From the sideline position of his folding chair, Pathfinder locked his eyes on the stage, the dim light just enough to make out the silhouettes in the room. Whatever show Schorl had planned for her guests was about to start, and the pegasus was just as curious about what the headmistress of the Society was going to do as any of the members.

As things were set up in the darkness, his sharp eyes spotted several figures moving from the back of the stage. His ears could detect the sound of hooves against wood and the rattling of metal links tingling together, even over the sea of murmurs made by the other attendees. It seemed like the crystal mare was going to display some loathsome, sadistic tendencies for the club, something which everypony in the room not wearing a collar would surely applaud her for. That was what he expected, but when a set of spotlights flashed on, Path got something completely different.

In a shimmering barrage of sparkles, the light projected at the front of the stage revealed a crystal mare standing there. Path had missed Schorl in the darkness, her deep purple, translucent form blending in with the shadows perfectly. But now, in the light, she was the most visually striking thing in the room as it refracted through her body, only being blocked by the sequined evening gown she wore that matched the color of her flesh perfectly. The spotlights dimmed a little after, as the spectacular shimmering was a bit much for onlookers, but this dazzling moment captured the attention and stunned all who witnessed it, bringing the room to sheer silence. With all other mouths now stifled, the crystal unicorn stepped forward to a microphone standing in front of her, took it in her hands, and put her lips up to the device.

“A long, long time ago, I had my own kingdom. Was a beautiful, lovable, princess.~” She started, singing with a voice that Path was surprised came from this villainous figure. It was sorrowful, but sweet, echoing of both pain and, somehow, a sense of longing. “But he cast a shadow, shrouded so dark, cause it to fade away~. But honey, now the turn is miiinnneee~”

With the finishing of her intro, a musical accompany filled the room. A jazzy, somewhat upbeat tune that felt completely different from the mood she had been setting before. What Path had believed was going to be a somber recounting of old wounds turned a complete one-eighty, with both the music and the growing smile on Schorl’s face making it feel more like a celebration of the sorrows she was previously speaking of.

“Three, two, one,” she said, removing the mic from its stand while counting down with the fingers on her other hand, each number bringing another spotlight to life.

The first two revealed in this manner were some mature looking mares, a pair of unicorns each with their own microphones, followed by a lime green earth stallion with greenish, blue hair, looking to have just reached adulthood. Each of these new additions to the act had nothing on but a collar, indicating their slave status, with the nervous looking male having a chain attached to his collar that led out to where Schorl was standing. From the look on this stallion’s face, the way he used his hands to cover his cock sheath like his privates were at stake, and that chain leading to danger, Path could tell his part in this was not going to be mere display.

With a quick grasping of her hand at what looked to be nothing, Schorl took hold of the other end of the stallion slave’s chain and reeled him in over to her, forcing him to stand next to her as she continued her performance, stepping side to side and swaying her hips as she resumed singing.

“A night mare made of crystal, hid from the sun~. Looks like Sandbar’s got a little date, let’s have some fun~.” The crowd applauded briefly as the show ramped up to the actual meat of the performance, and the reveal of Schorl’s victim for the evening. With a pleased smile, Schorl tugged this young male’s leash again, forcing him to look her eye to eye. “We got lots to do, little servant boy, to make you completely mine~. To make the perfect slave colt~,” She sung, running her free hand gently, seductively slow across his hardened shaft, before grasping it with the tips of her fingers, digging her nails into sensitive, exposed flesh, “Some sin must be done~.”

The young male winced, but was too afraid to pull away. Path felt the stallion on stage could overpower the crystal mare, if he had to, but here he was pretty much letting Schorl have her way with him. Then again, what would he do in this situation after he tried such a thing, surrounded by members and with Schorl’s minotaur bodyguard no doubt close by watching everything?

To Sandbar’s relief, Schorl released her painful grip almost as quickly as she started it, turning away from him while giving him a bit of slack, and to Path’s surprise, a bit of the sorrow and longing from the start of the song returned to the crystal unicorn’s voice.

“I was once told what to do and what to say~. I couldn’t escape~. Heeee got to chose the ending of my fate, and locked me away~”

And just as before, the moment of sorrow gave way to glee as Schorl’s saddened eyes turned to malice, and her sadistic smile returned as she slowly turned her attention back to the lime green stallion. If Path wasn’t watching closely to this act, he would have sworn two seperate mares were performing it.

“But noooot anymoooorrre~” she said, pulling Sandbar to her with a violent jerk, gripping his muzzle with her free hand to direct his vision to her more personally this time. “I’m in controool~. I have the stage~. I’m out of my cage~. Now, all eyes on me~!” While keeping her grip on both the stallion’s leash and muzzle, Schorl turned he own head to the audience, repeating her last line again in a very throaty manner as she shook her body provocatively, “All eyes on meee~”

At this point, the two unicorns in the back joined in, giving their own “Ba-dops~” and “Do-bops~” to the song, acting as the backup singers they were brought there to be, and dancing their own little forced jigs, showing how much they were being made to participate in this and how unnerved they were to be a part of the stallion’s abuse.

They might as well have not existed though, because as Schorl continued to sing, every eye in the room was locked on her and what she would do next, including Pathfinder’s. If there was one thing that he had to give to her, it was that she carried a certain cruel charisma about her that could not be ignored. This spectacle was just her putting that to full strength, exuding a magnetic aura of dominance and sadistic beauty most dominant females would be jealous of.

“So many experiments, that I wish to make~. To taunt and tease your flesh~. Till you’re my perfect slave~!”

