“Hey! Let me out of here!” screamed an infuriated brown pegasus stallion at no one in particular.

Pathfinder had been taken far away from Scylla, to another part of the Society’s facility altogether. As his daughter was escorted out of the spa, he had been picked up and dropped off at the place he was now, having been kept there for what felt like hours.

Where his captors had left him seemed to have been built only to humiliate those it held, and those it held were all pegasus ponies. Stallions and mares, all with wings bound in tight leather belts that were inches thick, each trapped in one of the most embarrassing things a sapient avian could be stuck in: a pony sized birdcage.

When Pathfinder came to this room, he was immediately bound in the same way as the rest and tossed into one of these cages by the minotaur who brought him, who then manned one of the many cranks lining the walls to elevate the pegasus dangerously high above the stone floor. Now he dangled precariously from a metal chain, shaking his ovalish cell to and fro as he tried desperately to open its door.

Knowing that Scylla was in certain danger, that their captors were doing something awful to her as he stayed stuck in this place, filled him with uncharacteristic courage, or perhaps incredibly characteristic foolishness. Even if he could muster the clydesdalian strength that would be needed to force the currently locked door of his cage open, made it to the floor without breaking every bone in his body, and somehow reunited with Scylla, he still had no clue how to actually leave this place. Still, he couldn’t just sit idly by as Celestia knows what was happening to his little girl.

Rattling his cage a bit more, Pathfinder rocked it around enough to hit its bottom against the chain of another cage. This cause the object of iron to suddenly jar, disrupting the pony held within in startling fashion.

“Holy crap!” yelled the pegasus stallion elevated slightly below Path, his cage tipping from the impact, so much that his body fell into its bars. “Knock it off up there, will ya!?”

Having endangered another pony, Pathfinder had no choice but to relent. He let go of the bars, setting himself in the center of the straw covered metal plate beneath him.

“Stupid newbies, causing trouble for everypony else.”

“Sorry!” Path yelled down to the other stallion, partially meaning it to be a sincere apology, but also using it to yell out some of his frustration.

“Don’t be sorry!” The other stallion replied, as angry as Pathfinder was, “Just settle down and stop being a problem!”

Pathfinder wished he could settle down, not only with his current anxiety, but with something more personal as well.

Before he had left the spa room earlier, the minotaur acting as his guard and guide had the deer give him a parting gift in the form of a metal ring, which was currently hugging the base of his swollen penis. The does, using an act of fellatio, imbued the ring with some of their odd magic, making the looped accessory glow with it. This made the ring squeeze tightly around his forcefully erect shaft, and periodically made it squeeze again and again to stimulate his cock and keep it at maximum erection. Every time he thought his shaft might soften, the glow on it would strengthen temporarily to keep it rigid. Judging by the patterns of the glow, ones that matched the tattoos he had seen on the deer earlier, Path devised that the ring and any devices like it must need the cervids to power them, which might explain why this group would have gone out of their way to enslave so many.

Path shook his head harshly to focus his thoughts back to what was important, something he had to do several times already since his mind kept wandering back to that ring. It was hard not to, with his stiffie as hard as it was distracting him greatly. If only the pegasus could rub one off real quick, but as tight as the ring was on him, he doubted anything by pre-cum would manage to slip through its grip. Past experience served as an example to that, so he didn’t even bother when all he’d be shooting would be blanks.

“Don’t let Hoops get you down,” said another occupant of the cages, a white pegasus with dark blue hair curled up in the straw of her suspended cell. She gave a long, open mouthed yawn before opening a pair of tired eyes, revealing their emerald hue. “He’s just grumpy. We all get a little cranky from time to time in this place.”

“Cranky?” Pathfinder said back questioning the terminology she gave, as that was commonly used to describe tired foals, not adults.

“Yeah, our keepers don’t give us a lot of time to sleep.” the mare said, stretching out a bit as she rolled onto her back, her slightly below average size breasts pointing upwards, “Usually four to six hours, or at least that’s what they tell us. Heck if I know if they’re telling the truth.”

Pathfinder watched on as the mare placed a hand on her breast and in an ungraceful display scratched the side of it, not caring about the stallion watching her do it. Her lack of modesty had an effect on Pathfinder though, and he found himself looking away to hide the fact that a blush was forming on his face from watching her touch her admittedly lovely body.

“But trust me newbie, you’re not getting out of that cage until the crystal witch wants you out of there. Struggling now will just make you more tired later.”

“I know you’re right,” Pathfinder relented, “But…”

“No buts,” The mare said setting her arms behind her head, making her hands into a pillow, “Whatever reason you think it’s worth draining yourself for, it’s not. If you want to get out of this with any of your own will intact, you’re gonna need to not waste energy on pointless escape attempts.”

“It’s not pointless!” Path protested, seeing nothing about wanting to save Scylla that was in vain.

The mare closed her eyes for a second, then opened them as she turned her head to face Pathfinder. “That came out wrong…” she said apologetically, “What I meant to say was that right now nothing can be gained from exhausting yourself. Eventually, somepony is gonna come for you, and when they do-”

“Their gonna make you their bitch and make you cum as they do.”

