After being assured the water wasn’t possibly spiked with something and being lead to the large bath in the castle, did Spree slightly relax. She had to appreciate the warm water she had submerged herself into and finally get to scrubbing her body of all the grime, sweat and bits of dry cum that were on her.

She was almost more than happy to finally get that collar off her neck, feeling her throat and glad that nothing was on there. At the moment her ‘clothes’ were discarded to the side, and she knew that thy needed cleaning. Preferably, she’d rather make them burn-- but they were the only thing besides that bondage suite to wear.

Where the cloths were, she wasn’t sure. Spree had a feeling those strange creatures with ridiculous clothing and white wigs took them and carried them off. Still, after washing vigorously at her body and massaging her sore spots with a tender care, did Spree lay back and try to relax.

Near her, Shadow had opted to stay nearby, though hadn't taken a bath herself. She didn’t have need of one, but with her friend in distress as she was, she felt the need to be there for at least some support. More than once, the thestral watched the mare glance at the doorway-- as if expecting someone to walk in on them. She had a clue as to who she was on the watch for.

She’s fearing Master to come in. and while she wanted to defend him-- she couldn’t fully blame her friend. To Spree, her Master might be like all the rest...and admitally? She sometimes think the same with her Master. He just...couldn’t be so sincere, right? It was part of a plan or scheme to just take her, or Spree when they least expected. She sometimes wonder if her Master really was different? And if that was good….or worse?

She did slightly hoped her Master didn’t come. Didn’t see Spree without her collar. She was honestly afraid what would happen if he did, its why she didn’t took hers off. Because males didn’t like seeing a mare without their collars on. Her ears flick, hearing the scampering of a Minion, as it was one of the servant ones. Holding folded clothings, looking clean and scrubbed of anything it had as the Brown place it on the ground and left without a word.

For her part, Spree was finishing up her wash, dunking her head and getting what soap she could form out of her now shining blue mane. She wrung it out to the side, looking to Shadow and saying, “It’s felt like forever since my last bath-- better than being hosed down with cold water.”

She nodded, as Shadow held a smile as she said. “I know the feeling. It was amazing that we could just wash ourselves and use the bath like before…” then admitted. “But this is more like a big jacuzzi than a bathtub than anything.”

While Spree wasn’t really sure how to take this, or what to make of it, she did say, “Right now I’m just glad I can actually take a bath.” She was more than happy to get any and all gunk that was sprayed on her off. It was gross enough being constantly smeared with it and forced to drink it-- but now that it was off, she felt much better.

Looking around, mostly for any unwanted eyes to see her bare body, Spree carefully pulled herself out and reached for a towel quickly. It was a bit rough, and there was only so much to use as it wasn’t particularly large. But she managed with a few to dry off her body.

Spree however slightly paused with a towel over her front, looking down at the cloths that have been the bane of her life since she was forced to wear them day after day as males ‘tested’ how it worked with her in it. She repressed a shudder and with a tinge of worry, discarded the towel to get them on. She didn’t want them on-- but she also didn’t want want to be prancing around naked.

As Shadow saw her friend put on the clothes, she was partially wondering if she should tell her friend to...put her collar on. As while she was her friend...Shadow also knew that they were both under their Master, and she didn’t want her friend to be punished for not wearing her collar on. Especially so soon. So with a breath in, Shadow spoke when she look to Spree putting the tube-top on and over her chest.

“Don’t forget...the collar, Spree.”

Sharply turning her head, Spree looked at her friends worried gaze before she herself, glanced down at the black leather collar. She stared at it with a uncertainty, and a good amount of her wanted nothing more than to leave it there forgotten. But part of her mind, the fearful part that reminded her of her beatings or long ‘punishment’ seasons made her realize… Shadow’s master was, in a sense, now HER master.

While the yellow mare would never give him the pleasure of hearing those words come from her mouth, Spree was also scared of what would happen if he decided to do something about her for not wearing her collar. And, in truth, it wasn’t like she could run. Even if those little creatures of his didn’t look too imposing-- there were enough of them to make a hoard. And she didn’t want to think of what they might do to her.

With a balled fist, Spree let out a shuddering breath and moved over to reach out and take it. She hesitated on placing it on, but did so in the end-- but not as tightly as it was before. She didn’t like have it on, and if she found a chance, would rip it off as soon as she was able.

Shadow couldn’t help but give a relief breath. She knew her friend hated the collar...but the thestral doubted she could protect Spree if her Master felt the need to punish the earth mare for disobedience. And to be truthful? She didn’t even knew what he might do, that was the scariest part as she didn’t got punished yet. She took another breath and said to Spree. “Spree...let's go down to the throne room...Master is waiting for us.” moving to lead Spree out of the bathroom and to the throne room down the stairs.

Turning and moving to follow her friend, Spree gave a glance around-- but still gave a concerned look to Shadow. “You.. know you don’t have to call him that.” Then made another quick look around, and speaking lowly just in case. “Shadow, you don’t have to call him that. I know you said you submitted… but, please. Maybe… maybe we can find a way to just leave. Forget this all happened.”

“And go where?” sharply told Shadow, looking to her friend as she said. “Go where, Spree? Where can we run to?” then glance to a window...and said. “Look outside. There's nowhere to run to.”

