Blood from stone
The city's stone paths were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding street lamps. Storefronts were beginning to close down for the day as ponies ambled their way through the slowly emptying streets, eager to fill their time in any way they saw fit, their respective roles in society having come to a close.
As Celestia's sunlight faded over the hills, a short mare with a red mane and tail to match, red eyes and stunning red and black high heeled stilettos made her way down the narrow cobblestone paths of the back alleys, not where one would typically find somepony of such high stature.
"Ugh... Did Schorl honestly have to pick such a distasteful location?" She asked herself taking in her surroundings which consisted of high stone walls of the windowless buildings... well windowless save for one, the main foyer which took up a majority of the upper levels.
As the mare approached the doors, she began to mutter seemingly to herself. "Le silence est d'or", she said stopping before the large oak doors.
Shortly after a faint reply could be heard. "alors ferme la bouche", it said in quite a commanding tone.
To which she replied "ma volonté est la mienne"
The mare stood facing the door, almost unblinking, her patience unwavering. It had been almost ten minutes before they opened to grant her passage.
"Ah Miss Verse, Lady Tourmaline had just been talking about you, rather enthusiastically might I add." The lowly door pony, dressed up and posh as he may be was still a nonentity in the unicorns eyes, one more greedy individual that this cesspool had dragged into its ranks with temptation and corruption. This organization that has come to be known by many in it's ranks as the "Equestria Trainers Society" or simply "The Society" to keep ponies from asking too many questions.
The Society exists for the purpose of granting ponies, mares and stallions alike as we do not discriminate here, the chance at a better life. Lady Tourmaline has the ability to see and gauge a ponies true nature, be it dominant, submissive or somewhere in between. Generally speaking it's usually the higher ups in society, the rich, the wealthy all those with higher power that are the dominant members. Because after all, how can one become so rich and powerful without a dominant will to back it up?
The Society's submissives always come through the back door, if you are picked then it means you are paid a high price for by a wealthy member of The Society and that you have submissive traits by nature. They will come and kidnap you and bring you to The Society for induction training where they will make it their goal to teach you your place, whether you like it or not. Your opinion no longer matters, you will eventually be placed into a life of servitude and cater to your master or mistresses wishes, and if you act up you will be punished and there will be consequences.
The society is a fortress and while the only thing standing between you and your freedom is the crystal witch herself, Schorl Tourmaline a crystal pony unicorn with her own unique form of magic. But the walls themselves are made up of a kind of anti-magic, not dissimilar to the kind that King Sombra used to rule over the Crystal Empire.
As the Unicorn entered the building, she drew in a sharp breath to relieve herself of the cold and bitter chill that she had succumbed to on her way to the establishment. Pillars of varying sizes adorned the walls of the foyer which consisted of a single service desk, a fireplace and a portrait upon the wall of the pony whom she detested most of all, Schorl Tourmaline herself.
The fire was warm and a welcome source of relief from the cold, shivering and rubbing her hands together and bringing them to her mouth, she stood idly for a moment enjoying one of life's simple pleasures that many would take for granted. Not her however, she knew better.
"Um- h- hello? Miss Final?"
The mare was brought to her senses by the young stallion behind the desk whom was wearing something of a semblance to a maid uniform. "Oh, I didn't see you there sweetie. I hope you have been well." She replied, locking eyes with him comfortingly for a brief moment.
Final knew the answer already but still felt the need to say something, at the very least to make this pony realize that his feelings did matter, contrary to what his captors believed. They really were cruel here, this poor pony had been selected by Photo Finish herself, one of the regulars of The Society because of his feminine appearance.
Final had known of this pony before he was taken as he worked in the fashion industry and was aspiring to work up to the level of Hoity Toity himself, one of Equestria's top designer's. He was quite the timid young stallion and had put many years of his life into his work only to have it all stripped away. He wanted nothing more than to see his designs all over Equestria, now he would be lucky if he ever got to decide his own wardrobe again.
the poor dear...Final thought to herself as she approached the counter slowly, the clicking of her heels echoing throughout the solid white room. She slowly brought her hand up to the stallion and lightly scratched him behind the ears. "It will be ok sweetie, I promise. Just be a good boy for now, listen to everypony and it will be ok..." She hushed.
"M- miss... I will get in trouble if you call me that, I- I'm not a stallion, just a... a pretty little mare to be used for my owners pleasure."
"Are you misgendering my property again, Miss Verse?"
"EEP!" The poor femcolt jumped, startled by the all too familiar voice as he ducked behind the counter as two amythist eyes pierced into him, looking none too pleased.
A cold chill went down the grey unicorns spine as Schorl's voice echoed behind her. "And just how much did you hear?" Asked Final, a little worried for the ex fashionista's fate.
