Scylla drifted in the sea of her unconscious, exhaustion from her first experience of rape having overpowered her body’s stamina. In her dreams, all that awaited her in the waking world was kept at bay. This realm was a safe haven in an otherwise hostile place. The eye of the storm, one that the kelpie would have greatly appreciated had she the ability to acknowledge it.

In this forced state of rest, her mind was projected a million miles away from those who abducted her. Her dreams had her on the beaches of Haywaii, taking in the sun with Pathfinder, both of them enjoying the vacation like they should have been. It was all there for her; the soft sand, the salty air, and the cool waves that she could almost swear she could feel splash against her skin. It was everything she had hoped for and more, there in that paradise her mind made to comfort her. She couldn’t even recall the minotaur, or the horrid exhibition of the rape she and five other females had been put through, all of it pushed away to a place where the nightmares couldn’t reach her.

This moment of respite was not to last, as the slavers still had much they wanted from the aquatic mare. She was wrenched out of her dreams with a bit of prodding and nudging, which at first she believed was something within her dream. Continued and more powerful shoves brought her back to reality though.

“Huh…? Wha…?” Those were all Scylla could form from her lips as her eyes opened lazily, confusion replacing happiness as the warm sands and blue ocean turned into cold concrete and grey bars.

Scylla was no longer in the circular room with stone seats, no longer attached to the altar. She had complete freedom of movement, but she was inside a sizable cell with three walls and an ‘open’ area blocked by metal rods. She was not alone either, as all five of the other girls that had been raped along with her were there too. Shivering, soaking wet for some reason, fur saturated with water. After awakening a bit more she noticed that she was likewise wet, but her rubbery skin didn’t allow the water to stick like it did her fellow prisoners, as well as insulated her body from the chill the others felt.

“There we go, finally up I see.” The voice came from the other side of the bars, from an unfortunately familiar crystal mare sitting in a wooden chair, accompanied by the minotaur known as Sartek standing aside her. “Thank you for getting her up Nightshade.”

“Y-Y-Your welcome L-L-Lady Tourmaline.” said the mare closest to Scylla, that being the thestral occupying the cell with her.

“Sorry for the rude awakening, but it seems you’re a bit resistant to the usual method.” Schorl kicked a large bucket laying on the floor with her hoof, silently explaining to Scylla why everyone was soaked. “And we needed you up so I could get everypony up to speed and make sure that you’re all on the same page.”

Scylla was expecting the guard mare to deliver a retort to that, seeing as she made it clear that she was the kind of mare who wouldn’t back down from evildoers such as this mare. It was the blue pegasus who was the first to speak up however.

“I think we already understand what’s going on,” Blue Yonder said with disgust toward this mare, though her own shivering brought down her aggressive presence a bit, “You kidnapped all of us and sold us to a bunch of minotaur slavers.”

“Why Miss Yonder, you make it all sound so terrible,” Schorl replied, taking glee in taunting the mare, “But this is exactly what I’m talking about. You really don’t understand the importance of you being here right now. None of you do, save for Nightshade.”

The bat mare gave a bright smile at the sound of her name, taking some bit of pride in being called the smartest pony in the room by the crystal mare.

“Then why?” Scylla said, crawling herself over to the bars to grab hold of them, wanting answers to what could have made the crystal pony do something so cruel, “Why would you bring us here to enslave and raped us?”

“No need to go into mild hysterics Miss Scylla. We have will get to everything in due time.” Schorl answered, without actually answering anything, “For starters, I’m going to clarify that none of you were sold to the minotaur. Your masters work at this facility, help it with its functions, but not a dime was spent on either you, or the tickets involved with the raffle for your ownership.”

“You’re arguing semantics…” Blue Yonder said, draping a hand over her face in annoyance of the crystal mare’s ignorance about the true issue at hand.

“Perhaps,” Schorl replied, “But being that I am a pony in the business of buying, selling, and appropriating pony flesh, I feel it is important to differentiate which of my… trainees actually turn a profit for The Society. As of yet, none of you really fit that bill. Well... save for Miss Midnight, who has been here much longer than the rest of you, and has entertained many a paying customer in our torture chambers.”

“Piss off.” said Midnight, fire in her eyes as she sent death stares at Schorl. For however long the earth mare had been in this prison, and whatever she had been forced to endure, it only seemed to strengthen her resolve to not allow Schorl and those who did business with her to get their way.