From friend to window, Spree slowly made her way over. Already she could tell something was off with how dark it was and how there was a slight red glow. But as she got closer, she felt a slight heat almost radiate from the window. Eyes slowly dilated into shock, and Spree stood before the window with a tense body. Dark clouds of ash covered the sky and fields of lava flowed freely all around. Geysers of molten rock spurted off in the distance, making her feel wary of the dangers out there.

“Even if we managed to leave Master, even if we outrun his Minions...outside? It's a death trap.” told Shadow, as she took a breath, and looking at Spree with a sad look. “Not to mention, I...I have to call him Master. I have to please him not only because of my safety...but because I can’t stop calling him it...I’m broken in-- yes I...I’m not willing like other's…” then look down and admitted. “But I...I can’t fully live without a Master.”

Turning, Spree carefully walked towards Shadow and said, “Yes.. yes you can.” As if to assert this. She however paused and glanced to the side in thought, but soon shook her head and told, “Shadow, you’re still there. I don’t want to lose you any further.” Walking up a bit more to place her hands on the black mare’s shoulder and tell, “You’re still you. Call him ‘master’ when he’s around-- be he’s not here. So.. please?” Looking worried, “I want my friend back completely.”

Taking a shuddery breath, she put her arms around the other...and told. “Spree...I can’t.” looking to her as she explain. “When my old master abandoned me, left me in the forest near Whitetail...I didn’t thought about freedom. Running away-- or even trying to find help of other mares...I...I wanted to be back with him.” looking away with shame as she added. “I didn’t know what to do Spree.”

“I felt lost, I felt like whatever drive I had was just gone. I...I just had nothing. I felt empty. I still empty, but...not as much. Not since I have him around.”

Two arms gripped Shadow tightly to her body, and the thestral felt her head being pressed to her friends bosom almost near protectively. It was here, Shadow could hear the heart clearly in the mare. It was beating fast, almost thumping as if ready to get set for a long run. Spree was scared-- scared for her. It was becoming clear, Spree was scared for her and didn’t know what to do.

Shadow sniff, moving her arms around to Spree and told. “I...I don’t know what to do Spree...and even if we run when we’re back in somewhere familiar...we’ll be caught. Either by the Minions…” and shivering. “Or the Caribous. They...they won’t be gentle and would do the punishing for him…” she look up to Spree, as she held back her tears. “At least...at least here, we won’t have to with Caribous...I’m more terrified of them than Master.”

Why did this have to happen? It was a painful thought that echoed in Storm Spree’s mind, one that stabbed at her heart and seeing her friends almost half-empty eyes. They looked so dull than they used to. Not as bright or alive when they had gone to their outings or did a few games, sports or shopping.

Gulping some, Spree once more hugged her friend, feeling a few tears once again threatening to make their way out. This was just becoming too much at once again. It was just horrible enough when she recognized her friend hours prior in that humiliating position and situation. And now hearing her friend that they were trapped? That she was a lost cause?

She was shocked from her sullen mood by a rather harsh, and admittedly gnarled elderly voice.

“What are you two doing?” both quickly look to the elder minion, coming to them as Shadow quickly wipe the tears off her eyes as the creature continued. “You two should of been down in the throne room! You are making the Master time wasted.” then scrutinized the two, as he said. “Perhaps I should inform the Master and let him decide how to handle slaves who wasted time.”

While she was admittedly scared of what may come down on them, Spree wasn’t going to let some diminutive creature just demean them. “B-Buck off, you wrinkly imp!” Her voice nearly cracked between her emotional mood and slight rise of bravado-- but she kept herself straight and fists balled to her sides, trying to appear more threatening.

As Shadow move a bit from Spree, mostly to wipe the tears off and calm herself, Gnarl laughed with a evil cackle. “Such spirit-- oh it's going to be enjoyable when the Master decide to break you in. and I heard better insults slave.” then barked. “Now get moving-- if you keep wasting the Master time, he might decided to change his plans from going to that town-- to show you two how he does things!”

With a glare, or the best she could muster with the slight threat of tears only slightly dissipating, Spree said, “Just get lost already.” Slightly stomping her way past the creature-- only pausing to glance back to make sure Shadow was by her side. And while she was in no position to give support, she reached out anyways.

Her arms reached and moved, one around the thestrals shoulders and the other holding an arm. Both guiding and protective trying to shield her friend. She openly glared at the amused old shriveled minion, and only took her glare off as soon as they were away. She then breathed out-- and hoped this Master did not do as the minion said.

As they were moving towards the stairs, Shadow took a calming breath, as she said. “I...I hoped we didn’t waste his time too much.” looking down as she kept up the pace. “I...I don’t know what he would do if he punish us. I didn’t got punished yet…”

Trying to take steady breaths to calm herself, Spree admitted, “I hope I didn’t get him angry. I really don’t want you to get hurt because I acted up.” Honestly worried of what would happen to her friend.

“I..I would try to protect you.” said Shadow as she look to her friend. “I know you’re scared of Master, and I would've try to let him focus on me...but I have a bad feeling he might focus on you since you…” trailing off as she didn’t want to finish the rest of her sentence. Looking to the throne room as they reach to the end of the stairs, and glancing to the throne-- she was admittedly surprise of a few things.