“Hoops, for fuck’s sake.” The mare half-heartedly scolded the stallion who had cut her off. “But he’s right. The pony that runs this place, as well as the ‘members’ love to torture us and make us do things for their amusement. If I were you, I’d just cross my fingers that the one that does is a mare whose really into doing it in the missionary position.”

“A-are… there ponies here that are like that?” Pathfinder asked.

“Not that I’ve seen,” the mare replied, “All the bastards here have some sort of strange kinks that they like to use us to explore. It sucks, but we just have to put up with it.”

Pathfinder gulped, and found himself actually following the advice he was given as he prayed internally that he only encountered the mildest of the perverted desires these evil ponies had in store for him.

“Anyways, the name’s High Winds,” the mare said finally introducing herself.

“Pathfinder,” Path replied in kind, “Wait a second, did you say ‘High Winds’? As it the-”

“The Wonderbolt, High Winds.” she said, closing her eyes as she got back into a resting position, “Don’t feel bad for not noticing sooner. Fans don’t usually recognize me outside of uniform.”

Learning that this mare was actually a Wonderbolt troubled Pathfinder even more than he already was, as if these slavers could get somepony as high profile as her, then exactly how much power or influence did they have? This begged a question that Path just had to ask though, as he needed to know what he was dealing with, and how screwed he was.

“D-do you mind telling me how you ended up here?” he asked, understanding that the question might have been insensitive, but found it to be the most important thing he could ask of her.

“How I got here?” she repeated back, sounding as if she was drifting back to sleep, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya, but a pair of my flight partners sent me here. One of them went AWOL on an unscheduled vacation, and when she got back they were able to go as fast as I had seen a pony go. A while later she asked me if I’d like to go through the same wing training too, and one of our stallions backed her up. Most athlete ponies would kill for that kind of speed, so I asked for a few months leave. Before I even left though, a group of gryphons nabbed me in my home and brought me here. A little after that I learned that they were connected, and Fleetfoot and Soarin had set me up on The Society’s orders.”

“You’re own teammates betrayed you?!” Pathfinder was shocked. To learn that The Society had their claws sunk so deeply into Equestria that they could set up such an abduction of a high profile pony without being noticed was, simply put, astonishing and scary.

“I’m not sure they wanted to,” High Winds said, “They are probably in it deep with these slavers too. Maybe their brainwashed or are addicted to one of the drugs they peddle here, but I’m sure they aren’t members.”

“How can you be so sure?” Path had to ask, wanting to know how the Wonderbolt could be so convicted about the innocence of her others when put into such a dire position by them.

“Well…” High winds started, sounding a bit too tired to go through a game of twenty questions. She pushed through her fatigue though, for the sake of informing a newbie about the workings of this place, “My owner is Fleur De Lis.”

“The model?!” This all was getting stranger by the minute, with more and more famous ponies being name dropped into having some involvement with this.

“Yeah… she hired The Society to capture me and train me as a slave. She was there the day I came in to examine me as her newest possession, and said ‘her Wonderbolts collection is growing’, or something. Guess that means that she’s trying to make my whole team into her slaves, for whatever reason.”

“That’s… wow…” Path was brought near speechless. Not only had members of The Wonderbolts been enslaved by a fashion model of all things, to the extent that they obeyed the mare and helped with the enslavement of other ponies, but it was an ongoing plot to eventually get them all!? That was crazy, and if he had not heard this under such dire circumstances he would have never believed it. It was just too out there to be true, sounding more like an attempt at erotic fiction than anything grounded in reality.

“A lot of ponies have been brought here this way, through friends that are already slaves, or being sent in the mail tickets to a resort that doesn’t exist, or under the promise of some business venture. If you ask any of the slaves here, you’ll get all kinds of stories about how they were tricked or taken in the middle of the night.”

Pathfinder noticed some other pegasi in the room hanging their heads in shame and despair, thinking back to how they themselves had come to this place. Path’s case was no different really. He was going on a vacation, he had informed all his friends and everypony in Vanhoover that he would be leaving for some time. All it would have taken is one of them to be a member of The Society, or a tamed slave, to have learned of the perfect opportunity to add him and his kelpie daughter to their collection like all the others they had held in their cages.

“Anyways,” High Winds said, picking up where she left off, “Like I said before, you’re better off just trying to rest for now. You’ll need a Society member to let you out of that cage, so until then you’re going nowhere. Trust me, plenty of us have tried before.”

“Fine…” Path said, relenting to the advice of this senior slave. If there truly nothing he could do for now, then perhaps sleeping would at least let time pass quicker. That is, if he could even get to sleep with the raging boner still pestering him from between his legs. Laying back in his straw bedding, he tried his best to push the want to touch and stroke it out of his mind, so he might get some moments of uninterrupted sleep.

Pathfinder didn’t have long at all to attempt to slip into slumber, as not even a minute after he laid down he heard the sound of a metal door opening beneath him, followed by the words “WAKE UP, YOU LAZY WORMS!” being yelled up to him from below.

