Hunter's Herd

Hunter moved down the great halls of the Clocktower Society alone, heading towards new realms which he had never visited before. He had long ago passed the Slave Pens, pausing inside only to take a quick look at the many subs on display in their cages or chained to the walls as they cried and moaned in a begging fashion. The scent of the place lingered on his clothing as he left, feeling like a little colt who had just come out of a puppy farm wanting to take them all home with him. From there he walked towards the Cum Baths whose lines were a bit longer this night as many stallions (as well as a few mares) wished to make use of the bound subs within the various devices. Yet he did not get in line, instead he turned into a nearby tunnel and continued along his way.

Within this passage, Hunter found himself looking at one of the several tunnels that reminded him of a mall or a single street. There were not many doms walking down this way and those few that were walked alone, glancing at the shop windows as they walked by. Not that it was hard to understand why, because in each of the windows, were only one thing: mares. In every window, there were two or three of them in various clothing, stages of undress, or else bound in some many that catered to the stores theme. Some were very simple, leaving nothing to the imagination. A few that Hunter passed had subs bound with their arms tied behind their backs and from those bonds they were suspended facing the ceiling ceiling, legs forcibly spread apart with vibrators in their cunts. Glancing through the open doorways found subs tied up in similar fashion on conveyor belts like one would find at a dry cleaners. Another showed mares of all shapes and sizes bound to the wall, secured by their arms and legs which were spread far apart with price tags on their ears. There were also signs on many of the widows, proclaiming great never before seen sales or else just announcing various prices of mares who were well trained in certain areas.

Of course none of these mares were actually for sale. It was just another type of fetish granting the illusion of buying a mare that was simply less dark than the Slave Pits. Most of the subs featured were Society owned subs, ones who had chosen to give their time to places like these so that doms could have their fun with them for a time. Ones who did not care who they were with as long as the doms respected the rules and the limits set on them. When their time was over, these subs would check back in with the shops above deciding if they wanted to continue on for the rest of the day or simply call it a night. There were also subs there that had planned to meet up with a specific dom, informing the establishment beforehand and getting everything ready.

Walking down further, Hunter began to notice that some of these shops had gotten more creative. One place sported a sign featuring several mares, all of them in blinged out bondage gear which in reality was nothing more than straps of leather running across their bodies in order to draw more attention to their features. The name of the place was in Prench and Hunter could not even pronounce it, but looking in he saw that it was done so to give the establishment the appearance of high class society. Through the open door, a single dom sat on what looked like a very expensive couch as two Society slaves served him drinks and snacks. Before him was a parade of subs in various sexual outfits, either crawling towards him on all fours or sauntering towards him, as the owner of the shop gave some details about them. Another shop had more of a jungle theme to it, with the subs inside being only zebras and griffoness’ held in stockades. Row after row of subs putting on sad faces as they were forced into a position with their flanks out and hands unable to cover their bodies. But even from the doorway, Hunter could easily spot the lines of fluid running down their legs as well as the slight shifting of their tails.

Ahead of him, Hunter spotted the most colorful shop on the block. At least, of all the ones he had seen thus far. The front of the building was lined with six sandstone pillars, much different than the rest of the dark stone that made up the cavern, with glass placed between four of them. Tied to the top of these pillars were long, brightly colored ribbons of every shade of the rainbow which stretched out into the street. The whole thing reminded him of a picture he had once seen, displaying a Saddle Arabian marketplace. As Hunter drew nearer, he saw that in the windows were several collared mares in harem girl or belly dancer style outfits. At first the outfits looked like bikinis, but from their panties flowed a see through material of matching color. Golden bangles hung from their bras and their arms had a similar see through material on them. The mares laid their on pillows, hands gently caressing their exposed stomachs with their legs spread, showing off the slits in their panties allowing of easy access to their holes.

A small smile crept onto Hunter’s face as he reached into his pocket to pull out the note he had been given while eyeing the title of the place: The Oasis. Yes, this was the right place.

Seeing that this was the place he was looking for, Hunter stepped through the threshold. Much like the pillars outside, this store seemed to be made of sandstone. Or, at least, gave the appearance that it was made of such. Several more pillars were placed within the room with torches attached to them with fires burning brightly. The scent of incense flooded the thestral’s nostrils and thankfully was not so powerful that they overloaded his senses. There were no needy slave mares along the walls, but instead colorful pillows that looked so inviting. Standing in the center of the room and taller than a normal pony was the horse owner of this establishment. While most of his features were hidden behind his mask, he couldn’t hide his long beard or his dark chocolate fur. His attire looked like it matched the theme of the place, an open blue tunic with long, loose fitting white pants.

