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Wolf Taming 62

CW: Non-con - asphyxiation - pain - implied body horror

I wanted her to stop touching me.

Briar had been silent since Bridget walked away. She just stood behind me while she hummed and brushed my hair. I wanted to smack her hands away, but the drug was still paralyzing my muscles. I could do nothing but look forward and look at myself in the mirror. Looking like some kind of doll Briar was dressing up. I hated wearing bright colors like this.

“I can recognize you’re upset.” Briar’s voice wasn’t condescending. That would have been better. It was the voice of a doctor trying to talk to me. I remember the tone well enough for the one session I had with a therapist on campus when I was in college. I hated how it sounded. “It must be strange to be like this. Ragdoll was your invention, regardless of whether you discovered it by accident or not. No one thinks they’ll be on the receiving end of something like that.”

“Maybe you ought to try it.” I made eye contact with her in the mirror and glared at her. It fell a bit short when she hit another snag in my hair and I flinched. “Would shut you up for a few minutes at least.”

“It’s cute that you think you can be threatening right now. Maybe you were the big scary breaker to the victims you tortured in your custom made room, but right now all I can see in the mirror is a cute girl in a pretty yellow dress.” She leaned down so her face was right next to mine and smiled. “A pretty girl who is completely helpless to do anything by herself. Ragdoll is pretty amazing, isn’t it? I could just walk out that door and come back in two days and you’ll still be here. Probably sitting in a puddle. Flora would probably be upset if you ruined one of her chairs though.”

I knew enough to recognize a threat when I heard one. The contract required that I get breaks. I’d get plenty of those if I was just left here a few days on my own. It would probably be an easier time than being actively tortured, but days without food and water while being left alone with my thoughts was also its own kind of torture.

I was spared having to answer by a knock at the door. Briar gave my hair a few more strokes with the brush before she put it down and went to answer the door. I couldn’t see the hallway from here, but I could heard them.

“Miss Briar, I have fetched the wheelchair.” There was a weird pause before Bridget kept talking. “This was the one the staff said would be best?”

“Thank you Bridget.” I wear the two walk back towards me, the wheelchair coming into view as well.

It was oddly plush. The cushions looked comfortable, something I had a hard time believing that Rayne or Flora would bother getting. There were straps on the arm and footrests. They were most likely there to make sure a slave that was being taken somewhere couldn't try to run.

“Alright, Zoe.” Briar set the wheelchair to the side and walked up to me. “Let's go for a walk.”

I did my best to stay calm as she picked me up again. She carefully placed a hand under my legs and back and transferred me over to the wheelchair. Despite my inability to run, Briar placed my feet on the foot rests and tightened the straps. She didn’t bother with my hands though, she folded them in my lap instead.

“There, now you’re sitting pretty and your feet won’t bounce off the foot rest if we hit a bump.” She smiled at me before moving behind the wheelchair. “Bridget, wait in that chair.”

“Yes, Miss Briar.” Without hesitation Bridget sat back down in her chair and started to stare off into space.

Briar turned off the lights as she left, leaving Bridget sitting in darkness. It didn’t seem likely that she’d care though.

Briar wheeled me through the house, trying to find the best route to get me to the first floor. Eventually she gave up and carefully brought me and the wheelchair down the stairs step by step. My hands had bounced to the side on the way down the stairs, something Briar unfortunately noticed and quickly put me back to the way I was.

A maid saw us walking towards the garden and quickly went to the door to open it. Briar nodded in acknowledgement to her. It was probably the most acknowledgement a slave got in this house. Being acknowledged meant you were on Rayne and Flora’s radar, something none of them wanted.

As much as I hated Flora, even I couldn’t deny her garden was beautiful. True to her name she had a green thumb and had a strange way of getting plants to grow in the most adverse of conditions. Her special rose “statues” proved that. Men and women strapped in various kinds of bondage with thorny rose vines growing around them. Seeing some of the flower placements could only leave me to assume the true extent of these art pieces. It was a sickening thought.

“Not much for the decor, but the flowers are nice, aren’t they?” Briar said as she aimlessly pushed me along the garden path.

“Yeah, lovely.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I really didn't want to be in any space that Flora designed. “We went outside. Are we done?”

“You rarely take the time to smell the flowers, Zoey.” Briar said as we stopped next to a bench. “I’ve seen you work yourself until you collapsed on many occasions. You aren’t being whipped. You’re not being alone in the dark with your own thoughts.” She walked around to the front of the wheelchair, crossed her arms, and looked down at me. “Why not just enjoy the moment and be thankful I’m not doing anything to you?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” I growled, trying my best to look up at her. It wasn’t easy without control of my neck. “I’m here because of you. You’re currently pissing me off. Currently my problems are because of you!”

“I’m sorry, Zoey. You’re adorable, but sometimes I think you really are an idiot.” Briar sighed as she fished something out of her pocket.

“What the fuck does that me-?”

My words were cut off as Briar quickly shot her hand out and pressed her thumb and middle finger to my cheeks. It held my mouth open mid-sentence. I couldn’t even bite down on her fingers, I’d have to bite through my cheek to do so.

“What I’m saying, Zoe.” Briar said as I watched her reach towards my mouth with her other hand. “Is that virtually all your problems are self-inflicted.”

I felt something touch my tongue and she finally let go. I tried to scrape it off, but it was like goo stuck to my tongue.

“You’re surprisingly childish, Zoey. For many reasons really. But the one thing I learned about you when you lived as a breaker at the auction house is that you have a very limited palate when it comes to food.” Briar shrugged as she sat down on the bench in front of me. She showed me the thing she had fished out of her pocket. It looked like one of those tiny boxes you got breath strips in. “You ate a lot of simple things. You always avoided anything spicy.”

Almost on cue I felt my mouth beginning to burn. A tingle at first, but then it continued to get more and more unbearable.

“The hellfire’s kiss was never really the kind of spicy for enjoying though. It’s the kind of spice only meant to hurt.” She shook the tiny red container. “I found someone who had made them into these breath strip things. It’s so much more compact and easy to carry than those spray bottles. I didn’t want to have to use it. I wanted to just go for a nice walk through the garden. But you had to keep doing the same thing you always do and make things difficult.”

I couldn’t stop myself from hyperventilating. I could take the whippings if I had too. Sleep deprivation was nothing I had never inadvertently done to myself. Most things I was sure I could stand. I had no way to brace myself against the burning in my mouth. It kept getting worse. It quickly spread from my tongue, to my entire mouth, to my throat when salvia dripped back down.

“Zoey, sweetie, you’re drooling.” Briar sighed dramatically as she pulled out a napkin and wiped away the spit. “It would be a shame if you ruined your dress.”

“Fuck you!” I finally screamed. I desperately tried to get my limbs to agree with me. To let me move. To do anything to stop it.

“Oh, Zoey.” Briar shook her head. “Screaming and cursing are such childish responses. Even your victims were capable of asking for help. You obviously didn’t give it to them, but they asked.”

I watched as she pulled a tiny spray bottle out of her pocket. She leaned forward, opened my left hand, put the bottle in it and then sat back again. She didn’t look smug. She looked at me the way I imagined a scientist would a mouse when studying its behavior.

“You think you can do everything yourself? That’s some elixir. A few sprays in your mouth will stop that burn pretty quickly. A lot of your victims begged for the same thing. They just wanted that burning to stop. I bet it's still getting worse as we speak. Now you’re experiencing the same thing. The only difference between you and them is that I gave you the bottle.” That neutral look finally turned into a smirk. “So why aren’t you using it?”

She was right, it was getting worse. I could feel it in my lungs. Every breath hurt. The screams always told me how effective the spray was to use on the slaves I was breaking. Their screams undersold how much it truly burned.

“Please.” My throat ached as I said it. My throat felt like a desert. It felt like it was ripping apart as I talked.

“Hm? What was that Zoey?”

“Please!” I was struggling to breathe.

Briar leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of elixir from my hand. “Open your mouth, Zoe.”

The relief was almost instant. It felt like a cool breeze wafting across my tongue. It coated my mouth. I felt it rush into my lungs when I breathed in, quelling their fire.

I had tried so hard since I got here to play the game. I suffered through Flora’s stupid birthday party and everything that brought. I agreed to their damn terms to help me. I ended the career of another stupid breaker. Suffered through a whipping by Rayne.

But this was what finally brought me to tears. That made me beg. A damn breath strip put on my tongue while we sat in the garden.

“Good girl, Zoey.” Briar said, putting the cap back on the elixir bottle. “See how much better life is when you ask me for help instead of thinking you can do things for yourself?”

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queenjunoking · 1 year

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Wolf Taming Pt 61

I could hear Frost breathing hard as the trainers fussed over her. I wanted to look back and see what happened, but the treadmill kept going. Clarity had set some automatic program I was helpless to stop. With her preoccupied there was no one to stop it.

All I could do was run and listen to them fuss over her. I could hear them asking her questions about the pain. One idiot even asked if she could move her ankle like there was any significant movement we could do in these damn boots.

“What happened?” The barn went quite again as Eos’s voice boomed through the room. The only noise came from me and others like me that were stuck running on a treadmill that wouldn’t let up. “I asked what happened!”

“Mistress Eos.” I could hear Natalie speak up. “We had a broken hoof situation on one of the stallions and I went over to assist. There were no trainers nearby. We heard a yelp and when we rushed over Frosthoof was on the ground.”

There was a tense moment of silence. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see what was happening behind me. I could only assume Eos was pissed off.

“Frosthoof?” I could hear Eos take a few more steps down Frost.

“I m-mistepped, Mistress Eos.” Frost said between deep breaths. “I lost my balance and I couldn’t recover.”

I was shocked. I assumed she was going to sell me out immediately as the one that was distracting her. Frost seemed to be Eos’s favorite, why take any blame?

“Hm…” I felt my chest tighten, Eos didn’t sound convinced.

I saw a gloved hand come into view and press a few buttons. The treadmill slowed down and eventually came to a stop. I was thankful I could finally stop running, my feet were killing me.

That gratitude came to an end as Eos walked in front of me. She was still dressed in that stupid horse riding outfit. It seemed pointless when there weren’t any actual horses here to ride.

“Callidora, you’re stationed next to Frosthoof. What happened?”

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Saying I was at fault could get Frost in trouble for lying as well as getting Lucky and Clover punished again. If I agreed with Frost and said that she simply tripped and it was found out I was lying Frost, Lucky, and Clover could still be punished. Who knew where microphones might be? There could be cameras everywhere. Why wouldn’t Eos have eyes on the entire farm?

I needed to split the difference.

“What she said is true, E-... Mistress Eos.” I decided to use her dumb title to hopefully work to smooth things over. “I heard her lose her balance and fall as her treadmill was slowing down.”

Her eyes were boring into mine. I wanted to match her energy and stare back, but deep down I knew the correct thing to do to try to keep defusing the situation. I broke eye contact and looked down at the floor.

“However, I had said something to her and caught her off guard. She may have tripped, but my words were the instigating factor.”

It was too late to take it back now. I had admitted fault. I could only hope that sharing the burden would save everyone from the full fury.

Before Eos could say anything the door to the room opened again. I could hear a few people entering. I wasn’t sure why there were here, but they came at a really bad time if they wanted to use the equipment.

“Mistress Eos.” An unfamiliar voice came from behind me. “We brought equipment for a transfer, would you like Frosthoof moved to a medical stall?”

Of course it was too much to ask that someone injured got to go into a normal room to get checked out. I wasn’t sure what kind of medical staff she had, but it unfortunately made far too much sense that they just shoved them into another set of stalls. I was surprised Eos could restrain herself enough not to call them vets.

“Yes, move her.”

Finally Eos moved out of sight. I could still feel her nearby, probably supervising the process. I could hear the noises of Frost’s outfit as she was probably placed onto a gurney or whatever they used to move her. It just felt like another insult to injury to have to listen to all the restraints rattling as she was carried away. Had Frost not been wearing these damn boots she wouldn’t be hurt.

Part of me had just expected Eos to leave with Frost. That was too much for me to hope for. I saw her hand come into view again, clipping a leash to the front of my harness. I felt someone messing with the restraints attached to the back of it, probably Clarity unhooking me.

“Lets go, Callidora.” Eos gave the leash a few tugs and began to walk.

Despite my deepest instincts telling me tackle her, I managed to just follow her out of the room and back into the hallway. The ones that took Frost were nowhere to be seen. Just the kind of efficiency expected when messing up could get your tied to a post and lashed.

“Honestly I’m surprised you have any kind of medical staff here.” I gave the minimum effort in keeping the bitterness out of my voice. Part of me wondered if the medical staff were slaves as well. Taken away from saving the lives of regular people to watch over her farm instead. “What’s going to happen to her? She going to get a chance to recover or are you just going to dump her because you’re allowed to do whatever you want with her?

“Callidora.” I could hear the rare bit of anger creeping into Clarity’s voice.

“I’m not a monster, Callidora.” Eos said without an ounce of self awareness. “Frost is a high performer and it would be stupid of me to just get rid of her. She’ll have her chance to recover and show she can still accomplish as much as she was before. Would your coach have made you run on a busted ankle?”

And there was the truth. Frost was one of her best racers. If these races were anything like regular horse racing then there was probably a gambling aspect. Frost was probably a source of income for her. There was no altruism for not immediately putting Frost somewhere worse on the farm. It was a good financial decision for her to see if Frost would recover.

“Being the cause of an injury to one of my best ponies really should be enough for me to punish Lucky and Clover again as I promised I’d do.”

“N- wait. You promise.” I felt my heart drop at her words. Her smile told me that she knew that would be my reaction.

“Yeah, yeah. I said if you were good they’d be fine. Despite it not being your place to tell Frosthoof about Ember’s fate, you weren’t bad per se.” I could see Eos was trying to formulate an idea that she could justify as fair. “Lucky and Clover are off the hook. For now. But if Frosthoof doesn’t recover they’ll pay. I’ll flip a coin. One will stay with you, the other will become a permanent decoration in the barn. If you think what you’ve seen is bad so far… well Callidora you haven’t seen how bad it can truly get. Many slaves would think you’re in paradise right now.”

I didn’t even want to think about how much worse things could get. Worse than human ponies. Worse than humans permanently bound in a barn and being milked for the rest of their lives. Worse than becoming some kind of permanent decoration? My mind only had so many ideas and the last hing I wanted to risk was giving them more.

I felt her finger push my chin up so I’d make eye contact with her again.

“Thank me for my generosity, Callidora.”

I only paused for a second, knowing better than to give her a reason to inflict more pain on those on her horrible farm. I tried to help Frost, spare her from being taunted with the information from someone like Jude. Instead all I did was seal the fate of either Lucky or Clover if she didn’t recover. Two more lives made worse by my actions.

“Thank you, Mistress Eos.” Her name stuck bitterly to my tongue.

“Good girl, Callidora.”

I seethed at the way she talked to me. Talking down to me like she thought she really was so much better than I was. Like she’d be able to protect herself if even a quarter of those here turned against her.

A few moments later we walked out of the barn and towards an unfamiliar path. Clarity had said we had some training regime but it seemed Eos didn’t particularly care.

“Where are we going?” I finally said, feeling annoyed that we were just walking off somewhere without indicating why we were leaving the barns.

“Clarity.” Eos sighed.

We stopped for a moment and Clarity held up my bit. “Please lean down, Callidora.”

My annoyance had apparently gotten my speaking “privileges” revoked. I bent down a bit and opened my mouth. There wasn’t much else I could do. Clarity placed it in my mouth and quickly tightened it. A bit more harshly than she had previously.

With Eos satisfied we continued our walk. I felt a little nervous as we hit a path going towards the woods. The last time we had taken a walk into the woods we had gone to the cow barn. That was in the other direction though.

“I told you that we generally punish others in the place of our best ponies. That ‘generally’ is important because there are tons of punishments we could inflict on our ponies if we wanted too. There are so many punishments that don’t physically hurt anyone.”

Our destination came into view. A row of something that resembled the frames the cow slaves had been locked in. There were eight of them. At the moment they were all empty.

“The idea for the cow slave frames came from there. Farmhands that don’t live up to expectations were once brought here and placed in these for a week.” She turned to me and had the gall to smirk. “Helped them realize there were worse things than having to work here. I have better methods now though.”

She pulled out a key and unlocked the frame. My heart sank as I realized what was about to happen.

“Call me sentimental, but I just couldn’t get rid of these. Instead they have a new purpose. They’re now here to give mares a taste of their own stupidity. Let them experience the cow life so they can make an informed decision about the fate they seem like they’re eager to have for reasons that escape me.” She stood aside and gestured towards the frame. “Step in Callidora. I suggest you listen or these frames might have two new permanent residents.”

Her threat stole the fight from me before I could even start. I stared at the frame for a few more seconds before I walked towards it. What else was I going to do? Run? Eos and Clarity would catch me. I was on a dirt trail in these boots.

There was a small piece of metal I knew I was supposed to lay across. When I did my neck was in the perfect position for a collar shaped piece of the frame to shut around it. Eos wasted no time closing that, already sealing my fate.

I had seen there was a part of the frame used to hold the arms, just like the frame in the cow barn, but with my arms already in a binder Clarity didn’t seem to bother with it. What she did was pull my legs far outwards and lock them in.

Laying like this made my tits hang off the seat. I was sitting like the cow slaves in the barn were. Uncomfortable, unable to escape, and with my tits out to be milked. In someways I knew I was more comfortable than they were. Those slaves were held but a series of chains, cuffs, and bars. They didn’t have the “luxury” of a plate to rest their body weight on. Something that had to be extremely painful on its own, but worse when subjected to whatever formula engorged their breasts.

“Callidora.” Eos spoke up, breaking the silence. I was unable to do anything but stare at the ground. It wasn’t like I could answer her. “I’m planning on having a race very soon with a very special prize. My recommendation for you is this. When I let you out of here I’d put my heart and soul into making sure you’re ready for it. Because if I don’t think you really want to be a pony, you’ll be going into the cow barn. I’m already fed up with you. You’ll be spending the rest of your life in a frame very similar to this one with nothing to do. No other ponies to talk to like you’ve gotten to do so far, the cows are gagged for a reason. Just mind numbing boredom.”

I saw Eos’s boots come into view. She knelt down and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, forcing my head up at far as the frame would allow.

“Your fate is entirely in your hands. You can do what you’re told and be rewarded or continue this attitude and get punished. You’re going to get a fun glimpse into what your life could be like if you keep messing up. Consider this your last chance to impress me.”

When she let go of my hair my head practically shot back down to the ground. My chest was tight with panic. When we were in the barn she hadn’t seen that upset, but now I knew she was simply keeping her emotions under control in front of her slaves. She had no issue letting me know how frustrated she was with me when there wasn’t anyone to see.

“Clarity, place these on her.” I heard a jiggle above me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew it was going to be another punishment.

“Yes, Mistress Eos.”

I saw Clarity next to me with something in her hand. She placed a hand on my breast and I instinctively tried to pull away, but the frame held me still. A few moments later a stab of pain hit my nipple. As I tried to wiggle away from it there was just a chorus of jingling. While I was trying to figure out what was happening I felt a stabbing pain on my other nipple.

I felt like an idiot when I realized what they were. Nipple clamps with bells on them. I had seen various other pony slaves with them on. Usually the ones that were pulling a cart.

“No auto-milkers out here for you to wear for the next few hours. Maybe some clamps will do. If nothing else it’ll give you something to listen too.”

I watched Eos’s boot vanish as she walked behind me. A second later my backside exploded with pain as she hit my ass as hard as she could.

“Enjoy the peace of the woods, Callidora. Use this time to think wisely. There are two paths before you. Becoming a pony might be hard, but it's much more rewarding than the easy path. I have an open framing in the milking barn if you want it that bad though.”

I managed to hold myself together as they walked away, leaving me alone in the middle of the woods. Once I was by myself though I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Every sob and heave was accompanied by the mocking sound of a bell.

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queenjunoking · 2 years

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Wolf Taming pt 60

CW: Anxiety

It felt like my heart was beating a thousand times a second. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even make any noise. Until now there were times I could have fought back. That was gone. I felt like a broken doll in Briar’s arms. I had been in danger plenty of times before. I had fought back against my kidnapping. But even on that night I wasn’t as vulnerable as I was right now.

This was never supposed to be used on me.

“Shhh… you’re going to be alright.” I glared daggers into Briar as she stroked my hair. “You can still breathe, Zoey.”

I wanted to lunge at her. It wasn’t anything I didn’t expect, but I hated to hear my name. I had discarded it so long ago. She obviously didn’t care. She was doing it on purpose. I could see her game, by ignoring what I was supposed to be called she wasn’t respecting my place in the Society.