Schorl sung, running her hands across the bare body of her captive, ending the last sentence of the verse with a rough scratch across his chest, using those long, sharp nails to cut through his fur straight to the skin underneath. Sandbar recoiled at this, which provoked more lyrics from the mare.

“You resist, with all of your will~. That’s something I aim to take~. My demons, they want you now, cause you’re the sacrifice they’ve claimed~.” With her expression changing to a bit of smugness, the crystal mare circled around the earth pony once, “Yoooouuuu want to say that you just can’t be tamed, and put me to shame~. Yoooouuuuu, think resolve will keep away the chains I’ll put in your brain~.”

Once Schorl made one full rotation around the stallion, ending up back at his front, the mood of the act dramatically shifted. The tune switched from up beat to one that cared a certain dread about it, and Schorl suddenly grasped the stallion by his skull, digging fingers in harshly as she once more aimed his face directly at hers. Her previous actions could be seen as playfully mean, at least by someone familiar with BDSM like Pathfinder, but this was just malicious.

“FOOOOCUS ON MEEEEE~!!!” she practically yelled at the poor earth pony, managing to match melody of the music despite her drastic change in attitude. Sandbar’s eyes went wide with terror as he stared at, from what Path could tell seeing the stallion’s reaction, the face of evil itself.

Schorl, easing up a bit, made her horn glow as if casting a spell, and for a split second, Path believed he could see the same dark purple energy that covered her horn in Sandbar’s eyes. With only a blink, any sign of that energy was gone, as was any of that malice that Schorl wore on her face just seconds before. As she went on with her song, she was looking quite pleased with herself, while Sandbar looked positively timid and unnerved.

“I’ll be aaaallll that you see~. I’ll make you sway~. You can’t run away~ All eyes on meeee~!”

With the stallion as emotionally beaten as he was, all Schorl had to do was give him a light push to cause him to fall backwards onto the stage, tripping over the wire of Schorl’s microphone that she had managed to wrap around his ankles during the performance. And like a predator playing with its food, the crystal mare hovered over the prone pony at her hooves before slowly going to her knees next to him, and then proceeded to lay herself across his frightened form.

“Yooouuu, don’t know what it’s like to slip away, in an ocean of pain~.” Schorl sang softly, the music and her touches following in suit as she caressed Sandbar’s face, which scared the stallion to no end. Even he had picked up on the pattern of what followed all of Schorl’s gentler gestures. “Cause heeeee, my king~... Drove me insaaaannnneeeee~!”

The beat picked up again, the song a disorganized mess of tempos and melodies that somehow fit together to make it incredible. It very much reflected Schorl herself in Path’s mind as, regardless of how terrible the things she was into were, the only way he could describe them was ‘incredible’, though not in the positive connotation the word usually held.

“But nooot anymooorrreee~!” sang Schorl, rising back to her hooves, holding one of the closer sections of Sandbar’s chain leash in her hand, “I’m in controool~!” she declared, pulling the subdued stallion so hard by the collar that he went from being on his back to landing on all fours. “I have the stage~! You have to obey~! Now, do as you’re told~!”

Setting a hoof on the back of the earth pony’s spine, Schorl affirmed his place under her by making him support most of her weight as she wrapped up her performance, leading into the final verse by saying “Once more, to the beat, boy.”

With Sandbar appearing dominated, Schorl took her eyes away from him, and instead looked outward to the crowd, addressing them directly instead of focusing on the slave stallion. “Fooocus on meee~! I’ll be aaaallll that they seeee~! I’ll make them sway~. No, can’t run away~! Now all eyes on me~! Now all eyes on, All eyes on me~!”

And with that, the song, as well as the punishing exhibition on the stallion on stage, came to a close. The music cut, and the lights brightened to illuminate the room to the way it was pre-performance. The members in the room, amazed by the show, gave their cheers and clapped their hands. Path, however, was speechless at what he had saw. The young, adult male had not been beaten or bruised in any extreme fashion. Even Pathfinder himself had suffered worse at the hands of the Society’s members by this point, but there was something… ‘brutal’ about what Schorl had done to him.

Just watching how Sandbar still shook with tears in his eyes as the crystal mare removed herself from his back showed that he had, in some manner, been mentally destroyed. As if the parts in the song aimed at the stallion had spelled out exactly what Schorl did to him, binding his mind to her whims. If that was seriously something Schorl could do, then she was not just sadistic, egotistical, and mad... She was outright scary.

At the very least, now that the song was done, so was the torture Sandbar had endured. That was, unless Schorl intended to do some sort of encore, but that didn’t seem likely. From Path’s perspective, it seemed like most members liked to plan out a single activity for their victims for the day, and often were done once that activity was finished. He was probably wrong, but this one and done approach was all he had experienced in his sessions so far. Luckily for the other stallion, it appeared to hold true this time too, as Schorl took a moment to say something to him before leading him off stage, Sandbar being made to crawl submissively behind her.

“What a fantastic performance by our headmistress,” said the club’s announcer, “What a beautiful voice. Now ready your eyes and ears for our follow-up act, an exclusive performance from one of the Society’s most famous slaves; Countess Coloratura!”

The curtains at the back of the stage spread apart, revealing the very pony that the announcer had introduced, wearing a lewd outfit made of black, see-through thigh high stockings and a similarly transparent skin tight fishnet leotard, as well as a rhinestone laiden collar locked around her throat. Unlike the last slave, she didn’t need to be dragged out, and even looked a little happy to be there. With no hesitation, fear or shame, she took the mic that Schorl had used before, and lustfully ran her tongue across the bulb on the top end of it as the music for her hit song ‘The Spectacle’ started playing.

