“Congratulations, 614-Cog,” said the pleasant female voice, “you have reached quota. Prepare for cool down cycle.” Twilight breathed a sigh of relief at the words, even as the treadmill beneath her hooves began to slow down. The pastoral scene that had been pictured in her visor for the past two hours began to be overlain with the words ‘Cool Down’, and over the next few minutes Twilight was allowed to slow herself down from a trot, to a walk and finally, stop.

This had been her routine for the past three days. Four hours of walking on a treadmill at various paces, broken into two hour shifts, interspersed with four hours of channeling magic, also broken into two hour shifts. Between each two hour period she was fed and watered via the tube leading into her stomach and allowed to rest while ‘The Voice’—as she had come to call it—reminded her to listen and obey, that to obey was to be good and that to be good was to be rewarded. 614 liked being rewarded.

I am not Six One Four, Twilight reminded herself sternly, as she shook her head to clear it of the thoughts the constant conditioning was trying to place within her. Though my body is now caged, my mind will be the key to my freedom. Twilight repeated the mantra to herself five times, completely breathing out at the end of each repetition, reinforcing the line of mental defence.

Flim and Flam aren’t just trying to condition me into accepting what they’ve done, thought Twilight. They want me as an unthinking animal. A barely sentient pony grateful to her owners for simple food and water. I wonder when they stopped looking at those around them as ponies and started looking at them as things to be used. Twilight’s reverie was interrupted as the Voice spoke to her again.

“614-Cog,” said the Voice in her ears, “you have been an obedient pony. Obedient ponies are good ponies, good ponies are rewarded. You have earned a reward. Flam has offered to conduct an early employee review with you. Or you may carry out an extra two hour shift to credit to your account. Or you may receive Reward Mode one.”

The Voice paused to give the captive pony a moment to consider her options, then said, “To select employee review, stomp a hoof twice. To select extra work, take two steps forward. To select Reward Mode, take two steps back.” Twilight thought over her choices for a moment and then made her decision, stomping her left front hoof down twice.

“You have selected the employee review,” said the Voice. “To confirm, stomp a hoof twice.” Doing as asked Twilight stomped her hoof twice.

“Employee review confirmed,” said the Voice, even as Twilight’s suit made a ripple along her spine that made it feel like she was being stroked from mane to dock. “614-Cog is a good pony. Good ponies are rewarded.” Although Twilight could not see past the image her helmet’s visor was still showing in front of her eyes, she could hear the whirring sound of something approaching her and could feel the vibration of gears. A moment later she exhaled in surprise as something clamped onto her body behind her shoulders and ahead of her hips.

It must be that claw, thought Twilight, even as she felt herself being lifted and carried through the air. She made no attempt to fight against the claw as she knew its grip was implacable and after about a minute Twilight again felt something solid beneath her hooves.

“Please don’t struggle, 614,” said a familiar voice. “614’s records show that she has been obedient recently, but 143 has seen all the tricks.” Twilight felt something being done to the helmet on her head and then it was lifted away. She looked around as her eyes began to process her actual surroundings for the first time in three days. She was no longer in Flim and Flam’s vehicle, but rather in some huge, cavernous building. Banks of ponies were all around her, helmeted, collared and sealed in suits similar to Twilight’s. Some of the ponies were pacing away on treadmills, some were channeling either unicorn or pegasus magic. Ahead, Twilight could see other ponies, suited like she was, working at huge machines for some unknown purpose.

In front of Twilight, facing away from her, was a unicorn wearing the now ubiquitous suit and tight metal collar. “143” was stamped on the collar the azure blue unicorn in front of her was wearing and as the pony levitated a pair of wire cable leads she turned and Twilight recognized the face of Trixie Lulamoon.

“143 thanks 614 for not trying to struggle or fight,” said Trixie, locking the leads to either side of Twilight’s collar. Twilight noticed that the leads were in turn locked to either side of Trixie’s own collar and Twilight doubted very much that Trixie had the ability to unlock any of the cables from their attachment points.

