Minutes after his attempted assault of a Society member, Pathfinder was escorted from the club room against his will by none other than Schorl Tourmaline herself, the mare only giving him enough time to be stripped of the dress he had been made to wear. Schorl had not bothered to have his hooves or hands bound, nor did she go through the effort of blindfolding him or doing anything else that would leave him helpless to her. All she had done was attach a leash to his collar, and told him to follow.

The two were not alone, as she had brought along with them the pony she had used as a prop in her stage performance, whom he recalled was named Sandbar, who was likewise leashed and made to follow the purple mare to whatever fate she had in store for them. There was also Sartek, the tower of muscles in minotaur form that served as Schorl’s personal bodyguard, walking just behind the two stallions to help motivate them along. Each time either of them let their leash grow taut, he would urge them to keep up with a not so gentle shove to the back of the head.

While Path humored thoughts of grabbing his leash and using it to pull his crystal captor to the ground, the pegasus was well aware that while his body was not restricted, he had no control over the situation. With a minotaur behind him, the halls around him narrow and their paths unknown to the pegasus, and the earth pony aside him shaking in fear as he focused his eyes to the floor, Path had nothing to work with. The female pony daintily tugging at the leather cord hooked to his collar might as well have been a full grown adult dragon with all the power she held.

So he walked, obediently going where the Society’s head mistress wanted him to go, hands never raising above waist height, always making sure that his hooves moved him fast enough to not provoke Sartek’s hand too often. As things were now, there was nothing he could do otherwise. He was, unfortunately, just a slave at the mercy of his owner.

“You know, Mr. Finder,” Schorl said suddenly, after having made a half dozen turns silently through the maze that was the Society’s halls, “Some of my clients would find your resistance a welcome attribute to your person.”

The crystal pony paused for a few seconds, enough time for Path to give his own comments to her random line of dialog. He didn’t reply though, not believing that any amount of witty banter, if he could even muster up anything that could be considered that, would do anything but make things worse for him.

Once his permitted speaking time expired, Schorl just went on talking without Pathfinder’s input. “There are a few members here that like a good fight. They have us lock them in a room with an untrained slave, unbound and unrestricted, so they ‘earn’ the right to rape them through physical domination. A few times, a member has even challenged their victim to fight them in a one on one boxing match or some other such sport, offering to purchase them and free them should they manage to beat them in a fair fight.”

“And you allow them to make those kind of deals?” Path asked, his curiosity that such a thing could exist in the Society overpowering his want to stay silent.

“Not really, but these kind of arrangements happen behind my back. It’s not usually a problem though, as those who make such offers are the physically active types, and would never lose in a ‘fair’ fight against those they challenge.”

“So you wouldn’t honor such an agreement, even if the pony did somehow win?” Path asked, just wanting to be sure.

“Heavens no,” Schorl said, getting a small laugh out of the fact that a question like that was even asked, “Freeing a slave would only cause trouble to the Society in the long run, and in that unexpected scenario I would have to refuse the purchase of the slave, which is something that the challenger would already know I’d have to do in this situation, of course. That is not the point of this conversation though.”

Of course it isn’t. Path thought to himself, already figuring out where this was heading.

“I only tell you this so that you understand that if you wish to be hostile towards our patrons, there are those who would gladly indulge in your aggression.” Schorl smiled to herself, dwelling on a pleasant thought, before finishing her sentiment by saying, “There is no way you can behave that can’t be packaged and marketed to our members as a commodity.”

“So you’re threatening to let them brutalize me if I don’t get in line?” Path asked, knowing well that this was the case.

“No,” Schorl objected, though immediately contradicted herself in the pegasus’ eyes by then saying, “I’m giving you a choice in what kind of slave you want to be. Because no matter what you do, you will be a slave. That fate was decided the moment you and your daughter were selected.”

“Well then,” Path said, ready to give the crystal mare’s offer the respect that he felt it deserved, “Can I be the kind of slave who gets to live in his own home, and who’s owner lets him live his life the way he wants to?”

For his sarcastic reply, Schorl wrenched his leash forward with as powerful a tug as she could muster, which made both him and Sandbar, whose leash was in the same hand, stumble over their own hooves for a few steps. As he had assumed, his smart mouth was only met with swift retribution.

However, Path’s sass didn’t appear to dampen Schorl’s mood at all. In fact, it seemed to brighten it, as within the same motion of yanking the leather straps securely around her wrist, she turned around to face her captives, wrapping the cords around her back, as the unicorn began to walk backwards towards their destination. She did this all with a bemused smirk on her face, as if to say to Path that nothing he could do could bother her.

“I see you see this all as a joke,” said Schorl, her usual reserved demeanor shifting slightly to one expressing great joy at the power she had over the two males now in front of her, “But why is that? Here I am, leading you to some mysterious destination, where no doubt something awful is about to befall you. Yet instead of giving this the proper respect it deserves, you have chosen to make snide remarks. You can’t assume this gives you any leverage over me, so why make things worse for yourself?”

The way Schorl laid this all out for Path was unsettling, mostly because of how manically happy she was to have an opportunity to ask this question of Path. The pegasus really didn’t know how to respond to this, as he had told himself earlier that words would only make things worse for him, so why did he so easily break his own rule? Simple answer, Schorl got him talking and he didn’t know when to stop. That didn’t account for the sarcastic remark he gave her though, as if he wanted to avoid conflict he could have stuck to submissive responses.

“Just a knee jerk reaction, I suppose.” he answered, feeling that he had to say something.

“Or maybe…” Schorl said, putting on her devilishly sly expression, “You enjoy the negative attention you get from acting out.” The purple mare gave her body a complete spin, encircling the leashes she held once around her torso. This brought both her captives unwillingly closer to her, enough that each now had to watch where they placed their hooves in order to prevent them from stepping over one another.

Schorl herself had her eyes aiming downwards, assumedly to keep track of her own footing in this awkward dance she had created, “You would not be the first submissive to act out in order to be punished. Some desire the firm strike of their owner’s hand so much that they will do whatever they can to receive it.”

“I’m not a masochist,” Path objected.

“Nor do you need to be,” Schorl replied, “It’s not the pain these types crave, but only the immediate attention and contact of the one who dominates them.”

“I don’t-!” Path wanted to adamantly refuse, but he relented. This felt like another trick of Schorl’s to either get him to do what she wanted, or talk him into getting himself into more trouble, and he had to watch his step mentally as much as he was currently doing so physically.

As much as he hated to admit it, Schorl did seem to play by some sort of rules. Ones of her own creation, and that no one appeared to know outside of herself, but her behavior always felt consistent. So unless he gave her a reason to punish her further than he had already earned, she would not do so.