With all this noise, Path’s eyes shot open. As did High Wind’s, as she let out a near silent groan and said “Already?” under her breath while getting up on her knees.

Pathfinder saw that she wasn’t the only one getting up from their sitting position, as the others in their cages likewise got close to their bars to kneel before them. Curious as to what, or more appropriately ‘who’ could be making them do this unified act, the stallion looked down to the ground floor beneath him.

There he spotted two tiny ponies, at least from his perspective, both mare pegasi from what he could tell, one a beige pony with brunette hair, and the other blue with an orange mane. The two of them quickly grew in size, flapping their wings to come up to where all the imprisoned ponies were.

“I expect to see perfect posture from all of you!” the blue one demanded of the slaves, causing some to reevaluate how they held themselves, and straighten up in the minute time they had before she arrived. “So how about it, Whiplash? See any that stand out to you?”

“I don’t know?” replied the beige mare, flying from cage to cage, looking over those inside as if seeking a puppy from a pet store. “I’m not even sure of whether I’m in the mood for a dick to tease, or a twat to torture yet. Perhaps I should get a better look at their assets.”

“You heard her, present yourselves to this esteemed member of The Society.”

Without a word of protest, the males in the room all scooted a bit forward, pressing their front against their bars, sticking their dicks through one of the gaps to give an unobstructed view of what they had to offer. Some who didn’t have rings like Pathfinder had to rub their crotches against the cages to coax their rods from their sheaths, but in the end they all stuck out proudly despite the shame exhibited on the faces of those who bore them.

The mares, on the other hand, did not press their chests through the bars, but instead turned around, got on all fours, and put their rumps against them. With legs spread and tails raised, both of the holes on all the enslaved females were on public display, a sight that pathfinder himself hated to admit made his own privates twitch with excitement. Even more so as he watched the mare called Whiplash fly from cage to cage, dipping her fingers into the awaiting slits, or stroking off a stallion’s cock a few times in some attempt to test the quality of the sex organs. For as terrible this situation was, it was also undeniably hot, at least for one who has had experience in BDSM, like himself.

As Whiplash went around violating the personal space of all these poor ponies, the other mare floated in spot in the center of all the cages, using her wings to hover at the same level as the highest cages. With arms crossed, the pegasus surveyed everything. She mostly kept to Whiplash, but occasionally shifted her vision to one of the prisoners, like she was the warden among a band of convicts. Pathfinder wasn’t the only one to notice when her eyes drifted away from her associate either, as it appeared that whenever they landed on somepony new, that pony would tense up in response. Even ones that Path thought were turned away from her would do this, like they could feel her attention hitting their bodies.

“Hey, you there,” she said out of nowhere, landing her sights on Pathfinder himself, “I don’t recognize you. Are you a newbie?”

Pathfinder didn’t know if he was suppose to answer that, but to be honest he didn’t want to answer it, so he didn’t. This wasn’t really the best move for him though, as it brought on the direct attention of the mare, who then flew down in front of him. Path wasn’t going to be intimidated by her though, so he just sat there, eyes locking with this blue mare’s with neither of them budging. That was until the mare decided to take measures into her own hands.

With speed that Path’s eyes couldn’t begin to track, she shot an arm into the stallion’s suspended cell. Before he could start to try reacting to the motion, her hand clamped down around his shaft, gripping right beneath his cockhead.

“I said...“ she begun, just before giving her wings a mighty flap while pulling back with her arm. With one of his most sensitive body parts firmly in the hand of this mare, Path found himself following her to avoid an immense amount of pain, only to end up face first into the bars with his shaft still having to endure a bit of improper tugging. “Are… You.. A.. Newbie!?”

“Yes!” Path yelled, wanting desperately for the mare to stop pulling his penis the way she was. As much as he liked a bit of bondage, he was never really the masochistic type, so this attention to his sex organs was not well received.

“What is your name, bitch?!” the mare shouted at him, flapping her wings so hard that she was able to pull his birdcage to a tilt using his dick as a handle.

“Pathfinder!” the stallion replied, caving easily at this kind of treatment. He should have known better after the spa room that those who were part of The Society had little concern for physical torture, or forcing something to happen if they wanted it to happen. If he could go back ten seconds in time, he would have just answered the question freely to avoid all this.

“What kingdom are you from?!”

“W-What?!” Pathfinder cried out shocked, clearly being Equestrian.

“What ain’t no kingdom I’ve ever heard of! Do they speak equine in What?”

Understanding his mistake in not answering her properly, Pathfinder rectified it quickly. “I’m from Equestria! I’m from Equestria!”

“Oh, so you’re from Equestria now? Then I suppose you can understand the words that are coming out of my mouth.” The blue mare flapped her wings harder and harder, looking as if she was trying to make the cage go fully horizontal with her efforts.

“Yes! Yes! I understand! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” Pathfinder practically screamed in fear that his dick might be torn off if this continued.