“614 will follow 143 when the claw releases 614,” said Trixie, or ‘143’ as she referred to herself. “143 realizes that 614 is stronger than 143 and could easily overpower 143. 614 is advised not to do so as 143’s dead weight would hamper any escape attempt, which would fail and thus result in punishment.” Trixie paused, paced a step forward until she was nose to nose with Twilight and in a very quiet voice said, “Please be good, they would punish me as well if you tried to run, and 143 doesn’t know if she could stand another punishment.”

The claw released Twilight, and lifted up and away. 143/Trixie busied herself by unsnapping the connection points for Twilight’s air line’s and feeding tubes. Twilight found she was able to breath through the large tube that was still held in her mouth by the muzzle she wore. As Trixie finished securing Twilight’s feed lines Twilight reached out and placed her hoof on Trixie’s shoulder. The azure mare froze at the contact, looking first at the hoof on her shoulder and then at Twilight who nodded and smiled at Trixie. Trixie wasn’t able to see the smile through the muzzle Twilight wore of course, but she understood the gesture Twilight was making.

“143 thanks 614 for her understanding,” said Trixie. “Please, follow 143.” Turning back, Trixie began to lead off and Twilight, keeping the unspoken promise she had made to the showmare, followed meekly along, ensuring that she kept the lead lines between her and her guide somewhat loose. Trixie lead the two-mare coffle off of what was a work floor and into what was likely an administration area. The pair walked down a long corridor made of dark wood and dim lights which ended at a very sturdy door guarded by a pair of heavily armed and armored guard ponies. The ponies trained a pair of weapons on Trixie and Twilight as they approached and Trixie came to a halt ten feet away from the ponies, her hooves stopping on a red line painted on the floor.

“143-Admin escorting 614-Cog for employee review,” said Trixie, without any sort of prompting from either guard. The guards consulted a list in front of them and must have liked what they heard, because they snapped their weapons up to a guard position as the door opened up and light spilled into the corridor from the room beyond. Trixie led Twilight past the guards and through the door into a brilliantly lit room. As the door closed behind Twilight, Trixie stopped again and re-announced herself and Twilight to the room’s lone occupant.

The room itself was very well appointed, as luxurious as anything Twilight had seen used by Princess Celestia. The floor and walls had been built from a warm, dark wood that gleamed where it had been oiled and waxed to a high polish. The floor had a long, deep red carpet leading from the door to the foot of a great wooden desk that stood at the room’s far end, some twenty paces away. A light stand stood in each corner of the room shedding brilliant golden light which illuminated several paintings that Twilight recognized from the Canterlot Museum of Art. The ceiling was a single mural made of precious and semi-precious stones depicting Flim and Flam standing on a mountain top overlooking all of Equestria.

A tug on Twilight’s collar took her attention from the room around her, back to what was directly in front of her. She followed in Trixie’s wake as she was lead up the carpet toward the desk, where she could see Flam sitting. As she was drawn close to the desk Twilight realized that it had been hewed and carved from the trunk of a single massive apple tree. She had seen enough of what apple wood looked like at Sweet Apple Acres not to recognize it now.

Trixie pulled Twilight to within a few paces of the desk at what must have been a designated spot, then with practiced smoothness, knelt in front of the desk. The tethers linking the two mares pulled downwards on Twilight and she decided to go along with the situation and knelt herself. As she did, she heard Shining Armor’s voice in her head. After what he had gone through with Chrysalis, Shining Armor had spent several evenings with Twilight, making sure she would have the preparation he had not, in case she ever found herself in a similar situation.

“If you are a captive and escape isn’t an immediate option,” Shining had told her, “always do your best to appear less capable, and less intelligent than you actually are. Obey your captors, do anything they ask of you, say anything you think they want to hear from you. Let your enemies make the mistake of underestimating you and your chance will come.”