“Greetings,” said the stallion as he threw out his arms and approached Hunter. “Welcome to the Oasis, where your every thirst is quenched. We are so very pleased to have your patronage this fine day. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Burning Sands, the owner of this fine establishment and the head breaker of the slaves.” He paused for a moment, loudly clapping his hands before rubbing them together. “Now, how may I help you? We have a great many slaves from around the world, caught by the skilled raiders of Saddle Arabia. In fact, we just received a new shipment!”

“Just what I was hoping to hear,” replied Hunter as he approached the stallion, pulling out another note from his pocket. A note which his sub had asked him to give to this stallion. The two had previously gone over scenes they would like to try out not too long ago, but Hunter had never thought that she would set all this up on her own. After handing the other stallion the note he decided that when this was all over she would get an extra special reward.

“I see,” said Burning with a nod after reading the note. “You were recommended by Shifting Sands, head raider of the southern dunes.” That was, of course, not true as the horse was staying in character. “For someone like him to recommend my shop above all others is a high honor indeed. Come, come. I will show off my finest wares for you to sample.”

With that, Burning brought Hunter towards the back of the room where an archway lay somewhat hidden behind a brightly colored veil. Walking through it, Hunter felt the familiar tingle of magic. The thestral had experienced this sensation many times, the same magic that was used to warp space around certain areas of the Society to make them seem bigger on the inside. Many of the personal suites and apartments had this feature, allowing for whole armies to rest comfortably with plenty of room should the situation ever arise. So it should have been less of a shock to see a long, rectangular pool full of sparkling water that stretched as far as the eye could see. The ground around the pool was made of marble along with pillars that were stationed several feet away. Every once in a while, a palm tree could be seen in between the pillars as were mounds of pillows positioned to act like thrones.

As Hunter marveled at the sheer scope of the room, the sound of giggling and splashing water caught his attention. Laying by the side of the pool or splashing around in it were dozens of harem slave girls of all races! Ponies, zebras, griffons, hippogryphs, and so many more, all dressed in those same harem costumes but of many different colors while also displaying their collars. Many of these subs looked like they were just chilling, laughing and giggling like this was just a normal day for them. There were a few, however, who were doing a bit more. Hunter spotted a couple of them on their knees, fingering the other like the world was to end tomorrow. Another pair was in a 69 position, spreading the slit of their costumes as far as they could and digging into the cunt of their fellow slave. Perhaps they had been ordered to do this to better entice customers. There were a few who had forgone any sort of garment, running around naked with only jewelry on their bodies. One sub, a Kirin with an orange coat and burly brown mane, had on a golden chain around her waist as well as having a similar chain running through the piercings on her nipples and clit.

Suddenly, Burning Sands clapped his hands. At once all of the slaves stopped what they were doing, turning to look in the pair’s direction. As one, the herd moved towards them sashaying their flanks while placing their hands on their hips as they did so. Some, as they drew nearer, got on their hands and knees before proceeding to crawl towards them.

“Welcome master,” came several purring voices as they surrounded Hunter. Soft hands began to caress his body through his clothing, touching nearly every part of his body. Feeling their cleavage hotdog his arms, the slaves gentle directed him towards one of the pillow thrones nearby within the soft shade of the pillars.

Once seated, two of the slave girls sat down on either side of him each carrying a bowl of his favorite fruit. To his right was a completely naked griffoness with breasts the size of cantaloupes who produced a knife in order to peal the kiwis she had brought. On the other side was a zebra mare whose watermelon shaped breasts were nearly bursting at the seams to escape her sheer red outfit. This zebra picked up one of the strawberries from the bowl she had provided and brought it down to her exposed cunt. Slowly she coated the red fruit with her juices until they were dripping right off before bringing said fruit to Hunter’s lips. After licking his lips Hunter accepted the strawberry noting the tangy flavor of the zebra as she went to repeat the process. By the time he swallowed the griffoness had draped part of her body onto his, a freshly peeled kiwi within her beak. As Hunter opened his mouth to accept this offering, the griffoness lightly took his hand and placed it on the side of her boob. While chewing, Hunter kneaded her feeling just how firm her mound was as her pussy winked against his pants.