She ignored the holes I was trying to burn into her head though. She moved me a bit so she could pick up her bag and throw it over her shoulder before shifting me back so she was carrying me in both arms. I hated that it was this easy. This was why I was always careful. I wasn’t strong enough to lift others, it's why I had tried to be careful with Sasha. If this situation was reversed I’d never have been able to carry Briar.

“We’re going to another room. Somewhere more appropriate for what you’ll be experiencing today.” I rolled my eyes as she walked to the door. Rayne and Flora had tons of rooms here. I’d seen things that even I wouldn’t use to break someone.

Briar’s methods were different though. She didn’t use pain to break someone. Why would she need a different room? Before I even had a chance to really think about it, the door slid open and I was looking at the last person I wanted to see right now.

Bridget.

She was still dressed like a maid. Her gaze was a million miles away, I doubt she really recognized Briar standing in front of her, let alone me. She was just smiling happily.

Flora’s threat was still in my mind. If I didn’t give up Flora said Bridget would be the subject of her next art project. It shouldn’t have been a real choice. I knew I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t become a slave to the Society, much less to Rayne and Flora. Deep down I knew Bridget was gone. If Flora did something to her… well it was no longer my old friend in there. But when I was confronted by her I felt my resolve waver. If I succeeded I was dooming her to a worse fate than whatever she was now. But if I failed I’d lose Sasha and be at the mercy of Flora.

I stared at Bridget, trying to strengthen my resolve, when I realized Briar was watching my reaction. I did my best to glare at her. Despite my attempts I still couldn’t yell at her, much less escape her. She smiled back at me and turned to Bridget.

“Good morning, Bridget.” Briar said in an annoying pleasant tone. “Did you set up the room like I asked?”

“Yes, Miss Briar.” Her voice sounded distant, hollow, but she still sounded like her. “Everything has been set up to your spec-. Um….” Bridget trailed off, sounded lost.

“Specifications, dear.” Briar gently finished Bridget’s sentence. “Can you take us to the room, Bridget?”

“I believe so, Miss Briar.”

Bridget turned and began walking. Not once did she look down at me. She didn’t have a reason to look at me. She didn’t know who I was anymore. But it hurt when she turned away.

We walked through the halls silently for a bit. We eventually went up a flight of stairs. All of the tiled rooms were in the basement. That didn’t meant Rayne and Flora didn’t mistreat their slaves elsewhere, but those were the rooms no slave wanted to be in. Those were the ones easy to clean. The only thing I could think of was that we were going to one of Flora’s “art rooms”.

“Wh-” I did my best to clear my throat. I could feel the words deep in my throat, but I just couldn’t form them quite yet. “Wh-er..”

“Shhh…” I could almost feel my eye twitch as Briar shushed me. “You’ll see.”

We went up another flight of stairs and down the hall before Bridget finally stopped. She opened the door for us and waited silently for Briar to enter. I wasn’t sure what to expect as Briar carried me into the room. Maybe one of Flora’s trellises? Some kind of metal skeleton she uses to twist some of her victims in permanent poses?

What I wasn’t expecting was a bedroom.

It wasn’t too different from the one I stayed in during my fight night here. A bit more luxurious maybe. Less natural light and more… intimate which I didn’t like. There was a large comfortable bed with red sheets on it. There were a few boxes sitting on the bed, probably something she forced Bridget to carry here. My mind was racing, wondering what was in it. A large vanity was in the corner, a chair with cushions matching the sheets. Flora had probably spent more decorating the room than I had decorating my entire house.

“Here we are, Z. This will be your new room until you either break or Sasha is saved. What do you think?” Briar smiled down at me as she turned so I could see the room.

“Dis..p-pointing.” I managed to get out with some effort. I wasn’t sure what her game was.

“Really? I thought it was quite nice. Maybe not my style but it’s quite comfortable.” She tilted her head a bit as her smile fell a little. “Though I suppose you were never one for comfort, were you? Does the idea of getting to stay somewhere like this make you uncomfortable?”

She was already starting with her bullshit. She tried to do this over and over when we were both breakers. I hated her trying to get in my head.

“It’s rude not to answer, Zoey.” She shook her head and started across the room, towards the vanity.

“Z.” I corrected her.

“Strange. I always thought you hated being called Z.” She set me down on the chair in front of the mirror. I fumed as she rearranged my body, making sure I wouldn’t tip over. She placed each of my arms on the armrests and forced me to stare forward at my reflection in the mirror. “I would think you’d want to get rid of it. Especially since, you know, Eos forced that name on you. Afterall, she was the one that kidnapped you in the first place. Despite escaping she still named you like you were her property.”

“Sh-” I coughed, feeling my vocal chords finally release. It felt like a hand grabbing my throat had just suddenly released. It was a small comfort, but it was at least one thing free. “Shut up.”

“You’re in no place to make demands.” Briar shrugged and walked off. “I’m glad that you can talk though.”

I tried to follow her in the mirror, but she vanished once she reached the doorway. I could hear her talking to someone outside the door, but I couldn’t make it out. A few moments later she came back in, Bridget in tow. She led Bridget to a chair in the corner and had her sit down. To my dismay I realized that I would be able to see her in the reflection the entire time I was sat here.

“There.” Briar said as she closed the door. “Everyone’s settled.” I saw her give me a thoughtful look in the mirror. “Well, almost. I think you need to get dressed.”

“Then give me the antidote and I’ll do it myself.”

Briar had the audacity to laugh at me. “Oh, Zoey. We were breakers. We don’t give fair fights. That’s the mistake Sonja made and it’s why she spent a half hour being waterboarded.”

I watched her go through the boxes, the contents blocked from my view by her body. She was muttering to herself about what to choose as she rooted around. After a few minutes she seemed to have finally decided on something. I tried to see what it was, but she hid it behind her back as she walked up behind me.

I hated her standing behind me like that. I knew what she was doing. She was significantly taller than I was even when I was standing. Sitting down made me even smaller. She could stand behind me and easily observe me in the mirror. It also meant I could see her while she stood in a position of power behind me.

“I bought something special for you last night.” Briar smiled down at me.

“Return it.”

“Aw, don’t be like that.” I felt her stroke my cheek and I had to stop myself from trying to bite her. “Why don’t you look at it first?”

When I saw what she had I just felt further frustrated. She had bought clothes for me. A skimpy yellow strapless dress.

“I have my own clothes.”

“Your own clothes are all dark and dreary, Zoey.” Briar said as she snapped her fingers. Bridget stood up and walked over.

“How may I assist you, Miss Briar?” Bridget answered in that hollow tone.

I felt my arms pulled up as Briar lifted me out of my seat. “Please pull Zoey’s dress up while I hold her, Bridget.”

Bridget nodded and followed the instructions given. I wanted to kick them both away, but I just hung there limply. I watched as Bridget slid the dress up my body, wanting to do nothing but pull it back off. I hated how bright it was.

“It’s such a beautiful color on you, Zoey.” Briar said as she lowered me back into my chair and set my arms back on the armrest.

“I hate it. If you want me dressed then let me wear what I want.”

“Because you don’t get a say right now, Zoey.” Briar shrugged and waved Bridget off. “I think you look lovely in bright colors and it's a shame you don’t wear them more. I know why you don’t, but maybe you’ll learn to enjoy them as time goes on.”

“I don’t believe your bullshit.” I could feel an unintended growl leave my throat. “Your methods are as full of shit as you are.”

“Oh my, are you going to growl every time you don’t get your way?” Briar asked, her question dripping with fake shock. “You’re usually so level headed. It’s so unlike you to get angry like this. Tell me, is it the pressure of the situation thats causing this or is it because it’s me?”

“Why don’t we just cut to the chase and stop playing whatever dumb game you think you’re winning.” My eye twitched again at her condescending tone. “Are you just taking this opportunity to humiliate me because you feel jilted that I didn’t let you look into my head? Why don’t you be honest?”

“Zoey, I didn’t need to have you sit on the couch and talk for an hour to get inside your head. I could have called you out in the first five minutes we met. And if all I wanted to was humiliate you I’d have bought you pony restraints. That’s what you were kidnapped for afterall. Spending the next few days forced to fulfill the role you had worked so hard to avoid.”

I felt Briar tip my head upwards. If my muscles worked I would have flinched from a hand being that close to my throat. She smiled down at me, but I could recognize that glint in her eyes.

“Is that what you’d rather wear? Ask nicely and I’ll remove the dress and pay for some pony restraints sent here. I bet I could get a set here in an hour.” Her thumb stroked my cheek as she went on. “Instead of sitting here in this room and chatting you can spend the rest of your time here learning how to be a show pony. Is that what you’d like? Say please and we’ll do it.”

I could feel my face turning red with anger. I knew she was right. That wasn’t the worst thing she could do to me, but she was right that if she wanted to humiliate me it was the easiest route to go. There was something more happening here.

“Use your words, Zoey or I might have to assume you’re too embarrassed to ask for what you really want.”

“No.” I gave in after a few more moments of silence. There were things I knew I could take better than others. Being whipped by Rayne had been easy, if painful. Losing body autonomy like this made me panic. However, Briar was threatening the loss of body autonomy while still being able to move, which made it worse. I found it hard to believe Rayne and Flora didn’t have a stable here somewhere and I knew those things were designed to force movement.

“So you want to stay in this nice room and wear these nice clothes I picked out for you instead of being a pony and prancing around outside?” Briar pushed again. I had given her an opening and she was just twisting the knife.

“Yes.” I said, carefully erasing the growl I felt rising in my throat.

“Then we’ll leave the pressing to Sasha for now.” Briar said as she twisted the knife around yet again. “You can’t always have your way, Zoey. But if you don’t make your wishes apparent no one can help you.”

She snapped her fingers again and Bridget was instantly beside her.

“Yes, Miss Briar?”

“Bridget, please get us a wheelchair. After I fix Zoey’s hair I think a walk through the garden would be good for her.”

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Wolf Taming 59

CW: Body Image

I could hear where we were going before we got there. The sounds of dozens of these stupid hoof boots hitting the treadmill. I remember it from my first night here when I was forced to run that marathon.

We walked into the room and there was a line of occupied treadmills. There was only one open that I could see and I could barely resist sighing. It was on the end, right next to Frost. I felt Clarity give my reins a tug and start to walk over, but she paused when another trainer approached her.

They both started to chat like I wasn’t there. Something I had seen happen a lot. Most of the ponies seemed to be gagged at all times. The only ones I had seen without gags were in the barns or on the race tracks. Though I could see that the ones on the treadmills had their bits removed, giving me hope of some relief.

They spoke of some gibberish I didn’t really understand. Something about settings and some equipment I had never heard of and whether it was safe or not to use certain features. It made my mind start to wander. It was honestly the last thing I wanted to happen.

It was hard to push what had just happened out of my mind. Ember’s life changed again at the drop of a hat. Jude just came up and told her she had been demoted. I spent time doing the walk in that pen and now I was in a room of treadmills. Was that still part of what she did? I was told I could ask for one of the pleasure ponies whenever, what kind of training were they forced through?

A small, strange thought spoke up. A question that I had wondered while I sat in Z’s cage. Would she ever get to really run again? Clarity kept talking about those the Society kidnapped having purposes. Why would anyone but the race horses use the track? I wasn’t sure how to tell the three groups apart, but everyone I saw there yesterday seemed to be built for racing. I remember that one I had seen in the hall yesterday, Strawberry, being small and slim. Nowhere near as toned as any one of the racers, Ember included. There was no way they got anywhere near the same training.

I hated myself as I felt my heart sink. When I was wallowing in Z’s cage a lot of dumb thoughts came to me. One of the dumbest was thinking about my physique. I had spent years training to get the body I loved. It would be gone if I had just been locked in a cage,unable to keep working out. Ember would probably lose it as well. Eos didn’t seem to be one that would bother letting her train back up once it happened. It was a change that Eos was going to force on her to trap her in her new position. Just like being put in the barn would be an irreversible change.

“Let’s go get you set up.” Clarity’s voice pulled me back to Earth. The other trainer had vanished while I had zoned out.

She gave my reins another tug and led me over to the treadmill. I didn’t need additional instructions to step up on the treadmill. I tried to look back as Clarity began doing something behind me, but I got a swift swat on my ass.

“Eyes forward, Callidora. You don’t need to see what I’m doing. The point of the blinders is for you to focus on what is in front of you. That’s what matters.” Clarity gently told me in that annoying tone of hers. It took most of my self restraint not to sigh out of my nose again. That was a habit I was determined to break at this point.

A few moments later I felt her connect a few things to me. Something was attacked to the back of the harness as well as the arm binder. It felt similar to how I was set up the first night I was here, but I could feel the differences. During the marathon they wanted me to stay on my feet the entire time. Because of that I was bound so even if I collapsed I’d be held in a way that would force me to keep running. I knew if I fell here it would hurt. The one attached to the harness would stop me from tripping and falling off the treadmill, but it would yank it hard into me. The chains attached to my arms would definitely pull up. I knew these were less safety precautions and more harsh reminders to always do perfectly. Anything less and someone would get hurt.

“We’re doing running practice right now, Callidora.” Clarity said from beside me now. Not that I could actually see her. “Each group of ponies needs to know different gaits. Show ponies need to learn special gaits to show them off and prance around. I assume you’ll be happy to hear that yours are fairly simple. There are five. The terms aren’t one to one with what they actually mean for horses, but it's what we use. A walk is just that, it's nothing special. A trot is what you were doing in the exercise pen. It’s slow and used for warm ups. You might also use it to learn to walk in time with others. You’ll learn to do it faster eventually. The faster one you’ll learn is a ‘pace’.”

I finally sighed hearing that I was apparently supposed to be moving faster than I already was. I wasn’t sure how that was possible with the leg movement they wanted me to do. I hadn’t seen anyone doing that where we were, if I was lucky it meant it was something rarely done.

“I know.” Clarity said like she was talking to a whining dog. What did she know? It wasn’t like she had to do any of this. “It seems intimidating. It’s probably the hardest of the five. The last two are the most important. The fourth is a canter which we consider your comfortable sustained running speed. Once we determine it you’ll do runs at that expected pace. On the treadmills, laps around the track, and on trail runs. I’ll be running with you of course to make sure of that.“

That honestly surprised me. I honestly expected the trainers here to just be shouting orders and hitting their charges with crops. At best I expected them to be pulled in carts if they were going on a run. It filled me with a bit of relief knowing I’d get to run with someone again, a feeling I hated feeling in this situation. I shouldn’t feel relieved that someone helping my captor was running with me. A few moments later I felt another bitterness. I wasn’t sure how fast I was going to be able to run in these boots and I knew Clarity wasn’t wearing them, but she had to be in better shape than she looked if she was going to keep up with me on a run. What made her special then? Why was she a trainer instead of a pony if she had that much speed and stamina?

I felt her step up on the treadmill and start fidgeting with the bit in my mouth. “The last is, of course, the gallop. It’ll be your sprint which is the most important.” Finally I felt the bit pop out of my mouth. “You’ll have to get used to running with this in. It’ll be in when you race. But we find it better to give you unobstructed breathing while working out here.”

I did my best not to think of what an actual race might look like. It was clear that this farm wasn’t an isolated incident. The idea that they made the humans here actually race against each other for their amusement somewhere sickened me. At the moment there wasn’t anything I could hope to do about it though.

“Good morning, Callidora.” A voice on the other side of me chimed as I worked my jaw. “Glad to see you here without making a fuss.”

It was hard not to sigh again. I was really hoping she’d stay quiet, but now I had to deal with this. I was about to say something snarky, but I realized something.

She didn’t know what happened to Ember.

She left before it happened. I hated how stuck up Frost was, she had just lost someone and didn’t know it. If Ember wasn’t a racer anymore then they might not see eachother anymore. If she cared about Ember she was going to have a horrible day once she found out.

“Good morning, Frost.” I wanted to turn to her, but I was sure that even though the trainers seemed to be allowing this exchange, not facing forward probably wouldn’t be tolerated. “I apologize for how I acted yesterday. It’s… hard to adjust. That doesn’t mean I should have taken it out on the three of you.”

Frost was silent for a moment. I figured she was just going to ignore me, but Natalie spoke up. “Frosthoof. Callidora apologized.”

She sighed and was quiet for another few moments before she finally spoke. “I accept your apology, Callidora. Hopefully we can put that behind us as I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Good.” Clarity said from my other side. “Now we’re friends. We need to concentrate on training now though.”

“Yes, Clarity. Frosthoof, we’ll be doing a sustained canter followed by a sprint and then a cooldown.” I heard Frost’s treadmill speed up. I could hear the pattern of her boots hitting the treadmill change. Her soft walk turned into a slow jog.

“Callidora, today you’ll be doing a speed test. You’ll be starting at a walk and eventually making your way into a gallop. We’ll be seeing how long you can sustain different speeds. Doing this will let us find the speed you’ll be expected to canter at. Then we’ll try and find your top speed.” Could hear Clarity typing something into the panel next to me. I could only assume she was programming in what I was about to do so she could keep her eyes on me instead of messing with the machine. I saw a display in front of me start counting down a few moments later. “When that hits zero it’ll start moving. I’m not going to tell you your speed, but you’ll be starting at a brisk pace.”

I watched the timer count down and started to move when it hit zero. “So… my day is going to be walking in a circle, then coming in here and walking in place? Not a lot of scenery to enjoy.”

Deep down, I knew that was the point. There was little I could see with the blinders. In the pen I couldn’t look around and enjoy what little there was to see. Here all I could see was the wall in front of me. No distractions. It was supposed to be mind numbing. Eos just wanted us to mindlessly obey for her entertainment.

“Top performers get access to some VR headsets we have.” Clarity almost sounded excited when she brought up this ‘reward’. “It’ll make you feel like you’re running through various programmed routes.”

“Top performers, huh?” I glanced towards Frost more out of habit than expecting to see her. I kept my head forward and she was blocked from my side by the blinder. “Why doesn’t she have one then? Is she not as good as everyone says she is?”

I could feel Frost’s eyes boring into me with that comment. A second later I heard the smack of a crop. “Eyes forward, you know better than that.”

“Callidora, don’t start.” Clarity sighed.

“It’s a personal problem, I’m not ashamed to admit it because it doesn’t affect my performance.” Frost retorted bitterly. “VR makes me feel disoriented. It’s a problem a lot have. It’s not like we use VR on the racetrack so who cares?”

She was oddly defensive about it. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was bitter because it was a luxury she didn’t get to enjoy? I didn’t want to wear the damn thing, but it was the only way to be somewhere else. Depending on how advanced it was perhaps it felt like she was somewhere else. She was supposed to be the best here and she couldn’t enjoy that reward.

I decided to not press my luck anymore. The two of us stayed silent for the next few minutes. I could feel the speed gradually increasing until I was forced to abandon my walk for a jog. Once I started that Clarity began circling me, jotting down notes in that phone of hers.

“You’re doing well in those boots for someone new to them. I think it just shows you’re a natural.” Clarity said offhandedly as she knelt down and stared at my feet. “Frosthoof was the same way. I’m starting to wonder if we can correlate our best racers to those who adjust the fastest.”

I was almost thankful that I was jogging. If I wasn’t focused on my breathing I might have said something I would have regretted.

“I think we found your best canter speed for now. It’ll change over time, but this seems optimal for now.”

I hated having to concede she was right. She was right about the boots. I was running in them with very little issue when they should have been impossible to run in. I hated that she was right about the speed I was jogging at. It was a comfortable pace. It probably wasn’t much different than how fast I’d jog without the boots.

“The gallop will be coming up soon. It’ll keep going faster and faster until you can’t keep up at which point the chains will catch you.” Clarity circled back behind me where I couldn’t see her. I knew these chains were meant to hurt if you tripped and fell. The fact I knew I was going to have to fall by the end of this just put me in an even worse mood. “It’ll hit running speed in a min-”

I heard someone yell from across the room. I glanced over and saw a trainer trying to support a man who looked like he was hopping on the treadmill.

“Broken hoof! I need some help!”

To my surprise, Clarity and Natalie abandoned us and ran over. I was surprised more about Natalie leaving than Clarity though. Eos had said Clarity hadn’t been a personal trainer in awhile, she was someone in charge. She was probably responding to a problem in auto-pilot.

It gave me an opportunity though. Jude seemed like the kind of bitch that would look for Frost to taunt her with the knowledge that her friend was taken away. I could let Frost stay ignorant for a while, but she was going to learn. Despite my dislike of her, I didn’t want her to be blindsided by someone who wanted to hurt her with this information.