Thanks BBBFF, thought Twilight, and she bowed her head low in subservience until her bound horn touched the floor just behind the cornflower and cerulean waterfall of Trixie’s tail. Twilight felt some fiddling at her collar and flicked her eyes over to see a new pair of tethers lift from the floor and attach, even as the lines binding her to Trixie were released.

“Return to your scheduled work, 143,” said Flam. “You’ll be called when it’s time for 614 to return to her place.”

“143 understands,” said Trixie, who stood up from in front of Twilight and walked from the room. Twilight kept her head and eyes down, deliberately keeping a submissive posture.

“614-Cog,” Flam said, and Twilight could hear sheets of paper being moved back and forth. “Joined us three days ago, had some mild nullstone poisoning, since cured. Hmm, says here you had to be disciplined thirty-six times on your first day of work.” Twilight remembered. The disciplining shocks had been brutal, but the complete loss of control over her body when the suit directly stimulated her muscles had been worse.

“The next day, 614,” continued Flam, “you worked hard, made quota and then did extra work. Today, you also made quota.” Twilight could hear papers being set back down on the desk. “You seem to have gotten used to your new position with remarkable speed,” said Flam. “So, I wanted to have a chat with you, 614.” Twilight decided to take a risk and looked up.

Flam had set down his sheaf of papers and was looking at Twilight with an intent gaze. Like his brother before him, Flam seemed to be entranced by the ripple and flow of Twilight’s healthy physique. Particularly as it was set off by the skin tight glossy black suit that was locked onto the mare’s body. Rendered mute by her muzzle and tubes all Twilight could do was tilt her head and return his regard. Flam himself was in good shape for a business pony. Not over muscled, not overweight, but a nice middle ground of active maturity.

“Would you like to be allowed to talk, 614?” asked Flam. Twilight gave a firm nod in answer.

“Will you be obedient? Will you be good?” asked Flam. In answer, Twilight again bowed her head in full obeisance to show her submission. The seconds stretched by as Flam seemed to be undecided on what he should do.

C’mon Mr. Bad Pony, thought Twilight. You’ve got an alicorn in bondage, on her knees in front of you and being submissive. Be a little nice to her and she might be a little nice to you. Then, Twilight heard the scrape of Flam’s chair on the floor as he pushed it back, having made his decision.

“614 suit,” said Flam as he began to walk around his desk, “lock.” As Flam said that last word Twilight felt the suit around her become completely rigid, locking her in place and ensuring she couldn’t move a hoof. “Lift your head 614,” said Flam. Twilight tilted her head, and she saw Flam’s magic grasp the three lines that were threaded deep within her.

“Breathe normally, no matter what,” Flam said, “and try to relax.” Then, with skill born of practice, Flam pulled the air and feeding tubes from his captive in one smooth motion. Twilight coughed and sputtered as best she could from the sensations as she felt her vocal cords slamming shut, after having been held open for three days straight. It felt good and Twilight hummed from the sheer joy of being able to make a sound through her mouth again.

“Almost done, 614,” said Flam, as he set the tubes aside on his desk. His horn lit anew and Twilight could see his aura playing over the straps on the muzzle holding her mouth closed. The straps released, and Flam drew the large tube that protected Twilight’s airway from her mouth. “Don’t try to talk yet,” said Flam in a warning tone. Twilight nodded her compliance to Flam, and she settled for working her stiff jaw. Flam stroked her head and mane while she did, making what sounded like soothing noises. After a minute or so, he stopped and levitated over what appeared to be a glass of milk with a straw in it.

“Drink this, it will help your throat feel better,” he said, holding the straw to her mouth. Twilight didn’t need to be told twice, she took the straw in her mouth and pulled on it greedily. The cool, smooth relief of the milk felt wonderful sliding down her throat and Flam held the glass in place as the captive mare in front of him finished the drink. Twilight could see his eyes taking on a predatory gleam as he watched her throat work.