Burning Sands clapped his hands once again and music began to play from somewhere. Looking forward, Hunter spotted a unicorn mare approaching him as she swayed with the music. Her light blue hips gyrated with the melody, while her hands swayed in the air. Faster and faster she moved, making Hunter wonder if she could move like that impaled upon his meat stick. Her mane of blue and white became slightly disheveled as she moved, raising a leg suddenly while a hand went to knead her breast covered by her sheer green harem outfit. As she twisted and turned, Hunter noticed the jeweled anti-magic ring on her horn. He couldn’t tell if it was the real deal or just a dampener, meant to suppress most magic but not take it away completely. But those thoughts stopped when the mare took reached behind her to slowly untie the back of her top, allowing it to slowly fall off her body before kicking it away as she continued to dance. Now Hunter could see her long hard nipples, pierced with studs instead of rings.

“As my lord can see we sell only the finest slaves to the finest stallions in the land,” said Burning Sands as the mare continued to dance while moving closer to Hunter. Her hips circled round and round with her upper body bending in a way that reminded the stallion of a snake. “Each one is trained by our expert trainers to do everything in their power to please you. Whether it be pleasing your body with their bedroom arts or pleasing your eyes with their beauty and dancing, they will do so without question. All you need to do is pick the one that meets your fancy.”

For the next hour or so, Hunter found himself watching a parade of mares as they all danced before him one after the other. Each one belly danced before him, showing off just how flexible their bodies were as well as every curve they had. Nearly all of the ones who were clothed in their harem outfits undressed with the music, never stopping to show off their well sized breasts and flanks for his pleasure. Those who were already naked did their best to spice things up. One of them, the Kirin he had seen earlier, had gotten to her knees as she shoved several fingers into her hungry cunt and proceeded to finger fuck herself while her body writhed in time to the music. When they finished, they stood to the side with their hands behind their backs and chests puffed out. Perhaps when he was finished watching them he could inspect the feel of their flesh for himself.

Others put on their own shows of him. One of the most memorable ones happened to be twin thestral mares, both having the same cantaloupe sized breasts as the griffoness besides him on their light grey fur. Their manes were white and tied in a ponytail with the only way to tell them apart was that one had a single red streak in her mane on the right side while the other had a blue streak on the left. As they danced together, Burning Sands informed him that these two were a set as they refused to be separated. Hunter could see that as they kissed each other deeply as they danced, taking off the other’s clothing, and so forth all for his enjoyment. When they finished, the twins did not walk off to the side to stand at attention like the others did. Instead they produced a golden chain and attached it to their white colors before kneeling before his throbbing meat.

“Let go you fucker!” came a sudden and familiar cry that interrupted everything. The music came to a searching halt as everypony there looked in the direction the voice had come by. Burning Sands frowned deeply, shaking his head as he moved towards the commotion as Hunter stood up.

There by the pool was Lightning Dust, fighting hard as two oiled and muscular earth pony stallions held on to her by the wrists. She too was dressed in a harem slave outfit with hers being a yellowish amber color to match her mare. With gritted teeth she tried in vain to toss off the two holding her, but the strength difference between them was easy to see. Lightning had a runner’s lean body making her arms look like twigs to the beefy build of the two holding her. Still she tried to fight them off, even going so far as to try and fly away. That didn’t work any better as she was easily brought back to the ground with a thud.

“What are you two thinking?!?” raged Burning Sands as he strode over to the three. “Why bring this unfinished product out here to be seen by our honored client?!” As he spoke, Hunter caught Lightning’s eye for a moment. Then it all sank in what she had planned. Now he wished that Wallflower and Moondancer could have joined in. However both mares were busy as Moondancer was currently helping out with Clocktower Research (something about a new tentacle beast that had run amuck) and Wallflower was checking out the Cum Dumps on her own.

“Is there a problem?” asked Hunter as he walked past the line of mares, some still trying to shove out their chests for him to grope. Hunter ignored them and instead focused his attention on Lightning. “What is this?”

“I am terribly sorry my good sir,” said Burning Sands as he quickly turned around, wringing his hands together as he did. “Our raiders caught this one a few days ago alone in the desert before bringing her here. She is still in the early phase of her training, not understanding that she is no longer a free mare.”