One her, well their Master was wearing different armor. Having a blade on the side as the armor reminded her of steel and not whatever he wore before. He seem to be thinking of something-- before he took his attention to the two and asked. “Took a long bath?” Shadow spoke in.

“Yes! We did!” as Jerry noticed Spree had a shiner sheen opposed to Shadow, mostly due to Spree colors were brighter. She kept up the lie. “Spree wanted to, to wash herself good! That's why it took so long Master.” he hum at this, nodding his head some as he was about to speak, but Gnarl, for the mares at least, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and spoke.

“Actually Master, they were wasting time by the window, hugging and all that. They were done with the bath long ago, Sire.”

Darting her eyes, Spree could see the utter satisfied smirk the elderly minion had. He was obviously trying to get them in trouble-- possibly so it could get the pleasure of being right. But, she was also concerned for her friend. Concerned and of what this armored male might do. “S-she was showing me where we were.” deciding to try and cover for her.

Eyes on her, Spree mustered her courage and told, “We were talking, and I noticed the window. I…” Trying to think of something more before Gnarl seemed to pitch in ‘helpfully’.

“They were thinking of escaping, Sire.” Shadow froze, fear clench her heart, as a part of her was trying to find out how he knew that, as Gnarl went on. “They were thinking they could run from you, assuming that you wouldn’t notice your property leaving your great evil, Master!” then gave a malicious grin. “I believe they should be punished for it!” While Shadow held her breath, slightly gripping Spree arm and almost wanted to toss herself at the armored male to take the punishments, Jerry was contemplating.

Oh boy...while...while I can slightly understand since they were under Caribous...they are...mine… then felt more annoyed. And damn it all, I spent 5 thousands gold to get one of them because the other asked! I’m not made of money, it took a good chunk out of my 40,000 treasury! and while it was a impressive number and could be raised up with raiding from the game-- he wasn’t in the game. He took a breath in..and spoke in that deep tone.

“So you are saying...that you were thinking of leaving...after I bought you. After I listen to Shadow plead of getting you…AFTER I gave 5 thousand gold, which I could of easily give 2 thousand, but added that for bribery sakes…” then look to them with slight anger in his eyes. “And you thought you could just leave like that!?”

Buttoning her lips closed, Spree slightly gripped her friend’s arm, just like Shadow was gripping hers. They were both ready to hug the other for comfort at this point, and Spree did not feel brave enough to even give a answer. Anything she said might only make things worse. And she didn’t feel like risking it.

Taking a deep breath and calming himself, Jerry spoke. “I could of easily ignored the lies. I could easily ignored the wasting of valuable time of heading to town...hell, I could've easily just assume that you were looking at my domain with the window…” then tap his fingers in annoyance as he said. “But running after I give my money, money I could of use for something else? Thinking you run when I could of ignored my slave pleads, let you stay there to be nothing but a mannequin…” taking another calm breath. Jerry thought to himself.

Gotta do it. This can’t be just ignored. It just can’t. then thought of the punishments he could do. He wanted to go to the town. Wanted to learn more...and soon a thought came to him. “Now, normally I would teach you two the meaning of a good lesson...but right now? I want to go to the town. So my punishment will be...light, considering I rather get to the town as soon as possible.” then look to Spree and said.

“You, will be settle on my lap for some spanking.” Gnarl look to his Master with surprise and said.

“But, but Sire! They were planning on leaving you! After such generosity of even allowing her to leave that place!” then thought and said in a smug manner. “Unless...you were thinking of using that device while spanking her?”

Oh.. Oh no..no, no, no, no… Spree did her best to curb the want to tremble at the idea. Being forced on his lap for a spanking was humiliating in itself. But to be also feel her nipples and crotch being buzzed at near random depending on the male’s whims of want? She felt a shiver involuntarily go through her body, not wanting that to happen again soon. She still felt a bit sore form all the orgasms!

“M-Master, please, maybe…” begged Shadow as she quieten as Jerry spoke.

“And as for you Shadow? I thought I could be safely assured you won’t leave me. After telling you I wouldn’t abandon you. I gave you actual food, actual water, the right to bath, the right to wear clothes-- the right to walk on your hooves! And this? This is how you repay me?” she look down, shame on her face as Gnarl gain a idea and said.

“Oh Master, perhaps for her punishment, maybe you can make her pleasure you while punishing the disrespectful slave? A fitting punishment to remind her place.” Jerry debated on that, as could it even be punishment? In a way, it didn’t seem much.Gnarl mentioned in. “Perhaps be in that bondage suit, reminded her of her place? We can get the Minions set it up for you here, Sire.” Shadow whimper some, as Jerry consider it...and said.

“Do it.” then look to Spree and command. “Come here and face your punishment, try to resist, and it will go worse for you.”

Spree took a slight step back, her heart pounding and her body feeling a rush. One that told her to run. She looked to Shadow, then around her. She knew there wasn’t a way out-- but the want to flee was strong. She wanted to run, to get away. She wanted to deny this and get away. Her hesitance to even move seemed to be all the excuse for Jerry.

It was a little click of a sound, but the low buzzing in the clothing was still heard. Spree tensed her body, thighs pulling close and arms stiff by her sides as she gave a startled sound. “Nrg! Ah….” Working her mouth to want to say something, but thinking better of it. She looked up with partially closed eyes, seeing his expectant look.