Taking one step back in his mind, he started over with what he wanted to say, “With all do respect, I’m not that kind of pony.”

“Is that so?” Schorl asked, keeping her eyes at their downward angle, “Then would you explain this?” Giving that vague warning, Pathfinder had no ability to stop her as she took her free hand and grabbed hold of his dick. “This little guy was poking himself out the moment I started airing my thoughts about your hidden desires. It’s pretty hard too, considering that I’ve only started touching it.”

Path stopped walking immediately once grabbed, as did Schorl in response to him halting, and Sandbar when he realised that Schorl had ceased stepping backwards. Pathfinder hadn’t noticed that his penis had, of its own accord, decided to poke itself out of its sheath. His mind was on more pressing matters at the moment, and he would have believed that his body knew when it was a bad time to get aroused. With his ever hardening cock in the crystal mare’s fondling hands, the pegasus learned that such a belief was wrong.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Path said, blushing profusely as he denied the pleasant warmth covering his sensitive, exposed flesh. “It just got that way because your body got close to mine, that’s all.” He tried focusing more on where he was walking to block out the unmistakable sensation of pleasure created by the mare’s stroking hand, but little by little, it crept into his being.

“If that’s the case,” Schorl said, the enjoyment of all of this saturating her words, “Then why are you fully erect when Sandbar isn’t showing any signs of arousal.”

Path reactively looked to the crotch of the stallion aside him, and as the mare had said, he was showing no signs of arousal despite being just as close to Schorl as he was. Lifting his gaze from Sandbar’s privates, he could see that the slightly younger stallion was doing his best to not be part of this at all, averting his gaze and keeping quiet all throughout, only shaking slightly out of fear of what the mare mere inches away from him might do to him.

“As you can see, Mr. Finder, Sandbar here is not the least bit interested in the proximity of my body. Unlike you, he has a complete lack of desire in my form.” Schorl released Path’s dick, and unwound the leash from around herself to make distance between herself and the stallions, much to the relief of the stallions. “You do have a point though. Our bodies do react in ways that we believe we don’t want them to at times. But perhaps that is just telling of what it is we truly desire.”

After that exchange, Schorl had to give another tug of the leashes to get the males moving again, with Path now at a complete loss of both words and responses. Everytime he did something that he thought was his own action, Schorl had used it to take more of the little ground he had left. Entering conversation with the crystal mare felt like entering a battlefield, with skirmishes won and lost at the ending of a sentence.

“And we’re here.” The purple mare said, stopping at one of the numerous doors found in the Society’s halls. Sartek, acknowledging his employer’s statement, stepped forward and opened the door for his employer, standing aside as he did so Schorl could take her slaves in.

Once inside, Path found himself in what looked like a normal, if overly luxurious, bedroom. Soft carpeting, a nightstand, dresser, a large bed with tall bed posts and overhanging drapes that looked like it could hold at least the three ponies in the room, and a couple of doors off to the side that were most likely a closet and a bathroom, with the aroma of freshly cut roses perfuming the air. It was not at all what Pathfinder was expecting, which was some sort of dungeon-esque chamber like the ones he had been held in previously. A place where Schorl would be able to torture him for his disobedience in thematic surroundings, not a cozy room like the one he was now in.

“Will you need anything else?” asked Sartek, standing outside the doorway, his massive form making it so he would have had to crouch down to get inside.

“Not right now, you can leave us,” Schorl replied to the minotaur, “but have one of the deer deliver a chilled bottle of wine later.”

Having been given his instructions, Sartek closed the door to the room. Shortly after shutting, a loud clicking noise sounded, indicating that he had also locked the door. Path immediately noticed that there was no turn handle or door knob dial to unlock it from this side of the door, so all three of the ponies were now entrapped inside, or so it appeared. Schorl probably had some means of escape if she needed it, but she must have been fairly confident to place herself in such a precarious position with two unbound stallions.

“Ahh, finally some time to relax.” she said, casting aside the leashes in her hand. Freed from her grip, they swung over to the males they were attached to and dangled from their throats. “Make yourselves comfortable you two, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Schorl went through one of the other doors, leaving the two stallions to their own devices as she closed it behind her.

Path looked over to Sandbar, who in turn gave the older stallion a timid look out the corner of his eye, clearly not wanting to look Path directly in the face. Pathfinder assumed that the other male was still feeling intimidated by what Schorl did to him in the club room, and who could blame him. How Sandbar felt wasn’t a priority at the moment though.

After the initial moment with the earth pony, Pathfinder started going around the room, investigating everything except the door Schorl went through. As he assumed before, there was no unlocking mechanism on this side of the door, so unless it was broken down, there would be no exiting from this room until someone came for them. That didn’t seem like a feasible option, not only because Path would have no idea where to go once accomplishing that, but because the door looked rather sturdy.

The next location he wandered to was the third door in the room, the one that had yet to be opened, and whose contents were still a mystery. With a turn of the handle, Path slowly cracked open the door and peeked inside to find… the bathroom. That was odd, as he had assumed that the room Schorl had gone into was the bathroom, and that she was freshening up. Now he was more curious about what room she entered, as it looked too big for a closet from what little glimpse he had gotten when she opened it. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to risk drawing Schorl’s attention back to him sooner than necessary just to satiate his curiosity.

The next things to look over in the room was the dresser and the nightstand drawers. He opened them one by one, and found exactly what he thought he might. Inside were a variety of sex toys and small bondage objects. Ball gags, bit gag, dildos, anal plugs, handcuffs, leather masks, crops, paddles, and an assortment of other items one would expect in a place that catered to those who enjoyed BDSM, which just seemed like something slavers would have a general interest in.

“Hey, I don’t think that Lady Tourmaline would want us snooping around.” Sandbar said, finally saying something to his fellow slave, becoming discontent while watching Path do a bunch of things that could get them both in trouble.

“She said to make ourselves comfortable,” Path said back to him, going over to the bed to see if it was more than meets the eye, “And I’m not going to be comfortable until I see what she has planned for us.”

Comfort, of course, was not on the minds of either stallion. They both had come to the same natural assumption that the crystal mare was going to do something awful to them, which by now was more a foregone conclusion. What Path wanted to know was the extent of what could happen to him, so he could be mentally prepared for his inevitable violation.

“Just as I thought…” Path muttered aloud upon finding a few sets of chained shackles attached to the bottom of the bed, no doubt hidden from sight to catch a Society member’s chosen victim unaware. That and the gear in the dressers aside, the room was fairly normal. Not too much that could be used to restrain or entrap somepony, at least not that his quick search could reveal.