“I am free you sack of Discord’s shit!” screamed Lightning as she tried to kick Burning. Sadly for her the stallion easily moved out of the way so that her hoof connected with air alone. “Princess Celestia is going to find out what happened and when she does, she'll burn your asses to the ground and then-” Before she could say anything else, one of the stallions covered her mouth with his hand so that only mumbles could now be heard.

“What a spirited tongue she has,” muttered Hunter as he reached out towards her tiny rack. “Such a thing is to be admired. I wouldn’t mind seeing it put to use serving my cock.” Hunter’s hands cupped Lightning’s small mounds, earning a slight moan as he squeezed them. He had been told in the past several times that smaller breasts were more sensitive than larger ones, which had been proven every time he played with Lightning. “I see you have already pierced her.”

“No, that was not our doing,” said Burning with a sigh as Hunter felt the ringed nipples through the material. “She was like that when she was found and brought here.”

“My, my,” said Hunter with an evil smirk as Lightning did her best to glare back. Hunter didn’t know if the blush on her face amplified the effect or just made her look more adorable. Best not to bring it up with her. “What a dirty mare. And that fire in her eyes. Yes, I’d love to see that spirit turned to serve my pleasure.”

“Good sir, are you sure about this?” asked Burning Sands. “While I would hate to deny one such as yourself, but it would be ill of me to send you off with a mare whose skills might be lacking. I pride myself on ensuring that all of my wares are of the top most quality. This lowly wretch’s skills are, as far as I know, basic and she has yet to be properly broken in. Nor has her body been modified by the zebra potions we use.”

“Potions?” echoed Hunter as he glanced back that the other mares, noting how all of them had such large breasts with the griffoness’ being the smallest. Was this part of the scene or did this place actually ask their subs to drink body modification potions? Either way it was intriguing.

Slowly, Hunter brought a hand to cup underneath Lightning’s chin causing the stallion holding her mouth to release it. “She’s fine the way she is,” said Hunter as his other hand squeezed her breast again, allowing an unmuffled gasp to escape her. Lightning bared her teeth in defiance causing Hunter to continue his grinning.

“Well, if you are certain,” said Burning Sands with a resigned sigh. “It will take time to properly break her will to fight back and to serve you. I would hate to have you leave here without-”

“I’ll finish her training myself,” said Hunter, noticing the wet patch on her pants that hadn’t been there prior. Quickly releasing his hand from her breast he heard clearly Lightning letting out a muffled cry of protest. “It won’t take too long. Just look at this slut. She’s practically a slave to her own desires already.”

“Like Discord’s ball sack I am!” screamed Lightning as she pulled her head back before lunging forward to bite him. Hunter saw this and pulled his hand back in time, her teeth snapping at thin air right before the thestral slapped her across the face. She reeled at the strike, wide eyed before turning to look at him with what appeared to be her attempt at utter loathing. Lightning opened her mouth again to curse at him but was silenced as one of the stallions held her mouth shut.

“W-Well, training them is usually,” stumbled Burning Sands.

“It is fine,” interrupted Hunter as he looked at the other stallion. “I prefer to break my own mares anyways. Do not worry, I will not tell a soul about this and will pay handsomely even if I do take her home slightly…damaged.” For a moment, Hunter stared at the other stallion wondering if he had gone too far or if this was allowed here. Part of him wished he could have checked ahead of time, but there was something oddly freeing about not knowing. It made the whole experience feel more natural. Besides, if it wasn’t allowed Burning Sands would either continue to decline or simply end the scene so there was no real worry there.

Burning Sands did not object, instead beckoning Hunter to follow him down the pillars. “As you wish, though should you find her resistant, we will be happy to assist in her breaking for a small fee.” After walking for ten minutes Hunter began to wonder if they were going to continue to walk until they reached the other side entirely! Thankfully that did not happen, stopping once they were out of sight of the entrance. There, between a set of pillars, was an outdoor play area just for them. Attached to the stone ceiling and pillars were large rings that had thick bands of rope going through them so that subs like Lightning could be bound in several different ways. Metal rings were also situated on the stone floor in various positions between the pillars. What’s more, there were racks full of items on display. Some were of the more common types: whips, riding crops, gags, paddles, shock wands, dildos, blindfolds, candle, and so on all with the Clocktower logo stamped on each.