So, with some humility and a heavy step, she began to move forwards. Her face flushing a bit at the vibrations not leaving her chest or dry nethers that were only being rubbed. It was light, but she was still slightly sensitive. There was a quick cranking, and that low buzz rocketed to high-- this time, Spree gripped her body as it was wracked with sudden pleasure. What did I do? I was following! She thought while falling to her knees, gritting her teeth.

“You were wasting his time!” told Gnarl as he said. “If the Master said come-- you come! Not that slow walk, slave!” as he he look to the minions bringing the bondage gear and were setting up the poles. Shadow stood in place, doing her best to be brave and didn't move out of fear and obedience of her Master. Jerry lower the device to low again, as Gnarl said. “Chop, chop slave! If you keep wasting his time, he’ll just add more!”

Taking deep breaths, Spree tried to work her will past the spasming pain inside her overworked and too tight core. It was a slight chore to get back to her hooves and move-- the light buzzing manageable-- but leaving her with a near awkward limp-like walk that was just a bit more quicker than her last.

She cast a baleful glare at the elderly minion, before it turned to hate at his grin. She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. But hearing the sounds of shuffling clothing, she looked to Shadow. She felt herself slightly slow, a cold feeling in her as the thestral stuck in place with a meekly lowered head and being undressed bare before being redressed.

There was nothing about the black corset like clothing that was at all modest. Only tightly hugging the body tight to show off the body, little amounts of it to cover skin and just help later bind the wearer. Even the area’s like the butt, the nethers and the breasts were left uncovered and easy to access-- the breasts in particular perking out by how tight the corset was.

She was reminded to keep moving when the buzzing areas went high-- making her cry and fall to her hands and knees. This...hurts so..much. Thought Spree, feeling her inner walls get hotter, but also screaming out with pain. Even as the buzzing went back to low, it was hard to stand back up again form just how much it was starting to hurt again. A few hours was not enough time to completely give her tortured walls a rest.

“You keep wasting time!” told Gnarl as he said to Jerry. “Obviously Master, if she keeps wasting time, she might as well be like your other slave in her position!” Shadow submitted as the Minions tied her onto the poles, leaving her defenseless and unable to escape as they attach the dildo into her with a low buzzing. Shadow gave a shiver of the fake dong, as well as concern of the old Minion persuading her Master to make Spree in Shadow position.

“Perhaps it might be best if you stay Sire, teach them how to serve you correctly?” as he went on. “After all, that town won’t go anywhere!”

“Depends on how their punishment will go.” told Jerry as he noticed Spree was having trouble to get up, as he commanded. “Minions. Bring her to me.”

Spree had almost picked herself up before a hoard of hands began to grab at her. In panic, spree lashed out, saying, “H-hey! Stop, let go!” Being almost dragged along by them all, feeling them grip at her wherever they could. It didn’t matter if it was her arms, legs, tail, butt or breast-- all they seemed to care was to drag her to their master and unceremoniously drop her before him like happy puppies. She panted, more so out of fear than anything, trying to get herself off the floor.

Jerry unceremoniously move his right arm, grabbing around her waist, he pulled her up on his lap for a spanking position. Hearing her yelp of protest at his manhandling, but Jerry ignored it as he move his hand with the device over her back. As to keep her away from it, and keep her steady on his lap. The other hand move the tail on the side, as it instinctively moves back to plaster itself between her legs. He gave her a warning. “Move the tail, or I will hold it.”

Clenching her teeth, Spree felt a dangerous sensation go streaking up her spine. She had a full view of Shadow form here, seeing the mare standing in place and unable to move while giving slight moans. The dildo making a slow pressure begin to coil inside the black mare as her walls began to get damp.

Spree didn’t like seeing her friend like this, memories of the past and the sight before her in the present conflicted and caused her a painful feeling in her head. She didn’t want this on Shadow, she didn’t want to get made into what Shadow was!

It was with this thought her tail reacted to her instincts, tightly holding in place before Jerry felt the mare began to squirm. A small sound coming from her as she shook her head, eyes closed tight.

I warned her. thought Jerry, as he move his right hand to the base of the tail, gently holding it as he tugged the tail up. He may be punishing her, but if he pull to hard, might cause more pain than needed to make his point. Granted it was trying to pull back between her legs, as he move it up still and said. “Gnarl, get me something to keep this tail up.” the minion grin, as he bark out.

“Get the Master a short rope!” as a Brown came up towards Jerry as it presented a small length of rope as Gnarl took it, and began to ‘aid’ his Master to keep the tail up with binding around her base, and tugging up to her collar behind her neck. The looseness of it was, ironically, her downfall in a way.

The mere tug of it only caused Spree to slightly choke, forcing her to stop trying to pull her tail down in protection. Slowly, her breathing began to rise more and more. Panic setting in as her walls began to get slowly damp and arousal rose against her wants. No She thought pitifully before the first stripe was upon her rear. “GAH!!” She gave a cry, feeling the hand slap her hardly covered rear before she heard clicking.