As he finished looking about the room, the door Schorl had gone through opened, and out came the crystal mare with a tray filled with small snacks in hand. Aside from that, there was nothing changed about her. She was still in her fitted evening gown that nearly matched the color of her fur, giving her the illusion of being nude without actually being so, and she still wore that confident smile on her face that told anyone who saw it that she didn’t have a worry in the world, despite the fact that she was trapped in a room with two stallions who could easily overpower her if they tried.

“So who’s hungry?” asked the mare as she set the tray on the bed, letting Path see from his kneeling position the assortment of sliced vegetables and fruits it held, “Sandbar, I know you haven’t eaten yet, so come and get something.”

The earth stallion, who hadn’t moved an inch from the moment Schorl let go of his lead, came over at her command, taking several carrot and apple slices from off the plate before shoving them in his mouth.

Schorl, happy with Sandbar’s compliance, then set her sights on the pegasus next to her, “Mr. Finder, would you like something to eat? Or would you like to continue checking the room for restraints?”

“Did I make it that obvious?” Path had believed he had replaced the shackles before Schorl had the chance to see him looking around, believing for a moment that Sandbar was right and it would be bad to be caught snooping. In reality, Schorl didn’t seem to care in the slightest about him finding the bed’s hidden restraints, and in retrospect, there was little reason to assume she would.

“Well, either you were checking the room’s potential for hazards,” Schorl said with mischief raising up from her normally professional tone, “Or you were prepping yourself to give someone the tonguing of a lifetime. Whether it was me or Sandbar, I was willing to let it be a pleasant surprise.”

Path’s eyes went wide, his mind translating that statement into Schorl saying that had he not fessed up, or tried to make excuses, she would have gladly let the pegasus talk himself into having to orally pleasure one of the other occupants of the room. Was she capable of such manipulation of a conversation? If so, he was glad that he avoided that altogether, cause performing cunnilingus on his captor didn’t sit well with him, and sucking off a guy was out of the question completely.

“But enough of that,” Schorl said, grabbing a slice of purple skinned fruit from her tray, “Relax, have something to eat, take some time off of your chosen profession of ‘full-time prison breaker’.”

Pathfinder hesitated, for a couple of reasons. He still wanted to give the room one more look over, but he couldn’t really do that with Schorl standing there watching him. He also didn’t trust the food, as even if the mare was eating off of it, all that meant was she could be avoiding any drugged food she had placed on it. Then again, he really didn’t know how easy it was to drug food without it being noticable, he just knew of such things from works of fiction.

Schorl, sensing the pegasus’ distrust, decided to concede to his well warranted fear. “If it will put your mind at ease, the only hidden devices were the shackles under the bed. If you checked the drawers, then you have seen every tool I have at my disposal, save for what is in the supply closet, and I’d have to go back in there to retrieve anything extra. Also, you don’t have to worry about me doing anything to the food. Everything on the plate has not been tampered with, and is safe to consume.”

“Are… you reading my mind?” Path asked, wondering how she could be so precise about his thoughts.

“No, I’ve just had this conversation more times than I can count by now.” said Schorl, smirking in bemusement as she reflected on previous times she had to say these exact words, “And just in case the thought crosses your mind, I wouldn’t attempt to assault me or hold me hostage. While I am physically weak, I assure you that I’m very durable, and while I am stuck in here with the both of you until someone else arrives, it is possible for me to call someone who would be here within seconds should the need arise.”

Schorl appeared to have her bases covered, and judging by the way she said it, these were all scenarios that she was far too familiar with to leave room for error.

“So what’s this about?” asked Pathfinder, Schorl having peaked his interest ever so slightly. She didn’t simply want to use his body or to punish him for his poor behavior in the club room. If that were what this was, then he would have already been bound in some form that would give her free reign to do as she pleased. As things were, she didn’t seem to have any power over him that he didn’t give her, that is unless she was intending to use Scylla as leverage.

“The ‘purpose’,” Schorl replied, picking up the tray to offer Pathfinder some food personally, “Is for you and I to reach an understanding. No matter how you feel about me, the truth is that I am only doing what I feel is best for you and your daughter.”

“Best for us?” Path questioned in disgust, still staying from taking anything off the plate, “We know what is best for us. You have just been torturing us since the day you dragged us into this place.”

“I can understand how you could see things that way,” said Schorl, “But that is just a perspective you are creating in your mind. If you wanted to, you could really enjoy yourself here. I know, because Scylla has been through things that could be considered much worse than you, form a certain perspective, and she seems to be happy sucking on the cock of a complete stranger. In public no less.”

“That’s not her,” Pathfinder objected, “That’s something you put into her head to make her act that way.”

That got a short laugh out of Schorl, and set the tray back down on the bed “Mr. Finder, do you assume to know everything about your daughter?”

“Enough to know she isn’t a pervert.” Path answered.

“And can the opposite be said of you?” Schorl asked, “Does Scylla know everything about you? How you and your gryphon associate were in an active BDSM relationship? If she knew that, then it could have given her a few ideas of her own about her sexuality.”

“I…” Path stalled. He and Anya often made reference to the time that they were lovers, but they never went in detail about what went on behind closed doors. “I don’t think she knows about that.”

“So you’re saying that it is possible to keep secrets from other ponies if one tries hard enough.” Schorl said, delivering the true point behind her line of questions. “Just like I’m sure you didn’t know that she has a book collection of erotic novels in her closet, ones that depict scenarios not too dissimilar to what she is experiencing now.”

Path, in fact, didn’t know that. He had always allowed Scylla to have her privacy and hadn’t snooped around her room without her knowledge. How Schorl knew that when he didn’t was a mystery, but he had no reason to believe that wasn’t true.

“Your daughter is currently experiencing her most desired sexual fantasy first hand, and is very much enjoying her time here.” Schorl continued, “Being used for her body by a bunch of strong, attractive men. Adored as a sex object whose purpose is to give and be given pleasure. She is in her own erotic paradise, one she can’t escape, and wouldn’t want to if given the chance.”

“That’s not…”

“What? ‘True’? ‘Right’? ‘Normal’?” Schorl scoffed, “That is exactly what I am getting at. While I will never claim that every slave here wants to be here, there are those who do wish to be put into this role of helplessness, or simply wish to serve others. To be a device for somepony else’s happiness, to be rewarded for performing their role as a servant with pleasurable gestures, and even punished when their owner sees fit. You have dipped your hooves into the thrill of that lifestyle before, so how can you not see this as desirable?”

