Author's Notes:

Contains: Complete orgasm denial, erotic body-writing, branding, pain play, objectification, oral, anal sex, vaginal pain play, cumflation, cum-drinking.

Twilight sat in the shadows behind a stone pillar, waiting as the patrol trotted past. There were seven of them then. They seemed calm for ponies searching for an intruder. They were even chatting among themselves about their plans for after work, something about bed-warmers for their barracks. Either they were sloppy or they were luring her into making a clumsy dash in the shadows. Considering they were under the control of a powerful spell, the latter was more likely. She waited for the last hoofsteps to die away in the distance before she slipped out and walked casually towards the staircase leading down from the foyer.

She totally wasn't walking like an awkward robot.

The wide staircase hugged the foundations of the palace where it melded into the chasm wall. The air felt warm despite them being in a cavern. A loud rushing noise grew louder as she descended. She took a peek over the staircase's railing. She gasped at the sight. The staircase had merged into a bridge crossing a wide, steaming waterfall. The boiling water glowed with the sparkling amber sheen of goldsprite, a magical algae that only grew in hot springs. The river of gold poured forth from the bossom of a gigantic statue of a collared mare holding her forehooves over her heart. Errant flakes of goldsprite floating up in the steam lit up the statue's face, her stony gaze turned upwards towards the Fire of Devotion above.

'The hot springs keeps the cavern warm and lit,' Twilight thought, seeing the water piped through clear crystal tubing running along the walls, casting its light and warmth across the rest of the staircase and walkways below. Twilight followed the light down, allowing it to lead her to what looked like a main thoroughfare running along two walkways divided by the river of gold. The walkways split off into stone staircases, bridges and walkways at random intervals, leading away into buildings and halls carved into the cavern walls. Her mental copy of the facility map told her the first hall on the left was the slave pens she had spied from the viewing galleries that curved high above it. She felt a touch of trepidation as she realized it was pure terra incognita beyond this point.

It was more crowded here. Twilight saw a group of ponies circled around a nook on the street. A single guard stood at the edge of circle, watching the rest of the thoroughfare with an idle expression. She wondered what was going on as she approached. Then she heard the muffled moans and wet slapping of what could only be mating flanks. Apprehension struck, even as she found a gap wide enough to peer through. There lay an azure unicorn mare wearing a red studded collar, being rutted in the mouth and pussy out in the open street by burly masked stallions. The circle of masked mares and stallions simply watched, some even cheered as a stallion pulled his cock out of the mare's mouth and unloaded his hot seed all over her poor face. The mare panted for air as the stallion cleaned off his stallionhood by rubbing it on her face and mane, treating her like a cock rag. "Th-thank you for using this slave, sir," the little mare whimpered, even as a masked pegasus mare walked up to take the stallion's place. The masked pegasus wasted no time in sitting down on her messy muzzle. The collared mare gave an excited squeal that quickly trailed off into ravenous lapping and moaning as the masked pegasus grounded her pussy into her muzzle.

Twilight shivered. It was a shiver of anger, she told herself, willing herself to ignore the mad winking of her nethers. 'Don't worry, I'll break your curse,' she promised the poor mare as she turned away. She was just steeling her resolve when she bumped into another masked mare walking the other way. She gasped, staggering back as she realized she had run into an entire group of masked stallions and mares on their way towards the slave pens. They all paused in their tracks, their gazes immediately trained on her collar. Twilight's heart leaped into her throat, her hooves rooting her in place. 'Oh no, they're looking at me. A-are they going to...' Her fears ran wild. Was she going to end up like that mare? Thrown to the ground and rutted silly in the street like some cheap rag?

"Hmm, nope," the stallion at the head of the group sighed, quickly losing interest in Twilight as he continued on his way. The others were quick to follow suit.

"Damn lucky owner she's got though. She's a cutie," a masked unicorn mare winked at Twilight as she followed after the stallion, "Tell the lucky bastard he should share!" She called back over her withers before disappearing into the slave pens with her group.

Twilight fell back on her rump, her forehoof clutching her chest to steady her thumping heart. 'I-it w-worked. T-the c-collar worked.' She thought. She frowned at the dampness she felt against her rear before she quickly realized it was her own. She quickly clambered onto her hooves, practically sprinting off on her way, as if she might somehow leave the dampness behind if she went fast enough.

She was careful not to bump into anymore ponies, a difficult feat with how more and more crowded the walkways became with not only ponies but even the occasional griffon and yak. A male diamond dog walked along a bridge crossing the river, leading a pair of collared earth mares on a leash. An actual dragon stomped along the opposite walkway, carring a pile of collared mares on his back like a treasure hoard.

Twilight gaped at the sight. Griffons? Diamond dogs? Dragons?! Does this spell know no bounds?!

She slowed down as she reached what looked like a wide circular plaza. The steaming river ended in a circular fountain that spewed a golden funnel into the air. Glowing algae flaked down around it, lighting up the plaza with their glow. The river itself disappeared under another bridge at one edge of the plaza. The loud rushing sound from below told Twilight it was probably another waterfall feeding the lower levels of the dungeon. Around the plaza's edge, supporting the platform and bridges, were big mighty branches that glowed a strangely comforting shade of lilac. If those were the branches of a tree, Twilight shivered at the thought of how gigantically enormous its trunk must be.

The alicorn looked about the plaza. She bit her lip as she realized she was only wandering randomly at this point. She briefly wondered if she should ditch her saddlebags and use her wings to follow the waterfall into the lower dungeons, going by the logic that the seat of the spell would be in the most difficult place to reach. She quickly buried half-baked plan. She realized she must be rather desperate if tossing her disguise aside in pursuit of Power Pony logic was beginning to sound like a good idea.

Pity the map upstairs didn't have 'Doomsday Control Room' marked on it like they would in the Power Ponies. Why can't saving the world be just as routine and simple in real life?

'Use your head, Sparkle,' she rebuked herself, impatiently. She looked around for something, anything, that might help point her in the right direction. 'Auction Houses, Markets, Cock Addict Rehabilitation Hospital,' she mentally read out the signs on the buildings surrounding the plaza, 'Wait, what's that?' Her ears perked up with interest as she noticed a large amount of traffic entering and leaving one particular hall in a corner. The large sign above the two wide double doorways was covered by scaffolding, suggesting ongoing renovations. She recalled the facility map upstairs labelling the location with a simple public bathroom sign.