“Charming,” Schorl said to Midnight, before returning back to her explanation, “Miss Tale also spent a brief time more in our facilities than the rest of you, as half of you arrived hours at most before the ceremony, but she was here a day ahead of time. She too was given a bit of The Society’s special treatment, but only in a private session with me. Quite the learning experience, I must say. Then again, perhaps I shouldn’t have expected anything else of a pony in her profession.”

Charming Tale blushed slightly, but turned away from her fellow cellmates to keep them from seeing. Whatever Schorl had done and learned surely affected the unicorn more than she wanted the others to know.

“Beyond that, I’ll also have you know that you’re incorrect about the kidnapping part too, as not all of you are here against your will.”

“Are you talking about the bat pony?” asked Gabriella, the rest of the group looking in Nightshade’s direction, all understanding well that she was a willing participant in all this.

“She certainly fits the bill, doesn’t she,” Schorl said, closing her eyes for a cat-like smile, “But there might be others among you that have become accustomed to the way things are here. Maybe I’ve even put a few spies into your little group in order to keep an eye on those not yet trained and tamed.”

Scylla didn’t know if she could trust a single word that came out of this pony’s mouth. Every word she spoke held the intent to cause chaos and spread paranoia. There might have been spies in the group, put there to make sure no pony was stepping out of line, or there could be none and the idea of spies was just brought up to cause distrust. Did it even matter? This was all too confusing for a simple shopkeeper.

“What makes you think that you’re going to get away with this?” Midnight asked rhetorically, the sense of justice she had built up as a guard mare telling her that this mare would never prevail with her vile scheme.

“Ah yes, the standard ‘you’ll never get away with this’ declaration,” Schorl replied, unphased by the statement, “But let’s just take a look here, shall we? In you’re little group we have a guard who is officially ‘under cover’ at the moment, a self ostracized Canterlot noble who goes wherever the wind takes her, a writer who spends months secluded away from the rest of Equestria, a bat mare from another nation who came here of her own accord, a gryphon who annoyed every other member of her race, and a shopkeeper whose friends think she just went on a long vacation on a tropical island. I’m sure that the search parties are being rounded up as we speak.”

The group looked at one another, and then thought privately about everything Schorl just said. None of them wanted to say it aloud, but the crystal mare just listed a bunch of very good reasons why no one would be looking for them, or would even be aware that their disappearance was odd.

“Now that you get why you won’t be leaving here until we say otherwise, why don’t we get down to what it is you’ll be doing here, and what is expected of you during your stay.” Straightening herself up in her chair, Schorl placed her hands in her lap, “Your main purpose is simple enough, and has already been fulfilled in a way.”

“How so?” Charming Tale chimed in, curious about what Schorl had done to them.

“Patience…” Schorl responded, “If you keep interrupting me, it will take more time to explain.”

“Sorry…” Charming said back, though less in a submissive manner and more in an indignant way, further making her stance on all this all the more unreadable. The unicorn was just a little hard to gauge based on outward presentation alone.

“Anyways, you have all undergone the first, and most important stage of your training as a slave. You have all been taken by your minotaur masters, and with that having been done you’ve each been-”

“Knocked up with a bull baby in our bellies!” Nightshade yelled, unable to hold her excitement about the topic. Schorl gave a sigh at the interruption, to which Nightshade turned a bit sheepish. “Oops, sorry Lady Tourmaline. I should’ve let you say it.”

Of course, none of the others were at all excited about this new revelation. For some, the thought of the possibility never crossed their mind. Scylla had been told by her owner that his intent for her was to bare a child, but until now she still clung to the hope that he was trying to scare her. With it now confirmed, the slaves in the cage were in an uproar.

“What do you mean we’re knocked up?!” screamed Midnight.

“That can’t be possible. We can’t be compatible with minotaur.” Blue Yonder added a little panicked, but calm enough to not raise her voice, “I’ve traveled around the world and I’ve never seen a hybrid between bovines and ponies.”

“No, I doubt you would have.” Schorl said, confirming the pegasus’ beliefs. “There are no hybrids between ponies and bovines. Same for gryphons, before that inevitable question is ask.”