“That’s not the same,” Path argued, “You forced her to do this. She wasn’t allowed to make a choice.”

“Yet she’s enjoying herself,” Schorl stated bluntly, “And that enjoyment is brought about because I’ve put her into a position that she would have never been in had she been left to her own devices. I think that you and I both know Equestria is not the best place to explore taboo kinks like the kind she has developed.”

Schorl wasn’t completely true with what she was saying. It’s not like Equestria was so prudish that things like bondage were outlawed, but if you were a pony into that sort of relationship, it was common practice to keep it private. So private that it was difficult to find a partner who was also into it, because it just wasn’t talked about regularly. Anya had to practically drag him into their first intimate session together, and despite enjoying it immensely, Path never worked up the nerve to share his discovered kink with anyone outside of her.

“I believe I have said this countless times before, to countless ponies” Schorl continued, “But our function is not to make ponies miserable, or even to cater to the rich and powerful. It is to fulfill the deeply hidden desires of those within our walls. That doesn’t just mean our dominant members, but our submissive slaves as well, at least when the desires of our slaves doesn’t conflict with that of our clients. We are a business after all, and those of your occupation don’t have the finances needed to cover the expenses you accrue during training and upkeep.”

“So you’re trying to say the only reason I’m not happy with you kidnapping me and dressing me up like a mare is because I’ve chosen to be unhappy?” Path said, the notion no less ridiculous spoken aloud than as it was thought in his head.

“Essentially,” Schorl replied without the slightest hint of sarcasm or irony, “I would love to have you enjoy my facility, if simply to get you to not make random attacks against our members.”

“It wasn’t ran-” Path started to object, but Schorl silenced him by placing a finger on his lips.

“The reason doesn’t matter, only the behavior.” said the crystal mare, removing her finger after, “Getting my slaves to enjoy enslavement is a goal of mine, if at all possible. However, the wants of my clients will always come first, as they should.”

Path didn’t like that little clause Schorl put at the end of her statement, as it just meant that any complaints he might have would be ignored if it didn’t fit her objectives. Not that this was news to Path, but with his conclusion that he had before about her following a set of rules, he wanted to believe that if he could catch her out in something contradictory to what she said, then he could get some form of leverage over her. Ever the wordsmith, Schorl had already denied him that possibility.

“So…” said Schorl suddenly, using this as a leaping off point for her last subject, “How about I show you how happy I can make you, even ‘against your will’.”

“I’ll pass,” Path answered, though not really believing he had a choice.

“Oh really?” Schorl questioned aloud. Path expected her to follow that up with something like ‘well that’s not your decision to make’, but instead he was surprised with her saying, “And here I was going to give you something you’d really like if you cooperated with me just this once.”

Path assumed she meant some form of sex, which was the last thing the pegasus felt he wanted right now, even with a mare as admittedly attractive, if outright terrifying, as Schorl. “I’m really not in the mood to fuck.”

“Mr. Finder,” Schorl said, returning once more to her bemused state, “Sex is the activity to get the reward, not the reward itself.”

“Then… what’s the reward?” Path asked, knowing the question was being demanded of him.

“If you comply with what I wish to do with you, then I’ll allow you a special privilege. It’s not one that I usually permit, but seeing your special circumstance, and that you are the first of your kind here…”

“Not to disrespectful,” Path said, cutting off the crystal unicorn for once, “But could you get to the point?”

Schorl gave her head a light shake as she rolled her eyes, doing her best to not let Path’s out of turn talking get to her, “Be my sex toy for the evening, and I’ll set up a room where you and Scylla can reside together when not in use, so long as you both behave.”

“That’s… well… not too bad a deal…” Pathfinder admitted. If he was allowed to have a room with Scylla, then he would have to worry about her a little bit less throughout the day. “Wait, this isn’t going to be some sort of thing where ‘you can be together, but we expect you to fuck each other’ thing, is it?” While Pathfinder and Scylla were not biologically related, one of the most disgusting things the pegasus could think of was having to have sex with the mare he raised.

“Of course not,” Schorl reassured, “Though you may have to be nude in front of each other, and you might have to be present when the other is servicing a member, but that is nothing you haven’t gone through already.”

This deal, while not ideal, was putting things more in Path’s favor than they had been for a while. This meant that at the very least he wouldn’t have to spend any more nights in the aviary, or so he assumed, as Scylla didn’t fit the theme of that room. He would be able to talk to Scylla directly, see what they had done to her, and try to keep his daughter’s mind away from corruption - all for the cost of compliance.

“Ok, I agree.” Path said, finding the terms acceptable, “I’ll do anything you tell me to do, but don’t expect me to like it.”

“Fine, but don’t blame me if you end up loving what I do to you.” Schorl said, teeth on full display as she smiled as terrifyingly wide as she could. The sight of that smile was already causing Path’s dick to shrivel, and in turn gave him a bit more confidence that he wouldn’t enjoy this in the slightest.

“So… what do I have to do?” Path asked, preparing for the worst.

Schorl’s horn glowed, and the two males in the room watched as she employed basic unicorn telekinesis to open the dresser drawers, and retrieve several belted straps. “Sandbar, go sit in the corner. You may observe until I give you instructions to do otherwise.”

“Yes ma’am,” the earth stallion said timidly, going over to an empty corner on the opposite side of the room from the bed, sitting on the floor with his back placed within its groove.

“And as for you,” said Schorl, addressing her new partially willing plaything, “Go stand in front of the bed, facing inwards.”

Path got up off the mattress, and did what he was told without question. Schorl’s game was on, and in order to get his promised reward, he would play the role of the obedient slave for what he hoped would be a few hours at most.

Seeing Path do as he was told, Schorl looped two of the belts she received into their buckles, then sent them hovering just above the pegasus’ head on either side. “Arms up.” she then commanded, making her orders simple and precise.

Path lifted his arms up, placing them into the leather loops, assuming that was where Schorl wanted them. The straps tightened the moment his wrists passed through them, though only enough so he couldn’t take his hands back out. With the slack that remained, a pair of leather straps made their way into the newly formed cuffs, going about half way before tugging against the pegasus’ arms.

The newly created bonds started pulling at Path’s arms, but barely got them to budge from their spot. “Mr. Finder,” Schorl said, giving her plaything a sly sideways glance, “I don’t know how you performed with your previous partners, but I don’t expect to do all the work here. This is a mutual relationship, and you must give as much as you receive, if not more.”

Pathfinder curled his lips downward at Schorl’s attempts at humor, but gave in to her request. As he relaxed himself, the two straps spread his arms apart to the two tall bed posts on either side of him. Once within range of them, the leather bands wrapped around the thick wooden rods in the same fashion as the belts around his wrists, with all four straps closing tightly and buckling themselves shut.