“There you go,” he said, finally, pulling away the now empty glass. “Now then, 614, we are going to keep this simple. I’m going to let you ask a few questions, and I’m going to ask you a few questions. You should know, this isn’t something we usually do, but running across a random alicorn isn’t something that happens every day. So, tell me the truth, and I’ll do the same. I think you know what will happen if you lie.”

“Yes, Master,” said Twilight, keeping up the submissive pose, “614 won’t lie.” Two seconds later Twilight cried out in pain as Flam had the suit shock her via a control on his desk.

“That was a warning, 614,” said Flam. “I know you aren’t that trained yet. And don’t call me ‘Master’, ‘Sir’ will do just fine.”

“Yes sir,” stammered out Twilight as the pain receded. “Sorry sir, I just thought that is how you wanted me to talk.”

“Not until you mean it,” said Flam. “First question, are you really an alicorn? Or some sort of strange hybrid.”

“I’m an alicorn,” said Twilight, in answer. “I ascended a few years ago after I completed a spell of Star Swirl the Bearded. May I ask a question now, sir?”

“Normally, I would say ‘yes’ and count that as the question,” said Flam. “But I’m a generous pony. Ask your question.”

“What, exactly, do you have locked onto my body?” asked Twilight.

“Oh, you are a smart one, aren’t you?” asked Flam, rhetorically. “You’re wearing a genuine Flim Flam Biosuit™. It’s made from a living latex that monitors your vital signs, can move your body for you if needed, and it will protect you from most hazardous environments, including a combat environment. The suit feeds itself from your own body heat and magic, and it uses your own discarded fur, skin and, fluids to repair and replenish itself. The collar locked to your throat, as you’ve likely guessed, is the control unit for the suit. Once bonded to its wearer, which takes about a day, the suit can remain in place forever. Over time it will adapt itself more and more to the pony wearing it, enhancing their strength, speed, endurance and overall health.”

“That’s incredible,” said Twilight, looking down at her body. “May I move a bit, sir?”

“Of course, dear. 614 suit, unlock,” said Flam, and the suit released its implacable grip on the alicorn. “Now for my question, young alicorn. I want to buck you, long and hard, what do you say?”

“Depends, sir,” said Twilight, as she regained her hooves and flexed her limbs. The tethers on either side of her collar pulled taut reminding her that she was still a captive. To outright refuse Flam could be dangerous, but to simply give in to what was essentially rape was anathema. But the way Flam was going about this was odd. He had the power to simply *take* what he wanted from Twilight's body and had arranged things so that he had that level of power over her. Perhaps she could find a middle ground by framing things in a context Flam could understand and relate to. “What’s in it for me?” she asked.

“Hah!” exclaimed Flam, barking a laugh. “A pony after my own heart. What would you like in exchange?”

“Well,” said Twilight thinking frantically, “I’m fairly sure that ‘let me go’ isn’t an option.”

“No,” said Flam, with a chuckle. “A contract is a contract. You are physically and legally bound to us. At least for now.”

“If I gave myself to you, fully,” said Twilight, looking up at Flam. “Would that be enough payment to fulfill my contract?”

“To be honest,” said Flam, “no. It would buy you about a quarter of your debt though.” Flam’s horn lit and Twilight could hear buttons being pressed on the suit remote he had there. To Twilight’s intense relief her suit didn’t begin to shock her. Instead, it made that rippling motion down her spine. From the base of her neck, down to her dock. It felt as if somepony was running their hoof down her back, all the way.

“What are you doing?” said Twilight, as the motion repeated and she felt her breath growing a little quicker.

“Negotiating, 614,” said Flam, grinning. “You always use every advantage you have in a negotiation.” Some more button sounds and Twilight began to feel light pinches moving down her body. They felt as if...somepony was kissing their way down her body. It felt good and Twilight hummed in appreciation.

“Ah...okay,” said Twilight, ignoring the sensations and the beginnings of warmth in her sealed nethers. “I don’t want to be bucked, but I do want to be allowed to actually eat and drink.” More clicking sounds came from the desk and the rubbing and kissing sensations moved to her flanks and inner thighs. The feelings began to move from pleasant to arousing and she could feel the first flickers of desire begin to grow in her.