'That place must be important if that many ponies are coming in and out, especially if the spell is making them do that.' Twilight reasoned. If she were an evil villain, she would totally disguise her doomsday control room under a public bathroom. Everypony would be searching the deepest, darkest depths of her lair while her seat of power was hidden away safely with the bathrooms conveniently close too! It was perfect! 'Even if it's not the spell's focus of power, I might pick up useful information like I did upstairs. Beats standing around here.' She nodded to herself, her path set.

Getting inside the doomsday control room was surprisingly simple. Nopony paid her any attention as she slipped in with the slaves being led inside by their bridles and leashes. A few wore the same looks of anxiety and trepidation she did, making her infiltration easier. Some, however, were a picture of barely suppressed excitement. The slave mare immediately in front of her had her tail flagged up high, her puffy and engorged marehood winking obscenely as she dribbled across the entrance. Twilight couldn't help but feel her own tail twitch at the thick musky scent of her arousal.

Could this be a clue that she was getting close to her objective? Or was that just wishful thinking?

Twilight's gaze landed on a sign by the door. Her eyes went wide with what was most certainly shock, regardless of what her tail or nethers would like her to think...or feel.

Public Cum Dumps and Communal Cum Baths
Guests are welcome to relieve themselves using any of the available receptacles.
Please respect instructions above or beside each receptacle.
Guests are invited to mark/tally their use with the available pen markers or their phasers.
Recommended phaser settings can be found on each receptacle's instructions.
Maids patrol these halls to keep receptacles usable.
If a receptacle is found to be over-filled, please kindly hail down a maid for assistance.
The communal cum baths can be found two halls down. Please read instructions within.

'C-c-c-cum d-dumps?!' Twilight gasped, her shivers certainly not a product of her own marehood's uncontrollable winking.

Perhaps it was just wishful thinking.

She would have turned back but the the flow of ponies seemed to be one-way only. 'M-maybe it's like a sperm bank of some sort...' she allowed herself one last shred of optimism. '...or not.' Her optimism died a valiant but foalish death.

It was a wide open hall with stone tile flooring and dark polished marble lining every other surface. There were rows upon rows of wide open stalls, each row featuring a variation on the same theme. The first aisle was a column of stalls housing padded throne-like seats. They were mostly occupied by masked mares with the occasional masked stallion. Tightly secured underneath each stool was a collared mare, their muzzles eagerly pressed into the rears of their stool's moaning occupant. The rest of the slaves' bodies were anchored to the floor, presenting their poor breasts and pussies as hoofrests for their users. Twilight watched as a masked mare forced her seat to scream with pleasure into her own marehood by skillfully digging her rear hooves into the slave's tits and folds. Somepony had helpfully labelled the twitching slave's breasts and clit as her 'seat vibrator switch'.

Twilight didn't even realize she was staring as she suddenly noticed she was standing in the way of the flow of ponies. A few passing masked ponies even smiled sympathetically at the drool leaking out of her mouth. She gave an embarassed little squeak, wiping her mouth as she dove out of the way into a random aisle. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the low boxes lining the row. Their edges and tops were rounded and comfortably padded, complete with convenient hoof-grips, seemingly to allow their stallion and mare users to mount them. Twilight quickly got to see why as one dawn beige pegasus stallion gave a contented sigh, hopping off his booth to reveal a pair of butt cheeks sticking out of a scooped-out ceramic recess with a collecting bowl at its bottom.

The poor abused pair of flanks was probably white once before repeated fleshy smacking had turned it red and tender. Thick, hot cum dribbled out of its stretched and fully-stuffed pussy. Its chestnut-brown tail was curled to one side with its tail-bell hooked to what looked like a lever hanging from a safety lamp. The low booths were evenly spaced out, their sides covered with safety glass dotted with air holes. Some had metal shutters drawn over the glass but some were wide open, such as the recently used one, revealing the snow-furred earth pony mare inside. She was secured with her hooves spread wide to the corners of the booth, her rear raised high and anchored in the rear wall, her muzzle bridled to the other end.

While Twilight didn't recognize the poor mare, she had certainly seen ruggedly handsome pegasus stallion somewhere before. She vaguely recognized him as Wind Waker, one of Rainbow Dash's Wonderbolt squadron members. She watched as the pegasus bit a horseshoe-shaped device hanging by a thread around his neck, studying the panel above the booth for instructions as he adjusted a dial on the device. "Set phasers to fucked silly!" he chuckled sinisterly around the device, aiming it as its prongs sparked to life. A muffled shriek came from somewhere inside the box as the spark added another tally mark to the impressive collection on the right butt cheek under the heading 'Pussy'. The left butt cheek was labelled 'Anal' and had run out of space for tally marks.

"Oooh, yes!" The masked mare mounting the box's other end moaned. "Mmmh, that scream felt amaaaazing. Make her do it agaaain. Oooh, yeees. I can tell she wants it too. Here, I'll even give you my master phaser and aaall my money. Just make her squeal again, please!" She waved her own horseshoe-shaped device at Wind Waker.

"Heh, sure," Wind Waker chuckled.

'What is that device?' Twilight's eyes narrowed as she inched in for a closer look. She sensed magic build up in the spark before discharging all at once into that mark on the pony's fur. 'Could that be how the spell is propagating itself?' she thought. She carefully slipped into one of the enclosed stalls in the row opposite where she'd be able to watch more discretely. It turned out to be a surprisingly spacious room more than a stall, complete with a sink, shower, toilet bowl and what looked like a standing urinal for stallions.

There being a complete bathroom inside a public restroom was obviously nowhere near as weird as an evil cult brainwashing everypony into mindless rutting. But Twilight couldn't help but feel irked, as if the room's very existence offended her sensibilities somehow. She did her best to ignore it, focusing instead on spying on Wind Waker through the crack in the door.

"I like this one," Wind Waker said, giving the used rump a slap, eliciting a muffled squeal from within the booth. "Well-used and swollen, but still very nice and tight. It's full up though so we're going to need a clean-up." He pulled the slave's tail, switching on the warning lamp above the booth to 'CLEAN'.

A cleaning trolley rolled up the aisle. A collared unicorn mare in a dark navy-blue maid uniform poked her head out from behind the cart. "Oh, if it isn't Master?" The peach-furred maid asked, bobbing a sweet little curtsy. Twilight suppressed a tiny gasp. She remembered her. She was a unicorn named Rosemary, one of the many ponies she freed from Starlight's village. She had to resist the urge to facehoof. How could one mare go from being slave to one brainwashing to another in such short order?!