“Frost. I know we’re having problems and I can admit I’m instigating it. But we’re alone for the moment and you need to listen to me.” I needed to tell her now, there would be no other time. I had to tell her before I was too out of breath to say anything.

“I don’t need to do anything.” She said between breaths as her treadmill began to slow.

“It’s about Ember.”

“What? You want to yell at her again?”

“Please listen." The treadmill sped up even further and I decided I needed to just say it. "After you left Jude started yelling at Ember. She got demoted out of the racers and Jude said she’s joining the pleasure ponies.”

“What?!”

I could hear Frost lose her footing. A moment later she screamed and the entire barn went silent aside from the sounds of hooves hitting the treadmills. Two trainers abandoned their charges and ran over to her. I wanted to look over, but the speed kept increasing on my own treadmill, forcing me to keep facing forward. I heard the rattling of chains mixed with the sound of Frost sobbing.

“Someone go get Mistress Eos!”

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Wolf Taming Pt 58

CW: Pain

Everything about the warm up sucked.

There was little to do during warm ups beyond making sure my form was good and thinking. It got worse as I started getting used to the movements, that meant all I had left to do was think. It didn’t take long to realize there was something worse than just being left to your thoughts. It was spacing out and just walking. It meant I had the movement down more or less and was simply obeying on autopilot. Mindless obedience is what they wanted.

I hadn’t been here long, yet the equipment was starting to feel normal. My feet hurt after days of walking in these dumb heels. The massages, for better or worse, helped a lot and despite the boots' weird shape they somehow supported me better than a lot of footwear I had tried. Even the arm binder wasn’t hurting as much as I expected it too. It wasn’t comfortable exactly, but I expected my arms pulled back like this would make me cramp up. It was more comfortable than those damn dog binders Z had put me in anyway.

Every so often the circles would line up and I’d come eye to eye with Frost. Every time she looked away and ignored me. It pissed me off. We were both kidnapping victims in some perverts paradise and she somehow had the balls to think she was better than I was. I couldn’t imagine how she took pride in this humiliation.

“One hundred percent as always, you’re doing wonderful.” I glanced over and saw that Frost’s warm up had finished and her handler had come in to unhook her from the machine. The bitch looked proud of herself. Like doing well here was something she should be proud of instead of being a sign she had just given up.

“We have speed training this morning, followed by recovery, and then after lunch you’ll be doing a formation march with eight others.” I watched as the handler, Natalie I was now remembering, scratched the side of Frost’s head by the fake ears. The idiot seemed to enjoy Natalie’s touch. How could anyone enjoy something so demeaning?

I watched her proudly prace away, leaving me alone. As alone that mattered anyway. There were ten pens here and six others were occupied, but they were too far away for me to really catch eyes with. No one was next to me anyway.

“You’re almost done, Callidora.” Clarity’s voice chimed after a few minutes of silence. It almost sounded proud. “Two more circles.”

I took a deep breath and focused on my steps. Clarity hadn’t said I was doing badly, but for all I knew she was purposefully letting my flounder. I knew doing badly would get others in hot water though. I made sure the last two circles were perfect. Knees up high, back straight, walking in perfect time with the arm of the machine.

Once I finished the second circle the machine made a whirring sound and came to a stop. I was facing away from Clarity, looking towards the field. I could see groups of men and women marching in formations. I saw a handler chastise one that was apparently out of formation, she was loud enough to hear all the way from here. That had to be what Natalie told Frost she’d be doing after lunch. I felt myself seethe a bit knowing that if that was something Frost did, I’d probably be expected to do it too.

“Eighty-eight percent.” I heard the gate open and Clarity walked up to me. She gave my face a loving stroke before using the towel she brought with her to pat me down. “Eighty-eight percent is very good for a newcomer. Eight percent more than what I ask from you. I’m very proud of how you did.”

I released a sigh through my nose and immediately realized my mistake. It was something a horse would do, the sharp exhale through the nose. I did my best to ignore it while Clarity fiddled with the chains holding me up. She clipped the leash back onto my bit before finally releasing the straps. She gave it an unnecessary tug and guided me out of the pen.

“That’ll be your daily warm up for a while.” Clarity rummaged through her bag and pulled out a water bottle. “We’ll have a few minutes to rest before heading to the ne-”

A noise interrupted Clarity. One that surprised me, but was something that I more expected to hear over anything else I had so far.

Someone was crying.

“Stop crying!” I recognized that voice, it was Jude. “Decisions are final. You came in fourth in your last race and your progress has plateaued. There are slower ponies in your size bracket but they’re showing more progress than you are.”

I heard what sounded like muffled begging, whoever it was must be trying to say something from behind these horrible bits. It went just as well as expected. I could feel Clarity holding the leash tightly, keeping me from looking towards the commotion. I knew better. I was trying to be good. But I pulled against her so I could see what was happening.

Jude was staying over a tan pony girl dressed in red with hair dyed in reds, oranges and yellows. It was the cheerful girl I saw yesterday. The one who said she had grown up in the Society. Ember.

She was on her knees in front of Jude, obviously crying while she begged for something. It would have been a distressing sight regardless of who it was, but seeing the chipper girl from yesterday looking like this was another dagger to the heart.

“Shut up.” Jude yelled again and Ember's shoulders slumped. “You’ll be joining the pleasure ponies. You’ll be taken to your new stall for the rest of the morning while your new trainer works on your updated schedule. Say goodbye to the lovely accommodations you’ve had for the last two years. And you.” Jude looked at the woman standing behind Ember. “We don’t have any need for another race trainer right now.” I blushed as she reached out and squeezed the woman’s breast. “You have a lovely pair. If we can’t find another use for you I’ll be submitting you for consideration for the milking barn.”

The trainer went from a look of pity for Ember, to surprise when her breast was groped, to horror when Jude mentioned the barn. I watched her try to say something, but Jude lashed out at the first syllable, slapping her across the face and sending her to the ground.

“You!” She pointed at one of the stablehands that wasn’t currently occupied. “Take Ember to her new stall. And you two!” She pointed to two that were giving one of the pony men a massage. “Take this ex-trainer and put her on the whipping brace. Naked.” She knelt down beside the trainer and grabbed her chin, forcing the woman to look up at her. “I want you to think of twenty jobs you believe you are capable of doing on this farm. I’m going to be leaving you on the brace until tonight. When I come visit you’re going to tell me those twenty jobs. For every one short of twenty you are, or if I find your choice underwhelming, you’ll get a lash.”

She stood back up and snapped her fingers and the three jumped into action. One grabbed Ember’s leash and, somewhat gently, tugged it. Ember seemed to respond on autopilot and stood back up. She was still crying as she was led away. The other two each grabbed an arm of the trainer and dragged her away. She seemed to have the opposite response that Ember had and seemed to have shut down.

I saw a few others watching like I was, everyone seemed to react differently. Some showed no emotions. A few others looked uncomfortable. Some tried to just ignore what was happening. The worst though were the few men and women that gave Ember a hungry look. I seethed at that reaction. They heard about the horrible thing happening and immediately began lusting after her.

“Ember had been coasting, and that’s never good.” I felt Clarity put a hand on my shoulder. “She believed that her past connections would keep her safe regardless of her performance, but she never really understood her place. Those connections no longer exist, to those in the Society they never existed for those who have fallen.” Clarity sounded a bit more sorrowful as she spoke, like she spoke from experience. “She’ll still play an important part here, even if it wasn’t what she wanted. What she wants doesn’t matter, it’s what Mistress Eos wants.”

Every day ripped another layer of the veil away from my eyes. When I woke up on that first horrible day I thought this was just an isolated incident. Now I was just standing dumbfounded, dressed like a pony and staring at the spot Ember had been dragged away from. That scene had, at most, just been a minor disturbance. The rest of the area had already returned to their previous activities. Clarity pulled me to the side to make way for a small one person carriage pulled by two men running in unison.

All the while Ember was being dragged off to yet another new life.

Part of me thought I should be happy. Ember said she had been part of the Society but failed some test and this is where she ended up. Had she taken advantage of the other pleasure ponies? Maybe this was justice? But it didn’t really matter what she had been. She was a victim just like I was now and wishing anything bad upon her just made me feel worse. If anything, her past meant that she’d be targeted more by anyone who had any spark left and hated the Society.

“Come now, Callidora. I gave you time to process this, but we have to stick to a schedule.” Clarity gave my leash another pull.

I stared at the spot for another few seconds before I turned to follow her.

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Wolf Taming Pt 57

CW: Needles - Drugs

Briar

I woke up early to get ready for the day. A quick shower, a simple breakfast, and some mediation. I needed to go into the day with a clear head. I was working with a time limit and needed to make every moment count.

I spent half an hour in Rayne and Flora’s “armory.” A surprisingly extensive room fill with various tools of pleasure and torture. Unsurprisingly more torture then pleasure. From simple paddles and electrical implements to ones I honestly didn’t want to think too much about. I could see traces of blood still on one of them and I knew if Rayne or Flora saw this one of their maids would become intimately familiar with it.

But it wasn’t the tools I was interested in. No, most of them would be counterproductive. Hurting Z was giving her something I knew she wanted. Negative reinforcement wouldn’t get me results anyway. Pleasure wouldn’t make any headway either. She starved herself of pleasant things and trying to give her pleasure would further make her make negative associations with it. I wanted to break her of that.

I smiled to myself as I moved my way over to what I was here for, the drugs. The Society had a lovely selection to choose from. Unsurprisingly an organization with few morals or ethics came up with some lovely things to play with. Ragdoll, Z’s own discovery, was becoming a basic tool for every member of the Society. The dozen’s of vials of rust sitting on the shelf didn’t surprise me. It caused severe joint pain until they’re given the cure. Most of those on it won’t even finish walking across a room to get the cure themselves. Then there was Succubus, a lovely little aphrodisiac that could turn the most stoic, troublesome slaves into a mewling sex kitten.

My eyes lingered on the vials of things I knew I couldn’t use. They fundamentally affected someone in a way the contract wouldn’t allow. Primal was one I’ve always wanted to see in action. Apparently it impaired one's ability to repress themselves. It could make the meekest person into a beast. I had heard rumors that some members used it in low doses to improve their sex lives. There was one vial of Imprint on the shelf. I had bought a vial of it myself, but never found a slave I wanted to use it on. Some say a love potion is impossible, but they’ve never seen the effects of Imprint. Two weeks of complete sensory deprivation, followed by a course of the drug, will make the victim imprint on the first person they see. The effects are cute, if a bit of a two dimensional view of what love is. That didn’t stop some members from using it to make their own little harems.

I looked at the time and silently cursed myself. It was almost time to wake up Z. I chose a few vials and quickly made my way to her room. I had already shown my hand by becoming Z’s breaker, she knew I was no longer on her side. Though that didn’t necessarily mean she knew what my goal was.

I managed to reach the door to her room just moments before the clock struck eight. A maid was standing there waiting with the food I requested, a simple bowl of oatmeal. I took the bowl from her and dismissed her. She quickly vanished from sight and returned to whatever duties that were assigned to her that day. I had already cut into the time she was allowed by making her stand here.

I took a deep breath to steady myself before I quietly opened the door and walked in.

The room was still bright. There was rarely a reason to turn off the lights when you were breaking someone. Turning them off gave them an idea of time passing. Leaving them on gave them the illusion of all of this simply being a long day. It was much easier to mess with their sense of time when they had nothing to grasp onto.

I’m not sure if I was surprised the Z was actually asleep or not. She slept so little that I’m surprised that she didn’t collapse. Going through what she did yesterday would make most people fall asleep the moment they were allowed too.

I placed my bag on the floor a few feet away. I didn’t want to give her anything to grab onto while I was dealing with her. I took a minute to just watch Z. It was so rare to see her with her guard down. It was amazing how someone who did such horrible things to people could look so innocent while they slept.

Unfortunately it was time for the day to begin.

I knelt down and put my knee in her back and began to gently stroke her hair. Just because I wanted to be gentle didn’t mean I was going to be stupid. I was sure that if I gave her the opportunity she’d tear my throat out with her teeth.

“Good morning, Z.” I awoke her with the gentlest voice I could muster.

I could feel her tense up as she realized what was happening. She was still groggy from what I could only assume was the deepest sleep she had had in months. After a day like yesterday her body wasn’t responding well to what she wanted it to do. Days of leaving someone in stress positions would eventually crack most people. Letting them stretch out overnight would just let them regain enough strength to start the day before that strength was quickly sapped away. But if you were locked into place it didn’t matter how tired your muscles were. Z was getting a crash course on how these techniques worked on the other side.

“The day has begun, Z.” I carefully stood up, watching to make sure Z didn’t try to attack me, and placed the bowl of oatmeal a few feet away. “Breaks are given by the contract, Z. However, food is not. Ask me nicely for the food and you can have it.”

“Fuck you.” Z’s first words of the morning didn’t surprise me much.

I watched as she lifted herself off the mat. Too tired to stand up completely but, like always, refusing to ask for any kind of help. I watched her crawl a few feet and reach for the bowl. It was hard not to sigh.

My reaction was swift. I quickly brought my boot down on her hand, pinning it to the floor right next to the bowl of oatmeal. She managed to stifle a yelp, but couldn’t stop herself from feebly trying to pull her hand back.

“If you have such little shame that you’d rather crawl across the floor to get your food than ask for help, maybe you should just eat it off the floor, Z.” I lifted my foot off her hand and gave the bowl a kick, sending its contents scattering across the floor.

She turned and looked up at me. Her anger was almost cute.

“It’s so hard for you to ask for help, Z. But all you’ve done is make your life so much harder.” I wanted to carefully take small jabs at her. Too much and she’d lash out. “You called me for help when Sasha was taken. Didn’t life get so much easier when you did that?”

“And here I am now.” Z said as she struggled to her feet. “In a breaking chamber with the person I asked for help.”

I couldn’t help but sigh. “You signed the contract when I wasn’t there to help you. When you said you weren’t going to act rashly. Being here is completely your own fault. Things seem to keep going wrong when you make decisions on your own.”

“I did what I had to do. This was the only way.” She practically growled at me. “You, however, didn’t need to get involved like this.”

“Despite what you think, Z, I’m here to help you. You believe you’re helping everyone you’ve broken. Likewise, I’m helping you. Regardless of whether you crack or not.” I reached out and gently took her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’ve brushed me off whenever I tried to get inside that head of yours in the past. Now you're here and you no longer are allowed that choice.”

Apparently that was the step that finally took it too far for Z. She slapped away my hand and took a few steps back. I could see the gears turning in her head as she was trying to decide on her next move. It wasn’t like she had many options. The room was empty aside from the mat she slept on and the only exit had a fingerprint lock that she couldn’t open.

Her eyes finally landed on a spot behind me. She had finally registered that my bag was sitting there and I’m sure she was wondering what was inside of it. More specifically, if there was something in it she could use against me.

Z lacked any real subtly. I could see her knees bend before she tried to lunge past me and grab my bag. Sadly for her, it was an attempt doomed to fail. I bent down as she tried to slide by and grabbed her leg, stopping her just before she could reach the bag.

It was a bit sad in a way. Z was easy enough to read that setting this up was easy. Now she was within reach of the bag and I wouldn’t need to chase her down. She had helpfully come to me.

She tried to kick at me with her other foot in an undignified display, but it was easy to grab onto that leg as well. Z wasn’t the pinnacle of strength, but after yesterday she had so little of it left to really fight back.

“No one can say you didn’t try, Z.” She glared at me for just a moment before I flipped her back onto the mat. The moment of disorientation was all I needed to get a better hold on her. I threaded my arms between her arms in her back. It kept them pulled back and useless. I had considered a headlock but I didn’t want to risk her biting me.

She feebly tried to kick at me, but even when they connected they didn’t hurt much. I started to drag her closer to the bag and I could feel her trying harder to pull away. The unknown was a useful tool for breaking people and in this bright white room the bag was the only unknown around.

“It’ll be fine, Z.” I tried to sooth her as I reached into the bag, careful to make sure she couldn’t see what I was grabbing. I finally found the applicator I was looking for and held it to the back of her neck. She tried to pull away even harder when she realized I was grabbing a drug, not some kind of tool.

Unfortunately for her, there was nothing she could do. I pressed the button and watched as the vial slowly emptied into her. With that out of the way I simply let her go. There was nothing she could do now.

I smiled as she stumbled away, holding a hand to the back of her neck.

“What was that?” Z spoke as cool as ever, but I could see a small amount of panic surfacing. After all she had been through I knew this was one of the few things she was afraid of.

“Oh, Z.” I smiled at her gently. “I think we both know what it is. You made such an amazing discovery by accident. Had you ask for help creating an official patent for Ragdoll you might have been wealthy beyond your comprehension. It’s such a staple drug nowadays.” I shrugged as I watched her begin to sway. “So many problems come because you won’t let anyone help you. That’s why Ragdoll is kind of fun. When you can’t move on your own you don’t get a say about how people interact with you.”

I slowly walked forward as she attempted to take a few steps backwards. But it wasn’t going to help her. The drug quickly made its way through her systems and her muscles were beginning to ignore her commands.

She attempted to say something, but the drug had already hit her vocal chords. It would be ten to fifteen minutes before she could speak again. Finally I watched as her body finally gave up and collapsed. I quickly reached out and grabbed her before she could hit the floor.

“Oh, Z.” I said in the sweetest voice I could muster as I felt her go limp in my arms. I gently stroked her hair until I couldn't feel any of her muscle twitching. “I’ve waited a very long time to have your full attention like this. I think it’s time to finally have that therapy session I’ve been bothering you about.”

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It's a great story, hun! It's always great to see what you write.

Ten Words

She trembled, looking at the tangle of leather and rivets, buckles and straps that laid on the bed. Her heart thundered in anticipation, a bird desperately thrashing against the bars of her ribcage. It was something she had dreamed of for so long. She had been playing with him for years, had dropped many hints in that time - he had too. And this was the coup de grâce, the ultimate fantasy.

The contract was signed, there was no going back. She was going to be his pet. Forever.

Every inch of her skin felt electrified, she wanted so badly to pick up those straps, to handle the harness that would force her to crawl around the house. With an unerasable, stupid grin on her face she squeezed the padded knees and elbows. She had gotten to play with it a few times, but this was different.

This was forever.

No more working. No more stress. She was giving it all up, signing it all away. The life of a fuckpet, her ultimate fantasy, was less than an hour away. Her only responsibility would be pleasing him - no cleaning, no cooking, no commuting, just love and play and sex.

And he was insatiable. They had been living together for eight months now and the sex was even better than it had been before she moved in.

A shiver ran through her as her fingers touched one of the buckles. She wanted to wear it now. She wanted him to strap her into it, to force her nose to the ground in the beautiful mask, to draw the moans and whimpers from her, to lovingly humiliate her until she was so horny they didn’t even need the lube when he finally took her.

With an incredible effort, she tore her mind away from that fantasy, one that had been a reality more than once, and back to the problem at hand.

She had about half an hour left to finish coming up with her ten words.

Hungry.

Thirsty.

Horny.

Bored.

Yes.

No.

She had come up with six in the past thirty minutes, but that was all she had so far. He was giving her ten buttons to be programmed with her voice, ten words to express herself. In another thirty minutes, he would take her voice. He’d affix a collar to her neck, a new one, a shiny one.

Oh how she wanted it. But she also knew it was designed to hurt her if she spoke words. The ten buttons on the board, placed on the floor for her to activate with her elbow - her foot in the bindings - that’s all she’d be able to communicate with outside of body language and whimpers, yips, and whines.

Biting her lip, she stopped her hand from reaching the button of her jeans. The entire idea of it was so exciting, so exhilarating, that she could barely contain herself.

More.

She’d definitely need that word. She said it frequently when he was with her. More. She couldn’t get enough of him, either. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her head awash in images of him leading her around, him sitting on the couch and patting his leg, beckoning her to him.

Fantasies of just being his pet.

She shifted on her knees slightly, rhythmically, the need in her demanding that she move her hips. She had to move her hips.

Hurt.

Sometimes he went too hard and she needed time to recover after.

Tired.

She knew that she could convey that one with body language, laying down and curling up, climbing up on the bed and flopping over. She shook her head, scratching that one. She needed the words to be things she couldn’t easily make known…

Walkies.

She giggled to herself, at the thought that “walkies” needed a word when “tired” didn’t. But it was cute and she wanted it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the more rational part of herself was screaming that this was important, that she couldn’t waste one on being cute…

But wasn’t that the point? Trusting him to make all the decisions, trusting him to take care of her. That rational part had been screaming when she signed the contract too, but it had also been screaming when she moved in, when she had begun considering quitting her job.