“Is that all, my little alicorn?” asked Flam, his grin widening.

“No,” said Twilight, shifting her weight from side to side. “Unless it has to be done to preserve my life, no air lines and no tubes shoved into me. G...gag me, muzzle me, bit and bridle me if you have to, but at least let me control my breathing.” More clicks and now it felt like the invisible stallion was licking her lower lips. Light, teasing strokes, that started getting her warm and wet. Twilight could feel herself begin to clench around the probes inside her holes.

I can’t be enjoying this, thought Twilight feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment as her body reacted to the stimulation and she heard herself moan in arousal. But...it...it feels so good. Does this mean I want to be a slave, a controlled thing, some sort of pet?

“I’m willing to compromise and give you what you ask for, 614,” said Flam, and Twilight opened her eyes to see that the stallion in front of her was becoming aroused. “But you had better make it worth my while.” He adjusted a few more controls and Twilight gasped as the suit sucked on her clit and the probes in her both began to vibrate.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” moaned Twilight as the fire in her depths grew, she could feel her passages beginning to leak fluids that were quickly being absorbed by the suit. Her embarrassment at her reaction and arousal was growing. “Forgive me, Celestia. A proper mare could resist this, she thought with desperate shame. I’m a wanton mare, a slut, a whorse. A shudder ran through her body as her core muscles began to clench and pull against the probes inside of her. Despair crept deeper into Twilight’s thoughts, but then, a memory came to her. Shining Armor, sitting on a couch with her, having their first talk together after weeks of counseling. As he calmly talked about the things Chrysalis had made him do, and done to him, while he had been under her thrall.

“Cady taught me to never feel ashamed of what we do, if a bad pony toys with our body,” Shining had told her. “You know better than most that we can’t prevent what happens if certain nerves of a pony are stimulated. It’s nothing we have control over. So, whether a captor give you pain or pleasure, let your body react to it and accept it, but don’t let it affect your core. Never let it change who you are, deep inside.” Twilight looked up again and saw Flam was just a stride away, lust evident in the way he was studying every motion and moan that was coming from her. Yes, she remembered what her brother had said, and she would accept the stimulation of her pleasure centers and just maybe she could use that acceptance to manipulate Flam a bit as well.

“Come...come here, sir,” said Twilight, huskily. “You’re making me feel sooo good. Let me make what I ask for worth your while.” Flam took a step forward and Twilight reached out as far as she could and gently began to slide her hoof back and forth across the stallion’s sheath. His breath hissed in pleasure as Twilight continued her stroking. As she did, she could feel his length hardening and thickening. As his stallionhood began to emerge from his sheath the plugs within her continued to hum and vibrate, driving her pleasure ever higher.

“Oh, there it is,” said Twilight as she sent a breath toward the length, which stiffened even further in response. “You know, you can put your forehooves on my shoulders, if you like.” Flam began to do that, but then stepped back, his shaft bobbing with the motion.

“You even think of trying anything and...” he began.

“Sir,” interrupted Twilight, “you have me bound in my own personal latex prison and collared in steel. You can take me down with a word and I have not one, but two leashes holding me in place. I think you can take a little risk.” She paused, sending a smoldering look at Flam and said, “Besides, this suit is getting me awfully worked up.”

“All right then,” said Flam, rearing up as he came forward again, his forehooves coming down on Twilight’s shoulders, his maleness now directly in front of Twilight’s muzzle. Twilight immediately gave the underside of Flam’s flare a gentle slow lick which drew an instant gasp of pleasure from the stallion. Twilight considered for a moment, Cadance had told her of many ways to please a stallion, this would be a chance for her to put some of that theory to practical use.