Schorl smiled her usual cruel and menacing smile. "Enough to know that I need to remind this sissy bitch what she truely is" she paused briefly and turned her head slowly to the stallion who hung his own head in shame. She then continued. "Whether she likes it or not..."
The Crystal mare then turned back to Final, knowing full well that she had to be careful around this mare as she too was a loose cannon. She had known her for many moons and was quite fond of the mare, but little did she know those feelings were not mutual.
"I will tell you what Final. We will see what Miss Finish has to say about this seeing as it was not within the filly's control, though you know how that photographer loves toying with her property. I doubt that it will do her much good." She smirked sadistically. "But she just loves the attention, doesn't she?" The crystal mare said as she caressed the pony's sleek feminine form through the ruffled dress.
The small pony shifted shifted his weight uncomfortably as Schorl put her weight against his flanks, spreading her hands and feeling over his curves. She raised his dress cradling his stallionhood which was locked up securely in a cute little pink plastic cock cage. Crouching to the floor and glowering up at him she spoke, addressing the other mare but making sure he also knew that the statement was directed at him. "I will speak to Miss Finish and see what she wants done with this. We have safe methods of removal, all completely painless of course, we are not cruel here." She stated as if nothing else that the society had done could be deemed "cruel".
The young stallion grit his his teeth while turning his head away, tears trickling down from his eyes which were shut very tight. Schorl gently pushed him away but not before lightly slapping the base of the the sizable butt plug that was securely fastened to his rear with locked leather straps meaning should he have to relieve himself, they would have to first be unlocked by somepony with a key. Knowing who his master was however, this would likely result in torment on his part.
"Now Miss Verse" The authoritative mare said, quickly getting to her hooves and holding her head high. "The reason I have summoned you here today is that I have a new shipment of initiates and I will need your help processing them. Sompony with an iron hoof like yourself would be perfectly suited to the job." She said with confidence. "Now let us continue shall we?"
"Come along" Schorl said while walking past Final slowly, toward the opening to the hallway at the end of the room, the last sign of any windows or openings to the outside world. Final gave the stallion a pitying sideways glance before entering the hall and disappearing from view, leaving him to his fate.
Just before the corridor lay a small alcove consisting of a captured and bound alicorn on her knees with her wings spread and her arms locked behind her back in a reverse prayer. Her bonds were carefully woven through each extremity of her wings which were secured by rings and tunnel plugs pulled through her flesh like piercings. It was safe to assume that those glorious appendages would never allow her to soar again. The mare was blindfolded and wearing a ring gag with her muzzle forever open, a trickle of fluid, possibly drool or cum pooling in the base of her jaw just behind her lower front teeth, dripping from the ring. The statue was very detailed and it was a testament of how wrong the Crystal Witch truly was as the artist was while once a free pony, a submissive of the society, was forbidden from creating what he wanted and forced to no longer pursue his passion in life and create art against his will.
As they walked past, Final simply shook her head and continued onward following close behind the Crystal mare.
"NO! LET ME GO!!!, Please!!!" Screams of a struggling mare could be heard through the maze of corridors as both mares made their way through the sterile halls. It was like walking through an insane asylum, hearing the cries of the damned held captive against their wills. We rounded a corner and a young blonde Thestral mare with a tan coat and golden eyes was pulling with all of her might against her bonds, the leash being held by a Minotaur guard.
The Thestral was clearly distressed and this really irked Final, though there was not much she could do about things for now given the circumstances. She may have known Schorl for years but still, the mare would very easily turn on somepony. If it landed in her favor.
Schorl while passing the mare took it upon herself to attempt to calm her down with some fake empathy. "Now now dear, there is no need to be upset." She said while caressing the mare's cheek. "This is your new home, this will be a much better life for you, you won't ever have the burden of thinking or deciding things again, that will be done by your betters."
Schorl put on a fake smile as the younger pony looked up her horrified, tears welling in her eyes. "NO!!!" She shrieked, biting down hard on Schorl's hoof and kicking at the Minotaur in an attempt to escape.
"AH- grrr... you little brat! Sartek, stop her!!!
She spread her massive wing membranes and took off towards the end of the corridor but was quickly reminded of the leash around her neck as her flight was stopped short when Sartek followed orders, yanking her leash to which she immediately lost momentum, plummeting to the ground with a thud. "AH-!" Crack
"Well then you shouldn't have attempted to escape" The crystal pony said raising her voice with worry. She ran over to the bat fawning over her, making sure she did no major damage. "Startek! Who was in charge of this mare during induction, they forgot to bind her wings! Incompetence, honestly..." She paused and took in a deep breath. "No matter, see to it that they are punished for their incompetence and get that brat out of my sight... Biting a society member no matter how threatening is a big no no around here filly... you will learn soon enough. She declared as the mare cowered before her.