She tingled at the thought of looking her boss right in the eye and quitting, telling him simply, “I’m nothing but a fuckpet now, I don’t need this job.”

One more. Just one more word.

She heard him walking closer. She wished she had a real tail, one that could wag.

“Sweetie, your time is almost up, have you thought of what words we’re putting into the buttons?”

His voice was the darkest of chocolate, rich and luscious, washing over her, drowning her thoughts. It was so hard to focus when he was around, when that rumbling voice spoke to her. His fingers were in her hair now, touching, stroking. And she knew.

“Yes sir, I just thought of the last one.”

The entire room got warmer with the happiness in his voice. "You’re such a good girl.“

He sat on the bed, grabbing her by the wrist and wrapping an arm around her, sitting next to the very harness she wanted to wear so badly. He pulled her into his lap, grabbing the button panel and fiddling with it.

She couldn’t help it, she started grinding against him, rocking her hips in his lap, drawing a soft chuckle from him.

"Shhh, down girl.” The words sent a new thrill through her. "Be calm, this is important. These are the only words you’ll have from now on. Forever.“

There was that word again. Forever.

She loved it so much. Never as much as from his lips. The word in her own mind was resonant, the word from his lips was earthshattering. A moan escaped her as she leaned forward, gripping his knee between her legs. The need was becoming an ache.

"Sir… ”

His gentle laugh brought a blush to her face. "Now sweetheart, I know you’re excited. We’ve been building you up to this for a long time, haven’t we?“ He barely paused for her hurried yes sir before continuing. "That’s right. All that training you’ve done was all for this. Now, when the button lights up, I want you to say the word you want it to have.”

He pushed it. It lit up. Everything lit up to his fingers, she lit up to his fingers.

“Horny.”

He held his laughter until the button’s light was gone, pressing it again. "Horny“, the button sounded so needy. She sounded so needy. Her cheeks were warm, her grip tightening on his leg.

"Oh goodness, sweet pet. That’s the word you think you’ll need more than any?”

“Y-”

He put a finger to her lips. "Shh. No more words from you except what we give the buttons. These are the last words of your life as a person, soon you’ll be my precious pet. Forever.“

Another moan tore itself from her lips, bursting into the world as she shuddered from its exit.

"Ready?” The next button was alight moments later. She struggled to find the word. Any word.

“More.” The button went dark.

“Horny. More. More. Horny.” He teased her with the buttons, with her own words, her own voice full of longing, full of desire, full of readiness for him.

She groaned in frustration, grinding against his thigh, humping him desperately. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, stopping her, holding her firm.

“No.” An order, a command, and as strong as steel. With a whine, she stopped, biting her lip. She was a good pet, she wanted to please him. She wanted nothing more in the entire world than to please him. She wasn’t quite sure when he had become the center of her world, but he was beyond any doubt. "Next word.“ He spoke firmly.

The button lit.

"Yes.” That word was easy. Her breathing was heavy, ragged as the button echoed her, before he lit the next one. "No.“

Again, he laughed at her choice. "Oh I see, you want to still be able to say no to me, hmm?” His beard tickled her as he kissed her cheek. "Well it wouldn’t be fair for me to censor you now, would it? After all, these will be your only words.“

"Fo-”

Again, a solid finger pressed to her lips stopped her. "No. You have to get used to not speaking except through the buttons, which means no words except what’s going in the buttons.“ The gentlest iron turned her back to face the buttons, his fingers as unyielding as his will. The next one lit.

Her mind went blank.

She searched for the word…

"Hungry.”

“Oh, someone doesn’t think she’s going to be fed enough, hmm? Hungry and more. Do you think I won’t take good care of you?”

She reached out and pushed the fourth button, hearing her own voice say, “No.”

He laughed and lit the next one. "Bored.“

She could feel his smirk as he kissed the back of her neck. "My poor pet, bored already. Well, I have so many new toys to give you. Just four more words to go.”

Lit. "Walkies!“

The world shook with his laugh, she bounced in his lap, which drew a fit of giggles from her as well. "More. Walkies!” He tapped the buttons with a smile. "I think you’ve made some good choices so far. Are you ready?“

She pressed the third button, "Yes.” A small worry formed that she wouldn’t remember which was which, but she knew she’d have plenty of time to memorize them.

The next button awaited. "Thirsty.“ Another. "Hurt.”

“Oh, my poor sweetie. I’ll always take care of you when you’re hurt. Better than ever before, my beloved pet. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, once I seal you into this… ” He shifted, picking up the mask and holding it in front of her. "You want this, don’t you?“

Her hand moved practically of its own will, smashing the button. "Yes.” It didn’t convey how badly she wanted it… “More.”

“More?” His golden, rumbling laughter warmed her inside and out. "My greedy puppy. Only one button left. What shall it be? What’s the last word you’ll ever need?“

The button lit. The whole world became this one moment, where she was giving everything up to him. Her identity, her life, her will.

"I love you.”

Before the button was dark, she was on her back on the bed, his body crushing hers. He was so much bigger, so much stronger. The fingers of one hand wrapped around both of her wrists as he pulled her arms above her head, his teeth going straight for her neck.

The primal growl that came from his throat was more than she could take, she let out a long, desperate moan. She bit down on her tongue hard, needing those three words to be her last, her gift to him for all his generosity.

And from the grip of his hands, the scrape of his teeth, the weight of his body… it was a gift that he readily accepted.

He was terrifying in his precision, her clothing torn from her one article at a time. Always one hand on her, holding her - her wrists, her waist, her chin - as he ripped her shirt away, her bra, her jeans, and the panties soaked with her longing. The urges were growing too strong, she desperately wanted to beg.

He did the kindest thing possible, the gag went between her lips, buckled around the back of her head, which hit the pillow shortly after.

The rough skin of his fingers split her lips as he took her clit between two fingers, gently, lovingly, tugging ever so slightly just the way she liked. Another moan burst into the world from her throat, muffled by the gag. A line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, her hips rocking wildly.

He laughed, and she heard an unexpected sound.

The unmistakable crinkling of a diaper.

Her eyes shot wide, her body sitting upright as she looked in surprise. He enjoyed them, but they had never been her thing, she’d worn one for him a time or two, even wet for him before, but she ignored his encouragement to explore them. They were so thick, they made her walk funnily, and it made it harder for her to get the sensations she craved.

“Why so surprised?” The amusement in his voice was a new torment. Her mind spun, her hand going to the gag so she could protest. Her head spun from the speed with which he shoved her back down. "Someone didn’t bother to use any of her words to ask for the bathroom… and you’re going to be in this lovely bitchsuit nearly all the time… so this is just practical.“ His smirk was that cruelty she craved from him so much, that twisted brilliance that constantly took her by surprise, that tickled every corner of her imagination with its wicked ways. "Forever.” The word shredded her resistance, she was barely coherent from the tiny electric orgasm that sped through her. "My pretty diapered pet, I did tell you that you should learn to love them.“

She was stunned as he lifted her hips, sliding it underneath her.

And her head cleared just long enough to sit up, pushing him away momentarily. But she wasn’t nearly strong enough to escape him. He dropped the diaper, the pink, fluffy, crinkling thing as he forced her face down onto the bed, running his finger along her glistening sex once more.

"Oh now she’s just being naughty. I suppose I can diaper you after… ” The resistance left her again as she felt her right hand shoved into the leather mitt, the buckle tightened with tantalizing speed. Her arm was bent, her fingers placed on her own shoulder as he cinched another buckle. Her left hand shot out, grabbing the bed, grabbing for anything she could, somewhere in a tortured state between bliss and fear. The left hand was secured shortly after, and all too easily he threw her onto her back, pinning her to the bed with a knee as he began working her legs into the bindings that she had wanted so very, very badly.

And she still wanted them. The sensation of the leather on her hands, the smell of it, the way her arms were restricted, this was the stuff of her every fantasy.

Before she could finish that thought, her knees were bound, bent, her feet tangled in the straps that went around the ankle, over the sole of her foot. Moving a knee pulled her mitten taut.

He had her. She was helpless.

And there was nothing she could do to stop him from taping that first thick, fluffy diaper around her waist.

She moaned into the gag over and over and over as he rubbed her padded crotch, writhing and barely noticing when he snapped the shiny metal collar closed around her neck.

Locked. Active.

Moments later she was on all fours - her elbows and her knees, now her “pet feet”, the buttons of the board staring at her from the ground in front of her.

“Anything you’d like to say, my precious diapered pet?”

The board had all the words she’d ever need.

Forever.

“I love you.”

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Big thanks to my good friend @queenjunoking who inspired me and encouraged me to write this. It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, I hope it’s good.

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Wolf Taming pt 56

CW: Noncon - Petplay

“Good morning, Callidora.”

The voice startled me out of my slumber. I tried to sit up but found myself firmly held down to something. It took me a moment to remember where I was. What had happened. Part of my hell was the small panic I felt waking up followed by running through the list of horrible events. Every day topped the one before it.

Yesterday was going to be impossible to top though. The horrible things I had seen yesterday. How willing Eos was to casually hurt others in creatively sadistic ways. She must not have a lot to do to think of something as horrible as the scarecrows.

I managed to shift so I could look at the person who woke me from my restless sleep far too early. I wasn’t expecting Lucky and Clover. But I was expecting a different pair like Colt and Halter instead of Clarity.

“Isn’t this below you?” I asked, trying to clear the sleep from my eyes. It was hard not to be a tad annoyed.

“Normally the two assigned to you will do your morning routine, but you already know they’re out of commission.” Clarity spoke matter-of-factly as she moved out of my sight. “I’m going to be keeping a closer eye on you today to be sure you aren’t acting out. I am your trainer and this falls under my duties.”

Her words made my blood boil, but I said nothing. I couldn’t snap this early in the morning. I needed to stay calm.

“You got to sleep in yesterday because you did your introductory run so late at night. It was Mistress Eos being extremely kind to you. Today you’ll start to understand your normal schedule.” As Clarity spoke I felt the straps holding down my legs loosen. “It’s 6 AM, the time the farm starts to wake up. You’ll be dressed, fed, and do your warm ups in the pen.”

“Lovely, what’s on the menu?” I didn’t particularly care at this point. I was hungry and was just trying to avoid the silence while Clarity pulled on those stupid boots.

“The race horses are given a special protein shake.” Clarity said as she got the first boot on and moved to the second. “As you’ve seen, the Society has made many advancements. There are various options for slaves to eat so they don’t waste food better fed to the members. The shake is a completely liquid meal that actually provides enough for the race horses with just three a day.”

I bit my tongue as she finally managed to get the second boot on. It didn’t surprise me that people like Eos thought that their scraps were too good for those she owned.

Clarity gave my boots a few more tugs before she was satisfied. I felt the rest of the straps holding me down finally loosen.

“Stand.” Clarity demanded as she took a step back. She still looked like her usual sad self, but she also looked prepared to respond if I acted out of line. She was smart enough to be careful while my arms weren’t bound, not that I was going to attack her this time.

I slowly got up, careful not to give Clarity a reason to react. It took a few moments to remember how to balance in the boots, but I eventually managed to stand straight. Clarity nodded and started to attach the harness. I did my best to follow her instructions as she manipulated the stupid thing. TIghtening and loosening various parts until it was uncomfortably tight, but not tight enough to interfere with my breathing.

“Arms behind your back, Callidora.” The usual sad look in her eyes was replaced with a serious expression.

I could understand enough of the process to know why she was serious. This was the last point I could really fight back. Once I had my arms in that sleeve I’d be at a serious disadvantage. I couldn’t fight back effectively.

I had no doubts in my mind I could overpower Clarity. She was small. I could knock her out with one punch or choke her out. I saw how the badges were needed to open the door and I could see hers on her belt. Getting the boots off would be a pain, but with my arms free there was a slim chance I could escape.

But the images of Lucky and Clover came to mind. They were going to get something much worse today. After seeing what Eos was willing to do for minor infractions, she felt sick to her stomach as she tried not to think of what horrible tortures she would put Lucky and Clover through. If she failed she wouldn’t have any hope left, she knew Eos would put her in that horrible barn.

That was enough to keep myself from doing anything rash. I looked down and away from Clarity and crossed her arms behind her back. The girl nodded and circled around me. I felt her slipping my arms into something before she backed away. I gave it a few test pulls and, unsurprisingly, it didn’t budge. My arms were trapped crossed behind my back. I was back to being on full display without even the option of covering myself.

“Good girl, Callidora.” Clarity said softly, caressing my face.

It took every ounce of self control I had not to snap at her. Luckily she quickly moved on. She pulled out a bottle and held it to my lips. “Breakfast. Drink, Callidora.”

I just wanted to get it over with. To my annoyance the shake was much thicker than I thought it was. I needed to suck hard to get it out. I almost threw up when I finally got some out. There was no part of me that actually doubted that Clarity told me the truth. That this somehow gave her everything she needed. But it tasted foul.

“You need to finish it, Callidora.” Clarity said gently, but impatiently.

I barely managed to stop myself from glaring at her. I steadied my resolve and finished the putrid drink. There were a lot of emotions swirling through my body, but anger was the main one. There was nothing to look forward to here. Not even the decency to give them something that tasted good to eat.

“Good girl, Callidora.” My fuming was interrupted by Clarity push the headpiece into my sight. The damn blinders. I saw the bit in her other hand. I just gave up and let myself feel numb while she added the final pieces to my humiliation. Most of my field of vision was once against stolen from me. I couldn’t speak with the stupid bit in my mouth.

“Let’s go do our morning exercises.” Clarity said gently. She reached out with the clips of her leash and I assumed she was going to clip it to my harness like yesterday. Of course I wouldn’t be allowed that little piece of dignity though. She clipped it to my bit and pulled as she led me out of the room. She held it close and firm, forcing me to lean toward as I walked to avoid pulling her up by my teeth.

Even though Clarity said the farm woke up now I was still a bit surprised. There were dozens like me walking about. Some were being pulled by their bits like I was. Others were being supervised as they marched about. I saw that small woman in the red latex marching and striking the poses the stablehand called out to her. We walked towards the pens I spent hours in yesterday. To my annoyance Frost was already inside one of them. She glanced at me and had the balls to roll her eyes at me.

“Similar exercise to yesterday, Callidora.” Clarity said as we entered the pen next to Frost. “We’re going to do a mile walk.” I stood in place as the various straps from the stupid arm from yesterday were attached to my harness. “I’m aiming low today, I want to see an 80% success rate on your steps. Do you need another demonstration, Callidora?”

I shook my head. I wasn’t going to try and speak with the gag in my mouth. Thankfully Clarity didn’t push for an audible answer and left the pen. “Exercise will start in a moment.” I could hear the whirling of gears as the machine started up. “Three… two… one…. Start.”

I felt the machine pull on me and I stepped with it. I did my best to make every step perfect. Something I was going to strive for today.

I wasn’t going to make anyone else suffer today.

Mimi

Mimi watched as Callidora finally exited the barn. Mistress Eos wanted to know when she was up. If she wasn’t on time she knew her owner was ready to punish the two trainers harshly.

She made her way up to Eos’s room the best she could. She would never complain about her clothing, but the ballet boots made moving at anything but a snail’s pace impossible. She honestly felt jealous that the ponies got boots as comfortable as they did.

The walk from the window on the first floor, up the stairs, and to Eos’s office was a five minute journey. Something that would take anyone else a minute at most. Mimi raised her hand to knock, but paused when she heard Eos speaking to someone.

“...I’m glad we could reach an understanding.” Eos sounded ecstatic. “It’s always good when others can be reasonable. We’ll talk soon.”

She could hear Eos hang up the phone, but waited a minute before knocking so it didn’t seem like she was eavesdropping.

“Enter.”

Mimi opened the door and peeked inside. Eos was sitting at her computer. The look she gave her quickly turned into one of annoyance.

“Good morning, Mistress Eos.” Mimi said, giving Eos the best curtsy she was capable of. “As I was instructed, I watched for Callidora to exit the barn. She left within an acceptable time frame. The pony is fully dressed including bit, Clarity has the leash attached to it. It seems she’s willing to behave more today than she was yesterday.”

“Excellent.” Eos smiled. “Hopefully she’s learned there’s no hope for escape. Today and tomorrow and going to be very busy days, Mimi. Make sure to keep everything in tiptop shape.”

“Of course, Mistress Eos.” Mimi quickly said. She’d never let the house get into any other condition.

Eos shut her laptop and opened the shade behind her. She could just make out the pens from here. She could see her prize racehorse Frosthoof doing her morning exercises. What she hoped to be her next champion was doing her warm ups in the pen next to her.

“If she keeps behaving that dumb horse is going to help me get rid of a few thorns in my side.”

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Wolf Taming Pt 55

CW: Noncon - Petplay - Gaslighting - Pain - Abuse

Sasha

I didn’t have it in me to fight back after that. Once Lucky and Clover were carried off, Clarity clipped the leash to my harness and led me back to the barn. I was taken to one of the stalls, the same one as last night most likely, and Clarity led me inside.

Once we were inside she closed the door behind her. I could see a small box by the door and could connect the dots, you needed a key to get in or out and if I couldn’t use a key on the door I was stuck in here. Another problem with the plan I was barely grasping onto at this point.

“Let’s get that off of you first.” Clarity reached up and unlocked the blinders and I could finally see more than what was directly in front of me. “There we go. Now, up on the table, Callidora.” Clarity said, patting her hand on it.

I just nodded and got up, laying down on my front like last night. I put my face in the hole and laid there as Clarity began messing with my restraints. I felt a sense of relief as the armbinder was finally undone and my arms fell lifelessly to my side.

Clarity began undoing the harness next. She did it gently, almost like she was afraid of disturbing me. My arms were still free, she hadn’t tied them down like they had been last night.

The thought crossed my mind, I could try to escape now. It was late, there were fewer people around. But Lucky and Clover’s faces sprung into my mind. Dehydrated and burnt. Spending hours sitting in those frames and wondering when they’d finally get something to drink.

I knew I wasn’t strong enough to leave right now. Even if I managed to overpower Clarity, I wasn’t going to get much further. I was exhausted and there was no way I’d be able to run very far. For all I knew we were miles away from a real road. Maybe even further from a town or city.

She gently directed me how to move so she could finish removing the harness. The door opened again and two people walked in. I glanced up and saw Colt and Halter walk in. They helped Clarity remove the rest of the equipment. I felt relieved when the boots were finally removed.

“Colt, Halter. Callidora has had a rough day. Please give her the full works. Cleaning and massage.” They nodded and Clarity turned to me. “Please be good, Callidora. Remember what we talked about. I’m off for the night, Colt and Halter will take care of you.”

Clarity seemed to be waiting for a response, but I had nothing to say. She said goodnight to the other two and left the room. Once we were alone, the two began their work. They gently washed my body with a cloth that felt cool and crisp. Like it was soaked in mint or something.

It made me think of Lucky and Clover, just sitting in the sun all day. My heart hurt thinking about that. How I did that to them. How it could happen again.

They moved onto the massage next, helping my burning muscles. The walks today had been hell, but at least I got to move. Lucky and Clover were locked in harsh frames, unable to move a muscle.

After about an hour, Colt and Halter left. They set up a water bottle that I could drink from in case I got thirsty and turned on some jazz before I was left alone for the night.

I managed to keep it together the entire time Colt and Halter were here, but once I was alone the dams broke.

My body was wracked with ugly sobs as the truth of today really caught up with me. Lucky and Clover had suffered for all my mistakes. They would suffer more if she kept misbehaving. Eventually Eos might get rid of them to make a point. Then what? Colt and Halter? Clarity? Some of the other ponies? Eos wanted others to be hurt other than me if I misbehaved and she made it clear she wasn’t afraid to make that point.

I had to be good tomorrow. I had no choice. If I wasn’t, others would suffer.

Eventually I managed to cry myself to sleep.

If there was still any hope that I could escape… I couldn’t see it anymore.

After Bridget left I was left for hours on my own. No taunting. No whippings. Just left with my thoughts and the pain of the position I was locked in.

I had no idea how Bridget got here. After I was approved to work as a breaker I had made Bridget a personal project. My goal was to always break people as quickly as possible by completing overwhelming them. It helped them fall into line. No one wanted to be sent back to me.

I refused to use the same methods on Bridget. She was my friend and I refused to let myself or others hurt her. I broke her slowly in the most painless way I could think of, sensory deprivation. Months passed her by as the machine kept her alive, but her mind painlessly shattered. By the time I was done with her I made sure she was sold to a place that wanted a human statue, one that wasn’t going to be posed in painful positions.