Path hardly had time to take in the surrealism of this scene playing out before him, or think about how another famous pony like her could willingly end up as slave in this place, before somepony else reminded him of the position he was in.

A quick set of hands managed to flip up the skirt of the waitress uniform he was wearing, and took his cock in their grasp before the stallion was even aware it was happening. It was only when he felt a small, yet sizable, solid ball-shaped object that he became aware that he was under attack, and his eyes darted downward.

But by the time his eyes landed on the tip of his cock, a rather long bead wand was already being shoved slowly inside the tight hole on the top. The wand then pushed down into his shaft, it finding only a slight resistance that caused a mild feeling of discomfort for the pegasus.

“Stop!” he cried out reactively, reaching for the hand with the wand. The moment he did though, the wand was forced in at four times the strength, pushing in not only the first ball in completely, but the next two after it as well. This made Path yelp as he was suddenly and painfully penetrated for the third time in his life in the tightest hole his body had to offer.

“You brought it on yourself,” said Sweet Mint, the pony inserting the solid object inside Pathfinder’s penis, directly into his ear to overcome Coloratura’s performance, “The bead wand is for dropping the drinks and breaking Society property, and that thrust was for attempting to halt your punishment. Besides, if you hadn’t gotten hard from watching the mistress’ performance, I wouldn’t have been able to penetrate you so easily.”

Path blushed, he had been slightly turned on, but it was because of Coloratura’s appearance on stage in that sultry and revealing outfit, not Schorl’s abuse on Sandbar.

“Now then, if you try to stop me again, I’ll push the rest in all at once. Do you understand?”

Pathfinder held his hands up the the sides of his head, and nodded, not wanting to experience the same pain he felt during his run in with Whiplash again. If he was going to get through this without his urethra being sore for a week, he had to let the maid have her way.

Seeing Path’s compliance, reluctant as it was, Sweet Mint continued her task. Slowly, steadily, she slipped more and more of the beads into Path’s flesh pillar, the stiff staff still receiving a good majority of pain as each bead passed through. Path endured it though, as best as he could, his grunts and groans being drowned out by the pop music filling the room.

Eventually, every last bead on the wand found their way inside, large bumps bulging out from the lower part of the pegasus’ cock. Assuming it was over, Path tried to relax, but was stopped from doing so as the unicorn tightened her grip on his sex organ, squeezing her finger in between the valleys the beads now made in his urethra.

Path continued to try and not resist, and for the most part he was able to keep his composure despite his heart pound hard against the inside of his ribcage. That was until Mint used her other hand to twist the handle of the wand. At first he winced, anticipating that the balls inside him were going to rotate, but the maid’s grip was too strong to let them budge. Instead, the handle began to turn without the rest of the wand following, until eventually, the maid mare unscrewed it altogether from the device.

As the handle separated, fear inside Path ignited, “What did you do?!” he yelled at the maid, his mind conjuring ideas of the bead stick being stuck in there forever, or that it might actually try to go deeper inside him than it already was.

Sweet strengthened her grip a bit more, just momentarily to remind Path of the position he was in, “Be still,” she commanded, revealing another small object that looked like a tiny shackle that couldn’t possibly fit around the wrist of an adult pony, “I’ve been trained to do this sort of thing without complications, so long as I’m not interrupted.”

Sweet Mint took the opened metal loop and put it around the base of Path’s cock, slipping its width snuggly between the bead at the very bottom of the wand, and the next highest one up the rod. By squeezing the two ends of the band together to form a complete ring, the metal object locked in place, allowing Mint to remove her hand as it hugged Path’s stiff sex organ instead.

“There,” said the unicorn, running a finger along the newly formed bulges in his erect flesh, “That will make sure the beads stay put.”

Path winced as he was touched, mostly in pain, but in a small way he could feel a bit of pleasure from this, with his abused and stretched out meat able to take in the sensation of touch much more easily.

“Everything looks good, so now you can get back to work.” said Mint, standing herself up. “And this time, don’t drop anything.”

The maid walked away to return to whatever duties she had, and Path could only reluctantly comply with her orders. If he wanted to see Scylla, the pegasus had to do a good job, even while there was a large, invasive object in his dick forcing it to full erection. Getting out of his chair, the sissified stallion went to get a tray and return to taking orders for the Society members.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room in a private booth, Scylla was just finishing up on the cider she had been provided, managing to make it last through the entirety of Schorl’s performance, and was now onto her second glass which was graciously provided by her current client.

“I didn’t know that Coloratura did shows in a place like this,” Scylla said to the pegasus sitting next to her, the alcohol in her system loosening up her nerves a lot since she first came into the clubroom.

“She’s a new addition to the Society’s roster of performers” The pegasus said as he rubbed on Charming Tales’ clit liberally, the mare not taking any measures to prevent him as she leaned back and moaned near silently to herself. “Her master, Svengallop, has been having her do a show here about once a week in order to advertise her talents to potential business partners.”

“I bet lots of ponies will want to have her sing for them once they see her here,” Scylla replied innocently, not even realizing the heightened sexual nature of the pop star’s performance. As she watched the flashy earth mare rub her exposed form, touching her curves all over between lines of lyrics, it just looked like a normal act.

“Well there is that,” The pegasus said, dipping a few of his digits into Charming’s slickened slit, “But ponies can also order her for private sessions, just like yourselves.”

Taking his hands off of the mares for a moment, the pegasus stallion grabbed a laminated menu from the table. Turning a few of its pages, he placed the menu in front of the kelpie for her to peruse through. Scylla was confused at first, assuming it would just have a list of food or drinks inside, but when she took a moment to look at what it held, she instead found several pictures of ponies.