There was one item that caught Hunter’s attention. It was a scimitar, a blade with a golden hand grip that fit the theme of the establishment. Hunter walked towards it and picked it up, finding it almost weightless. Slowly and carefully, he ran the bladed edge of the sword across his finger making sure that there was only enough pressure to slightly cut him. He drew no blood. Not even a scratch remain. Once more he tried again, a little harder this time and while he could feel the sharpness of the blade the result was the same! It was clear to him that this was one of the many enchanted blades of the Society that would cut through clothing but not the skin. Much like the clawed weapon he liked to use so very much within the dungeons underneath The City!

Calmly he turned to Lightning, still held by the two other stallions, who looked back at him with a trance of…fear? Excitement? Perhaps both. He approached her, stopping only when his lips were next to one of her ears to whisper, “Test your bell.” The ring of the bell attached to the mare’s tail rang loudly so that all could hear. It was time to begin proper!

“Make sure she doesn’t move,” commanded Hunter to the two stallions. At once, the one holding her mouth closed moved his hand, holding on to her wrist and shoulder. The other mirrored this pose and as Lightning tried to struggle she found she could barely budge an inch.

“What the Tartarus do you think you’re-” she began, but stopped when the edge of the blade Hunter was holding was brought in front of her face. The thestral said nothing, only letting the fear sink in as he placed the cold flat surface of the metal against her cheek. Slowly he brought it down, listening as Lightning’s only sound was a sharp intake of breath while pulling the blade back until the tip was the only thing that made contact with her skin. Then, when he was just below the neck, he held it there while looking directly into her eyes.

“Clothing is too good for an untrained whore,” said Hunter darkly as he thrust downward. The blade cut right through the material of her harem outfit, slicing right between her breasts, allowing the material to fall to the ground. But the blade continued to move down her belly until it made contact with her pants. Those too were easily cut through. While they didn’t fall to the ground like her top had, her crotch area was now fully exposed.

“What’s this?” asked Hunter as the tip of the sword traced around her clit piercing. Lightning choked back a noise while her face flushed even move. “Seems I was right about you. Nothing more than a horny bitch who needs a firm hand to guide her into fulfilling her true path: a hungry cock warmer.”

“S-Screw y-you,” stuttered Lightning through her panting. “When P-Princess C-Celestia finds o-out what’s happened to me-” Her words suddenly ended as Hunter placed the cold, flat edge of the blade between her nether lips. Her pussy quivered and began to drench the blade as Lightning threw back her head slightly.

“You and I both know that would never happen,” began Hunter as he began to slide the blade back and forth, his eyes on her breasts. With each sharp intake of breath, those small mounds bounced slightly and the rings to jiggle. “You were out there all alone and I bet nopony out there knows where you are right now. It might be months before anypony realizes you’re missing. Even if they do figure out that you came here, what are the odds that they would think that you’re now a slave? With how much you seem to invoke her name, I’d almost think the raiders captured Princess Celestia’s personal muffer, or perhaps plaything! An Equestrian pleasure slave if ever there was one.” Hunter then reached up to grab one of the pierced nipples and gave it a light tug. The mare let out the first girlish cry that Hunter had heard as he twisted the metal just slightly. “The only ones who will notice are probably the ones who have been enjoying this body, nothing more. Oh they might look for you for a bit before finding another whore that will put out just as much as you did. Even Princess Celestia wouldn’t put too much effort into finding you and certainly won’t go to war for you. She’ll simply find a replacement.”

“N-No, y-you’re w-wrong,” stammered Lightning, her legs beginning to shake. Slowly, Hunter pulled the blade away from her foal hole and held it up so that it was at eye level. Both ponies could clearly see it was dripping with mare honey.

“You’re body is far more honest than your mouth is,” stated Hunter as he brought the blade next to her face. Slowly he slid one side of the sword along her face, smearing the mare cum on her. “It knows what it wants: to become my personal cum bank. That fiery tongue was made to service my cock of every hour of every day while that throat was created to tunnel my cum down into that belly. Those back holes are mine to fill with whatever I see fit!” Hunter brought the blade back to him, licking the side that still had cunt juice on it. “Oh yes, I will savor every moment with you once we have…redirected that spirit. By the end of the day you will be dancing before me before throwing yourself upon my cock.”

In response, Lightning spat on him. As Hunter wiped it away, he saw the look of rebellion on her face as well as that cocky smile. Oh yes, she was enjoying this. If Moondancer was a runner, longing to be caught, then Lightning was a fighter, wanting for somepony to show her how strong he was and break her.