There was a medium sounding buzz, and now she felt the need to squirm in discomfort and pain as another slap came down. She grit her teeth and with a pounding heart, she felt fear building. At the third slap that made her rear jiggle just a bit, she gave a cry, “STOP!” Arms now trying to pull herself away, legs kicking to get footing and get her free. “Stop IT!”

She began to cry, little clawed hands and sounds of the creatures rushing up as they grabbed her arms and legs. She jerked them and struggled, sobbing out as she was struck again. “Let me go! LET GO!” Then looked to Shadow with a utter look of terror. Shadow was watching, watching while being punished almost lightly in contrast to Spree. Despite knowing it wouldn’t do anything, her mind still urged for it. “Shadow, Shadow, please! Help! Please Shadow!” Trying to still escape, even if it was futile.

Shadow gulp, as she clench on the bindings around her wrists, she saw her Master turned the device up, she didn’t know how up as it looked like it was the highest setting. The Minions, despite being small, showed they were strong as they grip Spree limbs tightly, as her Master kept spanking the earth mare. And despite the low buzzing in her snatch as her walls were getting wetter...a part of her wanted to plead out.

“M-Master~.” she panted, looking to him as he glance up. G-Good...he, he notice. taking a breath as she said. “P-Please...punish me...I..I’m a bad girl.” there was a pause, as the hand that was about to slap, stopped. It seem Jerry was thinking….until he spoke.

“Do you recall what you said?” making Shadow confuse at first, before a chill went up her spine when he told her. “You said you would do anything if I get your friend. Anything.”

It took a moment for Spree to realize what she did, and despite wanting to be free, she also didn’t want her friend to suffer. But she didn’t want this either-- she was in so much pain, but pleasure-- but the pain was overriding that too. Her walls just hurt so much. She shook her head in confusion, giving sounds of discomfort all the while.

She could already feel the tightening in her core, the painful amount of tingling and stinging in her nipples being pleasured too much-- and the tight and painful crushing sensation inside of her lower stomach. Despite the leaking arousal down her leg-- it all just hurt. And when she struggled again, she felt her too swollen clit slightly rub on the fabric, and that did it.

With a howl, one of mixed pleasure and utter pain ripped through the hall, and nearly made them all jump. Even Jerry looked down with more surprise than anything at how loud the mare was before she seemed to slowly come down and shake and twitch on his lap. She sobbed and cried, and he could hear, “Hurts...hurts…..hurts……” Whimpering the word out in utter pain.

That...that twisted his gut some, making his face scrunch under the cowl as despite him punishing these two….there was too much….and while he did spank her nearly 15 times… a part of him wonder why she howl out. “Gnarl.” getting the old Minion attention as he commanded. “Get the Blues. I want to see how well they do in healing something beside open wounds.” the minion master bowed, moving as he look to Shadow and spoke. “Shadow.” getting her attention as he spoke. “What happened to her.” Shadow gave a low gulp, but answered.

“Mares can have multiple orgasm Master, but they shouldn’t have too many. Too many starts taxing the body, and even hurting. The, the nipples shouldn’t be teased and played with too long, they start hurting. And constant climaxing cause muscles to get really tight and hurt the more pleasure they get.” lowering her eyes as she said. “Spree...Spree hasn’t had rest for days. Being a mannequin that was both ‘tested’ on to try the clothes setting. And...and sometimes being used by owner or customers, Master.”

For some...some reason. That disturbed me. I mean, who wouldn’t let slaves rest? Yeah sure they’re slaves-- but how can they serve you well if they’re overtaxed on their bodies? however it slowly dawn to him that Spree was in mountains of pain right now-- especially with the device turned high right after her orgasm. He soon lower it until it stopped buzzing her body, as he noticed she was breathing hard, shaking as her body seem unable to move right and all twitchy.

Blues moved by her, hands up as a blue and gentle feeling wash over Spree body, as Shadow knew from when they were healing her wings, those odd creatures were massaging and restoring problems in the body and muscles.

Even as the tension and pain began to wash away, the mare did not stop shivering. For a few minutes of waiting, Jerry watched as the blues almost rigorously went about trying to heal the mere, thought whatever they fixed seemed to take it’s time. But after nearly ten minutes of waiting, did they back off. Still, Spree did not stop shivering, no longer twitchy, but not shivering. She continued to cry to herself, and her arms were protectively around her chest, legs closed tight and tail trying to move to protect her abused nethers.

During the healing, Jerry had the rope removed, allowing Spree to rest on his lap, as while he knew Gnarl would want him to punish her more… Jerry felt she was already punished enough. As he gently move her down by the throne seat, getting up as walked to Shadow, who held a breath. Mixed feelings of pleasure in her snatch, worry for Spree, and concern for both mare and herself as her Master came closer. She close her eyes, as shake in terror of what he might do to her, afraid of what sort of punishment he might do.

Spanking? Teasing? Maybe even orgasm denial? she dread of what he may do to her as she heard him click something, as she let out a long moan, the dildo in her went from low to high. Squeezing the fake member as she felt him began groping her, as while she didn’t feel the sting of a slap-- she was thinking that, despite being punished with pleasure, at least he didn’t punish her with pain.

While she felt his hands move her asscheeks around, feeling her up and making part of her want to squirm at the sensation, she got a glimpse of just over her Master’s shoulder, seeing Spree curling up in the throne chair and hugging herself while whimpering.