With the stallion bound, the crystal mare turned her body on the mattress she had been sitting on, and crawled herself over to see her captive’s defenseless body up close. Schorl stood on her knees atop the bed, placing her chest level with that of Pathfinder’s.

“Comfy?” she said in feigned concern for the male, her hands already finding their way to his bare chest.

Path gave the bands a few pulls. The leather was thick, and the wood he was now connected to was strong. “It’s a little tight,” he complained, their grip feeling just shy of cutting off blood flow to his hands.

“You will have to endure it,” Schorl said, placing her hands on the pegasus’ pectorals, using his chest to support her weight while she brought her muzzle up to his. “We can’t have you…”

Without warning, Schorl placed her lips on Path’s. In his surprise, the stallion tried to pull away, but the mare pressed further into him to make sure he could not escape. Next thing Path knew, he was in an awkward, one sided kiss, with Schorl sliding her tongue through his lips and around his teeth. Then, in another unexpected action, the mare retrieved her tongue and bit down on Path’s lower lip with enough pressure to break skin and draw blood.

Feeling pain, Path immediately tried to escape, which Schorl allowed. All he felt was a light tug before she parted her teeth, and the piece of mouth flesh was freed. As Path felt his lip swell, he watched Schorl lovingly lick her front teeth, her face showing a deal of pleasure as she tasted the small amount of the stallion’s blood on her teeth, before finishing her previous sentence by saying “...Slipping away.”

As Path reflected on the ache in his lip, the mare moved herself off the bed. Placing her hooves back on the ground, she made her way to her captive’s backside, with the pegasus barely able to follow her movements with his head as she did.

“Don’t you worry,” Schorl said while taking the stallion’s tail in one hand, moving the long strands of hair out of the way so she could more easily caress his flank with her other, “While it is in my power to make you suffer, that bite will be all the pain I will inflict on you tonight. Something to help contrast the undeniable pleasure you will soon feel.”

Schorl rubbed her small, feminine fingers into the plump pegasus’ plot, sending severe sensations through the sensitive stallion’s spine and into his brain. Path panted as the pleasant pressure poured into him, the whispers of a moan slipping out of his throat within a minute.

“I see that the chemical therapy we’ve been giving you is affecting you nicely,” Schorl stated, giving the stallion’s rump a mild slap that struck through his being like lightning.

As Schorl was referring, Path had been subjected to more than just a single dosage of the chemicals he was injected with when he was first processed. Recieving what he assumed were daily shots, his body was altered in ways Pathfinder wished he could deny. It felt like his insides were somehow rewired, like all his most erogenous spots were directly hooked up to one another, and every touch was shared between them. Thus, a simple smack on his ass caused a chain reaction that made his dick swell in joy, the plumped-up penis standing proudly over the footboard of the bed he was attached to.

As intense as it was, though, Path could handle it. His body responded, his muscles tensed, but his mind did not give into the sweet surge of sensations it received. “T-that was nothing.” he said, focusing on the pain in his lip, using it to fight against the hand-shaped pleasure print Schorl gave him.

“Did I imply it was supposed to be something?” Schorl asked, hearing the words Path tried to hide under his breath, “No, you will be feeling much more than that little love tap. As I alluded to before, I intend to show you what it is that you truly desire.”

A promise of pleasure never before came off as threatening as how the crystal mare made it sound. This was a mistake. He should have never allowed himself to be at Schorl’s mercy, or so his instincts were screaming at him.

“Enough foreplay though,” Schorl announced, using her horn to retrieve another item from the dressers, a black object that Pathfinder could just see floating his way in his peripherals. As the black spot in the corner of his eye got close, the mare took it in hand, before making one last declaration. “Let’s get to the main event.”

No sooner than the words were uttered, the world around Pathfinder turned dark. No light could reach his eyes, no movement could be seen, though the pegasus could still hear things going on around him. It didn’t take long for him to understand what had happened, with the feeling of something hugging his skull filling in any blanks that might have existed. He had been blindfolded.

Pathfinder’s sight was made useless by the simple covering of his eyes, but he was still able to roughly make out what was going on around him. With his ears, he could hear sounds of movement, along with the distinct magical chime of a levitation spell. With the soft carpet beneath their hooves, Path had no idea where she was heading, how fast, or how far, but he could still take an educated guess. Seeing as there was little else in the room, he had no doubt she was going to the dresser to find more items to use on him. Bound as he was, Path could do little more than wait for Schorl’s return, save for lift his legs back and forth as his nerves took over.

Eventually, the mare did return though, and when she did, Path was alerted to her presence in most surprising of manners. While he was trying his best to follow her hoofsteps, she managed to make her way behind him undetected, and, with latex-covered hands that felt smooth to the touch, parted the cheeks of his ass.

The pegasus jumped and tried to flap his wings, momentarily forgetting that they had been tied closed for some time, as he had a good idea what was going to happen next. As if having had a premonition, the fingers groping his ass did exactly as Path expected, sliding between his parted fat mound to find their way to the fleshy hole that was usually hidden between them.

“Your o-ring looks to be plumping up a little,” said the crystal mare as the prodding of a finger against that soft, circular piece of flesh was felt by Path.

“Don’t!” he yelled, his adversary to anal still very real. “I’ll do anything else, but not that!”

“Now, now, Mr. Finder.” Schorl said, another finger cautiously joining the first to poke at Path’s back passage, “While I appreciate the nature of your objections, the terms of our agreement implied in no vague means that I would be able to do as I please with you.”

“I know, but-” The next thing out of Pathfinders mouth was a loud gasp, unable to finish his sentence while the pair of fingers that were molesting his rear inserted themselves inside and pulled the hole agape.

“And as I explained several times, this isn’t about putting you through things that I already know you can handle. This is about showing you what your body truly desires, and the only way to do that is to explore the things you try to avoid.”

The spreading of his anus brought new life to the nerves in the stallions rump, the feeling of it traveling to every part of him, forcing muscles and sinew all over his body to tremble as if they were the ones being violated. It wasn’t even that far of a stretch, nowhere close to comparing to the time the minotaur took that hole, but the drugs and inexperience of the orifice allowed this insignificant amount of opening to feel powerful in its own ways.

It’s ok, Path thought, doing all he could to ignore the fingertips parting his most sacred of places, You can handle this. Even if she puts something in there, you’ve dealt with it all before. Grit your teeth and bear it.