'Or perhaps...it's something similar!' Twilight thought, deciding it can't be a coincidence that the same pony was victim to two separate brainwashing incidents, especially with the stallion bearing the suspicious device so close by. 'These two might be the answers I'm looking for,' Twilight thought, feeling a surge of hope as she watched the two ponies carefully.

"Oh, you were assigned to the cump dumps tonight, little slave? Not buried in paperwork upstairs as usual?" Wind Waker smiled, cupping the petite mare's cheeks tenderly in his forehoof. "Reward for good behaviour, is it? First time for everything, I guess." He grinned, giving her a light peck on her horn.

"You're bad at feigning surprise, Master. And no touching maidlings during work hours," Rosemary laughed, goodnaturedly, pushing the stallion back. "Still, I am very happy to see you, Master." The petite maid bent down on her hoofsock-clad forehooves to lovingly kiss her Master's hooftips.

"Likewise, little slave," Wind Walker smiled back, curling his other forehoof behind the mare's maid headress, hugging her into her hoof-kissing.

"How can this slave serve you, Master." The unicorn maid asked, peering up at her master from where she remained bowed at his hooves.

"Ah, well, this greedy little pussy's getting full up. Hardly got any space left for my cock." Wind Waker said, gesturing at the booth. The pair of butt cheeks squirmed in its box's tight grip.

"Hmmm," Rosemary straightened up to study the list of usage instructions for cleaning on the panel above the booth, "Mmmmhmm, looks like this one is deep-cleaning compatible," she licked her lips, clasping a sign that said 'Warning, Cunt Clean Up In Progress' to the slave's dock with a metal clamp. She reached into her cart and pulled out a long phallic-looking toilet brush with stiff-looking bristles. With little fanfare she gripped the trapped mare's pussy lips wide apart before easing the brush in, bristles and all. The flanks tensed up, the foalhole spasming around the brush as the booth let out a muffled cry into the masked mare using the other end.

"Oh Celestia's mighty sunbutts! Keep doing that!" The masked mare screeched, humping her marehood into the screaming side earnestly.

"Teehee, keep it up. Orgasming makes the walls churn like a wash trowel around the brush, you see," Rosemary said, skillfully stroking the brush deeper and deeper in slow, firm strokes, twisting and turning it as she worked the poor cum dump through her entire orgasm, "I'll have her clean in no time." The maid spread the slave's pussy wide apart before pressing her lips up beneath the brush's handle. "Mmmn, mrp, mlp, ulp, ulp," the unicorn maid made adorable little slurping sounds as her tongue darted in and out, lapping up all of her own Master's cum drawn out by the brush and orgasm straight out of the cum dump's used pussy. Her tongue brushed against the cum dump's clit, forcing a loud cry of bliss from the poor slave. The masked mare must have felt it as she quickly echoed her, crying out in passionate euphoria as she bucked her hips into the other end all the way through her mighty orgasm.

"There, nice and clean." Rosemary nodded with a satisfied smile as she sat back to admire the quivering freshly-cleaned pussy in front of her.

"Y'know, for a maid who only pushes pens upstairs, yer mighty skilled at this," Wind said, approvingly, "I'm guessin' a pussy brush is no different from a quill then?"

"M-my seniors gave me a l-live demonstration in the dorms last night," the unicorn maid said in a timid whisper before quickly standing up to attention once more. "U-um, this cum dump is ready for use, Master," she announced to Wind Waker as she pulled the clean-up sign off the slave's dock. "Might I say, your cum tastes as tasty as...." She was interrupted by a sudden beeping noise. The maid's collar flashed a bright green, attracting the attention of all the ponies around her. Rosemary gave a loud gasp, shuddering as something clicked loudly under her wide frilly skirt. The unicorn maid squirmed uncomfortably as she realized that every masked pony around her was studying her collar as if it might tell them what to do in the event that a mare's dress made funny clicking noises.

"Clockface." Rosemary's ears twitched as she heard somepony suddenly invoke the safe word. Everypony within earshot, pretty much half the row, paused their activities to look around. Rosemary followed their gaze. She gave a teeny gasp as she realized it was her own Master. "Sorry y'all. Take a good luck at her collar. My little one's permission-only, not free-use." Rosemary heard her Master say stiffly as he pulled her quivering form into a rather protective embrace.

A quiet chorus of awkward apologies filled the air as the circle of masked ponies sheepishly dissolved, returning to their own activities. "Are you alright, dear?" One masked mare asked, kindly.

"Do you two want to use the safe word room?" A masked unicorn stallion offered.

"That's a good idea, actually. Thankin' ya kindly, sir." Wind Waker said.

"I can teleport you there, or we can turn this stall into a temporary one. Those stalls have mighty good sound-proofing." The masked unicorn said, nodding at the room Twilight was in. Twilight gave a squeak of fright as she realized her hiding place was at risk.

"That's very kind of y'all." Wind Waker gave them a genial nod as the masked mare helpfully hoofed over a sign that read 'In Use - Safe Word Room'.

"You have a good Master there, miss. He showed no hesitation with that safe word," the masked stallion said to Rosemary, "I'll stop nosin' and give you two the space you need. You two take care, now." The two masked ponies gave a parting nod before going on their way.

"Them's good ponies," Wind Waker smiled as he hung the sign on the stall's handle. "Come, let's get you inside," the stallion said, pushing Rosemary's cleaning cart inside.

Twilight gave a squeak of fright as she dove for the shower. She had barely ducked behind the thankfully opaque screen and cast a silence spell and the refraction spell from earlier before the pegasus led the unicorn maid inside the room. The bustle of the cum dump halls outside died to nothingness as Wind Waker closed the door, suggesting a powerful privacy enchantment on the room. Despite her silence spell, Twilight still bit down on her own forehoof as she willed her heart to stop beating so hard. She could barely hear Wind Waker speak over its thumping in her ears.

"You really need to talk to the head maid about changin' them blinky lights on them maid collars, or at least make it optional." Twilight watched Wind Waker take off his mask through her refraction spell's window. "I know most of the maids like gettin' some action as soon as work ends, but it can't be everypony's cup of tea," the stallion said.

"Well, the maid service isn't perfect..." Rosemary conceded with a watery little smile.

"No, it isn't," Wind Waker agreed, stiffly, "For all their squabbling with the Kindlers about moving on from the past, they've got their hooves stuck squarely in tradition themselves."