“See, she’s right here.” the pegasus said, pointing to a picture of Coloratura, “Any member here who wishes to have some free time with a pop sensation can do so at the cost of a modest fee.”

Taking a closer look at the menu as she took a large sip of her cider, Scylla examined a box filled with text next to the image of the mare. It listed a lot of things about Coloratura, like her height, breast size, likes, dislikes, and other such details to inform those who rented her out exactly what they were going to get. At the very bottom of the box though, was the price for her service, which made Scylla cough up her drink so fast that small amounts hit her gills, cause a burning sensation to occur and further obstructing her breathing.

After a small bit of sputtering, Scylla managed to choke out, “That’s more than I make in a year!”

The pegasus chuckled at the girl, “I would assume so. You expect a celebrity like her to make the salary of a commoner?”

That wasn’t what surprised Scylla so much, as a famous mare would surely be worth more than she was. What was amazing was that the total Scylla saw was for a mere two hours with Coloratura. Remembering that all money made by slaves went directly to their masters, whoever owned the pop star was making a small fortune each time she was requested. To think that you could make that much on prostitution was amazing, and even more so that the one performing the act never saw a bit of it. The idea of it made the kelpie a bit woozy, or perhaps that was her drink getting to her. Honestly she was starting to feel a bit of a buzz, but the kelpie was trying her best to keep it together.

“Hey look at this,” Charming Tale said, having confiscated the menu, “We’re both on the list too.”

The unicorn scooted closer to the pegasus beside her, as did Scylla, in order to get a better look at the menu together. The two of them had their own page, along with the other of the Society’s elements, showing them off as a set. Each of them were given similar description boxes, just like the other available slaves, but their images were not simple headshots like the rest.

From the looks of it, Schorl had gotten a professional illustrator to make drawings of the six Elements of Servitude, ones made with incredibly realistic features that presented each mare, and gryphoness, in a sexually stunning and alluring nude pose. Looking at her own illustrated self made Scylla blush a bit, as she was being depicted as being timidly sweet, while also very womanly in the setting they had placed her in.

Probably to fit the member’s expected ideals of a kelpie, Illustrated Scylla was in a wading pool, hanging onto the side with her breasts resting on the concrete floor around it. Her backside was lifted up via buoyancy, allowing her tail and backside to be in view, letting the members get a good look at all the better features of the aquatic mare at once. For something that was created by the Society, it was a very artistic depiction of Scylla’s naked body, one that she would have been more in awe of if she wasn’t a bit tipsy.

Instead, the kelpie’s eyes glanced over the image, and back to the price Schorl had put on her body. “Wow,” Scylla said, “That’s like a month’s worth of bits for an hour with me.” Scylla was amazed that her body was worth so much, seeing herself as not being all that special when it came down to it.

“You have to understand,” said the pegasus, bringing Scylla’s glass back in front of her face, to which she took a drink from without thinking, “You are not only an exotic creature, but a high class commodity.”

“Oh, stop.” Scylla replied, enjoying the flirting she was receiving much more than she should have, considering that the stallion only wanted her for her body.

“Well it’s true. No matter where you all came from, no matter what common occupation you might have had, here you are special. You are important property to be maintained and groomed to be the sex toys of sophisticated ponies such as myself. Thus, you’re worth the bits we put into you, in order for us to get the quality we demand from those who work to pleasure us.”

“But you’re really willing to pay that much for a prostitute?” Scylla asked aloud, accepting to some degree that the title indeed fit her role as a slave.

“My dear Submission,” the pegasus said, referring to Scylla by her element designation as he had been the whole night, “I make that kind of money or more in the course of a day, and one doesn’t pay five bits for a corner whore when they can get a luxury mare like yourself.”

Scylla felt her heart skip a beat, her inhibitions dulled enough for her to be pulled in by the pegasus’ attempts at charm. There was something pleasing, and somewhat romantic, about being told that she was valued, even if only as a sex slave. To this stallion, she was not just a map maker, but an attractive mare that he would pay a hefty amount of money so he could share a bed with her.

“The both of you might be some pony’s property,” said the pegasus, “But that doesn’t mean that you’re being treated as less than you were. On the contrary, you are being made into your ideal images, tempered and forged into the treasures that you are suppose to be.”

Scylla was enamoured with the idea of being treated like treasure, something precious that was sought after and even fought over for ownership. Her face scrunched up with excitement, believing in her inebriated state the pegasus really felt this way about her.

Charming Tale, on the other hand, was not as under the influence as her associate, and was able to tell that this was all just flowery words coming from a source that wanted to take advantage of the two of them. She had written his character plenty of times in her erotic stories, and never were they as smooth as their depictions would make one believe. Still, she was a character in one of those stories now, and she had to play her part as well.

“And what would you have pieces of treasure like us do?” She asked, pretending to have been overcome by the pegasus’ charm, pressing her bare chest against his, a few pieces of thick fabric all that separated them from full on contact, “Surely there is some fantasies you would want fulfilled by our forms.”

“Heh,” the stallion laughed, believing his plans were going along as he predicted, “Well there is something you two can do, if you’d like to earn a few more tip slips.” He pulled out a stack of the near worthless slave currency and waved them in front of the two mares like they were made of gold.

“I would love to make some more spending money.” Charming replied, not really wanting the slips, but instead wanting to build a reputation.

As the kirin explained before, popularity and desirability were the most valuable things a Society slave could have. If the Society members paid for your use, your master would make more money off you. The more money they made, the better they would treat you, and the more breaks you were likely to get. For a pony who could no longer truly own anything, these privileges were the greatest things they could possess, and thus should be sought after feverently.