To his relief, the apology got the mare to release him, but that relief was only felt for a split second before he realized his cage was now swinging out of control. It went back and forth, tossing him about with it, and somehow ended up contacting with the chain to Hoop’s cage again. This time however, the male pegasus didn’t see the need to pick a verbal fight with the pony who caused his own prison to shudder. Not when seeing who that pony happened to be.

Pathfinder had to wait awhile for his own cage to settle and when it did the blue mare was still right there to met him. “Get on your knees and present it, bitch.”

Within seconds, Path changed the way he sat to match that of every other stallion in the chamber, now seeing why they took it without question. With a psychotic bitch like this as a guard, it was better not to rile her up just to maintain some bit of pride that wasn’t worth the pain it would cost you.

With everything settled, except for Pathfinder’s now aching dick, the pegasus guard directed herself back to the only other un-imprisoned pony in the room. “You figure out which one you want yet, Whiplash?”

“Not quite yet,” replied the beige pegasus while nonchalantly flicking the cockhead of a stallion who had to just stand there and take it, having paid no mind to anything her cohort had been doing, “To be honest Lightning, they all seem a bit… dull. You do too good a job turning these slave ponies into simpering submissives.”

“How could I call myself a trainer with a clear conscience if I didn’t whip these slackers into shape?” the mare said in what sounded to be a joke, though Path found nothing humorous about that, even if it got a giggle out of the other Society member.

Whiplash elevated herself up a bit more, ending up at the cage of High Winds. “What about this one? She is a Wonderbolt, right?”

“Yes ma’am, I am.” High Winds answered, pressing her firm rear even harder against her bars while lifting her tail high. “And like all the others, I’ve been trained to obey and submit to the will of my betters.”

“Hmph, useless.” Whiplash said, pulling away from the mare immediately I want somepony who's gonna put up a bit of a fight. Something I can personally break in and have some fun with.”

“Then you don’t want a pegasus.” said the mare called Lightning, “Lady Tourmaline has put me in charge of every slave with a set of wings, and I wouldn’t let a single one of them step out of line with me past day one.”

“Then what about this one?” Whiplash said locking her sights on Pathfinder.

“Fresh Meat?” Lightning questioned, creating a nickname for Pathfinder out of the blue. “Sorry, but one minute with me and he’s already too scared to try fighting.”

Pathfinder wanted to dispute that assumption, but his sore shaft made a strong argument for Lightning’s case as it stood on the opposite side of his cage than where he was.

“Hmmm, but he is cute though. Kneeling there, helpless, like a little scared bunny cornered by a predator.” Whiplash licked her lips, wondering if this girlish stallion had been tested out by any of the other members yet. She did so enjoy being the first one to try out whatever new equipment Schorl had brought in. “If I can’t get a pegasus who can put up a fight, then I’ll settle for him.”

“Eh, I would have went for the Wondercunt myself, but it’s your coin.” Adding a bit of a shrug to her words, Lightning pulled out a key and unlocked the cage door.

Pathfinder, noticing that she was going so far as to open the door, quickly backed away to the farthest point away from it as he could get. “Are you crazy?! I could fall out like that!” he said this, but just minutes prior to the arrival of the two mares he had been trying to get the door open on his own.

“Don’t you worry,” Whiplash said in a less than comforting tone, “We will make sure you and your flightless wings are safe.” The beige mare flew upwards, going all the way to the stone ceiling, and put her hands on a couple of grey bricks sticking out from it.

With the slightest of effort, the stone protrusions slid aside, and out from the holes they revealed came a set of chains. Like the ones holding the bird cages, these were incredibly long. Unlike them however, these ones ended in cuffs. Pathfinder was knowledgeable enough to know that the only purpose for those kinds of cuffs was to have them placed on his wrists. What they would be used for after that though, he was still unsure.

As expected, Whiplash came to him with chains in hand, stopping right in front of his open door. “Here,” she said bluntly, tossing the cuffs inside, “Put those on.”

Pathfinder watched the cuffs land in the straw covering the cage floor, and knew that he was going to be forced into them one way or another, but he still hesitated to even reach for them. As poor a position he was in, he didn’t want to just give in to every order given to him by his captors. That sentiment lasted about ten seconds though, as while he sat there looking at the shackles, he started to feel his cage slowly tilt forward.

“Oh no…” he whispered to himself, taking a quick peek behind him to see Lightning holding onto the back end of his cage, flapping her wings to slowly lift it up by that side. She was giving Path an ultimatum, and thus he rushed to get the shackles on before his time limit was up. All it took was a wrapping of the metal around his arms and a joining of their two ends to lock them into place. The clicking noise they made once shut told him they were secure, but in his panic he had to pull against the seams to insure they wouldn’t come apart. To his relief, it wouldn’t come apart. To his dismay, Lightning wasn’t stopping her progress on re-angling the cage.

“I got them on! I got them- WOAH!” The steady incline that Lightning was creating immediately became a sheer drop, spilling Pathfinder out of the cage. He tried to grasp onto something on his way out, but all he got were hands full of straw. Instinct kicked in next, and his wings kicked against the leather belts keeping them shut in order to spread out so he could fly, but the bonds on them were far too strong to break. With no way to stop himself, he plummeted.