“Tie her up,” commanded Hunter to the other stallions. They nodded before roughly pulling Lightning between the pillars. After locking her wrist cuffs together behind her back they then wrapped the thick rope around her arms. The mare fidgeted and complained loudly that the rope was scratching at her fur yet not a single chime of the bell was heard. As they attached chains to the end of her wings to keep them erect, Hunter walked over to the tools and pulled out several small hooks attached to nylon thread. Lightning’s body stiffened as she saw him place the clawed metal on her piercings before bending over to attach end of the nylon thread to the metal rings in the floor. He made sure that they were taut enough so that the slightest movement in any direction would tug at them.

After dismissing the two stallions, Hunter took in the sight before him. Lightning bent over, held up by the rope attached to her cuffed wrists. Walking behind the panting mare, Hunter grabbed the back of her harem pants and proceeded to rip the back off with a single powerful tug. Lightning’s gasp as she was slightly pulled back mixed in with the sound of ripping fabric as her garments fell along her slender legs. Now she was fully exposed, both of her tight holes open for anypony around.

Calmly, Hunter brought two fingers to those puffy lower lips. Lightning jumped slightly at the touch, the action causing her to gasp as her piercing were no doubt pulled upon. The stallion smirked as his fingers began to rub her slowly, a mew of delight barely escaping her maw. Within seconds his fingers were drenched.

“So tight,” he said as he inserted those digits inside of her. Indeed her passage was as tight as ever, clamping down hard. “Your body clearly knows what it wants. All you have to do is surrender and you’ll never be starved for cock again. Just admit it, and pledge yourself to me, then your life will be so much easier.”

“F-Fuck you,” grunted Lightning. “I b-bet you have a clit dick. W-Wouldn’t feel a thing!” Hunter pulled his finger out, glaring at the mare as he licked them clean. He could, of course, take either hole right here. But no, he wanted to hear her surrender herself to him.

The thestral walked over to the tools, grabbed a riding crop, and then returned to the bound mare. Her head was down and panting hard, making him wonder if she knew what was coming. To make sure she was prepared Hunter lightly touched her cutie mark with the end of the crop, lightly tracing it along her small flank. He could see her hands ball up into fists and her body tense. Yes, she knew what was to come now. He need not hold back for fear of hurting her too much.

“Have it your way,” said Hunter in a cruel tone as he lifted the crop. A half second later there was a loud ‘smack’ noise followed by Lightning throwing her head back with a howl. A thin red line appeared above her cutie mark, but there was no blood. Hunter attacked the other side, the mare’s body jerking now from the sting. He knew her nipples and clit were being pulled on with each jerk, but it was beyond her control. Briefly he glanced at her bell but no sound came. So he continued.

Over and over the blows came. Some were softer than others. Sometimes there was a brief pause between blows while other times them came rapidly so that she could not get used to it. Hunter watched as her fur began to glisten with sweat and her mane became matted, droplets of sweat flying about as she shook her head. From time to time, he would catch glimpses of her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head just moments before she came all over the stone floor. And she did so more than once.

“Do you yield?” yelled Hunter in his most commanding tone.

“F-F-Fuck you,” whimpered Lightning after another blow came on her flank. This time, Hunter slowly slid it off of her before pulling away. His hand then replaced the crop, feeling her body tense up again due to the touch. Slowly he began to caress her, his hand gently moving across her flank. Hunter other hand followed, dropping the crop in the process, so that he could examine both flank cheeks at the same time. The well toned behind was as amazing as ever and any damage she had received would heal in a short while thanks to the Society’s Clinic. Of course, given how she was wincing, Lightning might have some trouble sitting for a bit.

His hands moved up towards her hips, Lightning releasing pleasurable noises as he did so. Her hips moved backwards, her bare bum touched his pants. Bending over himself, Hunter’s palms felt their way up her well toned stomach before making contact with her small breasts. At his touch Lightning let out a small hiss, probably due to how sore they were right now from his treatment.

“You’re close,” said Hunter as his hands retreated and he got off her. But he did not back away. Instead he placed a single finger on the base of her right wing, feeling her body tense as he slid that finger down the wing, onto her back, and finishing off on her left wing. There was a tremble running across her body now and she seemed unable to turn her head to look at him. “And I think I know just the way to break you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasped, too scared to put up a front. “To a Wonderbolt, their wings are everything.”