“Well then… How about a little sample?” The pegasus said, a devious smirk forming on his face.

“A sample?” Scylla asked, not able to decipher his implications in her state.

The pegasus laid his stack of paper currency on the table, and without hesitation undid his pants in front of the two mares, revealing that he had no additional articles of clothing on underneath as his semi-swelled cock was exposed.

“Just a little demonstration of your talents,” the pegasus explained, “So I can see if it really would be worth renting either of you.”

With the stallion’s attention turned to Scylla, Charming made a disgusted expression as she examined the dick. It was covered with sweat, the moisture giving the appendage a glistening sheen when the lights from Coloratura’s act slid across it. It had probably not been washed at all that day, and the unicorn didn’t believe this male was expecting a hand job.

“So, you want me to do this?” Scylla questioned as she lowered her upper body down, greeting the meaty horse dick with her face. With no reservation, she opened her mouth and lapped at the sex organ like it was a popsicle. A small touch here, and longer lick there, daintily pushing at the male’s privates with her tongue in a random pattern of brief contact.

In response, the stallions penis rose up, its thick stiffness going to near maximum from Scylla’s teasing. His wings likewise flickered with each wet touch of the kelpie’s tongue, the span of them growing wide, as well did the smile on his face as his plans came to fruition.

“That’s a good slave,” said the pegasus, sliding one of the tip coupons off his stack to Scylla’s side of the table, before using the same hand to grip her by the mane. “But use that tongue for more than tapping.”

The strong grip of her hair was rough, but not nearly to the extent of roughness she was use to with Rubric. Compared to how uncaringly her minotaur master handled her, this was both gentle and a little thrilling, at least with her thoughts the way they were. So at the stallion’s command, Scylla took her tongue and ran it from the bottom of the flesh rod, all the way to the head of it. Going over bulging veins filled with warm blood, and bloated flesh muscle that was becoming as firm as stone, the kelpie eagerly covered her mouth organ in the grime and dirt that had accumulated on the member’s shaft over the course of an unknown amount of time. She found the flavor of it much more acceptable to her palate than that of the bovine cum she had been force fed straight from the tap as of late, which had far too potent a sexual flavor for a pony to stomach without feeling queasy.

With Scylla firmly held in the palm of his hand, both figuratively and literally, the pegasus looked to Charming, “Obedience, are you really going to let your friend here do all the work?” he asked, a slight irritation in his words.

Charming, as much as she didn’t want to, had to agree with the slaver stallion’s sentiments. As a slave, and one that should be doing her best to present herself as desirable, she was doing a piss poor job selling herself. She had to get into character, become the sex slave the members expected, and make her mark in their eyes. First impressions were everything, afterall.

Remember, Charming thought to herself as she joined her face with Scylla’s at the stallion’s crotch, You’re on vacation.

With that little bit of mental motivation, the unicorn got to work. Wrapping her fingers around the base of the pegasus’ cock, she took an unhesitated taste at his stallionhood. There was more coating his shaft than that mere sweat she had assumed was there before, as a strong, sour taste hit her tongue immediately upon making contact. She was right to assume it hadn’t been wash, but hadn’t concluded that in a place like this he might have already used one of the other slaves for his amusement, that was until now. There was no denying the distinct flavor of mare that hit her senses, reminding her of the times she had sampled of her own juices for ‘research’ in her writing.

That knowledge didn’t hinder her though, Charming effectively turning off any voices that would prevent her from pleasing this stallion orally. She matched every saliva filled slurp that her kelpie partner made, and did her one further by pressing her lips against the flesh in her hand, giving it an occasional light suck in between her loving licks. To some extent, she had to out do Scylla. As much as they were both victims, and friends, they were also rivals. If she allowed Scylla to one up her too much, then it would come back to her in the form of a displeased minotaur.

The pegasus looked very pleased from Charming’s new position, the expression he made telling that he felt entirely responsible for getting the two girls on his cock, and not holding it into account that this was just what the Society expected of their slaves. Following another thing the kirin said before, it appeared this member enjoyed the idea of being smarter than the two slaves he had manipulated into giving him a free blowjob. Not only that, but being the first to use not one, but two of the new Elements of Servitude must have added to the feelings of smug satisfaction he was experiencing. In his mind, Scylla and Charming were like shy, reserved creatures, that he easy made do this lewd acts with a little coaxing and charm. True or not, this perceived reality made him happy.

And while in his own world, he saw no reason not to take full advantage of it. With no real need to keep the slave’s heads in place, he decided to put his hands to delightfully devilish use. With their focuses on satisfying his shaft, he extended his arms out to reach for their nicely rounded asses. Placing his hands on the two mare’s plump cheeks, he liberally squeezed their posteriors in his palms. Both the mares made sounds of elation from his touches, but did not deter from their duty towards the dick in front of them.

Establishing their dedication to their role, the pegasus decided to test things even further. “Both of you, lift your tails.”

The mares did as they were told, holding their tails upwards as much as they could. Their obedience was almost as pleasurable as their touches, but the stallion wanted to take it another step further. Groping his way around their asses, his fingers made their way to the mare’s lower lips. With a light pinch of their labia, he pulled the fatty flaps apart to open the holes that led to their wombs. He couldn’t see it, but just picturing what it looked like as they clean his cock was enough.

Well, not quite enough, as there was still one more thing that he wanted to explore while he had a private audience with the two. First, he needed something from the girls. Just a small something that would make this all the more easy.

“You know, you two have been doing a very good job cleaning me off.” said the pegasus, rubbing his fingers against whatever bits of pussy flesh they could find, “But you both still don’t seem all that into it. I only feel a little bit of wetness down here.”