Of course with the shackles attached to him, he didn’t fall too far before the chains drew tight, and his body was met with their tight grip keeping them held up against the forces of gravity. The force tugged painfully on his arms for a split second, before the momentum swung his body upwards briefly, putting Path into a light swing. Heart racing, arms sore from his entire body being forcefully weighed down on them, the stallion’s thoughts was filled with terror at what just happened to him. Pegasi could endure such a free-fall easily, mentally conditioned to take extreme drops in stride, but with his wings disabled he was no less vulnerable than an earth pony when it came to the fear of plummeting to your doom.

He was safe for now though, held aloft by the tight grip of his wrist bindings. That had to be the two mare’s plan all along, and he should have realized that they wouldn’t do anything to really harm him, but in the moment a pony doesn’t have the luxury of rational thought.

Now that his adrenal glands were settling down, he could better see that he was just as safe here dangling a dozen feet off the ground as he was in his cage. It’d simply be annoying if he hadn’t just tried to void his already emptied bowels seconds ago.

When he had gotten enough time to settle down, Path felt something force down on the top of his skull, a light but noticeable weight that compressed his neck into his body. Next thing he knew, he was staring into the upside-down face of Whiplash.

“Now wasn’t that exciting?” the mare said with devilish glee, “I doubt that you’ve ever had that much fun in… wherever a common pony like yourself came from.”

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” Path yelled, flailing his legs about to move himself and get the mare off his head.

Whiplash stayed ‘balanced’ though, and continued her taunt of the strung up stallion. “That’s good. That kind of fear gets the blood pumping. Keeps you active… alive. Right now, every part of you is moving at one hundred miles a second, trying to keep up with the danger around you, letting you perceive every important detail in hopes that there is some chance to escape.” With a push of her arm, Whiplash leapt off of Pathfinders head and twisted herself around in the air so that she got back right side up. “Which of course, there is none.”

Whiplash was right about that. At the moment his arms were practically useless, and he was floating in the middle of near empty air. He couldn’t even swing to any of the other cages to try to get some footing, because they were all distances and angles that put him just out of reach of them, which was probably something done on purpose.

“You’ll soon learn that when it comes to being a slave in The Society, you have no control over anything. Your body, your emotions, your thoughts. All of them are things that we guide to get out of you what we want.”

“And what exactly do you want?” Path asked, if only to get her to a point faster.

Whiplash’s evil smile widened, but she said nothing to the male pegasus. Instead, she reduced the pace of her wing flaps, making her sink downward in a slow descent. Pathfinder tried to follow her, but the collar on his neck restricted the extent in which he could tilt his head downwards.

So since he couldn’t follow her, he looked around to see what the other free mare in the room was doing, wondering where she had went after forcing him out of his cell. It took a few seconds to find her, looking all around, going from cage to cage to try and catch her harassing some other poor soul. He found no signs of Lightning around the other prisoners, no patch of blue nor strand of orange hair, but he did spot some of the ponies looking in an odd direction. They were looking above, moving their eyes as if to keep a watchful eye on something else going on.

Looking up himself, he spotted Lightning and what she was up to. She was near the ceiling messing with the bricks, as Whiplash had done before her. Perhaps they were going to drag another pony out to join him, or maybe-

Pathfinder didn’t have time to finish that thought, as his legs were suddenly pulled out from beneath him. Whiplash had come back from below, moving at a fairly fast pace, to snatch up Pathfinder by his hooves. With them in hands, she made no effort to stop, flying so high that it flipped the stallion upside-down as she had been earlier. Once more irrational panic set in, and he tried to fight against what was happening to him. Whiplash’s grip was fairly strong though, and she was able to hold on to him long enough to join with Lightning.

“Nice bracelets,” the blue mare said, commenting on his shackles, “But I think they need some matching accessories.”

Before finishing her taunt, Lightning was already placing a second pair of shackles onto his ankles, and with the same finalizing clicks that he had heard with the first pair, all of his appendages were now encircled by some form of bond. His neck in his collar, his arms and legs in the cuffs, his wings in their straps, and his cock in its ring.

“That looks so much better,” Whiplash said joyfully, beyond amused with the way she and Lightning were toying with this male.

Pathfinder on the other hand was getting further towards the irritated spectrum of his emotional scale. As it was, he really didn’t have control over anything in this, except how he felt about it, and what he felt was that the only way to not give these two what they wanted was to not play into their game. To deny them the satisfaction of seeing his fear, and instead give them cold indifference. With a bit of a huff, he folded his arms together, quietly awaiting what they were going to do next.

“My, my, look at him Lightning. Being all indignant. It’s adorable.” Whiplash said with babyish words.

“Stop it.” Pathfinder said back, being short with the mare in return.

“Stop what?” she replied mockingly.

“Everything you’re doing.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everythi-” it quickly dawned on the stallion what he was saying, and the results that would come of it. “No wait, don’t!” he yelled, already uncrossing his arms as he reached for the chains around him, aiming for the closest part of it to the ceiling that he could reach.