“Then…” Scylla spoke up, but her voice was barely louder than a whisper when compared to the others. Still, what she said was important enough that everypony quieted when she said it. “How can we get pregnant if none of us can mix with minotaur?”

“That’s simple, you sweet little kelpie.” said Schorl, “When a minotaur impregnates a woman, the female’s egg is overwhelmed by their incredibly potent semen, and the boy that comes from it will become a minotaur without a doubt. A one-hundred percent, pure blooded bull.”

“That can happen?” Scylla questioned, amazed to hear about this odd trait of minotaur breeding.

“Why yes, and it has to happen that way because of how minotaur reproduce. You see, minotaur can only be born male. I doubt that any of you have ever seen a female minotaur before.”

None of the girls could say they have, but then some couldn’t even say that they have seen any minotaur. They weren’t exactly a common species in Equestria, even if other bovines like cows, bulls, and buffalo were. Minotaur were an odd race outside of these species, and it was a bit of mystery where these creatures originated to begin with.

“That being said, minotaur can only breed with women of other races.” Schorl continued, “Which apparently is a huge problem. Most other creatures in the world are much smaller than a minotaur, and as you all have experienced it can be uncomfortable to get fucked by one of these powerful men, even if precautions are taken to make it as easy on a woman as possible.”

‘Uncomfortable’ was an understatement. The act of having sex with one of the bovines was borderline unbearable.

“Because of this, the minotaur have found it increasingly difficult to find willing participants for breeding, and as a species their race as dwindled. That is until a group of them decided to take matters into their own hands, and started abducting and enslaving women to carry their young. This includes ponies, deer, cows, and whatever other females they can get their hands on. They keep males around too, but only as… personal entertainment and to breed more females to propagate their own race. Honestly it’s a very admirable and ambitious operation they have going on to make sure they don’t go extinct, and one that is helped by, and supports, the operations of my own ventures into flesh trafficking.”

“They can’t just ask a girl on a date like a normal person?” Blue Yonder asked, fairly indignant about the explanation given to her about why she had to be kidnapped and forced into this breeding program.

Schorl was about to respond, but before she could move her lips the minotaur that acted as her bodyguard stepped forward. Approaching the bars to look down on the naked pegasus, he gave a snort from his nostrils, signifying his contempt for the pegasus, or perhaps just what she had to say.

“My people did all they could to make what is a necessary process for us easier for you lesser creatures. We created medicines to make sex less painful and easier to do. We tried romancing your kind and showering you with gifts. We went out of our way to make females feel special, but…” Sartek undid his pants to expose his massively endowed shaft, so huge that it shocked most of the occupants of the cell, especially since it was giant despite not being remotely erect, “When presented with the idea that this would have to enter their bodies, most females would back out just before the act. Every so often a bull would get lucky and find a mare willing to go through the pain, endure pregnancy, and suffer birthing a child not intended for their small bodies. Those few are appreciated for their sacrifice, but were far too small in numbers, and becoming more scarce with each generation.”

“That doesn’t give you an excuse to do this to us.” Blue Yonder rebutted, grounded by her morality.

“Perhaps it doesn’t,” Sartek agreed, putting away his penis, “Many of our species believes likewise that what we do to prolong our race is wrong. However, some of those bulls exist among your masters. Even though they see this as a terrible thing, they know it would be a more terrible thing to allow an entire race to go extinct through inaction.”

“And what about you?” Blue Yonder wondered aloud.

“I,” said Sartek, his voice booming into the cell with so much contempt behind the single vowel word that in made the girls in it flinch by it’s utterance, “Could care less about how any of you feel about this. When I look at all of you, each a representation of of your species, all I see is weakness and inferiority. Were it up to me, you all would be placed in a breeding line, your heads placed in stocks and hips elevated by a bar to allow my men easier access to your snatches. You only serve one purpose now, and that is to bare bull after bull until you can’t anymore. With that in mind, none of you have any sympathy from me.”

“You’re a monster…” said Blue Yonder, believing her point was made, “And if that crystal mare is siding with such a cause, she’s a monster too.”

Surprisingly Sartek said nothing to that and instead returned to his spot next to Schorl’s side, leaning his back against the wall, and crossing his arms. The bull looked pleased with himself, like he had gotten something off his chest that he had been keeping welled up for some time. Schorl also chose not to respond to the taunt directed at her, for reasons the rest of the women present could only assume.