"Well, it can't help it sometimes, it is the second oldest organization in Clocktower," Rosemary defended her peers.

"The Kindlers are first and ya don't see any folk givin' two flaps about'em." Wind Waker rolled his eyes.

"Well, your collar tells them I'm not free use," Rosemary said, brushing a forehoof over her black collar.

Twilight broke a cold sweat at that. 'The collars tell them whether the slaves are f-free use o-or not?! Th-that must be why those masked ponies ignored me. C-Celestia, th-thank goodness I chose the right collar!' she thought in a mix of shock and relief. She didn't even realize she didn't have all the information on how the collars worked when she selected hers.

Twilight made a mental note to gather her information a little more carefully in the future, lest she end up a quivering pile of thoroughly-used pussy. Not that she wanted that, not in the slightest.

"Just the very thought that they might use you made you uncomfortable, plain as day. Look, yer still shiverin'," Wind Waker muttered, pulling the trembling little maid against his chest in a comforting hold. "The collar system's okay, but it ain't perfect. Neither is Clocktower. The society relies on ponies to look after themselves too. Why'd you even agree to working the cum dumps for the day when you know things like this could happen? Reward for good behaviour my tush!" He winced as he realized the poor mare was flinching in fear. "I-I'm sorry. I-I'm actin' all high'n'mighty but I ain't perfect either. I-I just hate seein' ya like this."

"N-no, you're looking out for me Wind. You always have." Rosemary curled her forehooves around his and raised it to her face, nuzzling it tenderly. "I...I like it down here. I like seeing ponies enjoy themselves so freely. And I like servicing them. They make me wonder sometimes, if the village never happened, if Clocktower had found me first, whether could I be enjoying myself just as freely. It's just that when when ponies look at me like that, I get really frightened that they might take control away from me. Then I'd....I'd be right back at the village again, " she shivered at the word.

'Did she mean Starlight's village?' Twilight thought, ears perking up. Could this be the revelation she was waiting for?

"I was such a foalish mare, going to that village, looking for my silly idea of 'complete submission'. They took everything - my cutie mark, my life, my mind, my control. I tried to convince myself it was what I I had been looking for, what I wanted, but deep down I was frightened that I was losing myself and I couldn't do anything about it. Then Princess Twilight came and showed us it was all a lie. I...I was so lost, so scared at what I had done, what I allowed them to do to me." Rosemary reached to her stallion and clutched him tight. "If Princess Cadence hadn't assigned you to come find me, I would still be too scared to even leave that house, let alone the village. You taught me I was right to be frightened, that I shouldn't ever have had to lose control, that submission is controlling my choice to give myself. You showed me my dreams weren't wrong, that there was a way to do it right, a way I can control, the Clocktower way. If it weren't for you, I would still be a lost, frightened, foalish little mare." She gave a contented sigh as she nuzzled against her stallion's neck. "I still thank my lucky stars that it was you who became my Master."

Twilight reeled at the overload of revelations. She hadn't realized the depth of what was going on at the village. She thought she had done her world-saving for the day and gone home. She hadn't even thought of how the villagers were meant to recover from years of brainwashing, or, worse, deal with whatever it was Rosemary went through. Rosemary's vagueness, her obvious avoidance of mentioning what had actually happened to her, only drove Twilight's imaginations mad. 'What in the name of Tartarus did Starlight DO to those ponies?!'

From the sounds of things, Cadence followed up by sending a Wonderbolt member in, maybe even other members of the royal guard. But for what purpose? Why had Wind Waker been 'assigned' to Rosemary? And by that did Rosemary mean Wind was tasked with bringing her to Clocktower? Is Cadence a part of this evil cult somehow? Twilight felt a dark chill take over her as she contemplated the possibility that she might be up against her old foalsitter. Or was it another doppelganger? Another changeling? Or perhaps they never defeated Chrysalis after all and this was all an elaborate changeling ploy to farm Equestria for love energy? Twilight's mind reeled with the possibilities.

"Ya realize Princess Cadence only assigned me to come and show ya the door to the society, right? You didn't have to choose lil' ol' me as yer Master." Wind Waker chuckled, returning her hug. "Not that I'm complainin' or nuthin'."

"But anypony else would have left when I closed the door. But you not only saved me from my bad place, you put me back together again. You're the exact opposite of naive little me, always questioning everything, even Clocktower. And yet, you're the one pony who understands me and my fears," Rosemary whispered, "With you I know that giving all of myself will always be my choice. And I know you'd always protect that freedom of choice for me."

"Aw, shucks, I'm not all that special," Wind Waker chuckled, blushing softly, "I just like knowin' my cute little mare chose to have me as her Master when she could've chosen otherwise. Makes it special and all, y'know. Heh, I guess in that way the Princess of Love gets some things right, matchin' up the same brands of weird," his chuckling faded away into a somber thought, "Y'know, ya don't have to work pen-pushin' for Clocktower, Rosemary. Yer a smart scholarly type, top of the class at Celestia's academy and all. Ponies would line up to throw jobs at ya,"

"No, I want to work for Clocktower. I mean, I've just become the administrator for the applicant screening team. I believe in what we do. We can prevent more ponies from ending up like foalish little me," Rosemary said, fervently. "I want to be able to help ponies the same way you helped me, Wind."

"Fine, there's no arguin' with ya when them there coalfires are in yer eyes," Wind rolled his eyes, "But you don't have to be a maid either, y'know."

"The village made all this wrong for me, Wind. I...I want to throw myself at this, I want to make it all right for me again one day. Being part of the maid service helps me do that." Rosemary said, assertively. "Besides, I know you like my uniform," She gave her stallion a smug little grin, "I know you like how it keeps what's underneath just for you. Because I do too."

"You're...." Wind paused, his eyes roving downwards. "...Very persuasive." He gulped a little as he took in how snugly the uniform hugged the little mare's delicious curves.

"I learn from the best." The unicorn maid smiled triumphantly.

'Clocktower is helping her recover from what happened at the village somehow?' Twilight frowned. How? As far as Twilight could see, the poor mare had escaped the proverbial frying pan only to land in a very deep, dark fire. But Rose seemed ever so certain Clocktower would help prevent whatever happened to her at the village from happening to other ponies. If she took that to imply Clocktower prevented ponies from being subjected to forced indoctrination and captivity then...