At some point Flora must have collected Bridget while buying my work. Who knows how long ago it happened. I couldn’t see her, for all I knew she was heavily hurt and barely made it in here. Flora wasn’t know to leave her slaves in good condition.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door to the room opening. I heard the sound of several pairs of heels clicking against the floor, the sound echoed loudly around the silent room. I heard one pair stop behind me while two other pairs walked around me. I felt them drop something heavy in front of me.

The person behind me unlocked my gag and removed it. My jaw hurt too much to really try to talk. Trying to move it at all hurt quite a bit. I heard a few locks on post pop open.

I was about to start wondering what came next when I felt all the restraints give way at once. I fell forward and landed on a soft mat. I wanted to get up, but everything hurt too much to move. I couldn’t even be bothered to remove the blindfold.

“The contract states we have to give you a break at night.” My heart beat faster when I heard the voice. It was Flora. “It does not say we have to return you to the room we gave you before or really give you any accommodations. Consider the mat a special gift from me to you.”

“How generous.” I tried to slowly stretch my limbs. I spent hours in that stress position, it was easier to count the muscles in my body that weren’t cramped. “So, where’s the breaker? It seems below you to be the one doing this.”

Flora let out a shrill laugh. I heard the clicking of heels as she approached me, stopping beside my head. “You’re a perceptive one, Z.. While I appreciate the art of breaking, I’m not going to deal with the unbroken. I simply told the breaker to take a hike for a while so I could talk with you.”

“I’m surprised you have nothing better to do.” I placed my hands on the mat and tried to push myself up, but I didn’t get far before they gave out on me.

“This… thing you’re doing right now. It’s making me sad. Why not just lay there and be a good girl? It’s a skill you’ll need to get good at quickly once you finally give up.” The smug tone was practically dripping out of Flora’s voice.

I felt the anger flare up. I wasn’t sure what I was going to try to do exactly, but I reached out and grabbed onto her leg.

Then the world spun.

I felt Flora kick me in the side before several other people grabbed onto me. I was flipped from my stomach and onto my back. There was one person holding my legs and two beside me, each holding one of my arms down. I felt the blindfold get pulled off and I looked up at an irritated looking Flora.

“Do you ever really think about what you’re doing? Or do you just kind of react instinctively to everything like some kind of animal?” Flora didn’t break eye contact as she lifted her foot and stepped down on my stomach. I tried to pull away, but Flora’s maids held me down. I was too weak to escape them. “It’s kind of sad watching you react to things sometimes. You act tough but the more I watch you the more you just seem like some cornered animal.”

Eventually she lifted her foot off my stomach and the maids let me go. There wasn’t much I could do right now. Attacking Flora would just get me in trouble. Not that I’d probably succeed in doing anything to her in this state.

Flora came forward and knelt beside my head. There was a sadistic smile carved into her face. It was amazing that some people didn’t know Flora was just as dangerous as Rayne.

“I came here to make you an offer, Z.”

“You’re just full of off-” I started to retort, but Flora reached out and wrapped her hand around my throat. I tried to pry her fingers off my throat, but her gripe was iron.

“Look at you. Pathetic.” There wasn’t malice in her voice. It dripped with a plastic pity. “There’s so many things you could try right now, but you chose the dumbest by just trying to remove my fingers. You could try to escape but instead you decide to snap at me like some dumb animal.”

She let go and I took a deep breath. I glared at her, but she just smiled. She snapped her fingers and the maids were on me again, flipping me off my back and onto my stomach again.

I felt Flora’s fingers glide through my hair before she grabbed and pulled, lifting my head off the mat. “I think I like you better this way. When you’re face down you can’t look at me. Slaves really shouldn’t look at their owners in the eyes anyway.”

“Fuck you.” Admittedly, it wasn’t a great response. But it was what I had while I was being lifted off the floor by my hair.

“Careful Z.” To my surprise, Flora giggled. “If you’re not good I might rescind my offer.”

I managed to answer through gritted teeth. “Just tell me what it is so I can nap.”

“My offer to you is simple, Z.” Flora got close to my ear and whispered. “You can give up, or you can get your dog back. But know that if you get your dog I’ll be taking Bridget to be the focus of my next art project.”

My blood ran cold. I didn’t have any doubts that she would. Bridget was just another slave in Flora’s possession.

“You have all night to think about it, Z. Which object of your affection will you save? Bridget or Sasha? You can only choose one.”

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Wolf Taming pt 54

CW: Noncon - Petplay - Gaslighting

I didn’t really care about what Clarity wanted to show me. I was sore and could only look forward to being sore tomorrow as well. I knew they weren’t going to give me time to actually recover unless I completely collapsed and even then I wasn’t sure. Even if I got eight hours of sleep it wouldn’t fix everything that had been done to my body since last night.

But, I didn’t complain. I was trying to keep up the facade, trying my best despite the stumbles. Be good and listen. It was humiliating, but I had to do it. I needed to get as much trust as I could, if I didn’t have that I wasn’t going to get anywhere. I had stumbled a few times today, but they were small stumbles. They seemed to put up with them as long as I made an effort to do what I was ordered to do.

As we walked past the barn Clarity motioned to a group of stablehands to join us. Four left the group and started to follow a few steps behind us. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but if Clarity was getting backup it couldn’t be good.

We kept walking and eventually I realized we were going towards Eos’s house. I was wondering if I was going to have to go talk to her. I didn’t want to see Eos in the condition I was in, I wasn’t sure I could handle her evil rants right now. To my surprise, we continued on the path past the front door and walked around to the side of the house where we stopped.

“Here we are.” She said like I was supposed to pick up on something obvious. She reached up and unlocked the bit, allowing me to work the stiffness out of my jaw.

I squinted, trying to figure out what Clarity wanted me to see. The sun was directly in my eyes, making it hard to make out anything easily. We stood in front of an admittedly lovely looking garden. A mixture of flowers and vegetables. It was quaint, something I’d expect at an old lady’s countryside cottage. Not something I expected out of a kidnapper who made human ponies and cows.

I could barely contain a scoff at the two scarecrows in the garden. Apparently Eos was paranoid about crows taking her precious vegetables. I was surprised she just didn’t have one of her many slaves just standing here all day to scream at any crow that decided to land here.

A moan came from the garden, taking me by surprise. Clarity snapped her fingers and the four stablehands that had been following us split into two groups, each one heading towards one of the scarecrows. As they messed with them I felt my heart drop, those were people.

“The system is fairly ingenious. These are Sunflower Scarecrows, a punishment system that Mistress Eos created that also serves a purpose.” Clarity’s voice always took on a slight dream-like tone. Something that was always offputting, but took on a new kind of horror while I stared at the women being taken out of the frames. “Those who continue to act out are placed here. The frame keeps them posed like a scarecrow, leaving them unable to cover themself. The stand tips them so the sun is always shining down directly on their body. Like a sunflower, the stand turns so the sun is always shining down on them.”

I could hear muffled sobbing as the women were being unshackled from the frames they were on. If what Clarity said was true, they must be terribly sunburnt. My mouth felt dry as a word finally tumbled out of my mouth. “Why?”

I could feel Clarity getting annoyed already from just that one word. “Because those here need to learn their places. If they won’t learn on their own, we will teach them with any means at our disposal. At first this punishment was a simple one bar prison. They’d be made to stand in the heat, unable to sit due to the plug inside of them. It’s simply too large and too deep for the offender to escape on their own.” The annoyance vanished out of Clarity’s voice as she began talking about Eos’s horrible device again. “But, why let a slave do nothing for hours? Now a slave can protect these precious crops. They’re locked in the frame and gagged. If they see something coming for the crops all they need to do is squeeze that plug and activate a sound system to scare whatever it is away. And, if they do a good job, they’ll even get water once they’re taken down.”

I watched as each group lifted one of the women off the frame. Neither of them was able to stand on their own, each stablehand stood on either side of the woman and walked her over to us. It was only once they were close that I could make out their faces, the sun no longer obscuring the details.

I felt tears start to drip down my face when I recognized them. Lucky and Clover. Both looked dazed and in pain. Their skin was an angry red from their time in the sun. Their mouths still pried open by the massive gags shoved inside. I saw a glint of gold and saw clamps biting down on their nipples.

“They didn’t do anything wrong.”

The annoyed tone flared up in Clarity’s voice. “You’re right. They didn’t. You did. You are valuable to Mistress Eos. You will not get harsh punishments. Others will get them for you. They’ve been punished for everything you’ve done today. They got put here because you weren’t ready this morning.”

“You tortured them because I wasn’t ready this morning?!” I screamed. I couldn’t believe this is the kind of thing they would do to someone for something like that.

Clarity sighed. “Left, one each.” I wasn’t sure what Clarity was talking about until I heard two sharp screams. Each of the stablehands standing on the left had each slapped their captive’s sunburnt stomach. I watched both Lucky and Clover almost collapse to the ground, but the stablestands forced them onto their feet.

“Stop!” I was begging at this point.

“Left one each. Right one each.” I heard another round of screams as the one on the left hit each on a burned spot again before the ones on the right hit them as well.

I was sobbing almost as much as Lucky and Clover were. It was pathetic, I wasn’t even the one hurt. But I was responsible for it.

I felt Clarity push gently on the back of my knees. I was barely standing as it was, the tap was all I needed to fall onto them. Clarity walked in front of me and turned to face me. She was taller now that I was on my knees. Calm and passive despite the horrible things happening. She used one hand to force me to look into her big sad eyes.

“I don’t know how else to make you understand, Callidora.” She sounded like she was on the edge of tears herself. “I told you others would be punished for what you did. Yet you keep talking out of line, even now. Please, stop screaming. Stop swearing. Stop talking if you aren’t being asked to speak. You’re hurting them because you can’t behave. Your behavior can’t go unpunished. These two are my friends and you’ve made me hurt them.”

I hadn’t made her do anything, but I understood now. Deep down in my heart, I had hoped it was a lie. That they were just saying that in hopes of keeping me in line. They wouldn’t just punish people unrelated to the offenses to make some kind of twisted point. That, maybe, they would just put up with me because I was important.

The evidence to the contrary was staring at me now, though. Anything I did would be punished. Eos couldn’t do to me what she did to Lucky and Clover and have me race. She was more than willing to hurt people to make her point.

Clarity walked behind me, I could feel her body against mine. I tried to look down, I didn’t want to meet eyes with the two hurt because of how I acted. But Clarity grabbed my head and forced me to look up at them. I tried to shut my eyes, but with a practice motion her fingers pried my eyelids open. Try as I might, I couldn’t shut my eyes. All I could do was stare at the two.

“I want you to understand what you did today. Not being ready in time got them here. The clamps were added because of the first few times you spoke out of turn. Your attempt to struggle out of the pen’s harness took away their chance to get some water sprayed on them. They lost a chance to cool off. Then your outburst during your conversation with Frosthoof got them sprayed with an irritant, making them feel even worse.” Clarity began to stroke my hair, but I couldn’t even feel angry at her for the patronizing action. I just felt numb. “Every time you messed up today, they got punished for it.” She let go of my head and walked towards Lucky and Clover. “And they might not be done yet. They’ve had a long and very hard day, but I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

A new stream of tears began. Of horror and frustration. The horror of the idea that they might be punished more and the frustration of not even being allowed to beg for leniency. I wanted to scream and beg, but I stayed silent.

“They’ve been awake all day. Maybe, while you’re getting some rest tonight, they shouldn’t. I was thinking about not letting them sleep tonight. They can probably wait until morning for some water. Maybe knowing that they’re waiting for you to wake up in the morning so they can get a drink before they start their work for the day will get you to behave for the rest of the night.” Clarity turned to me. Despite the horrible things she was saying, she still looked sad. “What are your thoughts, Callidora?”

I waited for a second. I was allowed to talk if I was asked something directly. I quickly tried to gather my thoughts, I needed to convince her to spare them. The idea of making them go the entire night without water and sleep only for them to immediately have to work the next day was horrific.

“Please. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll be ready tomorrow morning when Mistress Eos comes down.” I made sure to call Eos by her stupid title in the hopes of getting a few more points with Clarity. “I’ll do even better on tomorrow’s exercises. I’m still learning, I can’t promise to be perfect, but I will do my best. I will be better. I can do better. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Please…” A choked sob escaped my throat. “Just…. just let them sleep.”

Clarity walked back over to me. I looked her in the eye, doing my best to convince her I was sincere. She stared at me for a few moments before she spoke. “I will give them water, sleep, and a special ointment to help them heal quickly if you behave tomorrow. They will be allowed to rest tomorrow.” I felt a wave of relief, but then she kept talking. “But. If you aren’t ready by the time Mistress Eos comes down tomorrow they will be put back on the Scarecrow. If you misbehave tomorrow they will be sent back to work in the state they’re in. You choose their fate, Callidora. Do you want them to go without water and sleep tonight and not have to worry about them being sent back here? Or do you think you can behave tomorrow?”

I felt the sword dangling over my head. If I messed up, they’d be back here. I could spend the day without that sword over my head, but I’d have to tell them both that I’d rather their torment continue than behave.

When I found my voice it was barely a whisper. “Please. Let them sleep. I’ll be good. I promise.”

Clarity smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m proud of you, Callidora.” She turned around and spoke to the stablehands. “Place Lucky and Clover in the recovery cells. Place the first round of oinkment on them before they sleep, then do it in another 4 hours. After morning activities start, apply it every two hours.”

The stable hands nodded and carried the two off. I could hear moans of pain from the two as they were handled. Each sound a stab in my heart. They were like this because people were mad at me. I should be the one that was put here, not them.

“Remember, Callidora. This never needs to happen again.” Clarity knelt down and took my head in her hands, forcing me to look into her sad eyes. “I don’t want it to happen again. Lucky and Clover are my friends and it brings me no pleasure to hurt them. Just be good. All you need to do is behave and train.”

I felt my heart break. If I tried to escape and failed, Lucky and Clover would only get a far worse fate. Even if I escaped there was no way I’d be able to save them. Nothing short of turning everyone against Eos would save everyone here. Too many of them were deep-throating her boots to even start thinking about where I could even start without getting caught.

The helplessness hurt. I couldn’t save myself without hurting others. I couldn’t even try saving others without getting them hurt regardless. For the first time, I didn’t see any exits.

“I’ll do better tomorrow. I promise.”

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Wolf Taming Pt 53

CW: Noncon - Petplay

My legs were shaking when the machine finally slowed to a halt. Two other stable hands had joined Clarity outside the pen. She whispered something to them, pointing at me occasionally, before they entered the pen.

The two new stablehands stood on either side of me; I wasn’t sure what they were doing but I was too tired to really care. Clarity had walked behind me, I could feel her fiddling with the harness. Suddenly the arm was no longer holding it up and I unfortunately learned that my legs couldn’t hold me up. I started to buckle, but the two stablehands caught me. They tried to hold me up as they guided me out of the pen. I was too big for them to simply carry or drag out so I had to awkwardly stumble as they held me up.

I was deposited on the bench outside of the pen. For the first time in hours I could relax and take weight off my aching legs. The two stablehands quickly vanished and in their place two men walked up.

“Callidora, this is Colt and Halter. They’re another pair of physical therapists. Lucky and Clover had other duties this afternoon so I asked them to come by once you were done. Please lie down.”

I looked at the two and sighed. I didn’t particularly want to be touched right now, but I didn’t want to make a fuss about it. I laid down and they got to work.

Colt loosened the arm binder a bit, giving me much welcomed relief. Halter began massaging my legs. As much as I hated to admit it, it felt wonderful after that workout. Once Colt was done with the binder he began working on the left leg while Halter worked on the right.

I quickly lost track of time as I somewhat unwillingly enjoyed the massage. Reality unfortunately came crashing back when they finally stopped. “Twenty minute break is up, Callidora.”

The two stood and gave me a small bow before they were called over to work on a different pony person. Clarity walked up and tightened the armbinder again and I couldn’t help but groan.

“I feel like it would be much easier to get things done if I wasn’t wearing this. It hurts.” I struggled to sit back up once Clarity stepped back.

“Later you’ll get more comfortable ones for casual wear. We call them bitchsuit sleeves.” Clarity got an unusual smirk on her face before she continued. “I’m unsure what kind of equipment Z gave you, but many dog slaves wear equipment that keep their arms and legs bent so they have to walk on their elbows and knees. We have ones just for your arms. More comfortable while keeping your arms bent, it gives you the appearance of rear.”

I was glad to not know what she was talking about. Apparently I had been “lucky” enough not to have to wear that garbage. Z had apparently blown her budget on that horrible collar.

“So why am I in this thing then?” I asked, trying not to sound irritated.

“That’s the standard racing gear and you have to get used to it.”

It was the most annoying answer that Clarity could have given me. Of course there was standard racing gear for human pony races. Why wouldn’t there be?

“Can you stand up, Callidora?” Clarity asked, standing back to give me more space.

I wanted to tell her no in the hopes that I’d be allowed to rest some more, but I somehow doubt I’d get what I wanted. I carefully tried to stand back up. My legs were yelling at me not too, but I eventually managed. Trying to stand on these damn hooves was torture. Trying to keep my balance with my arms locked behind me made everything feel worse.

I followed close behind Clarity as we walked down the path. We passed a few others being dragged around by the bit in their mouth. A felt the unwanted twinge of thanks for being dragged around by my harness.

I made note of everyone we passed. All the stablehands I had seen so far were all women, but the pony people they were dragging around were a fairly equal mixture of men and women. She could feel a few of their eyes on her as they approached, but their blinders quickly hid them. Unlike her, they couldn’t turn their heads and look. A few of them wore the armbinders like I did, some wore the more casual binders that Clarity was probably talking about.

Clarity apparently caught me looking at the others and broke the silence. “We have a wide variety of ponies here. They’re divided into three groups. Race horses, show ponies and pleasure. We have both male and female of the racing and pleasure variety, but unfortunately there isn’t much of a scene for male show ponies yet. Mistress Eos is working on it though.” Clarity glanced over her shoulder at me for a moment before looking back ahead. “As a race horse you may request the company of any of the pleasure options you want during your downtime. Males are sterile if you are worried about that.”

“I wasn’t and I didn’t particularly want to know.” I grumbled. I felt a sudden tug on the harness that almost sent me to the ground.

“I’m telling you how the farm works, you should be grateful.” There was that slight edge to Clarity’s voice again. It seemed to happen whenever I questioned Eos or apparently wasn’t grateful about learning about the group of slaves I could ask to fuck.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t going to be grateful about learning more about this horror farm, but hopefully a sorry would at least placate Clarity.

It seemed to quiet her down if nothing else. We walked a bit further down the path, taking a turn through a forested area before we finally emerged at what I could only assume was our destination. It was a small track, the one I had seen when I was being taken to the barn.

As we approached I could see all the activity happening. I heard a faint sound of someone yelling “go” and I saw three women bound like I was taking off down the track. I couldn’t believe how fast they were able to move while dressed like that. So far everything I had been doing had been form and endurance, not speed.

“I wanted you to see the most important part of your experience here, the race track. You won’t be practicing here today, it’s too dangerous. You’ll be practicing speed on a treadmill first so we can have your harness catch you if you trip and fall.” Clarity waved to a few of the stablehands that were dealing with the various people around the track.

Most of the chatter was coming from the stablehands, the ponies were mostly silent unless asked questions. Though I saw a group standing off to the side, chatting like this was just some place to hang out. The vibe here disturbed me. It felt… normal. It felt a lot like going to the track and doing workouts with my team.

No one here was making a fuss or arguing. No one was fighting against the handlers pulling them around. It just felt like a space to work out with people who happened to be dressed in bondage gear, not a farm filled with kidnapped people forced to be here.

“A lot happens here. If you’re lucky you’ll be down here a lot. This is where the race horses practice, socialize and relax.” Clarity walked past a few benches where men and women were laying down, being massaged by a team of two people each. They must be the same kinds of slaves that Lucky and Clover were.

She wasn’t sure where Clarity was taking her exactly, but she eventually realized she was heading towards a group of three women standing and chatting. I recognized one of them. Frosthoof, a name that still hurt me mentally to say. The three stopped to acknowledge Clarity as she approached. To my surprise, the leash was unhooked from my harness.

“Callidora, you’ve already seen Frosthoof. The other two are Velvet Soul, and Ember.” Clarity gestured at each of them. Like everyone else, the two were wearing the full set of gear. Harness, hoof boots, arm binder and the blinders. But that was where the similarities stopped.

Velvet was the tallest of the three. She stood slightly taller than I did and she was ripped. She looked less like a racer and more like a fighter.