Charming admittedly was only just getting in the mood, but using some depraved thoughts on eroticism she had stored in her head and a fondling of her own modest breasts, she was able to get her juices flowing fairly easily. Scylla, on the other hand, was working herself to a state of moistness without any outside influencers. Being there, in nothing but a slave collar, with a mind clouded from the danger she previously perceived, licking some stranger’s dick under the cover of a table, was exciting her to no end. Before long, both girls had their own streams of fluids trickling out of them onto the seat they laid across.

This was all the stallion needed, and as he played with their vaginal holes his fingers became saturated with their slick slit slime. Once satisfied, he went to the final phase of his plan. With a last synchronized lick of his fingertip against their soaked lady lips, he brought his fingers up across their taints, and before they realized what was going on, he had put his lubricated digits up to their anal holes, and drove them in with a single hard push.

Both slave mares halted their service towards the shaft in front of them, Scylla letting out a deep gasp, while Charming’s mouth released want could only be called the throaty moan of an anal whore.

“Ah ha,” the pegasus declared triumphantly to Charming, “Seems I found your weak point.”

Identifying that the unicorn’s asshole was very receptive, the stallion wriggled his fingers around a bit inside her, grabbing at the soft walls of her back passage. Charming’s reaction to this was a sight to behold, as her spine curved and her head flew back, eyes and mouth clenched as she tried to withhold her pleasure. The warmth of her insides was nice as well, and the texture of her pipes hugged his digits while giving against any force like a pillow. It was the kind of ass that made for an excellent cock sheath, and one that he anticipated reaming now that he felt it.

Scylla’s anal reactions were cute, but less impressive. As he fingered her more leathery textured intestines, she was doing her best to keep to her job, letting out small grunts as her tongue continue to do it’s best to get him off. To her credit, he was really close to shooting a load, but that wasn’t what he wanted. What he desired was a mare that he could make completely lose control.

All this time, he had intended to rent one of the mares if they sparked his interest, but he lusted over more than mere obedience and submission. What he wanted was the ability to bring one of these mares out of their shells completely, and to drive them wild with his sexual prowess. To have full control over these mares, still at a phase of their enslavement where they were reluctant to do the simplest of tasks without an impressive amount of coaxing and threats.

Seeing how wild a bit of anal fondling drove Charming, the pegasus’ decision was all but finalized. He was going to have to place an order for the lovely unicorn mare, as well as for a room for the evening.

“Waitress!” he called out to no pony in particular, not looking up from the two girls he was anally masturbating.

Just beyond the booth Scylla was at, Pathfinder was fulfilling his role as server to the best of his abilities. After the first incident with him, the members started treating him like any other slave pony there, refraining from the teasing the majority had participated in before. They had already gotten what they wanted out of him, having riled him up and gotten him in trouble for breaking Society property. Thus, they had little reason to do a repeat performance, at least so soon.

So the rest of his shift, up to this point, was fairly calm. The sissified pegasus male took his orders and delivered them with as much quality one could expect from a pony in his position, and the worst thing that happened was that one of the members would attempt to flirt with him for a few moments before he found an excuse to leave their table.

Things were going along smoothly, and he could only assume that his shift wouldn’t last much longer because the acts had stopped after Coloratura did a rendition of her hit song that was surely a Society exclusive, the mare having done all but cum on stage as she explored her body during the performance in lewd exhibition. Then again, maybe she had gotten off, because there was a slave mare on the stage with a mop and bucket.

It was all so bizzare, when Path thought about it. This place was filled with ponies, all under the understanding that the bodies of those serving ing there was on sale, and yet everyone was acting out the roles of the patrons and workers of an average strip club. Not a single person acted out of place, except for Path himself. The members showed no remorse for what they were doing, or pity towards those being held against their will, and the slaves did their best to keep said members happy through hard work and flirtatious demeanors.

There were a few who were more distant from those practically whoring out themselves to the members, like Path, but even they were acting more like they wanted to stay focused on their jobs than what he would assume victims of kidnapping and rape would be. It was all too… ‘normal’. A place of evil such as this shouldn’t have been able to create such an atmosphere where ponies could so casually commit crimes while their victims either collaborated with those unjustly imprisoning them, or passively allowing them to do as they pleased while you just watched from the sidelines.

Then again, maybe he had no room to judge. He wasn’t really doing anything more than any other pony in the room. He was just as whipped into his role as anypony else, if not more so, seeing as he currently had a bead wand shoved in his forcibly stiffened dick, and was acting like a common waitress despite it.

How did Schorl design a place where this sort of stuff could happen and no one bats an eye to it? Path thought to himself as he set a few more drinks in front of a pair of members, receiving a firm slap on his ass as a reward for his efforts. Ignoring the invasion of personal space, Path pondered on the topic of Schorl a bit more.

As her performance showed, she appeared to have some sort of power about her. It wouldn’t be strange if she had some sort of unique magic that aided her in operating this place, as unicorns often had access to spells that were contributed to their talents. What could it be though? Not something as simple as mind control, since that kind of power would make actual training almost unnecessary. Maybe she could create a pacification field of some sorts, or enchanted the slaves with something that caused them to perceive the perverse acts here as normal interactions. Path quickly dismissed the idea of the latter, as if that were the case he probably wouldn’t be wondering about all this in the first place. The former, though, did have some credibility from what he was seeing.

“Waitress!” the pegasus heard, drawing his attentions from his thoughts. A quick look in the direction of the call led him to a booth, and sitting there was another pegasus stallion with his hands down. Remembering what he was told by Mint, and recalling all the other times he was summoned that evening, he knew this meant that the member wanted a male waitress instead of a female one; one such as himself.