Twilight shook the treacherous thought from her mind. There was no way any sane, willing pony could want this, no matter how happy these slaves looked. The spell must be worming into her mind once more, no doubt also the reason her marehood was once again drenched in need. She refocused her mind, studying the two, waiting for them to drop more valuable information.

"Hay, Wind? Thank you for always making me feel safe," the maid added in a little whisper, pressing herself up against him, "You could have chosen any mare to take as your personal slave, Mr. hotshot Wonderbolt. But you chose this broken little mare."

"Yer a beautiful mare. And yer anythin' but broken. When you give yourself to me, y'know what it means more than anypony," Wind replied, softly, "What happened to ya was shit. But it's made ya a better mare, the mare I love,"

"Wind?" She peered up at her stallion, giving him a hopeful look, "I have something I've been wanting to tell you. I was going to wait for the right moment, but I think it's time." She took a slow, deep breath, seemingly gathering her courage. "Wind, could you please add another rule to my list? I..." She gulped, "....I want you to be the one I offer my orgasms to one day."

"But ya don't like to orgasm, ya don't like losin' control like that. That was how the village..." Wind stopped himself mid-sentence, giving his mare a worried look. "Are ya sure, Rose?" He finally asked.

"I'm still scared of losing control, yes. But as long as it's you, Wind, I know I'm in safe hooves." Rosemary smiled up at him. "I want to move on from the village, take back everything I lost piece by piece. This is another step. But more than that, I've decided you're the stallion I want to give everything to, even my control."

"Ya don't have to do it on my account. I love ya as you are, Rose," Wind muttered, gruffly.

"I know, that's why I want to be even more for you one day, Wind," she said, kissing her stallion softly, "But tonight I want to just please you, as always," Rose said between kisses, "One day, when you decide the time is right, you'll be the stallion I orgasm for once more, Master."

"It's a brave step. I'm happy fer ya, Rose." Wind smiled as he kissed her just as deeply.

"Clockface," the petite unicorn said, smiling softly as she finally pulled back to look up at her stallion lovingly.

"Clockface," her stallion echoed, a sinister smile playing across his face, "Hmm, yer right about one thing, I do like how cute that uniform looks on ya, slave. Makes ya look the part of a hardworking slave mare," Wind slowly circled the mare like a shark. The little mare trembled as she felt his gaze caress every curve on her delightful little body. "But did I hear a loud 'click' from your uniform earlier? Show me what it was," he ordered.

The unicorn maid blushed brightly at her Master's request. "U-um, yes, Master," she turned around and spread her rear legs wide, presenting her rear up to her Master. She gave a soft whimper of embarrassment as she bit down on the hem of her dress and pulled her skirt up to reveal what Twilight immediately recognized as a chastity belt, its smooth black straps lashed tight against her shapely hips and thighs, its edges glistening with barely held-back arousal. The timer-operated padlock on the front hung open, leaving no doubt as to what the click earlier was.

"Hmmm." The mare's blush grew deeper as she heard her stallion inhale the thick scent that the chastity belt did nothing to restrain. "Take it off and present it to me," her Master ordered, licking his lips hungrily.

"Y-yes, Master," Rose whimpered as she lowered her front to the floor, freeing her forehooves to reach between her legs to tug her chastity belt down. "Ah, aaaahn," she made adorable little sounds as she slowly eased the belt off her marehood, the thick straps trailing thick glistening strands of her arousal. She spread her legs wider, allowing her Master to see just how obscenely wet her pussy was. The words 'Strictly Not To Be Pleasured' were magically phaser'd right above her tightly clamped and padlocked slit. The tight fleshy ring of her ponut above it was similarly labelled 'Anal Slave, For Anal Use Only'.

"Well then," Wind Waker picked up the chastity belt, giving its glistening straps a long, slow lick, "This don't taste like a slave mare at work," he smacked his lips appraisingly. Poor Rose could only collapse to the floor, her wobbly knees giving way at the saucy sight. "This tastes like a cock sleeve in desperate need to be used." Rosemary began to pant, her face turning hopeful. "I wonder who this belongs to though?" He wondered out loud, causing the unicorn's face to fall.

"I-it's m-m-mine!" There was a loud squeak. Rosemary gave a loud gasp as she realized it was her own voice.

"Oh? Really?" Wind Waker's grin took on a malicious slant. "You don't look it. That there's the uniform of a hard workin' slave mare," he taunted, running a forehoof along the spine of her dress, grinning at the mare's shiver rippling under his hoof. "Tell me, what are you, slave?"

"I-I'm..." Rose gulped, "I'm Master's slave."

"I can't hear you over the sound of your leaking pussy," her Master teased.

"I-I'm a pleasure sleeve!" Rose squeaked loudly, "I exist only to please Master! My body is for Master's use and enjoyment! I am Master's anal toy, never to be pleasured ever, to forever be happy and content with Master ravaging my eager tail-hole again and again for Master's personal pleasure!" She exulted her heartfelt devotion for her Master.

Her Master seemed stunned speechless at her sudden and passionate ouverture. His cock spoke for him, immediately rising to its full impressive mass, his flare pulsing madly, at her words alone. Rose's lips curled into a satisfied smile at the sight of her Master's arousal rewarding her efforts. She gave a little squeak as the stallion wordlessly strode over to her, flipping her onto her back. She gasped a little as she lay sprawled on the floor at her stallion's mercy. She mewled softly at his hungry gaze, before moaning loudly as he pulled the dress down over her shoulders. The elastic design of the dress allowed it to be easily torn off in either direction, allowing him to easily strip her bare for her imminent use. She panted as she lay in nothing but her collar, straps and plain white hoof-socks, gazing up at her Master with mixed awe and longing.

The unicorn moaned softly as her Master placed a forehoof at the tip of her horn before slowly, deliberately running his frog across her face, allowing her to kiss and lick it lovingly as he passed her muzzle, drawing a squeak from her as he squeezed her neck above her collar possessively, before allowing his roving hoof to come to rest over her heart. The mare shivered as she felt him press down on the phaser-brand, a heart enclosing his cutie-mark, marking her heart, in a gesture of ownership. She let out a soft sob, her eyes welling with tears as her Master replaced his hoof with his lips, kissing her brand tenderly, his eyes peering up at her with deep unconditional love. She raised her forehooves to her muzzle, muffling her soft squeaks as his lips trailled downwards, kissing each of the rules on the list of commandments branded into her chest.