While others could not hear it, Shadow could hear something with her heighten thestral hearing, something all others would have missing in the small whimpers from the mare. “I’m sorry….I’m sorry...Shadow I’m sorry…” Bringing a slight pang to the horny thestrals chest while another moan rose in her throat when her breasts were gently kneed and her nipples licked in a manner that just made her body more excited.

Oh Spree… thought Shadow, as she squirm a bit, as she wanted to hold her friend, try to assure her it would be alright-- but her Master had her in a powerless position. As she felt him moving a hand down, going to the dildo to twist it around, as he recalled that one spot Shadow went at in their sex season. Positioning it there as she let out a throaty moan, ears pin as she squirm more.

Feeling a mixture of arousal and concern as he gave a amused chuckle. He move a hand to the base of her wing, as he began stroking it as she shiver in pleasure as he spoke in her ear. “Who’s your Master?” Shadow squirm more, knowing that he was asserting his place over her. Putting her in her place as she heistatedly look at him and whimper out in need.

“Y-You are Master~.”

Hearing both question and answer made Spree curl in on herself further. She looked up, unwilling to, but had to see it. The sight of the male holding her friend's body, playing with it and making her slightly struggle in her binds and moaning in pleasure. I...I need… I need to do something. She so desperately wanted to…

But Spree wasn’t able to. Her body, despite feeling better, it felt tired. She felt tired. Her head hurt and her heart clenched with a sickly feeling.

Gnarl look at her, as a idea came to mind as he said lowly. “Slave, perhaps you can ‘aid’ your friend,” knowing the look she gave as he told her. “Perhaps if you...beg the Overlord, to give him pleasure...maybe he might stop toying with his red-collar?”

He could see the slight desperation in this mare’s eyes, desperation that he knew too well from those with good hearts. She wanted to help. But his smirk wavered, something else crossed those eyes. Something else he wasn’t expecting. It was anger, and she was looking at him with them.

Suddenly, a slight tingle went up his spine. After seeing hero after hero, Gnarl knew that look. Fury. Or in this case, feminine fury. And when she got up, albeit shakily, he knew he might have crossed a line he didn’t recognize before. “Y-y-you…..you l-little bastard.” Her voice wavered, slightly making Jerry pause. “You sick...little… bastard…. Y-you did this purposely…. Wanted us in trouble because I wanted to help my Friend-- even when she didn’t want to leave!” And next to pounced at the little grey shitstain.

For a wrinkly old minion, Gnarl could move. It actually saved him as the mare landed and slid on the ground before scrambling up, anger ignited in her eyes and that spunk returning to her now that her body wasn’t wracked with pain. “She was trying to comfort me by the window, you little shit!” Trying to scramble up and get after the minion-- no longer caring if the ‘Master’ was around. She was too angry and focused on the grey minion.

“Master some assistance please!” spoke Gnarl, however when he glance to Jerry, he saw anger in those eyes as Jerry spoke out.

“You….did……” and roared out. “WHAT?!!” the entire castle shook with that one word causing it to move, as it was magically enhanced to shake whenever the Overlord was angry. Or rather...serious. A minion spoke out.

“Uh oh.” as Spree, stopped mid-chase to strangle Gnarl, who also was in mid-run, but also stopped by the shout. As Jerry ignore her, ignored Shadow who shiver in pleasure and shock of the shout. As he stomped towards Gnarl, armor clanking menacingly before quickly grab the old minion by the throat as he hang him in the air as he roared out.

“There is a lot of things Gnarl, that you shouldn’t do! Trying to get my property to get punish for giving each other comfort-- is NOT okay.” strangling the Minion as he shook him in the air. “If they were doing that, I would be fine. I mean, who doesn’t need comfort once in awhile, it would certainly explain why they were making me wait! Hell, I might of forgiven them for it, but you made me waste valuable time in punishing them, use a meaningless excuse for said punishments-- and made me PUNISH Shadow, who was willingly to stay with me even if she was in the middle of a volcanic island!?!” most of the Minions were already out, not wanting to be near the Overlord as his glowing white eyes brightly burn as he glared down at choking Gnarl as all the while the Castle shook to emphasizes how pissed off Jerry was.

Spree took steps back, any and all anger she had was next to gone, more scared than anything. But seeing that smug little pain getting choked… part of her vendetta feminine side spike up in need to get an edge of retribution. “Shadow was trying to get me to stay.” She gulped at his glaring eyes, and knew she would be… doing something risky in saying the truth. “I-I wanted to leave, leave with her and get her away. But… but Shadow wanted to stay, wanted me to stay…” Then admitted, “I was scared. I was scared for me and her and what you’d do to us-- I was scared and wanted to run-- but she… she was convincing me even if she wanted to-- even if I tried to take her… there wasn’t anyplace to run. It’s why we were at the window… she was showing me… why I couldn't…”

Looking at her. Examining her as he held Gnarl...before dropping the old Minion, as he made his way to Spree. Slow agonizing steps as steel hit against the stone floor. Fear clench Shadow heart, hoping her Master was merciful, and seeing Spree doing her best to stand in place, looking up with what defiance she can muster to not show her fear of Master anger. Even if her body betray her and shook with terror and adrenaline.

