris continued, pointing to a pair of indicated positions just before the foam rubber that had numerous D-rings that were just waiting for someone or something to be attached to them.

Flaxen lifted her leg to place it into the first spot, before hesitating with the leg suspended in mid-air. Was she Flaxen? Was she really just going to give up just because someone had her trussed up tighter than a turkey about to go in the oven.

Rearing back, Applejack reasserted herself. She would not go down without a fight.

Pain exploded in her mouth and in her sensitive areas, demanding her obedience, demanding her submission, but this time the pain had an opposite effect. It made Applejack mad.

Lunging forward, the blond woman used her entire body as a weapon, slamming Eris into the side of the trailer, stunning the woman and reducing her grip on the controlling reins to a weak and frail thing that Applejack was easily able to tear free from her grasp. Caught by surprise, Lyssa slashed her quirt at Applejack only to find herself bowled over by the charging pony girl.

Stairs! Applejack thought to herself. All Ah need to do is find the stairs. Get onto the street. Soon as someone sees me they’ll know Ah need help.

Under nearly any other circumstance Applejack would have made it. Even with her arms locked behind her, and wearing pounds of bondage gear, Applejack would have made it.

What stopped her though was her footwear. Applejack wasn’t used to wearing high heels, never mind hoofboots that kept her heel arched off of the ground and had an actual horseshoe attached to each of their soles. On top of that, the chain hobble locked to the backs of her ankles changed her normally long strides into a series of short steps, that threatened to skitter and slide out from under her at every opportunity now that so much was on the line.

Even so, Applejack managed to find and climb up the first few stairs leading out of the basement before Eris and Lyssa caught up to her.

“GOT YOU!” Eris cried, and Applejack wailed in pain and frustration as one of the reins attached to her bit was strongly hauled back.

In spite of the agony her bit was causing her, Applejack wedged herself in place, refusing to move and it wasn’t until Lyssa caught up and grabbed onto the other rein that the pair finally began to get Applejack back under their control. With both sets of reins in two sets of hands and being pulled back down the stairs, Applejack was no longer able to resist the leverage advantage her tack gave to Lyssa and Eris, and she staggered back down the stairs to collapse in a heap.

“We tried to do this the nice way,” Eris huffed, as she and her companion spaced themselves apart while keeping the reins taut between them. That way, if Applejack tried to attack either of them again, the other would bring her up short.

“You have two choices, Flaxen,” Lyssa added, winding the ends of her side of the reins around each of her fists. “You either get up and walk into the trailer, or we drag you. There’s a powered winch in the front that’s more than capable of doing it. Your choice, pony.”

Every part of Applejack hurt. From the aching pain in her mouth, down to her scuffed knees and aching feet. All of that pain would have been worth it if she’d managed to escape and get help, but she hadn’t. She was still as much a captive as she had been when the two women had revealed their betrayal earlier.

“Well?” Lyssa demanded.

With a jangling nod, Applejack indicated her compliance as she slowly made her way back onto her feet… her hooves. As she did so, Lyssa and Eris took no chances with their captive, using the reins to keep Applejack tethered and controlled in between them.

“I would say ‘Good girl’ at this point, but my aching back side wants some payback, so instead I’ll just order you to ‘walk on’,” Eris said, as she and Lyssa began to guide Applejack forward.

Applejack surrendered herself to the guidance of the reins, walking forward as she was bid. For now, she would play the part of “Flaxen” and let these two big city floozies think that she was beaten and cowed. There would be another opportunity for escape, she just had to keep her eyes open and her mind ready to take advantage of it.

After dozens of small steps, the trio were finally back at the trailer and Flaxen placed her hooves in the indicated circles. Watching carefully for another escape attempt, Eris and Lyssa tied off the blonde woman’s reins before dipping down to lock their pony’s chain hobble to the truck.

“Drop forward onto your knees, then lay your torso onto the support,” Lyssa ordered, once her and Eris were holding the reins again.