The pegasus stallion wordlessly pulled up the horseshoe-shaped device in his mouth, lowering it to offer the dial to the slave. The unicorn slave seemed to read his intentions, using her own mouth to kiss and simultaneously flip the dial to a setting labelled 'Pain in the Ass'. She hugged the stallion around his neck with her forehooves, helping him guide the device down to the list of commandments etched into her chest. She gave him a teeny nod before closing her eyes in acceptance of her fate.

Her Master activated the intense magical spark between the device's prongs, pressing it into the little unicorn's chest firmly. The mare cried out passionately, her rear hooves tensing and curling, her pussy winking madly against the clamps and padlock gripping it, as her Master inscribed her latest rule on her body. He took his time, working cooly through her tearful cries. He did not stop until he was finished, leaving the poor mare panting softly where she lay sprawled on the floor. He grasped her by her mane, supporting her head as he made her gaze down at her freshly-marked chest. She gave a soft gasp, her eyes welling up with tears of joy as she read the rule her Master had added to her list. He held her there through her soft sniffles and tears, allowing her to take in his new mark on her body.

"Your tight little body is so beautiful, pet," he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Th-thank you, Master," she whimpered softly, trembling with happiness as she ran a forehoof over her freshly-marked fur.

"I will use you now," he declared, causing her to shiver from mane to hooftip, "Stand up," he ordered her onto her shaky sock-clad hoofsies. "Tell me what this is, slave?" he demanded as he herded her towards what looked like a standing urinal.

"U-um," she gulped, taking in the cruel instrument before her, "I-it's a tool for holding cum dumps in place for u-use, M-Master." She shivered at the thought.

"Then describe what's missing here," he ordered, pointing at the wide padded recess inside the urinal.

"Y-y-your personal cum dump," the poor mare panted with mounting excitement, "H-her legs tied open wide to receive you, her mouth open and waiting to receive your cock, her tight p-plothole waiting to be pulled apart and enslaved by your stallionly flare, her b-body craving your hot delicious seed, Master!" Rose blurted out, her wet hind thighs rubbing together in an effort to restrain her excitement.

"Complete it then," he instructed.

"Yes, Master!" She obediently climbed into her own restraints, curling her body to fit her back into the padded recess. She placed her head where it belonged in the collecting bowl, her mouth positioned to drain and clean the cum dump that was her body. She raised her sealed pussy and tailhole up towards her Master, ensuring they hung above her mouth-drain to prevent any spillage of his precious seed. She moaned softly as she spread her rear legs obscenely wide, demonstrating flexibility born of intensive training. Her Master's grunts of approval spurred her on as she reached up and strapped her own rear hooves into the spreader grips on either side of the urinal, eschewing her magic to give her Master the most enjoyable performance possible. She finished by strapping her own forehooves to her own thigh straps, leaving them in position to present herself to her Master for use. "Y-your cum dump is ready for use, Master," she announced, quivering with obvious anticipation.

"Not quite yet, slave. 'Cause I plan on enjoyin' ya thoroughly for the next two days, I shall have ya give me every ounce of pleasure yer physically capable of," he growled, forcing a shiver from his slave. "Read out the brand on your pussy for me, slave," he pressed his forehooves to her temples, forcing her to read out the words marked above her tightly sealed mare mound.

"F-for breeding and Master's e-entertainment only," she moaned with mounting anticipation, gasping loudly as he unlocked the padlock and released the clamp, allowing the abused petals of her flower to bloom, making his intentions clear.

"What does it mean, slave?" he whispered into her ear as he guided her bound forehooves to spread her own pussy lips wide, allowing her to gaze into the depths of her own leaking foalhole. The tight tunnel twitched around the little cathether tube peeking out of her peehole that allowed her to relieve herself past her locked pussy, a forbearance she bore with immense pride.

"I-i-it m-means one day Master will use this pussy to allow this slave the happiness of bearing his foals with her body. B-but otherwise it is never to be pleasured, only toyed with for Master's enjoyment and to make this s-slave's tailhole spasm even tighter a-around Master's cock," the unicorn squirmed with impatience, "M-Master, t-this slave wants you to ruin her, please!" she pleaded with a desperate gasp, forgetting her manners in her excitement. She gasped, feeling her Master's cock twitch hard against the back of her head at her eagerness.

Her own Master seemed to lose his calculated dominating composure at her show of submissiveness. "One last question before I use your mouth, cum dump. What is this?" He allowed his impressive horsecock to rise tantalizingly above her, his over-stimulated flare hanging low and hard with its engorgement.

A profound sense of calm took over the slave all of a sudden. "My beloved Master's cock." She kissed its tip lovingly. "The one this slave exists to pleasure." She kissed it again. "The worthy destroyer of my pleasure hole." She kissed it deeply one last time.

"That's right, you little pleasure sleeve," he growled, pulling a bottle of marecum-based lube out of the maid's cleaning trolley, hastily uncapping it. The slave read his mind, opening her mouth and offering up her tongue to him. He squeezed the bottle's contents liberally all over her mouth, coating her tongue to the brim. "You have thirty seconds to prepare it before I use you to pleasure me." He slid his cock against her tongue, groaning loudly. The petite mare took his mass in one tight but swift stroke, immediately swallowing him into her throat, allowing it to to stretch her deeply. Twilight moaned around her Master's cock, reveling in the feeling of her tight throat rippling pleasurably around it. Twilight was content, feeling her Master's stallionhood twitch and swell with pleasure as it roughly thrusted in and out of her throat, spreading her ruthlessly about his mighty girth. Her swirling tongue and the tight muscles of her throat massaged the thick lube into every inch of his shaft.

She panted hard, moaning with disappointment as he finally inch after inch of his long, meaty member out of her drooling mouth. As its full impressive length hung in the air above her face, dribbling thick ropes of glistening lube and saliva, it was almost a wonder it ever fitted in her little mouth in its entirety. But if fitting in her mouth seemed like magic, fitting the monstrous cock into the fleshy ring of her tiny ponut would be nothing short of a godlike miracle. Even as Twilight used her forehooves to spread the tight pleasure sleeve as wide as possible, it was still helplessly dwarfed by his gigantic flare, let alone his mighty horsecock. The outcome was clear - her Master would utterly ruin her tailhole as he used her for his own pleasure.

And Twilight would have it no other way.