With tray in hand, Path made his way over. “Yes sir, how may I serve you?” he asked offhandedly, not really looking at the stallion as he awaited his orders.

“I need you to reserve a slave for me for the next few hours.” the other pegasus said, getting straight to the point.

“Reserve a slave?” Path questioned. He hadn’t had to do anything like that before, and Sweet Mint didn’t tell him what to do in the event of guests wanting to do so. “I’m... afraid I don’t know how to do that.”

“It’s not that hard,” said the stallion, “Just repeat what I say to your supervisor, and they will handle the rest. Understand?”

“Yes sir…” Pathfinder replied, though he really didn’t know where Mint had wandered off to either.

“I want to rent a standard private room for two hours, and want Obedience of the Elements to accompany me.” the stallion said.

The last part of the request confused Path, as he didn’t know what the ‘elements’ were, or what ‘Obedience’ referred to. To him, it just sounded like the stallion was jumbling his words. So to clarify, Path asked back to him “Obedience?”.

“This slut right here.” the pegasus said, removing his fingers from Charming Tale’s ass so he could take her by the collar and raise her head up into view. “You’re pretty clueless, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, I’m ne-” Path directed his eyes to the pegasus in order to get a look at the slave in question, but his heart sunk in terror when he noticed that the other stallion had two mares accompanying him. One was a unicorn, and the other, while he couldn’t see her face, he could tell was a kelpie from the large, aquatic tail poking out from the table’s horizon.

“Scylla?!” Path yelled in fear, the image of a mare’s head ducked under a table in the direction of a male’s crotch explaining everything about what was going on.

Hearing her name, Scylla lifted her head up to confirm Path’s assumptions, but couldn’t tell who Path was from a combination of the dim lighting, inebriated vision, and currently mare-ish looks.

“Do I know you?” she asked, her response somewhat callus towards what looked to be some random mare she had never met before.

“Yes, you know me!” Path said, in a panic, “I’m your father!”

“Oh!” Scylla responded, recognizing Path’s voice more than his appearance, “Hey dad, how have you been?”

“Wait, you’re her father?” said the member, a bit stunned. Taking in the situation, and realizing how he mistakenly had his fingers inside the mares when he called for a waitress, thus resulting in this mix up. “I see, so we have a dolled up twink in our presence.”

Scylla giggled at that comment, to which Path didn’t take too kindly to, yelling “Scylla!” again at his daughter to scold her for her faux pas.

“Sorry,” the kelpie apologized, while still laughing, “But he’s right. You look like a doll.” she said, not exactly knowing what the word twink meant.

Path couldn’t believe how his daughter, who had experienced the same violation as himself, could treat him being dressed like a girl against his will like it was a joke. It had to be more of Schorl’s influence, whatever it was she was doing. He had figured out one thing though, the crystal mare hadn’t done anything to prevent the slaves from getting angry, because at that moment Pathfinder felt like leaping the table and throttling the stallion for having his dick anywhere near Scylla.

In fact, that was exactly what he was going to do. Finding both sides of the stallion blocked by a body, going over the table to get to him was his best option. Putting his hands on the table top, Path lifted a leg up to place his knee onto the structure, ready to use it platform for him to leap at the other pegasus from. That was as far as he got though, as the moment he showed any aggression towards a member of the Society was the same moment a massive hand slammed down on the back of his neck.

With power that Path couldn’t hope to equal, the hand forced him forward, pressing his whole body flat on the table. Pathfinder’s rage quickly faded in his surprise, not knowing what had hit him. The way he was held, he couldn’t even turn his head to see what pinned him. But he came to a fast realization when he heard a familiar voice from behind.

“Is there a problem here?” said Schorl, meaning that the person pinning him down was her minotaur bodyguard. Path’s outbursts must have drawn her attention somehow, and with him focused solely on the bastard on the other side of the table, she and her muscle caught the drop on him.

“Don’t hurt my dad!” Scylla yelled out before another word was said, the attack on Path sobering her up a bit.

“Don’t worry, Submission,” said the stallion next to her in comforting tone, “No one is going to hurt him. We just need to make sure he doesn’t do something rash and hurt himself.”

“That’s right,” Schorl concurred, “Now that we have him restrained, we have no reason to do any more to him, so long as he relaxes and doesn’t resist.”

Path was disgusted by this turn of events, but he couldn’t fight back if he wanted to. As much as he loathed the stallion, Schorl, and his own weakness, he would have to do as the crystal mare said.

Pathfinder untensed his muscles, and in turn the minotaur on top of him eased up on his pinning just enough that it ceased to be painful. “It’s ok, Scylla.” he said, not wanting his daughter to panic. “They aren’t hurting me.”

“See, he’s not in trouble,” said the stallion, “Now how about finishing up what you were doing?”

“Do you want me to join too?” asked Charming.

“No, you have done enough,” said the member, “Just sit back and watch the kelpie.”

Path watched Scylla as she returned her head back below the table, a worried look in her eye.
While he couldn’t see what was happening, the noises she made, the look on the unicorn mare’s face, and his own imagination filled in details. Again he could feel his anger rising, but the second his muscles tensed up was the second the minotaur reminded him that he had no hope of saving his daughter from this situation.

In a matter of minutes, the stallion was ready to release his load, and with a grab of Scylla’s mane and a small thrust of his hips, he did just that. When finished, he let go of the kelpie girl, allowing her to rise back up as he placed his dick back into his pants. The white goo he had released was all over the front of her face, all in one large string that started at her forehead, and dripped down her furless feature, around the side of her muzzle to disappear into the collar around her throat.