Ember was the smallest of the three. Tan with red hair that looked like it had more care than most here. It was shades of reds, oranges and yellows. She wasn’t as muscular as the others, but she was toned.

Velvet was the first to speak. “Welcome newbie.” She seemed surprisingly subdued. Way too relaxed given the situation she was in.

“Welcome!” Ember was more cheery, almost off puttingly so.

“I’m glad you finally got out of the exercise pen, Callidora.” Frost said in a way that felt like it was supposed to be an insult.

“Feel free to relax and chat, Callidora. I have to check in with some of the others. There are a lot of people here watching, please don’t do anything stupid.” Without waiting for my response, she left me alone with the three.

“I can only assume you were the one making the fuss last night that woke us up late last night.” Frost said, a mild disdain in her voice. “A bunch of shouting woke up a few of us and we heard today a new arrival had attacked Jude.”

“What of it?” I bristled at the comment. “I was trying to get away.” I looked around, there were a few of the stablehands around, but none were particularly close to us. “At least I did something to try and escape, you three are just standing here and chatting like this is a social club.”’

“Escape?” Ember laughed a bit, but kept her voice down. “To where? You don’t escape the Society.”

“Says who? There's no way that no one has ever escaped. They can’t stop all of us. We just have to-”

“Know your place, Callidora.” Velvet interrupted me. “You’re new here. You’re not some superhero that suddenly showed up and is better than everyone else here. You’re just another one of us and if people escaped from the Society it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”

“You could at least try.” I let my voice fall to a whisper. “You’re built like an MMA fighter, you could probably knock out any of thes-”

“Stop.” Velvet cut me off. “I’m tired of new ones coming in and doing this. You’re only getting yourself and others hurt. Just… stop. Callidora, just listen to us. You can have a decent life here.”

“Bullshit I can. This is horrible, how can any of you stand it?”

“I… failed my test to become a member.” I looked over at Ember as she quietly spoke up. “I’m… distantly related to Eos. I begged to come here. I was told I’d get to be a race horse if I did. Have it better than most slaves. If I didn’t… I’d have gone up for auction and someone much worse might have bought me.”

“So you grew up being part of this shit? That’s how you’re trying to get my sympathy? Because it bit you in the ass?” I glared at Ember. She took a step backwards and hid behind Velvet.

“You were brought over to us to socialize, not cause a scene.” Frost glared at me. “I think we’re done with you right now. Maybe we can talk again tomorrow when you’ve had some time to reflect.” She turned towards one of the stablehands a bit further away. “Natalie?”

The woman that approached was the one I recognized from the pens. It was the same one that had led Frost off when we showed up. “Something the matter?”

“I think Callidora is feeling a bit… overwhelmed right now. Perhaps Clarity could help her calm down.” Frost didn’t take her eyes off me as she spoke.

Natalie took at me, then to Frost, then she looked at Ember cowering behind Velvet. “I see. I’ll take her over to Clairty then. Frost and Velvet, how about you two line up for a race next?” She took out a leash and clipped it to my harness and gave it a tug. I felt my eye twitch at this, but I was glad to not have to talk to these three any longer.

The group headed towards the track while Natalie walked me over to Clarity, not bothering to say a word to me. Clarity was talking with a few other stablehands when Natalie interrupted her. She whispered directly into Clarity’s ear, obviously not wanting me to hear what she said.

Clarity sighed and pulled out a bit, holding it in front of my mouth. “Please, Callidora. I don’t want to hear it right now.” I glared at her, but this was the one place I had no chance of fighting back. There were too many stable hands and trainers about.

I opened my mouth and Clarity but the bit in. I heard the tiny click of the lock. To add final insult to injury she attached a lead to the bit. “Eos has told me you can rest early tonight. A rare please. But, we have to go somewhere first.”

She quickly finished up her conversation with the stablehands. Something about how to better balance one of the pony’s training schedule. I heard someone yell “go” at the race track and I turned to see who was running this time.

Frost and Velvet. I wanted to roll my eyes and look away, but my eyes were stuck on them. They took off with a speed that caught me off guard. Despite the gear they were wearing, the horrible boots and their arms pulled behind them, they ran with a speed most runners would have been jealous of.

The moment they crossed the finish line their trainers came up to them with water bottles and towels. The trainers were obviously focused on their care. The two turned around and made their way off the track, but Frost caught my eye. She stared at me until I finally looked away.

Clarity seemed to notice my discomfort and patted me on the shoulder. She waved off the other stablehands. “Let's go, Callidora. There's something you’re supposed to see before you can go to bed tonight.”

She gave the lead a gentle tug and we started walking away from the track. I wasn’t sure what new humiliation I was being taken to see, but I was sure it couldn’t top what I had just watched.

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queenjunoking · 2 years

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Wolf Taming Pt 52

CW: Noncon - Petplay

I hated this stupid machine. It was unrelenting, unwilling to stop no matter what. If I walked too slow it would pull, caring nothing about how much I was now off balance. It didn’t care if I was sore and tired, it just wanted to keep pulling me forward.

It took about a half hour for Clarity to finally stop the machine. I wanted to sit down and rest my sore legs, but the chain attached to me kept me standing. Clarity looked at her phone for a minute before she finally entered the pen, crop in hand. She was clearly unimpressed by me.

“Four hundred and seventy eight steps.” She said as she flexed the crop in her hand. “That’s how many you needed to take to reach the paltry 200 steps I asked you to do correctly.”

“That’s bullshit!” I couldn’t hold my tongue. “I did those per-OW!”

My rage was cut short by a harsh lash that hit me directly on the nipple. Clarity glared at me. “The equipment is perfect. It has been used for years and the readings are always right. YOU however are not perfect and neither is your form.”

“I'm doing the best I can! You have me in these stupid boots! How am I suppo-OW FUCK!” I cried out again as she landed another blow in the same spot. I couldn’t help but try and pull out of the way, but the machine held me in place.

“You will be perfect. Your purpose is to be perfect. You have been given what ponies wear and you will not complain about it again.” She paused to bend down and reach into her backpack, pulling out a bit gag. “I am, however, tired of your outbursts. For speaking out of line and trying to escape out of the machine this will be one of your punishments.”

“I didn’t try to escape!” There were few things I wanted less than to wear that thing for the rest of the afternoon.

“You thrashed in your bonds to try and get away from me when I corrected you. You will learn not to do that.” She held out the bit gag, waiting for me to willingly lean forward and put it in my mouth. “It’s your choice, Callidora. Either you take this or others will be punished for your mistakes.”

My mind flashed to Lucky and Clover. Already probably punished for how I acted this morning. Clarity didn’t say that they’d be punished with the gag, just that they’d be punished for my mistakes. What they’d get was probably far worse than this.

I stared at the gag for a minute, Clarity waiting patiently as I thought it over. I sighed, seeing no way out of this situation. I was bound to a machine. There was no way to escape. If she really wanted too she could force it into my mouth. I opened my mouth and bit down on the gag. I felt Clarity tug on some straps and I heard a subtle click. My heart sank slightly when I realized what it was; a lock on the gag. I opened my mouth slightly and tried to push it out with my tongue, but it didn't budge at all. I gave my head a small shake and felt the small lock rattle.

“You’ll get used to those as well, all the ponies do.” Clarity’s anger had faded away and she had her sad smile back. I felt creeped out as she stroked the side of my face as she spoke. “Most of the ponies are led around my leads attached to their bits. You’ll eventually get a custom one that you’ll wear whenever you’re out of your stall but not doing anything of note. They are very comfortable.”

I tried to laugh at the idea, something difficult to do with the bit in my mouth. The idea of a comfortable gag was ridiculous to me. Though, I was still hanging desperately clinging to the thought that I’d be long gone before I learned how comfortable it might be.

“Time for your real workout.” Clarity started to input something into the panel when she caught my expression of disbelief. “The two hundred steps was practice. Now that you can manage two hundred you should better understand how to walk correctly.”

I heard the machine starting up again and was unable to stop myself from forcefully exhaling out of my nose out of frustration. I had few other ways to show it, but it was probably the kind of thing they wanted me to do. It was the kind of thing you expected to see out of dogs and horses.

“Originally you were only scheduled to do a half mile, but because of how you acted out earlier you’ll be doing a full mile before you’re let out to rest.” I watched her pick up her crop and gently hit it against her hand a few times thoughtfully. “I will be more aggressively correcting your posture and walk during this mile. You’ll thank me for this in the future, once you get used to this you’ll need to be able to walk a mile without a mistake or your progress will reset.”

A mile without mistakes seemed ridiculous, I couldn’t imagine them actually doing that to the others here. How did they get anything done? There was no way they could be that good at this, doing these ridiculous walk cycles.

Could they? A thought came unbridled. Are they really trained that well?

I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, I didn’t even know it was actually true yet. Eos talked about race horses and pony shows, surely there couldn’t be enough people kidnapped like I was and made to do this to make a real pony show or race.

I was forcibly pulled back out of my own head by a gentle swat on the ass my Clarity.

“How about we start?” She said with the sad smile of hers, right before she flipped on the machine.

<&>

I was more exhausted than I had felt in a long time. The first leg wasn’t too bad. As “not too bad” as being dressed up like a pony and being forced to walk in circles by a machine can be anyway. A few pokes and prods by Clarity’s crop as I walked in the circle over and over.

Though a shorter distance that I had endured the previous night, I was still sore from that experience and the sun beating down on me made it feel much worse. I just hoped for a cloud to pass by to shelter me for just a minute, a break from the heat. Unfortunately the sun didn’t particularly care about my predicament. It just kept beating down on me and no cloud moved to stop it.

“You’ve reached the mile mark, unfortunately you haven’t walked the mile yet.” Clarity glanced at her phone while she talked at me. “You’ve walked about half a mile correctly so far, so another half to go. It’s better than the forty one percent you got during your warm up.”

I felt the machine slow to a stop and I was overcome with a small amount of anxiety. I wasn’t sure we were stopping when this sounded like it was supposed to be continuous exercise.

She walked into the pen and looked me in the eyes. “I’m going to remove your gag, you are not to speak. Are you going to be good?”

I rolled my eyes and nodded. It’s not like I was in a position to do much else. She reached around to the back of my and I heard a click as the gag was unlocked and removed from my mouth. I was working the soreness already building up in my jaw when she held a waterbottle up to my mouth.

For reasons I knew weren’t rational, I didn’t drink from it. I was thirsty. I had already walked over a mile today in these horrible boots under the hot sun. But what if something was in it? Realistically I knew that if they wanted to give me something I’d never be able to stop them. But I was tired of being drugged at this point and didn’t potentially want to take something willingly.

It might have been the dehydration talking for me.

Clarity, for better or worse, seemed to pick up on the source of my hesitation. She rolled her eyes, an oddly energetic task for her sad eyes, and took a drink out of the bottle before holding it out to me. “There. See? Nothing is in it. Or if there is something you’re afraid of in it, I’ve taken it too. Not that we have a reason to drug you with something half way through a training exercise.”

I sighed and gave in, taking long drinks out of the water bottle that Charlity was holding in her left hand while she continued to look at the phone in her right.

“It’s a good thing you aren’t under the normal training conditions, you’ve had your streak broken ten times. You started off strong but you’ve been getting sloppier as time goes on.” She glanced up from her phone and looked me in the eye. “How about you finish strong for me? Eos won’t be happy with how you did in the middle, but if you end strong at least there's evidence that you’re trying.”

Clarity’s words reminded me about my plan, if you could call it that at least. If there was any chance of escaping, I couldn’t do it if Eos didn’t think I was going to play her game. If I did poorly or didn’t try, all that was going to do was get people hurt. A shiver went up my spine as I thought of the barn, the sword hanging above my head during this entire process. If she grew tired of me everything would come crashing down and I knew that would be my new home.

I looked at her and nodded, she had said not to speak so I kept quiet. I didn’t even make a fuss when she held the bit in front of my mouth again. I felt her strap it on, but I didn’t hear the sound of a lock clicking. I saw it in her hand as she made her way back out of the pen. There was no way I could remove the bit, it was still strapped onto my head. But without the lock it felt a bit less constricting. A feeling, upon reflection, I disliked. I didn’t want to feel thankful for the tiniest niceties they were willing to offer.

“Let’s finish strong, Callidora. I have a surprise for you after we’re done here.”

The arm started up again, but this time I was ready for it. I walked in time with it as it began, avoiding being pulled forward like the last few times.

I repeated the instructions in my head as I walked. Back straight. Face forward. High knee lifts with each step. It felt humiliating. I felt like an animal being shown off. Which was obviously the point.

As I walked I began dreading what was waiting for me at the end.

What was the surprise?

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queenjunoking · 3 years

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Wolf Taming Pt 51

CW: Noncon - Kidnapping

“Zoey? Zoey class is over.” Bridget shook Zoey gently as the students gathered their things and departed the lecture hall.

Bridget watched Zoey slowly come too and rub her eyes. She had been concerned about her friend lately. She had always been a straight A student, always paying close attention in class. Then she vanished for a few days and when she came back she acted differently.

When she actually bothered to come to class anyway.

“Time flies by I guess.” Zoey gave Bridget a small smile and tossed her notebook into her bag before getting up to leave with her friend.

“It tends to do that while you’re sleeping.” Bridget sighed. “Are you doing alright?”

“I’m fine just some-” Zoey interrupted herself with an abrupt yawn. “Just some late nights recently.”

“Uhuh. Well, finals are coming up. Perhaps you should try and get some sleep tonight?” Bridget suggested as they had their way out of the building.

“I guess. Right now I’m just hungry. Maybe I’ll just grab something to eat, skip my classes this afternoon and just take a nap.” Zoey yawned again as she laid out her plan for the day.

Bridget could see the dark circles under her friend’s eyes and decided to encourage the plan. At least she’d be sleeping. There was no point in going to her classes if she was just going to sleep through them anyway. “How about I buy lunch?”

“That sounds great. Could really go for a burger.” Zoey said with a smirk as they turned to go towards the cafeteria.

“Burgers it is.” Bridget threw her arm around the shoulder of her friend and the two began walking. Bridget was quite a bit taller than her. She was quite strong and athletic, but was never interested in doing sports. She always made Zoey feel tiny.

“Milkshakes?” Zoey asked, seeing what the chances of scoring a chocolate shake were.

“Fine.” Bridget rolled her eyes jokingly. “We can get milk sha-”

She was cut off as a limousine crawled down the street. An odd sight, you typically didn’t encounter many limos just driving down roads on campus. Bridget was about to keep walking, but she saw Zoey’s eye glued to it as it turned down another road.

“I… actually need to go. I think I should probably just skip lunch and head home.” She gave her friend a quick hug and ran down the steps. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She waved at her friend and ran down one of the nearby streets. She made a guess where it was going to be waiting for her and ran down a few side streets before coming out in a residential area near campus. She could see the limo slowly crawling down the street. Eventually it came to a halt in front of Z and the door opened.

“What are you doing here?” Zoey asked as she got into the limo, closing the door behind her. “Didn’t take you as someone who left their house often.”

“I’m just trying to help you, Z.” Eos said with an odd smile.

She hated that name. She hated most of this, but she knew better than to say it outloud. She had sat alone in a cell for two days before someone told her that she was being allowed into the Society. She had met a few people there and was told that she could either join, or become a slave. Apparently what she had done to her kidnappers had impressed someone. She didn’t want to join, but she didn’t have a real option.

She had been watched closely that first day. She was told by someone in charge that she wasn’t allowed to leave until she was processed, but she was free to wander the auction house. So she wandered.

She saw people dressed in clothes that probably cost more than most houses being waited on hand and foot, sometimes literally. Maids and butlers were following the Society members. She watched a woman being auctioned off as she screamed for someone to help her.

It only increased the bids.

The only member who paid her mind that day was Eos. Zoey didn’t want anything to do with her, but Eos explained a lot of things she needed to know.

Finally, at the end of the day, she was brought forward to choose a name. To the annoyance of most of the people there, she had insisted on just keeping her name. The narcissists in the Society seemed to like taking the names of gods and rulers based on the ones she met so far. That wasn’t her. Unfortunately she got the short end of the stick; when she was officially approved to join that night her name was simply “Z”.

“You said they’d fix that.” Zoey said as she looked out the window.

“There’s only so much I can do.” Eos said with a shrug. She didn’t look like she cared much one way or the other. “I didn’t come all the way here to help you with your name problem. I’m here to help with your employment issue. There have been concerns about you spreading given the way you entered the Society. So I have gone out of my way to get you an opportunity to work with someone to learn a trade.”

She handed Zoey a few papers and a phone. The papers contained a code and a location. “You’ll be meeting a probationary member, Fallon, here. I called in a favor and she’ll walk you through the steps of processing a capture.”

“Thanks.” Zoey said, not bothering to cover up her distaste at needing to become more involved with the Society.

“Always glad to assist.” Eos answered, no doubt not caring about how Zoey had decided to answer.

The limo came to a stop about half a mile from her house. The door was opened and she was more or less booted out. Eos rolled down the window and looked at Zoey. “You’ll be meeting her at that location at 11. Don’t be late.”

With that Eos drove off and Zoey was left to walk the rest of the way home alone.

* * *

Once night fell Zoey left her apartment. She did everything she had drilled into her head the last few weeks. Be vigilant. Take longer, winding routes to be sure that no one was following you. Listen for things out of place. The trip to the warehouse could have only taken her fifteen minutes instead of the forty-five it ended up taking, but her wasting time was a small price to pay to keep the paranoid members of the Society from throwing her back in a cell for not listening.

The warehouse was fairly small and unassuming. Had no one told her, she would have just assumed it was just some place for storage or something. The veil had been lifted though, at this point she was made aware of at least a dozen different places that were Society properties. Some were places of legitimate business. Others like here, were for trafficking.

She sent the code to the number Eos had given her and waited outside the door for a few minutes until it finally opened up. The warehouse was mostly dark inside, but she could see a single light in the distance where the activities were probably happening.

It took her a bit to make her way through the maze of boxes, but she eventually found the clearing. Waiting for her was an impatient Fallon and a woman hanging from the ceiling by her wrists.

“About time you showed up.” Fallon practically growled as Zoey approached her. “I’m doing this as a favor, I have more important things I should be doing.”

Zoey ignored Fallon for a moment and looked at the victim. She was somewhat plain. Brown hair, brown eyes. Medium height. Perfectly average. Ripe for modification.

She was roughly Zoey’s age, but she didn’t recognize her. She only had small glimpses into the mentality of the Society so far, but she knew they were careful about where they allowed kidnappings. Cities were sectioned off and normally had Scouts looking for anyone of interest. They sold that information to members who might be looking for a slave of a certain look or talent. Then a requisition team was typically hired to kidnap the target. There was someone higher up that would declare areas as open or closed for hunting. Take too many people from one place at the same time and it rouses suspicion.

It was a system Zoey was already very familiar with as she herself had been targeted by this system just a few weeks ago. The difference was, unlike this girl, Zoey had fought back.

The woman stared into Zoey’s eyes, begging for help. But it didn’t bother Zoey. It might have at one point, but she felt nothing now. “Then, instead of growling like some kind of ill-tempered dog, how about we start.” Zoey said, still not paying Fallon any mind. She simply looked at the victim. The woman had probably been hanging by that rope for a few hours. She could see the burn on the wrists. Her shirt was soaked with the drool that had been dripping out of her mouth.

Unfortunately, she didn’t see Fallon approach her as she was staring at the victim. Fallon was much bigger and stronger than Zoey. It was a fact proved by how far she slid across the floor when Fallon shoved her; a pile of boxes painfully stopping her momentum.

“Smart mouth, huh? You just think you can just walk in off the street, join the Society and then you’re just tough shit?” Fallon glared at her. “People like you piss me off.”

Zoey decided to de-escalate, or maybe escalate depending on who you asked, the situation. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife. She had started to carry it after the incident. With a flick of the wrist the blade slid out and she pointed it at Fallon.

“How about you calm down and just show me whatever you’re here to do.” Zoey said calmly as Fallon’s face turned a deeper shade of red.

“You think you can just threaten me?” Fallon practically screamed at her, a reaction Zoey wasn’t honestly sure how to deal with.

“Fallon. You are a probationary member of the Society. I might be new, but I am a full member of the Society. I outrank you and you attacked me. Either I can report this, or…” Zoey motioned to the victim that was still hanging from the ceiling. “We can just get to work.”

Fallon stared daggers into her for a bit before returning to a more relaxed stance. It took another fifteen seconds for her to finally look away. “Whatever, let's just get this over with so I never have to see you again.”