“Okay then~” Whiplash sung, releasing Path’s ankles.

Feeling his legs released, Path closed his hands tightly in hopes to grab something, but his fingers only barely grazed the metal links as he fell again, the distance between the top of the room and him widening greatly until he was back to where he started, the chains going taut to hold him up while the sudden stop did hell to his arms and legs. They weren’t injured, as pegasi have rather light bodies and Pathfinder was smart enough to grab the chain links directly connected to his shackles after his first failed attempt in order to prevent his body from taking the full force of the impact, but they now ached something fierce under the strain.

Pained and unable to do pretty much anything save for small, ineffectual movements, Path looked straight up to the ceiling, his bonds suspending him horizontally with his body rocking back and forth as he hung limply with his stomach bent forward slightly. It wasn’t the worst way to be bound, the most terrible parts of it being that his entire being was being held up by his wrists and ankles. He could probably relax in such a pose once his joints stopped hurting from the fall. Then again, with him watching the two sadistic mares hovering above him he didn’t believe he’d be relaxing anytime soon, as they wouldn’t have gone through all this set up just to leave him hanging, now would they?

No sooner as his chains settled did the two mares make their move, lowering themselves down as gently as a feather in the wind. The two really enjoyed the attention they received from Path, no matter how negative it was, but of course that was the point. The dominant/submissive relationship was, in a manner, an equal attempt at getting attention from both sides. Both pouring everything they are into another to give and receive the kind of affection and dedication seldom found in a normal relation, though a union of absolute trust in one another.

At least that is what a normal relationship would be like between a slave and a master or mistress, in normal BDSM play where boundaries would be respected and rules would be in place to protect the submissive, as they were the one who by and large had the shorter end of the stick. Here, the entire point was power. The mares were not mistaken when they said that they had absolute control over what happened here. From the very start of their interaction, they had been exerting their will, and proving that Path could do nothing to prevent them from getting what they wanted from him. The more he struggled, the harder he fell into this system of power by giving more opportunities to enforce it. Same for if he didn’t struggle at all, as then he would be showing them that they were in complete control, and that he acknowledged that control as being absolute. In this game of enslavement, rape and domination, the deck would always be stacked in the house’s favor.

“Oh my, it looks like the slave didn’t really enjoy it when he got his way.” Whiplash said as she hovered directly above Path, noticing the pained grimace on his face caused by his stressed arm and leg muscles.

“Then perhaps he should keep his lips shut and let his masters decide what is good for him from now on.” Lightning added, lowering herself to his level to deliver a pinch on his cheek, pulling harshly on the flap of flesh.

“Would probably be for the best,” Whiplash agreed before ceasing her wing flaps, landing her rump down squarely on Pathfinder’s stomach, facing away from him. As the stallion let out a grunt of discomfort, she folded up her feathery appendages as a silent way of telling him that she wasn’t going anywhere soon.

“You get that, don’t you Fresh Meat?” said Lightning, releasing the Path’s cheek, “You’re gonna be a good little piece of dick from now on, right?”

Path closed his eyes and nodded, not wanting to further antagonize either mare for the sake of his own comfort.

“Then I’m outta here,” Lightning said heading to the ground floor, back to the door she came in from.

“Not going to stick around for the show?” Whiplash asked, watching her partner leave.

“I’ve got better things to do than watch two ponies fuck each other. Have fun with the bitch boy.”

“Okay, I will~” Whiplash said to the mare, maintaining a cheerful smile on her face until the moment of the door to the aviary came to a complete close. At the very sounding of the door going shut, Whiplash’s demeanor changed, and while Path couldn’t see her expression shift, the dull and dry way she said, “You fucking philistine” once she thought she was out of earshot spoke volumes.

This confused Pathfinder a little, as he had thought that the two were so incredibly in sync that they were close friends of some sort, but now it was implied that any such display of comradery was only surface deep. Not that he cared what his captors thought of one another, but he felt that maybe he could used this as a way to lessen the torture he was about to undoubtedly experience.

Whatever he was gonna do he have to think of fast though, as while he could not see it, he could feel Whiplash starting to target his dick with her hands. She was gripping it in her palm, squeezing it tightly with her fingers, and digging her nails into the vulnerable flesh of his privates

“So you don’t like her?!” he practically yelped in surprise. “Ahem, I mean… you both seemed to get along so well.”

Whiplash turned her head back to give a sideways glance to Path, hand remaining firmly clasped around his penis. “Are you condescending me?”

“No, of course not,” Path swore profusely as he felt the mare’s hand clench tighter, “But I’m new here and I don’t know a thing about how things work. For all I know, she could be a complete bitch, or-”

“Or I could be the complete bitch?” said Whiplash matter of factually.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Path replied, to which he was glad to feel the pressure on his shaft ease up a bit.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” said the mare. She then reached into the collar of the dress she was wearing, digging around her cleavage like she was looking for something. “Not unless you were looking to be castrated. I suppose it would be a good thing for you to know the social dynamic around here though.”