“Have you been satisfied?” Schorl asked, taking Scylla’s service to be compensation for Pathfinder’s brashness.

“Not quite,” said the pegasus, grabbing his stack of tip slips and taking a few more off the top of it to place in front of Charming, “I was looking for a slave to play with tonight, and I was thinking about taking this unicorn and showing her how good I can make her feel.”

“So you would like me to set up a room for you and Obedience then?” Schorl asked, her professionalism showing at every part of this confrontation.

“No,” he said with a smug smirk and a shake of his head, “I’ve changed my mind. This girl’s father has shown me how very special she is, so I have decided to have her instead.”

“By all means,” Schorl said, seeing nothing wrong with the obvious motivations behind her client’s change of mind, “Just so long as you realize that her time will not be comped due to the rude behavior of another slave.”

“Oh, I intended to pay,” said the stallion, grabbing Scylla by the collar, “I am going to treat this mare with all the dignity that a slut of her caliber deserves, so that this femcolt knows that I not only bought his daughter’s body, but that she loved every second of it.” The pegasus member gestured for Charming to move aside, and she did as she was instructed, letting the stallion out of the booth with Scylla in tow.

As he headed for the club’s exit, Schorl gave him a small polite bow. “Please enjoy your time with her, and thank you for using our services again.”

The stallion didn’t reply, as there was nothing more that needed said. He had gotten everything he wanted from this, while Path was left with nothing. The kelpie in his firm grip hardly had enough time to give Pathfinder a departing sorrowful look, not concerned about herself, but her father’s own safety. As soon as she lost line of sight with him, she could only hope that nothing bad would happen in her absence.

Once the two left the room, Schorl brought her attention to more pressing matters, mainly the one being pressed against the table. “Miss Tale, go make your availability known to the other members. Your time has been hoarded all evening, and they will be glad to know you are now open.”

“Yes ma’am.” Charming said, not needing any more excuse to leave. She didn’t want to get wrapped up in whatever punishment Pathfinder was going to recieve.

Schorl watched the unicorn flee, and when she had got a significant distance away, she found herself able to address the problem at hand. “Did you enjoy your small moment of rebellion, Mister Finder?” She said, clasping her hands together behind her back as she leaned herself over the pinned pony.

Path, still fuming from what that other stallion did to his daughter, grumbled in response, before answering with a simple “No”.

“Of course you didn’t.” Schorl replied, his answer a forgone conclusion to her even before he uttered it, “Because hostile behavior was never going to go any further than it did. Do you believe that you encountered Scylla here on accident? It was part of my plan that you two would meet here, as part of the agreement we made.”

“Agreement?” Path said, before recognizing her meaning, “You mean that you’d let me see her?”

“Yes, and as you can see she is fine. Perfectly safe, and not harmed in any way. Had you not acted in anger, I would have even let you speak to her, but now I see that it is far too soon to have you both in the same room with one another.”

Path didn’t like what Schorl was saying, but had no way of going against her. Plus, he was still worried about that odd power he believed she displayed on stage. “Fine, I get it. You can get your guard off me.”

“Can I?” Schorl asked, bending over the table, pressing her chest and face against it to mirror Path’s forced pose. Her eyes widened to a full stare that was as if she were peering into his soul, but unnerving as it was Path kept his will strong, “From what I see you still have a powerfully defiant streak brewing inside you. That’s not the type of thing I can have in a free roaming slave. How can I trust you to do as you are told, or not to do something foolish when I’m not looking.”

“You still have Scylla, don’t you?” Path reasoned, “I can’t do anything if that might cause her to get hurt.”

“Do you think me a monster?” Schorl asked, completely unironically, “I would never punish a slave for the actions of another slave. You however, will have to take responsibility for what you have done.”

“What do you want me to do then?” Path said, having no reason to take Schorl by her word, but had hope that Scylla wouldn’t suffer if he went along with her will. She was a sadist, after all, so seeing him suffer would provide her with the type of entertainment her perverse mind craved.

Picking herself off of the table, Schorl went on to explain what she had in mind. “I think it’s time that you and I had some alone time,” she said, maintaining her tone of professionalism. “Perhaps if we have a little talk, where I can explain myself to you in ways that are… persuasive to a stallion of your upbringing, then you will see that what I do isn’t all that bad. That it can be a useful function to help our slaves grow, and become better ponies.”

“Doubtful,” Path objected.

Schorl rolled her eyes, gesturing to her bodyguard to lift Pathfinder up using her fingers. The minotaur complied, pulling the pegasus to his hooves while keeping a firm grip on Path’s arms with one hand, and his neck with the other.

“You will find, Mister Finder, that I can be very convincing.” said Schorl. “Now come along, we are going to my room.”

Having no ability to resist, Pathfinder was escorted out of the club, with very few ponies batting an eye at the scene of a minotaur manhandling another of their kind. This must have been all to common for them, and thus not something worth paying attention to. That was fine for Path though, as he had other things to worry about now. He had made it out of the lion’s den, but now he was going to be staring down the head lioness herself.

Author's Notes:

So here we are with the conclusion to Scylla and Pathfinder's brief visit into one of the club areas of the Society, both performing their roles as a serving slaves. After this three parter, we will be moving along to other things between the two, which I hope will be enjoyable, as i hoped this part was as well.

The song Schorl sung was a slightly altered version of the song "All Eyes on Me" by OR3O. You can find a link to the song here: Original and The version Schorl's performance was based on.

Our special guest pony today is Sandbar, whom is considered to be of proper raping age (18+) for the purposes of this story.