It wasn’t a sound plan, but enduring it was the only thing available to him. It was difficult though, especially with his vision taken from him. The loss of a single sense made this so much worse than it had to be, as in the pitch black darkness, the only thing that existed was him, the sounds around him, and that which he felt with his flesh.

“Let’s step this up a notch, shall we?” Schorl said, giving a small warning to the pegasus that things were not going to stay as they were for much longer.

“Please, no…” Pathfinder pled, having no reason to believe that Schorl would stop now if she didn’t stop before.

This lack of faith in the crystal mare was quickly proven correct, as true to her word, the intensity of the anal play was increased immensely. The smooth, plastic texture of latex vanished, as something coated in a layer of ‘wet’ made its way inside his ass, wriggling and worming into the tunnel.

“GAH!!!” Path screamed. The invader was finding passage into his anal cavity to be very easy, and with nothing impeding its entry, the thing inside the pegasus took an opportunity to investigate its new surroundings thoroughly. It moved around with great dexterity, spreading its slimy wetness all over Path’s inner walls, rubbing against them in ways the stallion couldn’t ignore. His mind became rushed with sparks, every touch causing fireworks to explode in the darkness of his vision.

The sensations both sickened and excited Path, the gross feeling of something squirming around his insides affecting his sense of morality in a completely different way than it was affecting his body. He knew this was wrong, but it felt so good. He might have tried to deny it, but everything from his rock solid shaft that had begun to seep pre-cum, to the bliss inducing pulses dampening his thoughts of objection, everything aside from his own personal opinions about anal was telling him this was a good thing.

“Please… no…” he said weakly, still fighting against the good feelings that were on the verge of overtaking him.

The plea, frail as it was, did not fall on deaf ears. The invader slipped itself out, and once removed Path’s personal temptress spoke. “What’s the matter?” said Schorl, Path able to envision the smug look she had to be wearing through the cadence of her voice, “Are you not enjoying what is being done to you? Is the tongue not enough?”

“A… tongue?” Path said between heavy gasps for air.

So that was what she was doing: Giving the stallion’s nearly uneducated hole a taste of forbidden pleasure - a pleasure it could feel the phantom of, despite the absence of Schorl’s tongue inside him. Though the mare had practically raped him with this undesired variant of sexual contact, his ass twitched and spasmed, wondering what had happened to the pleasant messages it was receiving, sending spikes of want to its owner to demand that it continued.

“Mr. Finder,” Schorl said, seeing the sweat form on Path’s body from the lack of stimulation and denial of climax, “You can object to anal sex all you want, say that it’s not for you, declare that you’re against it because you’re straight. You and I both know that your body is loving what I am bestowing upon it. Socially instilled ideas of sexual morality or your own want to keep that hole virginal are not a factor in this. Only the cravings of your flesh matter, and what it craves is to be touched. Not by me, or some gryphoness, but by anything. If I were to push a vibrator inside you right now, you’d be cumming within minutes.”

“You… You did this… to me…” said Path, seeking some way to rationalize what he was feeling.

“No,” Schorl objected, “I might have helped develop your body to better appreciate anal, but this is something your body was always capable of on it’s own. It has nothing to do with being straight, gay, or bi-sexual. Anal, in and of itself, is just gratifying once you’ve become accustomed to it. It’s simple biology, seeing that most of the organs that grant you sexual satisfaction are so close to that hole that one could touch them.”

“You’re… trying to say I’m made to like this?” Path said with great skepticism.

“Of course you are.” Schorl insisted in return, “Do you really think that your body differs that much from a gay stallion’s? They find anal gratifying because it is gratifying. Even straight males can like a good pegging from their female partners. All it takes is a little training, and I have granted you such training.”

That seemed like a much more agreeable statement to Path, as it implied that there was nothing gay about what it was he was feeling. He was being turned on not just because he was receiving anal and it felt good, but also because the rimming had been done by a mare. Some part of him still wished that was untrue, but he could not refute what he had felt, nor could he argue with the ache that was building up in his balls, his cock, and especially his ass now that they had gone without that new source of pleasure for minutes.

“Ok,” Path relented, “You got me, I want it. Please… show me what this feels like.”

Schorl grew silent, but of course, there was no more need for words now that her captive pegasus’ objections had been withdrawn. Soon, the wet feeling returned to Path, the tongue that violated him before sliding deeply inside, much to the relief of his sexual organs. The wet organ inside him wriggled vigorously, finding spots all around the flesh tunnel that filled Path with ecstacy. The grunts and groans he made as the sloppy piece of muscle rolled around his intestines still held a bit of resistance, but a part of him wished that he had done this sooner.

In no time at all, spurts of hot, white fluids shot from the stallion’s cock onto the bed sheets in front of him, merely from the massaging touch of the tongue inside his ass alone. It was embarrassing to say, but he did enjoy what Schorl had done to him.

Having satisfied the pegasus, the tongue was once more retrieved from his anus. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Schorl said, Path amazed that the mare could still be so literate after having done what she had with her mouth. “Did you like that as much as it looked like you did.”

“Yes…” Path said, still pretty humiliated that his body functioned like this. Still, he couldn’t help but have enjoyed the something thick, firm, and malleable moving around inside him. It was an odd, yet pleasant sensation he was now less wary about experiencing again.

“Good, I’d like you to keep that in mind from now on.” Schorl said, a sound of magic chiming unto Path’s ears, assumedly grabbing something else to use on him as she continued playing with his body, “It’s never bad to try new things. You never know what you might like if you give it a shot.”

Pathfinder felt a hand touch his mane softly, giving several light pats of reassurance. His reaction to this touching was fairly positive, as he actually enjoyed this kind of pleasant touching much more than the ‘forced sex’ stuff Schorl seemed to have a fetish for. As much as the mare proved she could make his body love what she did to it, a pony was always going to prefer their personal kink more, and had she stuck to petting and gentle caresses, odds were that Path would have been puddy in her hands by now. The pegasus smirked to himself a bit at that thought, actually glad that Schorl didn’t know the old adage of catching more flies with honey.

“We are going to tone things down a bit,” Schorl said, the mattress in front of Path making a creaking noise as something of significant weight climbed atop it, no doubt being the crystal pony herself. “Get back to the basics, with something I know you’ll like.”

Once more Path felt the touch of latex covered fingers, this time aiming for his cock instead of his ass. The digits wrapped around the slowly deflating genitals, cradling it’s length in order to bring the spent sex organ back to life. They traveled up and down the dick several times, but it seemed to want nothing more than to retreat to the safety of its sheath.