Twilight slowly drew the broad, flat surface of her tongue along Flam’s shaft, from balls to head and if anything it became harder and thicker, the medial ring swelling and growing. Flam kept himself clean it seemed, as there was little smell and the taste wasn’t bad at all. Twilight began to massage Flam’s ball sack as she again ran her tongue along the shaft, curling it in the gap by his flare and this time she also drew out a few small drops of pre. She found herself savoring the small spike of salty flavour.

“Oh my, 614,” gasped Flam. “Alicorns really can do everything better, can’t they?”

“We sure can,” said Twilight and then she gasped herself, as the probes in her intimate holes began to work in and out again in that reciprocating motion that had so overwhelmed her before. Once again, the nerve rich, thin wall of flesh between her two passages was being stroked into a fiery flame of pleasure and Twilight immediately began to feel her reason fray. That fraying reason, as much driven lust, prompted her to take the head of Flam’s cock into her mouth.

She began to work her mouth down the shaft, an inch down, all the way back up and then back down a bit further. She moved further and further down his length, sliding up and down and Flam began to moan in rhythm with her strokes. She could taste the saltiness as she milked more and more pre from the cock in her mouth. With the suit working her toward orgasm it felt good to give pleasure to Flam. It felt right to have him in her mouth and she moaned around the shaft on her tongue.

“614, ah...ah,” Flam panted as Twilight worked him closer to his orgasm by sealing her lips around Flam and sucking, even as she pulled herself all the way off his shaft. She panted for a few moments and as she caught her breath, the plugs inside her did something new. As they vibrated and moved in and out of her in alternating strokes, they also began to twist on their long axis.

“That’s…oh sweet Celestia,” moaned Twilight. “You...unhh” The sensations overwhelmed her as the storming inferno of lust and desire burned away thought, seared away reason as Twilight world narrowed down to the cock in front of her. She wanted to rip the plugs out of her and feel the stallion over her slam himself into her and fill her to his hilt, claiming her like the primitive stallions of old would claim their mates. Only a slim thread of determination kept her from begging for exactly that from Flam, and she plunged her mouth onto his shaft, bobbing her head up and down like a mad thing.

“Oh...oh...good...mare…,” Flam’s breath was coming in ragged gasps now as Twilight’s efforts dragged him toward his own climax. “Good...damn...mare.” Twilight was taking him in all the way to his medial ring now, her hooves stroking ring and balls, both. Then, Flam stiffened, his frame locking, his cock becoming like an iron bar as his flare spread wide and her mouth was filled with full pulsing flows of his seed. The taste of the salty, creamy cum washed away the last bitterness of the tube that had been on her tongue for three days. Twilight pulled, sucked and swallowed for all she was worth on Flam’s cock, and was rewarded again as Flam arched his back, thrusting himself deep into her mouth as he came a second time.

Even more salty creaminess flowed into her mouth and as she pulled it down as well, the last barrier inside her was burned away and her mind went white as the suit’s manipulations broke her own orgasm upon her. Waves of shuddering pleasure rolled over and over across her body. All four of her limbs quivered and shook, the trembling rolling over head as she moaned and shuddered over Flam’s stallionhood. Which triggered yet a third orgasm in the business pony, who reacted by pumping the very last dregs of his essence into Twilight’s soft mouth, and she swallowed those last drops through sheer instinct alone. Spent, both mare and stallion collapsed to the floor, muscles still twitching in the aftermath of the cataclysms that had rocked their frames.

Slowly, over the course of minutes, the two ponies recovered. Flam staggered over to his desk and grabbing a pair of water bottles from his desk, made his way back over to Twilight. He sucked on one of the bottles even as he upended the second against Twilight’s mouth so she could drink and each of them drained their bottle in seconds. Both of them were still breathing heavily and Flam sat beside Twilight, stroking her mane as she lay beside him, as if she was some sort of pet cat.

“That was really something, 614,” said Flam. “I would say you held up your end of our bargain.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Twilight, content to simply remain lying in place while her muscles recovered. “When might I be allowed to eat?”