Zoey returned the knife to her pocket and approached the victim. “She’s going to the Auction House, I’m assuming.” The woman’s eye doubled in size as Zoey casually mentioned her fate.

“Of course.” Fallon said, rolling her eyes. “No one would let you learn these things on a specifically requested capture.” Fallon pulled a pair of scissors and began cutting off the victim’s clothing. “I was asked to capture someone myself. I’m guessing no one thought you could do it yourself seeing how small you are. So, you’re welcome.”

The woman began to struggle more once Fallon began cutting up her pant leg. Zoey was a bit surprised how well it worked, she hadn’t seen scissors cut through material as easily as that before. She easily skipped right through the woman’s belt and yanked her pants off, leaving her naked below the waist.

“These are trauma shears. They’re made to cut through clothing of all kinds and can even cut through some metals. Given that you’re a low ranking nobody that got in with no history in the Society, you’ll probably find yourself on a requisition team if you want to make money.” She snapped the shears open and shut a few times before getting back to work. New tears and pleads came from the victim as her breasts became exposed. Fallon tossed the clothes to the side before turning back to Zoey. “The clothes will be disposed of at the Auction house. There is rarely any reason to keep anything. Cellphones and other identifying information has to be turned over for destruction.” She reached up and undid the clasp on a thin bracelet. “Other items, like this, are yours to keep.”

“So we just cut off their clothes, steal their stuff and that’s it? Seems a bit underwhelming.” Zoey said as she watched Fallon pocket the bracelet.

“No, that's not it, you moron. That's the start. You have to record useful information. Height, weight, sizes, color and hair colors. Check if they’re natural. This information will be used to inform the buyers about what they’re actually getting.” Fallon slapped the victim’s ass hard enough to leave a mark as she picked up a notebook and tossed it to Zoey. “Start recording. Measuring tapes are in the bag. Weight can be taken befor-”

The two went silent as the sound of a box falling echoed around the room. Zoey immediately pulled out her knife and Fallon picked up a crowbar. Fallon gestured to a path and Zoey started down it, searching for the noise. She was practically crawling down the path, doing her best to avoid making noise herself. She eventually found the source of the noise. A small crate had been knocked over and its contents were spilled across the floor.

Someone was here.

She started to make her way back to the center of the room when she heard a voice.

“Shhh… please, you need to be quiet.” It wasn’t Fallon’s voice. “I’m trying to get you down.” It was a voice she recognized. “Then we can go to the police. Everything is going to be alright.”

It was Bridget’s voice. She felt her heart stop. Bridget had followed her here.

She carefully peeked around a crate and saw Bridget standing on the chair, trying to cut the rope around the woman’s hands. It took a bit, but she eventually cut through it.

Which of course caused the woman to fall to the ground, hard. The new noise might as well have been an explosion for how loud it was. Fallon came immediately.

“So we do have a fucking rat.” Fallon said as she entered the clearing, smacking the crowbar into her hand over and over as she slowly approached Bridget.

“Y-you don’t h-have to do this.” Zoey could hear Bridget’s voice shaking.

Bridget was obviously terrified. But had walked into here in the hopes of rescuing someone. The misplaced bravery was going to be her end. It was her bravery though, the made Zoey act. She picked up a crowbar she found laying on top of a nearby crate and walked into the clearing.

“You’re right to a certain extent. I don’t have to do this. Unfortunately for you, I want to do this.” Zoey could hear the glee in Fallon’s voice.

Bridget looked terrified. She took a step back before seeing her friend walk into the clearing. “Zoey? What’s happening? Why are you here?” There was desperation in her voice. “Why are you part of this?”

“Oh, there you are.” Fallon turned around to face Zoey. “It’s abo-”

Her coming complaint was cut off as Zoey hit her as hard as she could on the side of the head, knocking her unconscious. She watched Fallon hit the floor. Occasionally the body twitched which Zoey took to mean she was probably still alive.

“Thank god you’re ok.” Zoey said, dropping the crowbar and looking at her friend with concern. “What are you doing here? This place is dangerous.”

Zoey took a few steps forward and Bridget took a step back. She knew better than to take any more steps forward right now.

“I-I followed you here. You kept vanishing. You were out doing something every night. I knew something was wrong.” She gestured to the victim on the floor, apparently also knocked unconscious from the drop. “Is… is this what you’re doing?”

There was plain desperation on her friend’s face. She didn’t want to believe Zoey would do this kind of thing. They had known each other for a long time.

No one would want to believe their friend was capable of something like this.

“No, Bridget. I was attacked by this group a few weeks ago.” Zoey decided to start with the truth. “I… was taken from my apartment. I was dragged somewhere else, much like this woman was. I managed to escape and someone in the group gave me an ultimatum. Join or they’d kill everyone I cared about.” Zoey started to blend the lies in. “I talked with the police and I’m working with them. I had an in with the group and I could try to get the information of as many people in this group as possible so we could arrest them.”

She could see Bridget relax a bit, believing her lie. “That’s… that’s why you vanished?”

“I’m sorry. It was horrible. I… things happened. Telling you risked everything falling apart. But it’s too late now.” She gestured to the unconscious Fallon. “My cover is blo-”

Bridget ran up to her and embraced her. “I-I’m sorry Zoey. I didn’t know that happened to you. How horrible that must have been.”

Zoey’s heart sank as her friend embraced her. The story worked too well. It was going to make what was coming next hurt even worse.

“I promise, I want to talk to you about this. I want to listen. You deserve someone to listen to you, Zoey.” Bridget hugged her harder before letting go. “We need to leave first though. Tie up whoever that is so we don’t have to worry about them. I’ll untangle this woman then we’ll run, ok?” She didn’t wait for a response as she turned to cut off the rest of the ropes on the victim.

Zoey just stood there and stared at her friend. This was it. This was going to be their last moments together. With Bridget kneeling on the floor, Zoey was the right height.

She took a few steps forward and stood directly behind Bridget. “What are you doing, Zoey, we gotta-” She was cut off by Zoey quickly locking her into a chokehold.

“I’m sorry.” Zoey said. She felt on the verge of tears.

“What are you doing?” Bridget asked, an ugly gasping breath between each word as she fought for air. She tried to stand up, probably hoping to get Zoey off her feet, but Zoey just held her ground and kept her on her knees.

“Why did you have to care?” Zoey asked, ignoring Bridget’s question. “Why couldn’t you have just been like everyone else?”

“Please…” Bridget begged as Z felt her friend weakening.

“I promise I’m going to make sure you have the best ending you can.” Z felt her ex-fiend finally fall unconscious. She carefully laid her on the ground before sprinting off to the side and vomit.

She spent a few minutes retching before she finally walked back to the three unconscious bodies. She knew what she had to do, the job she was brought here to do in the first place.

She rifled through Fallon’s bag and found several pairs of cuffs. She removed the remained of the rope from the original victim then bound all three the same way. Their arms pulled behind their backs with the cuffs, their legs cuffed together, then a chain running between the two sets to pull them into a hog-tie of sorts.

Unfortunately Fallon had only brought the one gag. There was, however, tape. She took the shears from Fallon and removed her friend’s underwear. She balled them up with the first victim’s and stuffed them in Bridget’s mouth. She put a few layers of tape on to be sure they stayed. There was no way she was going to be able to stomach hearing Bridget’s voice if she talked before she reported this.

She looked down at Fallon and decided to give her the same treatment. She cut off Fallon’s underwear and her own, shoving them in the probationary member’s mouth. Feeling a little less willing to be gentle, she wrapped the rest of the roll of duct tape around Fallon’s head. Just made sure there was just enough of an opening for her to get air.

Z walked away from the three victims. She couldn’t bring herself to be this close to Bridget at this point. She leaned against a crate on the other side of the clearing before making the call that could be the start of what ended her if things went wrong.

She called Eos. Her heart stopped beating as the phone rang. She dreaded hearing Eos’s voice. Having to figure out what to say.

Only for Eos to not answer.

“That fucking bitch.” Z mumbled to herself as she dialed the number again.. This time she input a code into her phone before dialing. She was told this would force a member to answer her. She knew it was dumb to do, forcing someone as powerful as Eos to answer the phone could backfire. But she also didn’t have a number to contact anyone else.

This time it only rang twice before she heard a voice on the other end.

“What’s the matter, Z?” Eos asked, sounding mildly concerned.

For the first time, she didn’t feel like fighting back against the name that had been assigned to her. “There was a problem tonight. A lot of them. Someone followed us and was in the warehouse. I managed to capture them and was attacked by Fallon. She was concerned about this affecting her probation and wished to silence me. Currently I have Fallon, the spy and the original victim all restrained on the floor.”

“Oh dear.” Eos said in that annoying voice Z couldn’t decipher. “I’ll be sending enforcers to your location to collect all of them. You’ll have to tell them what happened and you’ll probably have to come in for more questioning.” Eos paused for a moment, chewing on some idea before she continued. “This is very serious, Z. Is there any proof of your version of the events?”

Z thought for a second before lifting up her shirt and looking at herself. She already had some bruises forming from when she was shoved. “She was much bigger and stronger than I was and I was shoved into a crate. They’re injuries that I don’t think I could give to myself. I can already see the bruises forming. Besides.” Z pushed through her hesitation. She knew the correct answer to this and she needed confidence. “I’m a true member of the Society. Fallon is a probationary member. I am giving you my statement of the real version of the events.”

“Excellent.” Eos' voice took on an odd upbeat tone that Z wasn’t used too. Unsure of what else to say she just sat on a crate and stared at her friend. Trapped in the same position she had been in just a few weeks ago. The difference was that Bridget wasn’t going to escape. “Z? Are you still there?” Eos’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“You went quiet, is something wrong?” Eos asked with a tone that Z might almost consider curiosity.

“Look…” Z tried to tiptoe across some eggshells, who knew how Eos would react. “Even if tonight had gone well, I’m not sure this job is for me.”

“I see…” Eos went silent for a few seconds before she said something, the spark of curiosity still in her voice. “What job do you think might be for you?”

Zoey stared at her friend in silence for a minute before answering. She didn’t want anyone to touch Bridget. She shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t fair. But it couldn’t be helped. The least Z could do was handle her friend herself.

“I’d like to be a breaker.”

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Wolf Taming Pt 50

CW: Noncon - Pain - Abuse - Torture

Briar

I spent the next few hours watching Z. Rayne was undoubtedly upset with my methods, but I felt it was more important to have a method that worked than something entertaining that didn’t. I have given their slaves a list of things to do, I couldn’t go any further without it being done. I needed something to unsettle Z and to throw her off her game entirely.

I knew exactly what I needed. The slaves were bringing it out of it’s stasis. Hopefully they could get it to function.

Z did very little during the wait. She quickly realized the position she was in and seemed to want to conserve her energy. She had no idea I was part of this yet. I could only assume how confused she was; Rayne wouldn’t have thought to put her in this position and Flora hadn’t shown interest in getting her hands dirty. She rarely wanted to be directly involved in anything she could make someone else do.

I watched the occasional movements as she tested her bondage. The only sense I left her was her hearing right now, the mask and attached gag took everything else away from her. She shifted every few minutes, obviously uncomfortable. That was the point of course, Z was strong mentally but her body was weak. Her legs started to shake from the strain fairly quickly, but she had no choice but to endure it.

Part of me couldn’t help but fantasize a little about using Z’s own methods against her. I couldn’t help but smile a little when I thought about putting her through a full sensory overload experience like she liked to do to her own victims.

But those were unfortunately the kind of methods Z could withstand.

No, I knew what Z couldn’t withstand. I needed to take a two prong approach to break her. I had days until Sasha would be taken back from Eos, I could waste a day making sure Z was as exhausted as I could reasonably make her.

To break someone you have to make them unable to cope or reject the reality of their situation. I needed her to be as exhausted as possible so she had no choice but to pay attention to what was going to happen to her.

The second prong was more important and needed to be as sharp as possible. The first attack simply broke her armor, the second one needed to decimate her. Unfortunately for someone like Z, she could do that to herself better than most people could. With her senses cut off she had nothing to do but feel her body ache and think.

Think about why she was doing this. Think about how she got here. About how it could go wrong. About how she couldn’t tell how much time was passing. How much time was left. If she had made a mistake.

Little thoughts of paranoia that naturally sprung in her mind. I knew they were there. I saw the amount of security she had on her bedroom door. The look in her eyes when she had tried to taser me in her den.

Z was extremely dangerous. She was great at putting on a neutral face and showing apathy to anyone she was breaking. But deep down Z was scared of a lot of things. Fears culminated in the dark.

I sat down in Flora’s chair and kept looking at Z. Her legs shaking even more from the strain as the stress position drained what little stamina she had. I almost felt bad. But ultimately I was doing this for her. The Society was no place for someone like Z and once she lost her membership she would never have to worry about all the stress it brought her.

No more worrying about who had tried to kidnap her. No more paranoia about someone coming after her again. No more indulging in her dangerous urges. No need to worry about the Society anymore. She can live a nice, calm and lovely life with me.

I just needed to get her to crack first.

My thoughts were eventually disrupted by the door opening. A maid walked in and curtsied, waiting to be addressed. Given the scars that covered her body, she had long ago learned that she shouldn’t disrupt Rayne or Flora.

“Have you done the job yet?” I asked, peeling my eyes away from Z.

“We’ve gotten her functioning, Miss Briar.” She stood up straight, but looked at the ground. “Unfortunately…” I watched her swallow hard as she prepared to deliver bad news. I had no doubts Flora enjoyed shooting the messenger so I understood her hesitation.

“Did something go wrong?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… t-the slave you requested has been locked in stasis for over a year. She’s primarily been used as a mannequin and has no been capable of moving or talking during that time.”

“I take it that it hasn’t been able to adjust yet then?”

“No. Well yes. Um….” I watched her struggle for words.

“Take a deep breath and just tell me what is happening.” I tried to be as gentle as possible. Getting angry wouldn’t help anyone.

“The slave has… physically adjusted well enough. After a few hours of working with her she can walk and respond to commands. But…”

“But?” I asked as she paused again.

“The slave reacts and talks. When prompted. Physically she’s fine, but I’m not sure she’s mentally there anymore in any meaningful capacity. She needs directions or she’ll stand there and stare off into space.”

That did throw a few kinks into my plan, but nothing I couldn’t have expected. You don’t really expect a slave that went through the kind of breaking it did, followed by a year of being unable to move to be mentally around anymore. But I just needed her to do a few small things.

I looked at Z one more time before I reluctantly left the room. As much as I didn’t want to leave, I needed to sharpen the prong or else this was pointless.

Everything hurt.

I woke up in darkness, my arms wrenched upwards behind me and my legs chained in place to the floor.

I was forced into an awkward squatting position. The bar my arms were attached too didn’t allow me to lower myself into a less stressful position. The chains on my legs forced them to stay in place so I couldn’t stretch. I was stuck at the height that placed the most strain on my muscles.

Any attempts at moving sent waves of pain through my body. Adjusting pulled at my arms. If I squirmed I felt the wounds left from Rayne’s whip. During particularly bad spasms I could feel some of the cuts bleeding again. The gag in my mouth silenced any involuntary sounds that came from the pain. Fortunately it in of itself wasn’t big enough to cause pain at first, but as time went by I felt my jaw getting sore.

This wasn’t something Rayne would do, she was far too impatient to just leave me tied up like this. I doubt Flora wanted to be the one to try and break me. I was supposed to be a gift to her, I didn’t see Flora being the one to try and break her own gift.

They must have hired a new breaker to come in while I was unconscious. Unfortunately I had no idea how much time had passed while I was out. It could have been minutes or hours for all I knew.

That problem very quickly became the focal point of the darkness I was in. I had nothing I could focus on beyond the pain. There were no sounds to distract me. No sight to let me see time passing. Minutes felt like hours as I was trapped inside of my mind and surrounded by pain.

I could feel my legs burning and shaking as I remembered why I was doing this. I was doing this to get Sasha back. I had no idea what Eos was doing to her. She could be hurting her. Breaking her into something she shouldn’t be. She said she wanted to turn Sasha into a pony, but what if she turned her into something worse? What if she made her a cow? Or a decoration.

The thoughts made me angry. My body shook with anger as well as from the strain of the position I was locked in. Eventually being trapped in the same position this long was getting to me. I wanted to move. I hated being stuck in one place.

To my own embarrassment I trashed in my bondage, trying to pull something loose. Bending a piece of metal. Breaking a chain. Something. Anything.

But nothing gave. I was just even more exhausted than I was before. All I could think about was the many slaves I had broken and how they had done the same thing. The difference was that I had been trying to help them. This was just being done to hurt me without any real purpose.

Eventually I just let my head hang. My struggles had open up more of the whip wounds. The only reason I was still on my feet was because I had no choice. My lack of leg strength meant that my arms were being wrenched upwards as they were forced to hold up my body.

I wasn’t sure what else to do. Was this going to be my next few days? I had seen the strongest slaves last weeks before they finally broke. I was stronger than any of them. I could last through a few days of pain.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been hanging there before I heard the door slide open. Even if I could see, I didn’t have the energy to look up. All I heard was the sound of high heels reverberating around the room. Whoever it was walked in front of me and placed a box on the floor before they knelt down in front of me. It was either a first aid kit or torture instruments. Possibly both depending on how they were used.

I thought I was prepared for what was coming.

But then she spoke.

“Hello, Miss Zoey. I have been asked to treat your wounds. I will do so as quickly as I can.”

My blood ran cold as I recognized the voice. One I would always recognize. Someone I never thought I’d hear again.

It was Bridget.

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Wolf Taming Pt 49

CW: Noncon - Petplay

I heard the whir of the gears as the arm started to move. Despite my convention, I didn't move. It wasn’t the gear that solidified my status. It wasn’t even being locked in this device or giving up the hopeless attempt at running a few moments ago.

It was taking this first step. Taking this step meant that I was willingly going along with what they wanted. I had made compromises with Z, but this was different.

Unfortunately my first step was taken against my will as the arm yanked me a few feet forward before the machine stopped. I heard the door swing open and Clarity walked into my view.

“What was that about?” She asked, her big sad eyes staring right at me.. “You need to walk with the arm, Callidora. Aren’t you going to be good?”

I tried not to sigh as I decided on what to say. Clarity seemed strict but she could be sympathetic. Despite what she did, she also seemed a bit sad about doing it. I decided to try honesty to see if it would score some sympathy points.

“This is the first thing I’ve had to do on my own since I was taken and it is… difficult.” It wasn’t the full truth. Part of my pride was still getting in the way. But admitting that would probably get me worked twice as hard.

She stroked my face again and nodded. “Taking the first step is hard, but you have to take it. This is your place now. If you don’t walk the next time I turn on the machine, I will punish Lucky and Clover.”

I felt my heart jump into my throat. “Wait! Why them? I’d be the one not listening.”

Clarity gave me a look that was somehow sadder than usual. “You’re useful, Callidora. A race horse is valuable to Mistress Eos and her farm. We don’t want to hurt you if we don’t have to hurt you. Hurting you is a last resort. Instead others will be punished in your place.”

The weight of Clarity’s words pulled her down. What she was saying seemed so stupid, but it made sense to her. Eos obviously wanted someone like me to do some kind of race. If I got hurt then I couldn’t race. She was hoping that the threat of other people getting hurt would keep me in line. Something I hadn’t fully expected.

I was strong. The shock collar Z had placed me in had hurt. It could be debilitating. But I could take it. I was sure I could take whatever punishment they wanted to inflict on me.

But could Lucky and Clover?

Who else might be punished for any slight these monsters saw?

“I’m starting up the machine, Callidora.” Clarity’s voice broke through the thoughts swirling around her head.

I heard the machine start back up. I felt it pull forward. I took a deep breath and, with some hesitation, I stepped forward.

Giving in almost hurt. I felt like I was pounding a nail into my coffin with each step I took. The exercise felt unnatural. The arm kept me moving in a perfect circle around the pen, there was no room for deviation.

Clarity was silent for the first few rotations. I was only able to see her when the rotation brought her within my limited field of vision. I could see the other woman in the pen next to me after I passed by Clarity. She avoided making eye-contact. I wasn’t sure why specifically, maybe it was shame?

After I finished the forth rotation Clarity stopped the machine. I came to a stop in front of her. She said something to another one of the stablehands and they ran off. I had no choice but to stand there and wait. It wasn’t until then that I really felt a new kind of helplessness. The cage in Z’s basement was one thing, I could move around in that. I was strapped to a chair in the stable last night, but it didn’t feel like helplessness.