That was until a pair of lips touched its side, substituting itself as the traveler of the flesh road the hands had gone along. This gave Path’s genitals pause, as his mind pictured Schorl using that tongue of hers again, only this time on an area of his body he enjoyed being touched. Envisioning her face lapping at his cock was just enough to keep his penis in her clutches, and when the inevitable feeling of wetness connected with the sensitive sex organ, it took no time at all to get back to its full size.

What followed was a long and drawn out session of fellatio, where the same tongue that had moments ago given him his first true experience of anal pleasure took its time to explore the landscape of Pathfinder’s stallionhood. Having only his sense of touch to go by, Path swore that after a few minutes of being stroked back and forth, time and time again, there had to be a heavy coat of saliva clinging to him. If he had to be honest, he loved this.

While Schorl was going out of her way to grant him only enough pleasure to keep him erect, he enjoyed this attention to no end. It truly made him think that had the two met under different circumstances, that perhaps they wouldn’t have had to be enemies. She would have made a good lover, overly domineering personality traits and all still intact. It was a shame that her goals all seemed focused around enslaving ponies for profit, as had she just been a kinky mare into bondage and slave play, it was possible that Pathfinder could have liked her.

After minutes of this pleasing torment, the tongue finally came to a stop, leaving Path mentally exhausted from lack of climax. He could feel a large supply of cum inside his now weighty sack, created by the unspoken promise of an eventual release that Path really wasn’t sure would come. The stallion felt sore, his bloated skin pouch filled to the brim, but it was a much better feeling of soreness than the time his dick was penetrated in the aviary, or when his ass was forced around the cock of a minotaur. Had Schorl known about his condition, she’d probably lecture him on the better aspects of sexual pain, and Path would have been hard-pressed to argue.

The mare did have something to say though, and with a removal of the tongue from his cock, Pathfinder heard her voice. “I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself.” she said, very pleased with how she had thus far manipulated her slave. “But it’s time I showed you the full extent of the pleasure I wish to expose you to.”

Path found himself nodding to those words, though they hadn’t demanded a response from him of any kind. He just wanted to let Schorl know that he liked what she was doing and wanted more. His compliance was near instantly rewarded, as the next thing he felt was a pair of lips pursing up against the flared head of his stallionhood, before opening widely and allowing the whole thing to pass through them, granting full passage into the mouth that were acting as the gatekeeper to.

The amount of good feelings going through the pegasus was off the scale, and he could feel his mind slip into a state of partial unconsciousness as a feeling of hot wetness enveloped him. All he knew was the strong sucking sensation, the rolling of a tongue over his length, and the lewd sounds that filled his ears. Anya tried to give Path oral in the past, but there were things that a person with a beak couldn’t do compared to someone with a nice set of lips. He just couldn’t help but enjoy what the mouth surrounding his genitals was doing, and the pegasus found himself thrusting his hips enough to drive his cockhead just beyond the orifice and into the throat behind it. Light sounds of protest were made, but the sucking continued, so Path didn’t stop.

The combined motions from both participants built up Path’s on coming climax higher and higher, to peaks that he could barely register. He was going to cum, and from what he felt, his orgasm was going to be massive. There was no doubt, the crystal mare had granted him pleasure as she had promised. However, the means of how she truly achieved that promise were not what Path had assumed they were all this time.

Seeing that her captive was nearing an unavoidable climax, she used her magic to remove the blindfold attached to his head so he could see what gave him the immense pleasure he was now experiencing. It took a moment for the pegasus to realize that he could see again through his haze of emotions, but after a first blinks he could once more acknowledge the world around him through the use of sight. With his penis on the verge of erupting, Path assumed that Schorl wanted him to see her handiwork first hand, so he looked down towards his crotch.

What he saw though was not the shimmering purple mare, but instead a yellowish green stallion hilt deep on his shaft - the same stallion that had been dragged to the room with him by Schorl, and whom he had all but forgotten about at this point. His appearance had changed slightly though, as now he was sporting a pair of pink shoulder length latex gloves, a matching pair of thigh high socks, and an erection that competed with the one in his mouth for size.

Pathfinder recognized that there was a male having sex with him, one of his biggest fears being enacted on him right before his very eyes, but before his mind could turn to disgust or loathing, his long awaited climax hit. An avalanche of endorphins filled the shocked pegasus’ mind while a torrent of cum shot out from his cock - directly into the mouth of the other slave stallion sucking his schlong, and all he could think about when it all hit his senses was how amazingly good it felt.

A few feet away was Schorl, keeping a watchful eye for this very moment, her unicorn horn readied with a unique spell known only to herself. As her captive’s body gave into its orgasm, she released the spell into the stallions skull, locking his current thoughts as a permanent part of his psyche.

In the midst of his climax, Path felt something in him change. A weird sensation came over him, as if something about his very nature had shifted without his permission. Something was wrong, and incredibly so. He was enjoying having his dick sucked. That wasn’t the problem persay, but that he was enjoying it while a guy was the one doing the sucking. Not only that, but he was finding the act incredibly hot, enough that he ended up shooting out another blast of sperm into Sandbar’s mouth mere seconds after the first and was greatly enjoying that as well.

“I take it you like having Sandbar suck your cock like a mare,” Schorl said, adding a girlish giggle at the end.

“I… uh… what did you do to me?!” Path replied, his mind partially panicking as he watched a stallion drink down his cum in front of him. He did like it, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to. All his life, he had a strong aversion to homosexual contact, perhaps even a phobia of it, but here he was, easily enjoying a blowjob from a fellow male and finding it incredibly arousing.

“Nothing you didn’t do to yourself,” Schorl answered, placing herself aside the two stallions, “You see, Mr. Finder, I have a very unique form of magic under my command. One that allows others to… how to put it? I suppose you could say that it makes those I use it on hold onto thoughts and ideas for extended periods of time.”

“Wha-What does that mean?!” Pathfinder nearly screamed, freaking out over why the male-induced oral gratification he was receiving was still making him excited.

“Well, I’ll give you an example.” Schorl said, taking Sandbar’s mane in hand and using it to pull the stallion’s mouth off of the dick he was eagerly pleasuring.

As Path watched, he could see the earth stallions eyes widen with fear, and his dick shrivel up instantly. Sandbar was simply terrified, seemingly by the mere actions of Schorl. What had she done to make him this way? Did it have anything to do with what she was talking about?

“Sandbar here was a very defiant pony when he first arrived. Very insistent in defying as much of my orders as possible. So I decided the best way to get him to obey was to show him true fear. It took some time, but after a few weeks of effort I managed to get him to show the slightest bit of fear, and when he did, I locked that fear into his mind.”