"I will be right back and we will see to a suitable punishment". Schorl said flatly as she turned on her hooves and walked off at a brisk pace towards an unknown destination deep in the heart of the society. The Thestral pinned her ears flatly against her head, visibly shaken to her core. Final said nothing while Sartek was within ear shot but did her best to help her understand that she was here to help, it would just take time and to hang in there.
Schorl returned a short while later, gripping her thumb and forefinger around her ear tip and pulling at the bat pony's sensitive ear, turning her head forcefully and shoving a large silver ring into her maw and strapping it around her head and muzzle.The device consisted of a metal o shaped ring which was attached to a leather halter with a built in locking mechanism on the back strap. The mare protested indignantly through the metal o' ring. "MMMMPH!- AHT EH UGK?!!! Eas.... *sniffle* ugst et e oh..." She. Whimpered, but her pleas of release fell upon deaf ears. Her muzzle already beginning to drip the pools of her saliva to the floor.
"Oooh what a sight, you know how I am with gagged mares mistress, may I show her who is in charge around here? Her owner never made any rules protecting her, she is a type 1 after all..." He said, pulling out his large girthy member and flopping it out in front of the poor bat. Her eyes widened in horror, That will never fit! she thought to herself, but she was about to find out how wrong her assumption would be.
"Oh by all means" Schorl said crouching by his side and gently cupping his rod in her palm, gliding her tongue up his length with no reservation, his dick immediately standing to attention. "Though I don't want too much mess so maybe go through the back door for now, it will be less likely to tear." She said, watching the bat mare pale as she spoke.
Sartek needed no more invitation as he proceeded to grasp the mare firmly by the back of her neck and push her roughly against the wall. "MMP- AHHN!" The mare complained through the gag as her muzzle hit the wall. She suddenly. Found the fat end of his shaft placed firmly against the ring of muscle between her ass cheeks and protested though her gag in a mixture of outrage and panic.
No, Please Celestia no! It won't fit- It won't no no no NONONO!!!
She felt immediate pressure as the head forced it's way in, the only source of lubricant was a mixture of the Minotaurs own pre-cum and Schorls saliva. As much as she tried, she could not clench hard enough and the intruder would eventually find it's way to best her defenses. It was a losing battle. The Minotaur pushed with all his might until finally the large head of his penis passed the small opening, forcing it's way in. She felt a burning sensation as he began to slowly pump in and out of her hole, the faster he got the more aroused she became against her control.
NONONO, Please... T-take it out, TAKE IT OUT!!![i/] She wanted to scream as she was brought close to climax but the gag was preventing her from doing so. "MMPH! NNNGH'HUFF HUFF"
The Minotaur lifted her by the dock of her her tail as his cocked throbbed deep within her walls and released jet after jet of hot sticky cum, filling her belly so that she looked to be in the first stages of pregnancy. The Minotaur then dropped the mare, whom slid off his cock and fell to the ground squirting her own juices. Shaken and spent, she lay on her side and pushed out all the Minotaur jisim that she could.
"Take Arrabella here to the chambers below after you properly have her clean up this mess of course... and no meal for tonight, this mess should be quite adequate" The crystal mare said irritably. "I think a few days with Whiplash ought to teach her her place... Then after that, I am sure the two of us will get along just fine."
She then grabbed Final by the hand and led her along."We don't take kindly to any type of violence against society members Miss Verse, you will soon begin to learn that rather quickly. Come along" She said authoritatively as she quickened her pace, Final not having much choice in the matter.
They slowed to a much more relaxed pace as they neared their destination, Schorl Tourmaline's office the last point of call for any slave of the society's freedom. Well technically speaking they are already owned at this point but it is generally here in this room that they are to find out their fate and that they no longer have a will of their own.
There were quite a few ponies who were bound in the lineup that were presented to the society that day, some of which Final recognized and some she had never seen before. There were some feisty characters as well as some who found it quite easy to submit and obey. The one who was giving the most trouble was a single Pegasus mare who sported a stylistic type of Mohawk that flopped over the side of her face and snake bite piercings to complete her edgy look.
"Get the fuck off me you bulky brain dead fucks! I have things that I need to do! Do I look like I would even fuck- MMPH?!!" She was cut short by the Minotaur clamping her muzzle with his hand."You don't have things you need to do anymore... and do I look like I give a fuck what you look like..?" He paused to let it sink in. "You're owned now, get used to it!!!" He leaned in, lifting the mare by her ear and shouting into it.
The look of panic on her frightened face seemed to be turning the Crystal mare on as she licked her lips hungrily. "Sartek, I think I will have some fun with this one, she's quite feisty..." Schorl said seductively. "Maybe some alone time once she's been properly restrained."
The mare was having none of it as she started blurting out expletives towards Schorl. "You will never get away with this you bitch!!! The princesses, ponies of authority... they will find you!!!"