Jerry stood two inches before her, looking down at her as he took a deep breath...and let it out as he said calmly. “I could of left you. Denied Shadow in asking me to take you. Let you stay there and be in pain. But I didn’t. I didn’t because I wanted to show I can be willingly to listen. I’m a reasonable being. A reasonable male.” as he added. “Most of the time admittedly.”

Trying to keep her trembling under controlled, she glared up, “I didn’t ask for this.” Gulping down air and told, “I didn’t ask to be made into a forced statue for people to prod at and make me cum and get violated. I didn’t ask to be your pet.” Venomously saying the word at him.

If she was going to get hurt or punished after this? Then she was going to make it worthwhile. “I’ve been violated, raped, humiliated, beaten, abused-- I didn’t ask for it.” Letting her rage take hold as she poked her finger at his steel plated chest, a light metallic tapping being heard. “I didn’t want to be your property, I didn’t want this collar-- and reasonable?” She flared her nostrils. “You’re punishing my and my friend for being late with spanking, pain and humiliation-- that’s not reasonable, that’s being a tyrant!”

“You’re not different from the Caribous-- form the stallions they changed into… into bastards!” She shouted up at him, “I want to be just free, free and be myself-- for Shadow to be free and be herself, and like all those dicks that took and enslaved our home, you don’t care and just see us as tools to carry out your sick wants!” Panting at the end of her shouting.

There was a tense moment, as Shadow didn’t knew what was going to happen her friend. She honestly didn’t knew...and was terrified of Spree safety. Gnarl rub his throat, as he clear his throat and spoke. “W-Well Master, it seems there-,”

“Gnarl. Speak and I will kill you.” getting the Minion to shut up, as Jerry look down at her. Feeling many things as a part of him wanted to severely punished Spree, for speaking out against him, for trying to assert herself and rise up to him in challenge to his authority. He wanted to slap her down, hold her down and make her scream. But...but another part…

Was too focus on the Caribous in her words. It merely confirmed to him that the Caribous started this. Made the stallions and mares changed. Stallions into what they are, and putting all females into slavery. He did however confirm something. “I may be a tyrant...but then again..I am a Overlord.” then focus on her and spoke. “You speak of the Caribous change the stallions, enslaving this nation. Speak more of it.”

Feeling herself slowly calm down, feeling a bit relieved he was listening, Spree felt like thanking Celestia. And almost similarly, so was Shadow wanting to thank Luna as her master was waiting for the earth mare to explain. “It happened some years ago… Equestria used to be ruled under Celestia and Luna before the Caribou's came.”

She recalled what she could and told, “I’m not sure how it all happened… but they got into Equestria and began to use magic to make the stallions think like them… forced them to see things only their ways before invading outright.” Then reached u, hand on her collar. “They attacked us. Ripped off the cloths of any mare nearby, collaring us… leashing us to posts. Some even outright raped us where we stood. It was chaos.”

“We’re slaves now-- we all ran while we could, but they corralled us and forced us to be their slaves. Constantly calling us cunts, bitches and whatever else to make us feel like dirt. They keep spewing the idea that we’re nothing but toys for males. That’s all we’re ever meant to be. They don’t care if we suffer-- only we keep to the ground like mutts or dogs.”

“And Dainn…” She said, a small hate bubbling up from there. “He’s responsible for this.” Head down and glaring at the ground. “Because of him, he sits in Canterlot like he’s king… because of him all us mare’s are suffering, being touched…” Then looked to Shadow, “...Breaking us so we’re not even us anymore…”

Shadow glance away, feeling pleasure still as she lightly squirm. She look to Jerry as she whimper in need. Jerry took all of this in...as he spoke. “I was feeling suspicious of the Caribous when I first arrive here.” turning to a slow pace towards Shadow as he went on. “Biased history or near to none history-- or even smutty works. How everything seem...normal that only one gender is enslaved. How the Caribous seem to be everywhere.” a hand move to Shadow, pulling out the dildo as his right hand began playing and fingering her.

She whimper and squirm as he glance back to Spree and spoke. “I’ll make a deal with you. I will relinquish my ownership of you, let you wear clothings, be a guest-- and if there's a chance for safety elsewhere? I’ll let you have it. But,” he started off, moving around Shadow to let Spree look at her as he pause in his fondling. “In return? Shadow will permanently stay with me. You did after all, made me lose much gold in the first place with her asking me to take you. Seems fair for her to stay with me after that.”

He watched her ball her hands tightly, and if not for the fur, Jerry would have been sure her knuckles would have began to turn white. The look in her eyes, was something new to him. They weren't defiant, they were angry. Angry and trapped. The way she looked to her friend, it was so full of concern, worry, sadness and… and possibly love-- not the romantic kind. This mare generally cared deeply for her friends well being, she was scared he’d hurt her in some way. Then again, when he considered it all, Shadow was willing to risk anything of his wants to get this mare out…

It was possible, while rolling this around in his head, that these two were just… very close friends. So close that even after so long in their slavery and abusement, they looked out for one another and took risks for the ther-- even if it might cost them something. And it was clear, that Spree was wanting her freedom badly-- but just as unwilling to leave her friend behind. Her loyalty for the mare ran that deep apparently to cause confliction.