With a sigh, Flaxen did as she was told, a sound of surprise emerging from her bitted mouth at how soft but supportive the foam rubber under her lower legs was, its coolness doing wonders to ease the aches there. As Flaxen lay down on the bench, she noticed something that looked like the bottom half of a pair of stocks in front of her, with a half circle of white metal in the “U” of the stock.

Flaxen’s attention was quickly diverted to her body as her handlers busied themselves with clipping tie down straps to the various rings on her tack, drawing a breath out of her as the tightening straps pulled her against the bench supporting her torso. As if that wasn’t enough, Flaxen then felt broad leather straps being wrapped around her legs and body before being cinched down.

The final measure was the attachment of a line to a ring on the top of Flaxen’s bridle. When it was pulled tight, the bound and chained woman wasn’t even able to lower her head, never mind move it. Which is likely why Eris then reached down and unclipped both sets of reins from the bit.

“Now, let’s get your permanent collar on you,” Eris commented, and as Flaxen’s eyes went wide, Eris spun a wheel that lifted the stocks and the piece of metal in it toward the pony girl’s neck.

“You’re going to love your collar,” Eris continued, stroking Flaxen as if she were some sort of pet. “I wish my Mistress would put one of these on me, but they’re very expensive, and completely unremovable without killing the wearer. Believe me, people have tried.”

The stock stopped just as it touched Flaxen’s neck and Flaxen could feel Eris doing something on either side a moment afterwards.

“Epoxy is on,” Eris stated. “Do you have the top half ready?”

“Good to go,” was Lyssa’s reply and Flaxen then felt something come down against the back half of her throat, holding her neck in a circle of firm, but not overly tight pressure. There was then a ratcheting sensation, causing Flaxen to guess that the two halves of the stocks were now being fastened into place around her throat. A few moments later something tickled the back of her throat, causing her to cough.

“Oh, that will be the epoxy starting to set,” Lyssa noted. “Eris, you better get the mask onto Flaxen so she doesn’t choke on the fumes.”

A rubber mask came into Flaxen’s view, causing her to involuntarily close her eyes as it was drawn over her face, before being tightened over top of the straps of her bridle. Glass lenses allowed the bound woman to continue to look down at the trailer’s floor. A moment later she could hear a hiss of air as the cool scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled her nostrils.

Why are they using… the incense… again? Flaxen asked herself, as her thoughts began the now familiar slowing.

“There we go, Flaxen,” Eris said, checking the various connections. “Just breathe in, and let all your worries wash away.”

Drugs! came the realization, galvanizing Flaxen’s mind for a few moments. The incense were… drugs. All along. Planned. Me and Rares. Trap… from the start. Gotta. Play… possum.

Flaxen felt her handlers fiddle with her ears for a moment, before all the sounds around her seemed to go away, before being replaced by a voice.

“You are Flaxen,” stated a woman’s voice. One that seemed familiar, but that Flaxen couldn’t place. “You are an animal. You are owned.”

The inside of the glass lenses in front of Flaxen’s eyes lit up with fractal patterns and swirling colours, drawing in her attention.

“You are an animal. Animals obey. Animals don’t speak,” continued the voice.

The plugs locked inside of Flaxen came to life, buzzing away in a rising and falling pattern.

“You are Flaxen. You are an animal. You are owned,” repeated the voice.

The woman felt herself beginning to sink into the swirls and patterns in front of her eyes, and instead of resisting them, allowed herself to fall into those beguiling colours. Allowing them to bury Applejack in a warm blanket of mindless sensation.

“You are an animal. Animals obey. Animals don’t speak,” continued the voice.

Flaxen never heard the doors behind her close and lock.

“You are Flaxen. You are an animal. You are owned,” continued the voice, as the cycle repeated.

Flaxen

“You are an animal. Animals obey. Animals don’t speak.”

Animal

“You are Flaxen. You are an animal. You are owned.”

Owned

The swirling patterns carried Flaxen’s mind deeper and deeper into the mindset others wished for her, even as the truck pulling the trailer carried her and Facet deeper into the night…

Author's Note

Sorry for the delay on this. Life got in the way, but we are now through the initial part of the story. Applejack and Rarity have been shoved down the rabbit hole. Only time will tell how deep it is and who they will find at the bottom...

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