What this Pegasus failed to realize however was that there were in fact ponies of Influence who were already members of the society. Schorl decided to dash the mares hopes right there and sent off her guard to retrieve somepony.
"Now if that were true dear, the many lovely toys you have passed on your way through would have been rescued years ago. That lovely little slut you were speaking with earlier, has been here for almost a decade and is quite well behaved as you could tell."
The Pegasus thought back to the mare she was speaking with earlier, the very obedient mare...
"This mare was not that dissimilar to you when she first arrived, she used to be a difficult little mare but has now accepted her role and her place in the world, not that she had a choice in the matter sadly." She was cut short by a familiar pony entering the room.
"Miss Tourmaline, I was told my presence was required. I do hope this is important as I had been planning on getting a cock cleaning service from Miss Vinyl Scratch later today, she has become such a wonderful toy and I thank you so very much for allowing my unorthodox request at the last auction."
The Pegasus lost all confidence at that moment.. If a pony of influence such as Fancy Pants himself were involved in all of this, what chance did she have? She was going to be nothing more than a slave for the rest of her life...
The Pegasus dropped to her knees and began to sob. "P-please ju... just let me go. I have family... f- friends." she plead before getting cut off by Schorl. "Yes, all of which you will never see again I am afraid. You see you are a submissive, I can see that quite clearly and as such your place is to be owned and that does not come with freedom of choice." She paused and lowered her voice in a motherly tone. "I will see to it that you enjoy your new life but. I am afraid. Even if I did pity you enough to let you go that it would only lead to risking the exposure of the society."
Schorl reached into her drawer, pulling out several collars and holding them up against the pony until she came to a decision. She reached for the Pegasus and began to fasten the collar around her neck but was met with resistance as the mare began to squirm and plea some more. "Sartek hold her still will you, this is being made more- nngh.. difficult than it needs to be"
Sartek took initiative and squeezed the pony's throat, cutting off the flow of oxygen and blood. The pony soon began to weaken as the life began to drain from her eyes, sitting there mouth agape... Schorl took this opportunity to fasten the collar and explain to the pony the consequences of taking it off and how they would be worse than if she were to attack a society member.
"Are we clear filly..?" Schorl questioned the mare Ike a child being berated. "Y- yes Mistress..." She replied in defeat. "Good girl, see that isn't so bad now is it..?" Schorl thinking she was not going to get an answer glared into her before she replied. "N- no mistress..." The Pegasus replied, despite her own trepidation.
Throughout the exchange, Final had noticed Schorl's horn light up. So that is how she does it... I will have to figure out whether or not I am immune to her manipulation or not. This will be difficult
Final decided to get to the point of the matter. "So we're here and there don't seem to be many arrivals to process. What did you really need me for?" She inquired.
Schorl gestured to Final to take a nearby seat to which she obliged by sitting and crossing her hooves and facing the mare.
The crystal mare spoke clearly and bluntly. "Simply put, I wish to offer you a permanent place in this society, not just as a member but an actual employee."Final. Was a little taken aback at this sudden offer.
"And... what is the catch?" She queried, airing on the side of caution.
Schorl gave as straight an answer as she could without leading to further questions, while. This was truthful she also had other intentions which she chose not to reveal to the mare. "It's quite simple really. You and that bordello of yours have caused quite the stir among the populous with it's wild debauchery and while the general populous of Equestria generally frowns upon it in the public view, you and I both know their true thoughts. That is why I would like you to use this "Black and Grey Mare" club of yours to keep eyes off of the society, act a a cover if you will." Lure more submissives willing to volunteer their services and capture them for myself.... She thought deviously to herself.
Final brought her finger to her chin, thinking carefully.
"Take. All the time you need Miss Verse, but know this. It will benefit the society more than you know and you will have access to it's members 24/7 as well as a hefty pay check to boot."
Final clasped her fingers together and faced the mare respectfully. "Don't insult me Schorl, you know I am quite wealthy and have no use for extra pets, in fact mine are quite willing... the same can't be said for yours."
Schorl cut her off before she could finish however. "That is the thing Miss Verse, willingness to obey. You seem to have this uncanny ability to take control without manipulation tactics and that would be a valuable asset for us. Please do take some time to consider it."
FInal got to her hooves and boldly gave her response. "I will. Consider it." She said thoughtfully, growing impatient as the daylight was getting away from them both having spent hours "showing off" to Final. "But for now it is getting rather late and I do need to be getting back to my own pets."
Schorl stood up herself, smiling happily. "I will give you 3 days to consider this Miss Verse, I hope you make the right decision." She said, placing a hand on Final's lower back and guiding her to the exit. "I will lead you back to the entrance and have somepony escort you home"
Final. Graciously accepted the offer. And bid the mare farewell. She would have a lot to consider over the next few days.