“But wait a minute,” Gabriella said, shaking her head as if in disbelief, “How can you be sure we’re pregnant? I’m not in my cycle, so it shouldn’t have took.”

While this seemed to be the gryphon trying to rationalize a way out of having a baby bull growing in her belly, she did have somewhat of a point. Ponies had to be in their estrus cycle to be fertile, and even then it was possible that some of the group were on the pill and had taken one before they were captured. Scylla herself was having trouble remembering if she had taken her own in preparations for the trip, or if she had chosen to hold off until she and her father had set hoof in Haywaii.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about your heat cycle,” said Schorl, quickly dismissing Gabby’s attempt to escape motherhood through logic, “Minotaur cum is incredibly virile, perhaps out of necessity, and as you all felt it comes in such volumes that it floods the womb. Unless you’ve made yourself incapable of having children by some means, then you have a bun in the oven. Besides, if by some ridiculous fluke you avoided the first attempt at insemination, your master will have plenty more chances to plant his seed, as it were.”

Just like that, the gryphon’s sliver of hope was snapped in twain, forcing her to go silent and contemplate on the future pain she would feel as she pushed out, from the sound of it, a rather large bovine boy.

“I see you all are simply ecstatic about the prospects of becoming proud mothers,” Schorl said, unquestionably sarcastic when every one of the unwilling women had on their faces varying expressions of hate and defeat, none of them seeing this as anything less than the worst form of bodily violation that could have been inflicted upon them. “But I assure you that this isn’t a bad thing.”

“Really!?” Midnight shouted out from behind the cell bars, voice stressed and filled with rage, “I don’t see you volunteering yourself for this!”

Schorl responded with a chuckle, “What I mean is that there are some benefits to being a minotaur’s slave wife. Isn’t that right, Sartek?”

For a second time the hulking male opened his mouth to speak, with much less contempt in his words this time.

“As dictated by the supreme senate of Minopolis, so long as you all behave yourselves, you’ll be well taken care of. Food, warm shelter, and general comfort during your time carrying and delivering your child will be provided to those who do everything commanded of them by their master, as will you receive whatever affection and gifts your masters believe your obedience has earned. No unwarranted harm will come to those who conform to their new roles, and once you’ve proven that you can be trusted we’ll consider returning some of your liberties”

“The only reason we’ll be holding you here, aside for the purposes of training your bodies to more easily go through what is to come and to condition you to be better slaves for your masters, is to ensure you won’t try something drastic in attempt to terminate the pregnancy. You’ll find that during your stay here, every facet of your lives will be planned out and closely monitored in order to ensure the health of your future children, at the expense of your happiness, comfort, and freedom of movement if need be.”

The way Schorl stressed the last part of that heavily implied that this all was something avoidable so long as those captive simply obeyed. That pseudo-promise alone was enough to make Scylla think it might actually be better to just go along with this, and gave her hope that if she was well behaved enough they might let her see her father again. The opposite of that was pain, misery, and bondage, so she would rather not go against them to make a bad situation worse.

“So what about after we’re done ‘fulfilling our role’?” Charming asked, “Are you going to let us go once we birth these calfs?”

“That is up to your master.” Schorl answered, “They might want a couple of sons out of you, or more. I’ll say though that even if they decide you’re too good to let go, The Society does have a program for ‘free range’ slaves, where we allow those who have fully accepted our rules and regulations to return to their normal lives, letting them rejoin the general populous. This comes with the stipulations that the slave gives up their will to their owner, and by extension The Society itself, but I believe the privilege more than makes up for the relinquishing of one’s self to those greater than themselves.”

“Interesting…” Charming Tale commented aloud, before muttering under her breath something that Scylla could barely make out as, “I wish I had my notepad right now.”

After that, the cell went quiet, as did the hallway just outside of it. All questions the mares could think of had been answered, all things Schorl felt they needed to know explained in enough detail that she was satisfied.

“I think that covers the basic tutorial for your stay in The Society.” said the crystal mare, “From this point forward, you will learn any additional rules as you go along. You will be taken to your rooms, and allowed a bit more rest before you are initiated proper into the ranks of our slave stock. Your daily regimen will consist of three meals, eight hours of sleep, daily showers, and a bit of exercise to keep your bodies from getting flabby. This is much better terms than our average slave gets, so please appreciate these extra privileges that comes with both your pregnancies and your continued cooperation with the process.”