“I would be very grateful if you explained it to me,” Path was being a bit cowardly by sucking up to the mare this way, but with the fate of his dick in the hands of a sadist, he felt that no one could blame him for wanting to keep it intact.

“Very well, yes. Miss Blitz and I get along well enough. You have to understand though that I only get along with her as much as I would any of the staff.”

“The staff?”

“Unlike me, Lightning is not a member of the Society. She is a trainer.”

Path was kinda confused by what Whiplash said, and had to inquire further, “What’s the difference?” In a group called ‘The Equestrian Trainers’ Society’, the stallion would have figured being a member and a trainer was one in the same.

“The difference is, that while I am an elite member chosen by the organizations headmistress to have the prestigious title of ‘member’ and all the privileges that come with it. Lightning…” Before finishing her sentence, the mare finally pulled out from her bosom the item she was looking for. With a flick of her arm outward, Whiplash let be seen a small wand like object. “She just works here.”

Pathfinder gulped at the sight of the wand, identifying what it was. Being made of only a handle, a stick, and a row of rounded beads impaled through the center on it. The beads were small, a little smaller than a marble each, and they were spaced out with a few centimeter of space in between them. Being yet another thing he had encountered in the kinkier parts of his life, he had to endure the presence of such an item in the past. He didn’t know the name of the toy, or even if it had something so formal, but he knew what it was used for, which worried him greatly.

The mere sight of the object forced Path into flashbacks of the first, and only time prior that he had seen this thing. Some twisted creature in the form of a pony devised this infernal device and then somehow managed to make it a common tool in BDSM play. Anya even told Path that some stallions actually enjoyed what it was used for, but after trying once it he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how.

“Not that you need to know this, since everypony aside from the other slaves are higher up the totem pole than you, but there is a pecking order here that applies to everypony in the Society.” As Whiplash spoke, she directed her beaded stick to Path’s privates, circling it around his stallionhood like a vulture stalking prey, “It goes like this. There are members, then there are trainers, after that there’s the hunters, the minotaur guards, and lastly at the bottom of the barrel are all you slaves, with the trustee slaves only in a slightly higher standing than all the rest of you. A simple and easy to follow ladder of importance and privilege.”

“With Lady Tourmaline at the top, rig- ow!” Pathfinder felt the prick of something pointy graze one of the bulging veins on his dick. Seeing how it didn’t feel like a fingernail, it had to be the wand, telling Path that it had a rather pointy tip.

“Well of course Lady Tourmaline is at the top.” Whiplash said in a oddly chipper tone than it had been during this explanation of the Society’s social dynamic, “She is the head mistress, so that goes without saying. So much so that there is no point-” she pressed the tip of her wand against the stallion’s cock once more to express her meaning, before ending her sentence with, “If we never bring it up again.”

“Ok, I get it,” Path relented, seeing that this mare had issues with anypony being seen above her. Made him wonder if she felt the same about all of the ponies in the Society, and not just the ‘staff’.

“But aside for the members, and Lady Tourmaline, everypony else here is… second class at best. For some that’s fine. You never hear the minotaur or the gryphon’s complain so long as you toss a few coins their way. The trainers though, they sure do get swelled heads about what they do. Not that Lady Tourmaline doesn’t encourage that behavior by giving them full access to the facility and use of all the equipment. That’s for ‘training purposes’, of course, but when you see one in the lounge or in the spa room getting a massage in the next table over, you begin to ask where do standards come into place.”

“Do all the members feel this way?” Path asked honestly wondering why ponies would put up with this discrimination in a hostile environment, especially when the work they did was illegal and could get them in a lot of trouble if they were found out.

“No pony would really think a mere trainer was on par with a member, except maybe the trainers themselves. Sure, some members might hand out tips or the occasional glass of wine to their lessers, but its only to humor themselves, not because they believe they deserve it.”

“Hmmm…” Not having met any of the other members yet, Path couldn’t tell if this was true or personal bias. Not that it mattered to him either way, but it would be nice if The Society really was that dysfunctional. Might make it easier to escape than he first assumed.

As he started to picture fantasy scenarios wherein a riot was caused by some ill mannered Society member offending one of the ponies who seemed to do all the hard work for them, using the distraction to get both he and Scylla out of this place, a certain sensation brought itself to the forefront of mind. The pointy feeling had returned to his shaft, but this time it was not against the side of it. This time it was aimed at the tip of his penis, heading directly into its hole. Clenching his teeth and gripping the chains holding up his wrists, Path made muffled sounds of agony into his lips. He was hoping that he could make the mare have second thoughts about going through with her plans, but it seemed like she was dead set on this from the beginning.

With a solid, steady push, Whiplash guided the wand into Path’s hole. The sexual organ didn’t allow such an invasion of its internal space to happen easily, but the mare didn’t give it much choice to do anything other than give her access. Around the stick, around each orb, the tube that was Path’s urinal passage stretched to swallow it all.