She whimpered with pain as she bucked her hips, holding her plot hole tight as she grinded it into his impossible flare. She moaned tearfully as she felt his weight slowly tease her resistance apart. He met her efforts with a single, slow but firm push, putting constant pressure against her grinding, forcing her puckered hole to helplessly stretch open around his massive flare. Her tight sphincter finally surrendered and gave way to its giant intruder, allowing him to sink his entire flare into her in one torturous shove. He gave a triumphant groan of pleasure that drowned her own cry of submission. Her entire body tensed against her straps, but she was powerless, her merciless restraints keeping her spread open and helpless for his onslaught. She felt a fierce joy feeling his invader twitch and swell with pleasure to the feeble spasms of pain from her cruelly spread ring and tail hole.

"Spread yer pussy wide, slave," Twilight barely heard her Master growl. She hazily made out her Master holding what looked like the stiff-bristled pussy-brush from the cleaning trolley, along with a bottle of her Master's homemade scorchingly hot chill sauce blend. Twilight could only whimper helplessly as he lathered the pussy-brush with the bottle's entire contents, making it clear exactly how he intended to entertain himself with her doomed pussy tonight. Her trembling forehooves pulled her quivering folds open wide, her heart aflutter with the thought of offering her most intimate place to be savagely toyed with for his delight. "Moon Dancer helped me make a new extra spicy recipe just for you. It's magically locked so it can only be quenched with my seed," he gloated, "Want it?"

"Y-yes!" Twilight panted, "Y-your slave is ready!"

"Good," he grinned sinisterly, allowing a single drop to gather tantalizingly at the brush's tip. Twilight gulped as she watched the bead grow before finally falling into her stretched pussy.

"A-aaaaaaaahn!" Twilight cried, her wetness instantly absorbing the heat, searing her madly-winking pussy. An intense sense of happiness filled her as she felt her Master's member throb with pleasure at the sudden spasm of her tailhole around his cock. He cruelly pushed the brush into her spasming folds, rubbing and grinding the bristles and hot sauce into her twitching ridges. She screamed even as she fought to hold herself open for him, every other part of her wanting to clench tightly around the brush's bristles. Every scream of pain, every squirm of her helpless body against her bonds, all of it served to draw groan after precious groan of pleasure from her beloved Master. "Hhhnnnnnnnnn!" Twilight howled as he worked both the cruel bristles and his shaft harder and deeper into her spasming depths, filling up both her holes to their limit and beyond. He had reached a point where the tightness of her body required him to pull back and thrust to advance, pounding himself deeper with every vicious stroke. He made good on his promise, enjoying every tear, every cry, ever helpless squirm of the mare beneath him as he drove his horsecock deeper still. Twilight felt a deep sense of fulfillment as her tailhole gave up inch after tight inch to be stretched and pulled apart brutally by his flare, slowly but surely moulding her little body into a pleasure sleeve for him.

He gave a loud, pleasurable grunt as he finally hilted his entire mighty length in her. Her entire self felt impossibly full. His balls hung low, slapping indifferently against her lips. She kissed and licked them lovingly, making pleasant moans of worship. She felt another peak of contentment as he groaned with delight at her lovely sounds. He grasped her forehooves, forcing her to squeeze the bulge his cock had stuffed into her tautly-stretched belly. She gasped as she felt her Master throb deep inside her. "Yer such a well-trained anal slave, every stuffin' is a work of art." She glowed at his praise.

She gave a loud scream as he began to twist and corkscrew the brush's bristles into her tender inner ridges. Her tailhole clamped tightly, forcing every tight ring of muscle to scrape and tug at his receding cock. Her tortured sphincter bulged obscenely as it gripped at her retreating invader. Then like an expert torturer cranking a rack, he reversed the twist on the brush. It tightened her tailhole once more to be brutally stretched apart by his returning cock. The two competing sensations paled in comparison to the one overriding feeling spreading through her - It was as if all the bits of joy and pride at being used as his pleasure sleeve came together into a big bubble of happiness. She felt nothing but intense fulfillment. It was not an orgasm. She was not allowed orgasms. No, it was something better, greater, deeper than simple physical pleasure. It was as if she had accessed a subspace of her mind, a place deep in her heart of hearts, a world where there was only herself, her Master and the powerful bond they shared. As she lay there, her body rocking back and forth in her restraints as her stallion pounded her plot hole, she felt a sense of profound control over every little way her body served his pleasure - every squirm of her body in her restraints, every timed clench of her tailhole against his thrusting cock, every effeminate cry and squeal that fueled his excitement. She was a gardener, inviting her Master to come enjoy her thoroughly worked and beautifully cultivated garden, and her garden was heaven.

She smiled a smile of profound bliss as she kiss and suckled his balls, drawing them into her mouth, limiting his thrusts to short, deep strokes that pounded her innermost depths. He groaned loudly as one powerful clench from the tip of his flare to his balls pushed him over the edge. He roared with pleasure as his hot seed surged deep inside her. Her already-tense belly stretched even more with his generous stuffing. She sighed happily as she felt his warmth slosh inside her with every powerful jet of cum. Her Master growled as he finally pulled out against the obscene tug of her sphincter, leaving his thick spunk to leak out of her beautifully-destroyed pleasure sleeve. He aimed his cock down at her perfectly-ruined pussy. He continued to thrust and work the brush into her foalhole as he flooded it with his cum, using the brush to grind and screw his warmth into every fold and ridge of her most intimate place. Then, with one last pleasurable grunt, he aimed the last spurt at her fresh new brand on her chest. She let out a soft moan as she felt his precious gift baptize her Master's new mark on her body. The stallion took a moment to admire his beautiful little slave spread helplessly below him, her strained body too tired to struggle against her cruel retraints, her tailhole thoroughly-used, her gaping pussy flooded with cum even as he eased the brush out.

Her happy little bubble lasted even as he cupped her cheek, gazing down at her with fierce pride and love as she happily drew his cock into her mouth. The sense of all-consuming fulfillment lasted longer than any physical orgasm as she lovingly licked and cleaned every inch of his stallionhood of his precious seed. It persisted as she spread her used tailhole and pussy wide open with her bound forehooves, draining her Master's fresh cum into her mouth, lapping it straight out of her gaping holes as her Master helped squeeze and milk her swollen belly. It did not falter as she went on cleaning herself for later use before she bit her own pussy folds to hold them tightly shut as her Master re-sealed and padlocked her.

She felt her Master suddenly grasp her chin, pulling her away from her task. She felt her bubble soar to new heights as he kissed her deeply, lovingly, making it clear how much he adored her as he untied her restraints. He continued on kissing her even as he scooped up her limp body, cradling her tight against his chest. His unspoken command was clear - 'rest, sleep, be ready for more use tomorrow'. The bubble floated ever upwards, carrying her with it into pure bliss as she allowed him to caress and nuzzle her to sleep.