“But you aren’t a real Wonderbolt, are you? ” asked Hunter, “At best, you got the job as payment from Celestia.” he commented as he walked back over to where the tools were. This time he took a candle, a red one with a slight impression at the top, and lit it as he spoke. “Don’t try and lie to me. I happen to be a fan of that group. I even check their reserve roster to see upcoming new talent. So I know for a fact that you aren’t there. That and a Wonderbolt would not be in the desert all alone. They have a show in the Crystal Empire this week, completely the opposite direction.”

“I…I could have been,” said Lightning slowly after a loud gulp.

Hunter didn’t say anything just yet. Instead he walked over to Lightning with candle in hand. Once he was in front of her he bent down so that both his face and the candle were directly in front of her own. Still silent, he watched the fear in her eyes as her gaze shifted from him before turning to stare at the flickering flame. Hunter could hear her breathing quicken as she looked on to her new torment.

“I won’t…permanently damage you,” said Hunter, however his voice did not seem to break Lightning’s focus on the candle, “It will hurt, that I can most definitely assure you. To avoid this, all you need do is submit.”

“I…,” began Lightning, her words trailing off as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from the candle. “Fuck this shit. You won’t break me.” Despite this declaration, her words were not as strong as they had been. They had been delivered softly, the words ringing hollow.

“Very well,” sighed Hunter as he stood up. Lightning opened her eyes and looked up with fear just in time to see him walk behind her. With each step he took he saw Lightning’s body tense more and more. With his free hand he touched her body slowly, feeling the goosebumps forming under his palm. Then, once he was directly behind her, Hunter held out his arm holding the candle before turning it on its side for only a moment.

Several large red droplets fell through the air, landing on the wing bone. Lightning threw back her head and let out the loudest scream Hunter had ever heard her make since he had known her. The pegasus’ body tensed more than ever as she screamed, but did not thrash. Perhaps the sensations she was feeling were simply too great for her body to move. Eventually her screams died down, head falling limp as she panted madly. He watched her, giving her a few seconds to recover while the wax on her fur began to harden and then reposition his hand. A quick jerk of his hand caused more wax to fall on the opposite wing bone, the mare returning to her screaming. All the while Hunter kept an eye and an ear out for the bell which remained silent. Nor did she scream any of the safe words, even as the wax cooled.

Then it happened. Lightning came once again. Only this time her mare cum shot out, squirting all over the place like a torrent. Hunter’s eyes bulged at this sight as it went on for several long seconds. It was almost animalist in a fashion, given her position and all that. Then, just as quickly as it started, the fluids began to simply drizzle out of her before finally ending as she slumped.

Lightning was now breathing raggedly, telling Hunter that she might not be able to handle another dripping. So, after blowing the candle out, he walked over to the rack to return but also to take back the sword. Lightning seemed beyond caring what he was doing, never lifting her head or ever turning her eyes or perking her ears at his hoofsteps. He moved unnoticed by the mare as he returned to his spot behind her.

That all changed when he placed the flat end of the blade on her wing next to the wax. “Please!” she screamed. “I’ll do anything you want! Anything! You win! I’m your slave!”

“Oh?” was Hunter’s response as he held the blade were it was. “Then tell me this: what were you before you ended up in the desert? Be honest.”

“Just a horny slut like you said,” whimpered Lightning, her rear shaking a little as she said this. “You were right. I love getting pounded, not caring who or how many. Sometimes I dream about my cutie mark changing into a dick or a cum stain because I love it so much. I’ve had three cocks shoved inside of me before while jerking off two more cocks just so I could get them ready. I just love the taste of cum in my mouth. The feeling of it on my fur or filling me inside. Without it I’d go mad or die! But that’s not all. There are nights when I stay up for hours just teasing my clit or shoving things up my ponut! That’s why I pierced it. I’m nothing more than a horny bitch slut.”

“At least you’re being honest,” said Hunter, not moving the blade. “Now tell me: what are you now?”

“I’m,” began Lightning but stopped to take a breath. When she spoke up again, Hunter could hear the conviction in her voice. “I’m your toy. Your cum sleeve, a living fuck doll to be used. I’m your slave, master. All of my holes belong to you, to use as you see fit. To do with as you see fit.”