The mare kept at her brutal shoving until the pointed tip made contact with the ring strangling his shaft, sending another new and sharp pain through his body, forcing a single bemoaned howl from Path’s lips. Not all of the object had made its way inside of him, as he could feel one of the spheres resting at his tip, hovering right outside his hole. He wished he could say the same for the ones that were inside him, as he could feel them vividly, each one pushing part of his male meat inwards while bulging out the thin layer of skin covering it outwards.

“It’s such an easy concept, ya know.” Whiplash said now that her bead wand was firmly secured in the place she wanted it to be, “Everypony and everything has a place that they are suppose to be in. A role they are supposed to fill. It’s so obvious that our very culture is built on a foundation of knowing and embracing one’s destiny.”

As Whiplash spouted off her pseudo-philosophical ideals, Pathfinder only responded with grunts and groans, not able to reply with anything more intelligible as the mare had taken to offhandedly twisting the tool in his cock left and right as she spoke.

Being interrupted as she was, Whiplash went on to say, “My cook knows his role is to prepare and serve me food. My chauffeur knows it’s his role to pull my cart. Even my dog understands it’s his role to shower me with affection. But here...?”

Whiplash paused for a moment, much to Path’s relief, but then gave her wand a particularly vicious twist, pulling the stick up as she turned it, just so she may jam it back inside Pathfinder with brutal force. This pulled out one last scream of suffering from the stallion, who’s entire sense of touch was now focused squarely onto what was happening to his poor, penetrated penis.

“Here we have an entire section of the staff who keeps trying to be where they don’t belong. It’s so bothersome.”

Whiplash gave her wings a flap, lifting herself from her stallion seat for a short moment to turn around and face Path directly. “But that’s why I do so enjoy you slaves. You each have a specific role to fill, and even if you believe you won’t slip into that slot we have picked out for you, you always do. Be it servant, slut, furniture, or pincushion, all of you submit and conform, just like a pony of your status should.

“P-please... “ Pathfinder say wincing, “Take i-it out.”

“Looks like you’re going to need a bit more training though before you become the kind of pain slut the sadists of this group enjoy, though.” For a moment Path wondered if that was the role Schorl had in mind for him, to be punished and tortured for the amusement of the members. As dreadful as that premise was, it was pushed completely out of his mind when the mare continued with, ‘But you’re more than pretty enough to please all the faggots with a femcolt fetish.”

That world shattering revelation hit Path like a steam train, with it being a much more possible reality for him since he had already been violated in such a way. Schorl could actually make him some guy’s fuck puppet, maybe go as far as to drug him up more to force him to be pleasured while being raped by males in some attempt to train him into liking it.

Seeing the fear on Pathfinder’s was enough to satisfy Whiplash, and the mare lifted herself off him for one final time so she may begin her descent down to the ground, a delighted smile plastered on her face from this sadistic endeavor.

Path caught what she was doing though, and wasn’t about to just let her go with himself left the way he was. “H-hey! Aren’t you going to put me back in the cage?!”

“No need,” Whiplash replied, “You’re perfectly secure right where you are.”

“Then at least take that stick out of my dick!”

“Ah, ah, you must remember you’re place. It’s not right for a pony of your insignificant stature to demand a pony like myself anything,” she said, touching down on solid ground, “I’ll send some of the help to remove it when I get the chance.”

“Oh for the love of Celest-”

“It shouldn’t take more than a few hours… so long as I don’t forget.”

Before Pathfinder could make any more protests, the mare made her way out of the door, slamming it shut behind her. Now Pathfinder was stuck, stranded in midair, his dick twitching in reflex to its intruder, which only made things worse. However long it took for him to get out of this predicament was up to the people who ran and utilized this place, and he had no reason to believe they would help him anytime soon.

"You alright down there?" he heard from above, High Winds calling down to him now that all who were left in the rooms were slaves.

"I've been better!" Path yelled back, bluntly honest about his situation. "This really freaking hurts!"

"Yeah... I can see that. I really wish I could help you out of that but-"

"I got it. You're in no better position to get me out of this than I am."

"If you want, I can at least keep you company. Keep your mind of things, if that's even possible."

"I... I'd like that." Path said, noting that this was more than a mere gesture from the mare. She was saying that she was going to sacrifice any chance of sleep she had to comfort him in his time of need, and that was something he could appreciate. It comforted him to know that while his time in The Society might be the worse thing he would ever have to go through, he wouldn't have to go through it alone.

Author's Notes:

And here we are getting back with Pathfinder and seeing what's going on with him. The story is going to be structured a bit like this from now on, where we will go back and forth from Scylla and Pathfinder to see how they both experience The Society. Of course with one being a minotaur's personal breeding mare and they other a general purpose slave, their treatment is bound to be different from one another, and hopefully will be equally interesting.

As per usual, For those who are unfamiliar with the canon pony cameos of this chapter, here are images for both Hoops and High Winds, (Though I beleive the Society would go out of their way to make Hoops look more like his colt form, because he is much cuter with his hair parted to show his eyes ).

Anyways, hope you all enjoy the chapter. Have a nice day.