This did, My arms were tightly bound behind me. I was outside, but the machine kept me in place. The chains attaching me to the arm kept me standing straight, forcing me to present my body to the woman in front of me. I knew any wrong move was going to get people punished in my place.

“I’m proud of your first few steps as a true race horse, Callidora.” Clarity gave me a gentle smile, but her eyes still looked sad. “You can probably imagine what racing will be like. You’ll be in a pretty similar outfit, the only difference is it’ll be designed to show you off. Frosthoof, for example, was in her new racing attire. Mistress Eos will be commissioning some for you as well.”

“Aren’t I lucky.” I couldn’t swallow the sarcastic remark. But if Clarity picked it up, she didn’t show it.

“You definitely are.” She paused as the stablehand came back with a small bag. She rifled through it and took out a brush and began to use it on my hair as she continued to talk, much to my annoyance. “We both have high hopes for you. Someday you’ll be on the track, racing against the other race horses. Society members of course place bets on the different horses. Doing well will earn Mistress Eos a lot of renown. She is a very important person in the Society and serving her is an honor.”

“So why am I walking in circles instead of running.” I asked as I tried to pull away, not that there was much space to move.

Clarity sighed and put the brush down. “You will race on those specially made hoof heels. You did well on your marathon, but you’ll need to get used to them enough that you may as well have been born with them. Tripping or mistepping can hurt you very badly.”

“I could just walk up and down the road out there to get used to them.” I said as I gestured to the path outside the pen with my head.

“Maybe. But this pen serves two purposes. I can set this to keep going. I could leave you in here for hours with no choice to walk forward. Something that’ll probably happen as part of your training.” I grit my teeth as Clarity casually told me about the hours I’d spend everyday walking in circles.

“So what’s the other reason?”

Clarity reached into the back and pulled out a crop before entering the pen. “Mistress Eos requires all her ponies to learn how to walk correctly. Back straight. Knees up high. Looking straight forward.” She harshly corrected my posture as she talked, poking me with the crop. “This is something important for show ponies, incorrect posture deducts points. Race horses are expected to walk correctly when entering the track though.”

“So there’s no real reason to learn this aside from Eos wanting to make this as humiliating as possible.” I couldn’t choke back the bitterness. “Why do w- OW!”

My question was interrupted by Clarity hitting me on the ass with her crop. “You do it because Mistress Eos tells you to do it.” Clarity’s voice had developed a dangerous edge to it. “You do not need any other reason to do it. A pony does not question their owner’s decisions.”

I felt some kind of mix of rage and pity. There was obviously something wrong with Clarity. She always looked sad, she had emotions and seemed to have some kind of twisted empathy for the slaves forced to be ponies. But questioning Eos like that set her off. I couldn’t imagine why she would care so much about someone questioning Eos, it was like she was brainwashed or something.

“Fine.” It was all I could manage to say without risking getting into more trouble.

Before Clarity could continue another stablehand walked up with an arm full of what I could only think of as belts. “Thank you, you may go now.” Clarity’s voice returned to it’s sorrowful tone as she took the belts from the other slave and sent her on her way.

“New fashion accessories?” I asked, unsure what else they could be for.

“If you want to think of them that way.” Clarity knelt next to my feet and placed one on each of my ankles, then another one just below my knees. “There are sensors on the posts around the pen. They’ve been calibrated to your height. When you walk your knee has to go a certain height. Those things I just put on you will be able to tell how far away they are from each other and using that information they can tell if you’re lifting your leg high enough.”

My eyes widened when she showed me the next thing.

A phone.

“I can keep track of how many correct steps you take out of how many total steps you take.” Clarity left the pen and went back over to the machine controls. “We’re going to start with two hundred correct steps before you can take a short break.”

Without warning I felt the machine start back up and drag me forward. My mind should have been on the task. I didn’t want to get in trouble this soon. But all I could think of was the phone. Clarity was trusted, it could be a real phone with the ability to call people.

Which meant I might be able to call for help.

Eos

“What do you mean my ownership is being contested.” I asked Morton as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

The little worm had come onto my farm uninvited. He said he was afraid of discussing it on the phone, or even calling to warn me he was coming. I could see why, but it didn’t make me any happier.

“W-well, Mistress E-Eos.” He stuttered. “I was given a tip by someone close to the council that someone was pushing back against your ownership claim of your new pony.”

“Who would push back against me!” I slammed my hand against the desk and watched Morton jump. “Who gives a fuck about Z? Who would help her file a claim against me?”

“M-master Rayne and Lady Flora. She seems to have enlisted their help and they’ve hired Molly DuBois’s group to fight against your claim of ownership.” Every word out of his mouth spiked my blood pressure.

Of course Rayne and Flora wouldn’t just be satisfied with sinking one of my own family members. They also needed to interfere in a matter that didn’t even concern them.

Which meant I also had Z to blame for what happened to Rhiannon.

“Morton. Get out of my sight. If I ever see you again I will make sure that no one in your family ever achieves membership again. I think your daughter would make a wonderful statue on my lawn.” I watched his eyes go wide and he sprinted out of the room.

I felt a little better after Morton left, but my problem remained. Rayne and Flora weren’t a group I could simply fight against. They were powerful. They were someone who were regarded as being on the same level that I was. Some idiots thought they were more important.

I couldn’t simply brush them aside. I needed to take a different tactic.

There was a loud screeching sound as Morton peeled out of my driveway and down the road. I turned around and looked towards the pens. I could see Clarity standing outside one, watching Callidora walk in circles on the inside.

I smiled as I realized what I needed to do. The trick to rebuffing Z’s attempt at getting her slave back wasn’t to fight her, Rayne or Flora.

No, the path to winning was through Callidora.

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Mistaken Martyr Pt 1 (Extended)

CW: Non-con

Note: The problem with uploading as I write is sometimes I find that I should have combined certain things. In this case the part 2 I was writing really works better as just making part 1 longer, so I combined them and re-posted this. I've taken a new name suggestion for a character to make it easier to read.

Roderick was in the middle of his chores when the door rang. He sighed, he knew Lady Haelyn’s package was coming today. He had just hoped that it would come later in the day so he could finish some chores first.

He hurried and tried to find the front door. Lady Haelyn had just moved into her new home a few days ago, but he had just arrived last night. His had belonged to her parents, but was given to her as a present for finishing her year of probation and becoming a member of the Society.

He had been shipped here from her parent’s house and hadn’t yet gotten used to the layout. He was used to having more help, but so far it was only him. He hoped the new addition would be helpful.

The doorbell rang a third time by the time he remembered how to get back to the main hall. Lady Haelyn would be cross at him for taking so long, but hopefully her new toy would distract her. He made sure his uniform was straight before opening the door.

Two people were waiting on the other side of the door. In the back was a goliath of a man. He stood several heads taller than the other. He knew him by reputation. He went by Saint Skull. He used the odd title of Saint because he believed it “sounded cool” and no one wanted to deny him his title request. The other person was a smaller woman by comparison, but she still stood taller than Roderick. Hunter Artemis. She was the head of the team and the smarter of the two. She was a well known slave scout and the two were a very indemand requisition team.

“Hunter Artemis, Saint Skull.” Roderick bowed to the two before continuing. “Welcome to Lady Armaris’s mansion.

“Time is money.” Artemis was forever impatient. “We got the package in the truck and we were nice enough to make a stop at Samuel’s lab to pick up the toy that Armaris wanted. Where do you want them?”

“If you’ll grab the goods we can take them to the parlor.” Roderick stood to the side and waited for them.

Artemis went into the front seat of their beat up pickup truck and took out a metal suitcase. Skull went to the back and lifted out a crate. Roderick wasn’t surprised the musclehead didn’t need any help with it. He beckoned them to follow him through the house.

He glanced at the hallway as they walked. This mansion was about the same size as her parent’s, but they had other family members and slaves living there. Right now it was just Haelyn and himself and it made the place feel uncomfortably empty. There were enough rooms here for a few families to live here.

He would never speak negatively about Haelyn, not out loud at least, but he didn’t think she could really appreciate the level of luxury in the house. This place was an architectural wonder and I doubt she paid attention to more interesting parts of the house.

“You can place them on the floor here.” Roderick motioned to the open space in front of the couch. Skull grunted and placed the crate on the floor.

“Swanky place, jeeves.” Skull turned to him and smiled. Roderick did his best to ignore him.

Artemis sat down in one of the chairs, setting the briefcase down next to her. “I’m guessing Haelyn’s parents bought it for her?”

“A gift for passing her probation.” Roderick clarified. “If you two will wait here, I will fetch Lady Haelyn.”

Artemis waved him away and he made his way back to the main hall. Unfortunately there was nothing set up here yet to alert him to when he was needed, the intercom system wouldn’t be online until tomorrow. He had been carrying a walkie-talkie, but Armaris had a habit of putting it down and forgetting where she left it.

He had an idea of where Armaris was though. She had been “redecorating” a room on the third floor earlier and it wouldn’t surprise him if she was still there.

{&}

Haelyn took aim at the case and fired. She watched it explode when the paintball made contact, the sound of it shattering was so satisfying. The previous owner of the mansion had forgotten a few boxes of antique vases. Haelyn of course took this to mean that she could do with them as she liked.

Which meant she used them as targets.

She reached into the box closest to her, then frowned. It was empty. She checked all the boxes and found them all empty. She sighed, she had exhausted her targets and still had paintballs left.

She looked up and smiled at the carnage. There were stray splotches of paint on the walls and ceiling in a rainbow of colors. There were a few stray paintings that had been left on the walls that had been repainted. Haelyn couldn’t help but feel that her art probably showed up whoever painted the boring images that had drowned in seas of pinks, reds, greens, and blues.

Someone knocked on the door and she fired a few rounds into it. After a few seconds later Roderick opened the door and looked inside. He looked at the destruction around the room before turning to Haelyn.

“Lady Haelyn.” He gave a quick bow.

“What is it?” She aimed the paintball gun at him. He recognized the look she was giving him. She was upset about being interrupted. He hoped his news would distract her, removing paint from his clothes would be a pain.

“Your presents have arrived. Hunter Artemis and Saint Skull are waiting in the parlor on the firs-.” Haelyn quickly pushed her way past him before he could finish and hurried down the hall.

She was excited. On top of her new house and getting to bring Roderick with her, her parents paid for the capture of anyone she wanted. She had picked out a lovely little number she had seen at a cafe. Maria. She had been small, meek, and quite pretty. The perfect maid that she knew others would be jealous of and wouldn’t cause her any trouble. She probably wouldn’t need to be broken in any significant way which would be great. Haelyn hated slaves that were little more than robots.

Haelyn quickly escaped from Roderick’s sight as she slid down the bannister. She could have taken the elevator, but she was in a hurry. She ran into the parlor and saw Artemis sitting in a chair next to the crate and Skull looking out the window.

“Open it!” She shouted and slammed her hands onto the crate. She was excited and refused to wait any longer to exchange pleasantries.

Artemis didn’t react to Haelyn’s rudeness, she just turned to Skull and nodded. “Skull, the crate.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled and produced a crowbar and started to open the crate. He quickly popped the top off and moved it off to the side.

Haelyn quickly peeked inside with a wide grin on her face. This was her first slave. The first that was really hers. She didn’t count Roderick, he belonged to her parents. She threw off the covering on the inside so she could see Maria. She hadn’t even thought of the name she’d be calling her yet, but she’d have time.

Her grin quickly vanished when she looked at the figure inside.

“This isn’t Maria.”

{&}

“How! Did! You! Mess! This! Up!” Haelyn punctuated every word by shooting Skull with a paintball.

“Ow! Fucking quit it!” Skull yelled as he tried to snatch the paintball gun out of Haelyn’s hand. She deftly dodged out of the way and shot him again.

“Haelyn, may I see that?” Artemis looked over at her and held out her hand. With a pout, Haelyn handed it over.

She looked it over and aimed it at Skull, firing off a few more rounds.

“Fuck! Stop!” Skull yelled, red in the face.

“Haelyn asked a very good question Skull, how did you fuck this up?” Artemis’s voice didn’t change much, but everyone in the room could hear the frustration under it. “I thought I could leave you to do the capture on your own while I went to Samuel’s lab. So how did you get the wrong person?”

“I followed the instructions to the T! She was at the house. She was last seen wearing red. She’s got blue eyes. She’s small. That’s the description I got! No one gave me a photo!” Skull obstinately crossed his arms.

Everyone in the room looked into the crate. The woman inside was wearing a green shirt. Artemis pried open the woman’s eyes and saw she had green eyes. Artemis fired the paintball gun at Skull again.

“Hey!”

“This girl is not wearing red. Her eyes are not blue. And this woman is probably around six foot. Do any of these descriptions sound like the target?” Artemis asked as she sat back down.

“She is short!” Skull protested.

“Everyone is short next to you, you moron! You’re like six foot 9! I’m surprised you can fit into any doorway!” Haelyn yelled before turning to Artemis. “Is he colorblind?”

“Apparently so.” She sighed and handed the paintball gun back to Haelyn. “Skull, we’ve been friends for a while. Why did you not tell me you were colorblind?”

“It never came up! What was I supposed to say? ‘Artemis, I’m colorblind?’” He paused for a second and looked thoughtful. “I supposed I could have said that.”

“Yes, you could have. Haelyn?” She looked over at Haelyn and she shot him with the paintball gun.

“Christ! What do you want me to do about it now? She’s already here? You want me to just put her back or something?” Skull asked the question most of the people in the room were thinking.

This woman couldn’t be set free, she was taken by the Society. She also wasn’t the person that Haelyn had paid for. No one in the room was aware of who she might be, she could be a friend or a family member of the target. For all they knew Skull had kidnapped someone who had broken into Maria’s house.

It didn’t matter who she was, she had already been taken. They couldn’t just drop her off on the side of the road, they had to do something with her.

Eventually Artemis turned to Haelyn and spoke. “You like games, don’t you?”

“Yeah? What of it?” Haelyn narrowed her eyes at Artemis.

She decided she had to tread carefully. Haelyn was upset, but there was a possibility of salvaging this situation. “My reputation means a lot to me and I’m sure you know how much a bad review from you could damage it.”

“As it should.” Haelyn crossed her arms and stared at Artemis.

“As it should.” Artemis sighed in agreement. “But, perhaps we can come to an agreement that’ll make everyone here happy.”

“What kind of agreement?” Haelyn answered hesitantly.

“I have an idea for a fun game you could play and, if you like my idea, I’m sure we can find a compromise between what we both want.”

Haelyn looked her up and down, taking a moment to think before she answered. She knew Artemis was just trying to get out of this without taking a hit. But she was also curious about what the game was.

“I’m listening.”

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Wolf Taming pt 48

CW: Noncon - Pain - Abuse

Briar

I sighed as I finished cleaning Z’s wounds. Rayne was a brute, she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. The purpose of breaking was to get a slave to obey. For them to see obedience as self preservation over actual self preservation. All Rayne wanted to do was hurt people which didn’t actually accomplish anything in the wrong run. Fear was a powerful motivator, it alone didn’t break people though. Not correctly anyway.

Flora had been easy enough to win over. She realized the scales had already tipped far to Z’s side. Flora was losing and if Z made it through this she got nothing. My contract had been drawn up by Molly late last night. It functioned as an extension to the one Z and Flora had sighed. I’d only get what I wanted if Z lost. Flora sharing a win with me was better than losing, even if Rayne was upset about it. Even if I didn’t managed to fulfill my end of the contract my offer was enough to get Rayne to shut up and let Flora sigh my contract.

I picked Z off the ground and leaned her against the pillar. She hadn’t stirred since I entered. It didn’t surprise me she was so out of it. She ran on energy drinks and didn’t seem to eat much. I’m surprised she could function at all. Part of me was worried it was taking so long for her to wake up. The other part was glad she was still out. Everything would go better if she would stay out until I was done.

The door opened and the maid brought what I requested. There was a spot in the pillar that a bar could fit through. She assisted me in removing the anchor points that Z’s cuffs were attached too, revealing a hollow spot in the pillar. We inserted the bar into the pillar and locked it into place.

I had a lot of criticisms about Rayne, but at least she knew exactly how to set up equipment like this. We replaced the anchor points a bit lower on the pillar then I dismissed the maid. The preparations were finished.

I hoisted Z up and started to lock her in. Each arm went behind the bar and then her wrists were cuffed an anchor point on either side of the pillar. The bar was situated a bit too high to kneel comfortably, but that was the point. I attached cuffs to her ankles and attached those to anchor points on the floor behind the pillar. It would stop her from moving. She couldn’t sit up any higher or adjust herself. She’d be stuck like that.

I sighed as I stroked Z’s face with my thumb. She had a high pain tolerance, but her body was weak. Mentally she could withstand this position, but her body would probably be unable to tolerate it.

Not that she had any choice but to tolerate it.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the final piece. It was a mask. I had considered getting a full on sensory deprivation mask, but it was important that she be able to hear and speak later. She didn’t need to smell or see though.

"Oh, Z. This really was the worst place you could have ended up." I gave her a kiss on the forehead before I slide the hood on. It covered her eyes and nose, but not much else. I could feel her starting to stir as her breathing was disrupted.

I stroked her hair a few times before I stood up and gathered my things. I was done for now. The next part would happen on it’s own, I just had to sit, watch and wait for the right time to move onto the next part of the plan.

I walked over to the door, waving the badge I was given in front of the sensor so it would open. Once I crossed the threshold I looked back. Z was beginning to move. I could see her looking around, realizing she couldn’t see or breathe through her nose.

I smiled to myself as I quietly closed the door.

Flora

“I don’t know why we’re letting her do this.” Rayne was sitting in the chair next to me, glaring at the scene taking place in the room below.

“Raindrop, I know you were having fun. We need a different approach though, if you kept whipping her you’d break the contract.” I squeezed Rayne’s hand and turned to watch the scene as well.

Briar had just finished her activities. I felt my eyes roll as she cleaned up Z, it seemed like a waste to me, but she was free to do what she wanted.

In a way, I was disappointed. Z tolerated pain well, but her body gave out quickly. If she took better care of herself she probably would have lasted longer. It also meant that Rayne would probably kill her if she had continued.

Molly gave a four day estimate to get the ball rolling on getting Z’s mutt back, but things like these are littered by complications. We were only halfway through the first day and all we had accomplished was Z breaking her own breaker and Rayne whipping her a few times. As much as I loved her, I didn’t believe that Rayne could do what she wanted and not break the contract. Unfortunately she found the better methods tedious and boring.

Unlike Rayne, Briar had worked as a professional breaker with her own methods and got great results. The real question I had was whether they’d work on Z with the time we had left.

“I don’t like the terms of the agreement.” Rayne said, crossing her arms. It was adorable when she was pouting.

“The terms are fine. If she breaks her we all win. If she fails… well we get a lovely consolation prize.” I looked inside the small bag that Briar had handed me before I signed her contract. There were ten emblems inside. Two of hers and eight she had collected from others. There were some surprises inside. I wasn’t sure how she got them, but she had gotten favors from some very powerful people.

Lady Lurpeko, one of the most prominent west coast members. Diana LaLuna, a popular member with a rather large social circle. I had my eyes on the new designer slaves she had with her at my party. I might be able to get one of my own with one of these emblems. The last important token that caught my eye was for Fortuna Ormr. A VIP suite in her and her sister’s casino would be a week of fun. All expenses paid while my raindrop and I had some fun gambling.

It was a fairly decent compensation package, assuming Briar failed. If she failed it gave me another source of fun, Z would forever know her last remaining friend had tried to break her. She’d have nowhere left to turn. The thought of leaving her like that was beautiful to me.

“We also had to remove one of your lovely art pieces from it’s stand and dress it in a maid costume. I don’t get the point of the demands.” Rayne kept on grumbling.

“Sweetheart, Briar is a professional. If it works I’m more than happy to let a piece pretend to be a maid for a little bit. We can put it back in it’s case later.” I leaned over, laid my head on Rayne’s shoulder and looked up at her.

“I’m surprised it can even move.” Rayne muttered before turning to me. “Lilac, I did all of this to help you with your collection. Do you really want this?”

“Stormcloud, don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the gift you wanted to get me, but sometimes there are more fun things to enjoy.” I reached over, gently turned Rayne’s face towards me, and kissed her. “I found Z’s stoic act grating. She'd be a rather dull canvas. I want to watch her break, that's my present. But if Briar's intervention causes Z to become a more interesting canvas by the end, its a win for us and I can... fix the contract."

"And if Z isn't a good enough canvas for you by the end?" Rayne asked before kissing me.

I couldn't help but smile as she pulled away. "Then who cares what Briar does with her boring slave?"

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