“And I shall,” said Hunter as he walked in front of her again, unzipping his pants as he did so. Soon his shaft was free of its constraints, standing at attention and bobbing a little as he walked. Once he was in front of Lightning he stood just out of reach with the sword still in his hand. Lightning was licking her lips at the sight of the precum forming at the head. “Now, lets see if you are serious. Go ahead and suck!”

As Lightning opened her mouth, Hunter grabbed her by the side of her cheeks before ramming his cock down her throat. Looking down, he could see her eyes rolling in the back of her head while tears ran down her face. Her throat began to spasm out of control while her drool escaped her lips. Had he not done this with her plenty of times before, Hunter might have been more worried. But he knew her limits very well by this point. After what they had done thus far, this was nothing.

After holding her like this for a while, Hunter pulled out slightly before beginning in earnest. With each jerk of his hips, his cock went in and out of her throat while feeling the mare’s breath on his junk. As for Lightning, she did what any true sub would do: take it and please his rod even in this condition. Hunter could feel her regaining control of the muscles in her throat, doing her best to keep them as tight as possible around his cock. He could feel her tongue lavishing the underside of his cock as it slid across her passageway. She cried out and made noises that vibrated down to his core as he face fucked her with all of his might.

As Hunter continued, his mind couldn’t help but imagine all the ways this could have been better if the others were here working with him. He could see Wallflower lavishing Lightning’s pussy and ponut or else following Hunter’s orders to plow her ass with a strap-on. He could imagine Moondancer cupping his balls or perhaps playing with the cords still attached to the nipple rings. Hunter could even imagine his two subs behind him, providing a shared rim job in utter worship.

Feeling his cock beginning to twitch, Hunter pulled out just in time to shoot his load all over Lightning’s face. The mare kept her mouth open, tongue hanging out as cum shot into the opening. As the foal batter began to drip out another blast was fired. And then another. Rope after rope hit Lightning in the face, large globs rolling downwards and falling to the ground, and still she kept her mouth open. It was only when that final grunt was heard that she finally closed her jaw.

After pulling his pants back up, Hunter began the process of releasing her. Picking up the sword once again, he positioned himself on her side before slicing the bonds connected to her piercings with a single stroke. Once she was free of those, Hunter took his time untying the rope around her wrists. The knot was a tad tricky and unsurprisingly tight after everything they had done, causing the stallion to curse slightly under his breath more than a few times before finally freeing her. As Lightning fell to the ground, Hunter almost failed to catch her by sliding his arm under her stomach.

“T-Thank you Master,” she breathed as Hunter helped her to her knees. She looked up at him, her eyelids looking heavy after everything they had done.

“It’s not over yet,” replied Hunter in a firm tone. He then got to his hooves and took a step back. “Spread your wings and remain still. This will be your final test.” With head down, her small breasts bouncing with each heavy breath, she slowly complied. Hunter could see that it was taking a real effort for her to raise her wings and even more to keep them up. They shivered and shook to the point where he would have been nervous going forward had he been anywhere else. However, he trusted his skills and the tools provided for him by the Society.

Picking up the blade for the last time, he walked behind her and placed the flat side of it against her wings. Lightning’s breathing quickened madly as she was clearly nervous to have a blade so close to her wings. Her wings were her pride and joy after all and even knowing that the sword wouldn’t damage them was not enough to cure her fears.

Slowly, Hunter moved the blade along her wing as it headed towards the wax which was now very hard. When the steel made contact, the wax peeled away from her body the way the skin of a potato might be peeled off. The cold steel pressed against the areas that had been slightly burnt, causing another sharp intake of breath. When Hunter finished, he moved to the opposite wing clearing off all of the red dots. And, when the last one had fallen to the ground and the blade had been pulled away, Lightning collapsed to the ground.

Dropping the blade, Hunter rushed over to his sub. Getting on his knees, he pulled her onto his lap watching her face wince as she did. “Ok, I think we overdid it a bit,” he said as he noticed her reddened tits.

“I…guess,” breathed Lightning in a hoarse tone. “Damn. I had…been wor-rking on…my belly dancing…skills for this. Still…that was an…amazing breaking…Master.”

Hunter grinned as he scooped up his pegasus, holding her in his arms in a bridal fashion. “Perhaps you can show it to me later,” he said in a soft whisper. “For now, let's get you to the Aftercare for some water and some much needed cuddles.”