In a way...it made him envious. He soon gently finger in the mare, causing her to moan out as he assured. “Now Spree, while it's true I will own her. I do not callously punish without reason. Yes I thought you two were going to run from me, and Gnarl, the little bastard he is, is very good at seeing for my well being...sometimes. And I rather not hurt or cause too much suffering to what is mine. I prefer the motto: A happy and well care slave-- is a loyal slave.”

With a sharp glare, Spree asked, “Does that apply to ponies that were abused and minds nearly broken against their wills?” Trying to keep her anger in check, “My friend was hurt-- IS hurt. I want to heal her, get her better. Do you even understand how this feels for me?” Hand on her chest.

“He’s the Overlord, he’s suppose to have slaves.” told Gnarl as he brush off dirt off his clothings.

“Shut up you weird toad!” Spree pointed to him, “It’s your fault this even happened! I don’t care if he’s supposed to have slaves, my friend is hurt and I wasn’t able to do anything about it!”

“Yes it is. Gnarl as your punishment, you’ll go follicling in the flowers for an hour.” told Jerry with a flat tone as Gnarl look stricken, and with a glare to him, the old minion shut his mouth, as Jerry look to her as he gently grope Shadow breast, who panted in lust as he continue on. “And let me be clear. She came to me. She wanted me as her Master.” then said. “And as much as I slightly sympathies with you and give a nod to your loyalty-- let me ask you this?” giving her a look as he gently slap Shadow ass as he asked to Spree.

“How long do you think until a Caribou or stallion will find her-- and will break her completely? Hmm?”

With a glare, Spree told, “When I’m dead and cold on the ground.” No hesitation in her tone.

As much as I sympathies with her...I don’t want Shadow to go. As much as I feel like letting her have her friend… slight possessiveness clench in him. shes mine… then...then a thought occurred to him. “Well...how about this? She will be somewhat free, in my Castle. I doubt you two can leave in Equestria...so here you will be free.” then gently twist around in Shadow snatch as she moan as he move his hand to her clit and gently pinch it--

She gave a loud and pleasurable sound. A whiteout filled her vision as she felt nothing but pleasure as her body whacks with it, shaking and pulling in her binds as her juices spill out and eventually go limp after a minute of riding her high. “However in return...if she chose to stay with me in her own free will...you will allow it. Do we have a deal?” as he move to take the red collar off Shadow neck and merely hold it.

Watching with a grimace, Spree could see her friend hanging there, moaning lowly and basking in her afterglow. The sight of her friend bound and strung up like some puppet and having been played with before her eyes made… her honestly sick. Swallowing that feeling down, Spree realized… this was the best chance she had.

“F-fine… Deal.” She told, and prayed she could heal her friend-- get Shadow back to normal and be able to hug her and talk to her like before. She next to reached up to rip the black thing around her neck off and all but ran up to Shadow, going about undoing the blinds to get the mare down-- and maybe get them both to the baths. They needed it.

“Quaver.” a Jester Minion coming into the throne room as it had a jester hat, a sort of rattle with a skull as it used it for a cane-- and a irish accent.

“What may your Jester do for you, Master?” Jerry motioned the mares as he commanded.

“After they get their bearings, show them to the ‘guest’ rooms. They will stay there for a time.” then added. “And put this in my chambers.” tossing the red collar to Quaver, as the Jester saluted, moving off as Gnarl clear his throat, coming to his Overlord as he spoke.

“Well, that's a waste Sire,” then said with a grin. “But with the amount of gold, you can always get more slaves to have!” as pause, seeing...Jerry glare down with hate in those glowing eyes, apathy filled anger as Gnarl felt a bit of sweat down his face as Jerry spoke lowly and cold.

“I will say this only once. Try to entice my anger. Try to make me punish needlessly. Try to make me commit acts that does not need to be done….and I will kill you without a second thought. A adviser who try to use me-- is a useless adviser for me. Are we clear Gnarl?”

The elderly minion nodded-- rather venomously. While it was true these last few days have shown his new Master was… at times incompetent and near stupid in not realizing things or actions-- this and along with a few cases had… gotten the elderly minion to think.

He glanced a bit at the mare’s, the one Spree, more spirited and spunky than he expected, now kneel down on the cold ground, and held the calming thestral in her arms almost like a child and gently speaking to her. While it made him sick to see such gentle comfort being given, it made him think. His wizard eyes looked to Jerry.

The Overlord did stand before him-- not the idiot. The true Overlord that made him feel small and diminutive and not worthy-- the kind he always loved to serve with a full dark heart of malice. Yes, it made sense now. This was a Overlord of wrath, of mindless destruction and rage. One that is very grabby of what was his-- and if someone took his toys away? He became a tantrum child, one with enough anger to crush people and kill without a second thought. Composing himself, Gnarl knew what he now had to do. If he wanted his Lord to be a true Overlord, he had to stoke that fire known as wrath, and do so carefully.

“Good.” moving to the middle of the throne room, he added. “Clean all of this up. I expect it to look good when I return.” there was a blue glow and lighting, as the Overlord was gone...and Quaver laugh.

“Look like the adviser got the scolding from the Master!”

“Oh shut up Quaver!” told Gnarl as he began to move, plotting of ways to stroke that wrathful fire within the male. And decided to see through the Tower Heart...just to prod and poke when it was right.

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