The stall door closed behind the stallion and the carefully-covered mare lying asleep on his back. Twilight stared at the empty ceiling. She should be in a state of confused panic. She should be demanding what the hay just happened. She should be screaming for answers. She should be going all fifty flavours of ballistic, tearing this place upside down for explanations for the mysteries and riddles. She should be tying Cadence's tail to each of her hooves until she coughs up her part in all this.

Instead she was left with a sense of understanding, one so profound it almost hurt.

That was no mind-control spell. She had just gazed into the mind of a mare whose consciousness was a picture of crystal clarity, a profound awareness of herself and her love and devotion to her Master. Mind-control spells can recreate simple feelings like anger, love, fear and even illusions of vision, taste and smell. But they cannot weave such a complex state of mind, one of pride, loyalty and love. And no mind-control spell was ever complete, always leaving a hint of doubt and uncertainty in its victim. But this mare was an anchor of confidence in her devotion even amidst the sensations competing for her attention. There was no doubt there, only unflinching submission and love.

She had no idea how she had ended up looking into the mare's mind. Perhaps it was a result of the magical spells she was using to observe feeding back straight into her mind? Regardless of how, she realized then that she had accidentally done the same with Tree Hugger and the twins, accessing their minds just as they were entering that subspace of profound awareness. But the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm had made it difficult to discern. The lack of climax in Rosemary's experience, however, allowed Twilight to appreciate all the subtleties that made it clear she was a mare perfectly and happily in control of her own mind. Extrapolating that to the experiences of the other three mares she had tapped into, it quickly became clear to her that they were the same - perfectly clear of mind-altering spells of any sort. It was a random sample of four mares from an immense population of unknown size, but she had a (admittedly unscientific) feeling that if she continued on dungeon-hopping, prying into the minds of more mares, she'd only find more of the same.

The revelation lay heavily upon her like a pile of bricks - These were happily consenting mares, willingly allowing themselves to be subjected to such cruel inequine treatment. For what purposes? Pleasure? No, there was something more to it, something deeper.

What was it?

The question burned deeper than the mystery of the society or the riddles of its dungeons. She gazed up at the empty ceiling, as if hoping to find the answer there somewhere.

Twilight left the public cum dumps behind and trudged heavily out into the hotspring-y open air of the main plaza outside. Every step felt burdened with the weight of her questions. She felt like she had hit a big heavy door in her mystery, one that was not about to yield its answers anytime soon. She would not reveal the answers beyond the door by continously skulking about, hoping to cobble together the truth through observation. No, she needed information to begin making sense of these observations. She needed structure to her data, guidance for her search. She needed a...

She slammed into something hard. She yelped as she fell into a heap on the ground.

"Whoah, sorry there. Are you alright?" Somepony offered her a hoof up.

Twilight was just about to accept the stranger's help when she looked up at him. Her heart froze into a chilly ice block. Her instincts bypassed her numb mind, sending her into a panicked retreat. She scrabbled onto her hooves and ran.

"H-hay! Wait! What's wrong?!" The royal guards shouted after her. Unfortunately, guards had instincts of their own, hardwiring them into pursuing escaping ponies. "A-after her!" Twilight could only squeak in fear as an entire squadron of royal guards broke into full war-gallop behind her. Her wings restrained by her saddlebags, her eyes blinded by tears, she could only hope her hooves could carry her far enough away from these dungeons before they gave way.

Author's Notes
Stay tuned for a sneak-peek of the next Clocktower Scenes chapter - The Communal Cum Baths. The sneak-peek is below the page break.

In case anyone's curious, the rules marked on Rose's chest are as follows:

This slave vows to, in this order,
1. Preserve this property above all else
2. Not allow this property to be harmed
3. Care for this property for Master
4. Better herself and her lot for Master
5. Communicate her needs and wishes for Master
6. Endeavour to be happy and content
7. Strive to fulfill Master's every wish
8. Use this property to please Master

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Sneak-Peek - The Communal Cum Baths
The hexagonal room was grandiose in every way, from its lofty ceiling to the sides that were only barely measurable by the many rows of pillars holding it up. It was warm, with the telltale steamy whiffs of the hot spring water warming up its walls and floors. But the vast hexagonal pit at its center did not contain spring water. No, it contained cum-hungry slaves, their cum-drenched bodies wading in a thick pool of hot stallion seed and fresh mare cum. They moaned helplessly as they desperately worked their hooves in and out of their pussies as if seeking to fill their starving wombs with more and more cum. The ones that managed to make it to the sides of the bath would use their one free hoof to claw desperately at the high cum-stained mirror walls, pleading and begging for the masked ponies watching above to feed and bathe them with more fresh cum. The masked ponies would pleasure themselves as they watched the helpless slaves before, occasionally obliging and showering the desperate mares with their cum. Vacuum-sealed glory holes lined the one-way-mirror walls, some high above, forcing the slaves to scrabble against the slippery walls to reach it. Some were beneath the cum's surface, forcing the slaves to submerge their muzzles in the creamy pool to suckle on the cocks and stuff their mouths into the pussies they so craved.

Occasionally a fresh slave would be herded to a plank. The mare would quiver with both fear and excitement as she was made to gaze down at her imminent baptism of cum. Then, with little fanfare, the masked ponies would toss her into the vat of lust. The poor mare would have moments to surface and take a breath of air before her fellow slaves surround her, restrain her and latch onto her like sharks hungry for fresh meat. The sharks would press their cum-filled mouths to the poor slave's lips, cunny and ponut, filling her up as they bathed her thoroughly in seed and made her one of them. A few unfortunate slaves would be trussed up in a sling or placed in body-cages, suspended mere inches above the cum pool's surface as punishment, forcing them to beg and plead her fellow slaves in the pool to bathe her and feed her starving holes with the cum she so craved. Stairs guarded by metal gates allowed the slaves escape from the cum bath, but only at the mercy of their masters and mistresses. Occasionally, generous masked ponies would cast a fishing pole with a cock-shaped lure clearly labelled 'Contraceptive Potion'. They would smile and watch as mares in heat leaped at it like hungry trout, their mouths biting down on nothing but cum as their fisher-ponies led them on a merry chase around the pool, taunting them with the only escape from their imminent impregnation.