“You… locked it there?” Path asked, calming down slightly, but still finding the the scene in front of him a bit arousing.

“Yes,” Schorl replied, “And from there, I used that tiny sliver of fear to build it into a larger and larger fear of me and what I could do to him, locking in place his thoughts as they progressed. What you saw on the club stage earlier was just the finalization of his attitude adjustment.”

Path was confused. He didn’t know what that had to do with him suddenly being okay with and even attracted to gay sex. What Schorl said honestly lost him from word one, and he wanted answers. “What does any of that have to do with me?”

“Well,” said Schorl, releasing Sandbar’s mane and allowing him to scurry off the bed and off to the other side of the room, “Just a moment ago you were made to cum buckets by a cute stallion. Not only that, but ever so briefly after learning that it was a guy that had brought you so much pleasure, you found that fact really sexy. At the very least, you connected the image with the pleasure you felt, and that was all I needed to lock that thought in your mind. Now you can’t even imagine that not being arousing.”

Path’s eyes widened as it started to sink in. He couldn’t begin to understand how such a thing could happen, but somehow Schorl took a passing thought and made it a permanent fixture in his mind. That was the power that he had caught a glimpse of earlier at the club room, and it was a scary as he had assumed it would be.

“How long?!” He asked as panic rose again.

“How long?” Schorl asked back.

“How long does it last?!” Path asked, hoping that it was only temporary, though nothing Schorl said had implied it as such.

“It lasts… as long as I wish.” Schorl answered, with all the seriousness she could muster, “This is not some sort of enchantment with a time limit, or a spell I must maintain. This was a change in your very consciousness.”

“B-but why?! Why do this to me?!” Path said, his terror coming less from how he was altered, but that he could be altered in the first place.

“All this time we have been trying to fit you into the role of a femcolt, but you adamantly refused to even pretend to comply. So I had to take matters into my own hands and force the issue.” Schorl sent a glance over to Sandbar, and snapped her fingers at him. “Get back over here, we are continuing.”

“Y-yes mistress!” Sandbar said, rushing back to the bed.

“This isn’t gonna work!” Path said desperately, “I know your trick now. I can’t be changed if I don’t think what you want me to think!”

“Poor, poor Pathfinder.” Schorl mocked, “I’m afraid it’s not that easy. Now that you have your thoughts locked, you can’t think in a way that opposes them. You might be able to keep your attraction to females, which I strongly approve of, but from this point on you will be attracted to males and think as such. For example, did you realize that Sandbar was the one who licked your pert little asshole?”

Path’s heart skipped a beat, and his dick gave a twitch at that revelation. As Schorl had explained to him, he couldn’t not find that idea hot. And as the arousal set in, he saw Schorl’s horn glow right in front of his eyes. The idea had been locked, and he now found males sticking their tongues inside his o-ring to be an attractive concept.

“Sandbar,” Schorl said devilishly, “Start fucking Mr. Finder’s ass, and don’t stop till I tell you.”

“Yes mistress,” Sandbar answered, too scared of the mare to do anything but obey. Out of sheer force of will, the earth stallion got his penis erect again, and as it slowly grew to full size, he positioned himself behind Pathfinder.

“T-this won’t work!” yelled Path as he tried to resist, “I don’t like an-” Before he could finish his declaration, Path realized what he was about to say was no longer true. He was going to express his hatred for anal sex, but that was something that was only true a few minutes ago. Schorl had already showed him the pleasures of anal, and had surely locked that thought into his mind as well.

The pegasus had underestimated the mare, but then again, she had held all the cards from the beginning. If she hadn’t talked him into this deal, she would have found other ways to make him think the way she wanted, and without her explaining her power, he would have never known that he had to keep his thoughts in check at all times in order to not fall prey to it. He, and every slave in the Society, was at the mercy of this invincible spell that could only be countered if one already knew it existed.

As the stallion behind Pathfinder fulfilled the order given to him, shoving his dick slowly into Path’s anus, the depths of Schorl’s power hit Path like an unstoppable wave. As much as he knew he shouldn’t enjoy anal, the feeling of the dick going inside him felt amazing. It was like his reality had been altered, as his fear of the act melted away in a pool of pleasure, and with it faded any resistance his mind had previously built against it.

And as Path gave into this newfound desire, he watched helplessly as Schorl once more locked his thoughts, preventing him from ever going back to the way he once was without her permission. Briefly, he wondered if he even wanted to go back, but something deep inside him told him that as much as he was loving getting his hole plugged, this wasn’t right. That thought was being buried though, until its once mighty yell became the smallest of whispers. That whisper never went away, but it only managed to give Pathfinder a sense of shame in his newfound enjoyment.

Schorl watched Sandbar as he held Pathfinder by the hips, going in and out of the pegasus’ ass, becoming very pleased with her results. Truth was that she did this sort of thing to the slaves and the members of her organization all the time, just usually not in such a direct manner. She would covertly lock an errant thought in place when it suited her needs, setting up scenarios that would lead to certain usable ideas naturally occuring in the minds of her targets, and those secret manipulations were what made the Society function.

Pathfinder had tried to attack a member though, and that required a more heavy-handed approach. Had he not done that, she would have been happy to ease his mind into the role she picked for him, but now he had to be punished. What better punishment than to know that you had zero control over your life? That your own thoughts could be used against you, and that you could be manipulated into thinking however your owner pleased with the right stimulation. Schorl had little doubt that Path would conform after this, knowing that his very mind was her plaything.

Schorl spent some time watching the two go at it, enjoying the view from the comfort of her bed as Pathfinder delved ever deeper into the pleasures of homosexuality, her knees bent to avoid the large puddle of semen that was pooling just in front of her hooves. Eventually though, Schorl heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Schorl called out, and to her expectations, the door unlocked and in came a deer slave with a bottle of wine held in his hands.

“You ordered some wine, Lady Tourmaline?” The male deer said, entering the room and closing the door behind him. He couldn’t help but lock his eyes on the two stallions in the middle of intercourse as he made his way to the head mistress.

“I did,” she said, “Place it on the desk and kneel next to me.”

The deer did as he was commanded, setting the bottle down and taking a place on the floor at Schorl’s side, sitting on his knees.

“Sandbar is getting tired,” she explained to the deer, “And when he cums once more, you can take his place.”

“Thank you, Lady Tourmaline,” the stag said, expressing genuine gratitude. The deer slaves seldom got time with the pony slaves outside of the spa room, so this was a rare treat for him.

“And eventually,” Schorl said with sly, wickedness on her face as she grabbed the chilled bottle of wine, “We can see if we can find some use for this, too.”