“Of course, and how incredibly gracious you are for allowing us these blessings,” Midnight said in a very phony posh tone, displaying well her sarcasm towards Schorl.

“That aside… when you are not in the middle of these small luxuries, you will be doing work for The Society itself. Cleaning, being put on display, serving our members, and so on.”

“Our masters are going to allow others to touch us?” asked Blue Yonder, figuring that the minotaur were the possessive type.

“It is a necessary part of the process,” explained Schorl, “Acting as part of your training. The members, and our personal trainers, are very good at adjusting the attitudes of slaves, and the variety of fetishes they have will get you use to the kind of things your owners will want of you. Believe me, there are some here with much more extreme kinks than anything a minotaur will put you through. Also, allowing members to rent you all is a cost moderation method, as housing, feeding, and care for slaves can be quite costly. The more a members pay for your time and the use of your bodies, the less your master has to pay to reimburse The Society for our services. If they are lucky, they might even turn a profit off you.”

“Besides,” Nightshade piped in, her excitement in her enslavement showing prominently, “We’re already pregnant, so we can have all the kinky sex we want and not have to worry about it. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Not that there won’t be some restrictions,” Schorl added, “We of course will make sure that nothing happens to you that could endanger your babies, but some of your owners have also set certain restrictions to your use.”

“Oh?” Nightshade said with worry, her ears drooping slightly at the sound of possible limits to her sexual explorations.

“Don’t you worry Nightshade. Your master has allowed for you to be a Type 1 slave, as well have Charming and Midnight’s masters done for them. That means that members will have full access to your bodies to do as they please, so long as it isn’t too dangerous for you.”

Just like that, the bat mare perked right back up, ”Oh goodie, I was hoping that would happen.”

“Gabriella and Scylla on the other hand, are Type 2s. They can be used sexually, but their master’s have reserved the right to give them any form of punishment beyond a slap on the rear. That means that none of you have to worry about being put into anything that could be painful. Sexual torment is a common kink among our members, so you both should be very thankful for the protection your masters have bestowed upon you.”

“Y-yes… I am…” Scylla said aloud, as if to appease her absent minotaur master. She was happy to hear that the amount of terrible things that could be done to her were once more narrowed down.

“And that leaves Blue Yonder, who is our only Type 3 in the group. She will be allowed to be teased and tortured, to help tame that ‘Wild’ spirit of hers, but will not be allowed to have any sexual interactions outside of that which is provided by her master, with one exception.”

“An exception?” Wild Blue asked, not liking the sound of that.

“Seems your master is permitting access to your mouth for any and all male members who want to stick their cocks into your muzzle. I assume it’s part of your training, and he wants you to learn how to give head like a professional. He might even be hoping you’ll come to like it.”

All the pegasus could say in response to that was “Gross” as she imagined how her mouth and throat were probably going to get very acquainted to the salty taste of penis during her stay here.

“Well, I’ll admit that the flavor of a shaft is an acquired taste, but we’ll make sure you adapt to it as easily as possible.” That being said, Schorl stood up from her seat. “But as I said before, you’ll have a little time before you have to worry. Until then, enjoy your stay in my facility. I hope to hear great things from all of you.”

Finished with her lengthy explanation, Schorl crouched down momentarily to grab the bucket on the floor. Once it’s handle was in hand, she stood back up and walked down the hall, leaving the sights of the celled up women. Sartek stayed behind, giving The Society’s six new prisoners a final once over.

“I know none of you will believe this, but you all just hit the jackpot.” he said without a hint of his statement being a joke, “We are about to take care of you for the rest of your pathetic lives, and all you have to do is not act on stupidity. Think about that when you’re about to do something you’ll regret. It will save you a lot of pain later.”

Having said what he wanted, Sartek followed his employer, the mares feeling the ground tremble slightly with each of his steps until he made it far enough away. Now alone, none knew what to say to one another. The situation seemed bleak, and as far as they could tell there was no way out. Even if somepony knew of something that could help them escape, none of them could really talk about it either, not with the bat pony listening in, or the potential spy Schorl mentioned earlier. Right now all they could do was sit, and wait for whoever would come to retrieve them to come.