“Give me a few more minutes,” said Flam, rising up. “I’ll have 143 take you to the commissary for some food and then back to your workstation. I have to say, I’m glad you didn’t let me buck you. Considering what you can do with your mouth, I might not have survived the experience.”

Thank you for all those ‘girl talk’ sessions, Cadance, thought Twilight. Aloud she asked, “If I’ve performed well, might it be possible to get a transfer? Perhaps to administration?” Twilight got herself to her knees and wiped off the sides of her mouth of the little residue that remained of Flam’s pleasure.

“I think that can be arranged,” said Flam, getting behind his desk again. “It will be a day or two for the paperwork to go through.” He pushed a button on his desk and said, “Send 143 in for escort.”

“614 thanks you,” said Twilight, and she saw the gleam in Flam’s eye as she spoke in the third person.

“By the way, 614,” said Flam as Trixie walked in through the door, cable leads looped around her neck. “Flim and I never did ask you, what was your name?”

“Twilight Sparkle,” said Twilight nodding to Trixie as she locked her leads to Twilight, only to shrink back as a sudden, furious rage covered Flam’s face.

“What. Did. You. Say?” asked Flam, enunciating each word with deliberation. Trixie backed up to the length of the tethers, trying to hide from the anger coming off of the business pony and covered her head with her hooves.

“Twilight Sparkle,” Twilight repeated, in a questioning voice. “My name, sir, was Twilight Sparkle.” Flam looked like he was about to leap over the desk and attack her, but then he seemed to pull himself back from the brink and visibly calmed himself while smoothing his features back to a near neutral expression.

“I see,” said Flam, in a voice of such calm, it was almost frightening. “614, I would suggest that you never mention that name to my brother. He might not find it as...amusing as I do. 143, take 614 to the commissary. The two of you are permitted one hour before you need to return to your quarters.” Then he unlocked the floor tethers from Twilight’s collar. Trixie supplicated toward Flam again and then tugged Twilight into following her, all without speaking a word.

Over the next fifteen minutes as the pair walked through the vast complex, Twilight tried to engage the mare leading her in conversation, but Trixie would have none of it. Twilight could see she had been shaken to her core by Flam’s anger, even though it hadn’t been aimed at her. Finally, they passed through a large doorway labeled ‘Commissary’. The place was completely empty even though it was clear the room had been made to allow for a great many ponies to eat at once.

Trixie grabbed a couple of trays with her magic and placed what appeared to be a pair of boxed meals and juice boxes on them. Twilight had no choice but to follow in her wake, unable to channel even a spark of magic giving her no option but accept whatever Trixie picked out for her. Finally, Trixie sat them down at a bench, trays on the attached metal table, tethers dangling between them. As she looked at the boxed meal on the tray in front of her, Twilight decided that this was the moment to finally get some answers.

“So, tell me Trixie. How did two ordinary business ponies become a pair of Equestria dominating sociopaths?”

Just a note here in case it wasn't clear in the above chapter...

Twilight's feeling pleasure and orgasming from the suit's ministration in no way makes what Flam did with her any less vile. People being raped can orgasm, this is documented. It doesn't make it any less rape, it doesn't mean the person was "into" it or that they wanted what happened in any way, shape or form. It simply means that the body's nerves were stimulated against the person's will. Rape counselors often tell victims that their body reacting to being violated is a survival mechanism, nothing more, and they should never feel shame for surviving.

We clear on that? Good.

So, things are moving along for Twilight, in several directions. Also, during the writing of this chapter some suggested that Twilight take 143 with her should Twilight manage to escape. What do you think?

Also, a couple of notes on other items. There may be some inconsistent formatting. This is due to my writing in LibreOffice, copy/pasting to Google Docs so my editors can have at it, and then copy/pasting here to FimFiction. My editors and I try to catch where things get reformatted, but occasionally things get past us.

Also, say "Hi!" to Javarod who edited this chapter. They are pretty good and I am damn lucky to have both them and Door Belle willing to read and edit my scribblings.