“Hrk! Hun! HRRRMM!!!”

A string of unintelligible noises came from the mouth of a certain young kelpie, her mind being overwhelmed by a constant rush of intense pain being delivered to her from the minotaur taking her from behind.

Her master, the minotaur who had won her in a game of chance, had her on her hands and knees atop a wooden platform. His pole-sized shaft was already deep inside her, far enough that his tip was firmly pressing against the walls of her womb, with a thrust of his hips grinding the length of his bullhood against her tightly stretched cervix. When he moved, she felt every bit of that movement, her insides clutching around the minotaur like a form fitting glove, being stuffed so full that she didn’t have a choice to do otherwise.

Another choice taken from her was the ability to run from this brutal fucking, as her head was kept snugly within the confines of a stockade directly attached to the platform holding her up. Trapped between two sturdy wooden boards, there was no possibility to fight or flee, leaving her only with the option to endure.

This event had unfortunately become routine for the aquatic mare, happening to her time and again since her enslavement. As Schorl had explained, there were plenty of opportunities for the minotaur to ensure that each of their slaves would get impregnated, and it appeared like they never missed a chance to make use of their captives.

“How is breakfast coming along, my broodmare?” the minotaur said to Scylla, referring to the large container of sloppish substance placed right beneath her muzzle.

Scylla couldn’t answer that question for several reasons, first being that she hadn’t even tasted it yet. The second being that she was too busy trying to remain conscious as she went into what was her fourth unwanted climax since the meal was presented before her. A massive wash of pleasure filling her being in between bouts of sexual agony, momentarily clouding away all that hurt before it faded away. A small reprieve of bliss that took her senses away from the nightmare for a few seconds before another painful thrust dragged her back into it.

Giving out a throaty moan of equal parts dismay and gratification, the sound of the minotaur’s conquest joined with several other similar moans, as Scylla and her master were by no means alone for this early morning meal. The rest of the ‘Elements of Servitude’, as they had been named by Schorl, and their masters were accompanying them. The other five were lined up next to the kelpie on either side, on hands and knees atop the same platform, heads trapped in the same wooden contraption that formed an extra large pillory, sharing the same breakfast from the same troughish container.

“Your fish mare still having trouble adapting to your girth?” asked a bull who was fucking his bat mare, alternating between being hilt deep and having a quarter of his dick exposed from her snatch, “You indeed got a fragile female if she can’t reply to your question with a simple yes or no. Not like my Nightshade. She knows that even overwhelming pleasure doesn’t excuse rudeness.”

The minotaur cracked his palm across the flank of the thestral, making her reply with a sharp squeal, slightly muffled from the food she was stuffing into her mouth. Gulping it down quickly, she more properly replied by saying, “It’s only because my master taught me well. With his guidance, I’m the best breeding mare I ca- UUHGRBLE!!!” Nightshade’s words were interrupted by a mind blanking climax, biology responding to the stimulation she was receiving by releasing a flood of chemicals that made her whole body collapse under its own weight, her arms and legs not receiving any mental commands to encourage them to continue holding her torso up any longer. The look on her face, bearing a pair of half closed upper eyelids and a quivering smile that allowed a bit of drool to escape it’s opening into the food substance beneath her, was an undeniable expression of pure pleasure.

“Seems like your slave isn’t as well trained as you’d like to believe either.” said the oldest minotaur in the bunch, the one who owned the pegasus, Blue Yonder, “But that’s not a bad thing, really. I’d rather a woman react to my efforts, than to treat it like a leisurely walk in the park.” The slightly greyed minotaur took a moment to halt his own thrusting to put his hands on the dark blue rump of his mare, admiring its fullness by gently rubbing the plump meats. “In fact, Rubric might just be better at pleasing women than you.”

The other minotaur snorted in a huff before grabbing the batmare by the waist. Exerting minimal effort, he leveled her now limp body to the angle it was before it gave out. “What does an old timer like you know about pleasuring a slave? A bull your age is done after the first shot.”

Several of the other bulls got a decent chuckle at the expense of the older male, as did he himself. The comment was little more than good natured ribbing, one coming from a not really serious stereotyping of age. Still, he wasn’t going to take such a statement without rebuttal. “That might be the case,” he said, moving one of his hands to Blue Yonder’s tail, so that he might lift it up and direct its end towards the front of her body, “But there is more to bringing a woman to bliss than the power behind one’s hips.”

With Blue Yonder’s tail up as it was, the hole underneath it was exposed for all to see. Knowing that the hole itself has kept devoid of any substances through use of decomposition gel and the special food they fed the slaves designed to minimize waste, the minotaur had zero reservations in pressing his index finger against Yonder’s back passage, giving the pegasus a moment to realize what was about to happen before penetrating the tight sphincter with his unlubricated digit.

“It is also how you play with their bodies. How you treat every spot of their bare flesh with equal attention, never allowing any area to become used to being teased or used. Sure, you can just fuck a woman into a stupor, but you can’t appropriately break a slave to your will that way. Once you break down their resistance, get them to love your touch and only your touch, only then do they truly belong to you.”

As the older minotaur gave his wisdom out to those younger than he, Blue Yonder was busy burying her face in the mush that was her food. She wasn’t at all hungry, already reluctantly swallowing enough to serve as an appropriate meal, but she wanted to prevent herself from making any sounds that could be mistaken for enjoyment. Not wanting to give her owner the satisfaction, she chose to muffle her voice in the slop as her fleshy ring was finger fucked by a digit that was only slightly smaller than an average stallion dick. The dry, clinging presence of it, coupled with the even larger dick still stuffed deeply within her most private of areas, were both giving her feelings that she would rather not have others see her admit to unwillingly, despite every other mare pretty much experiencing those exact feelings as well. It was the one time she appreciated the straps holding her wings closed, as without them her physical enjoyment of this treatment would be easily identifiable.

“You all talk about pleasuring your women like it actually matters,” said Jupiter, the unabashed bastard of the group, “We are not here to make these weaker creatures happy. They are here to serve us and carry our young, like females should.” He emphasized his viewpoint by releasing his jism inside his guard mare slave, pumping so much cum into her body that she plumped out at the womb. This distortion of her normal proportions made Midnight utter an elongated groan of discomfort, as Jupiter had a way of making any experience with him horrid. Certainly the earth pony had placed herself into the worse position out of the six.

“Well not all of us adhere to ‘Masterism’ like you do.” commented Cestus, pulling out of Gabriella, having poured his own load into her already.

With the removal of his shaft, all he had shot into the gryphon rushed to escape through the now unobstructed passage, coming out in an explosive torrent. As violently as it was, Gabby could show nothing but relief from the removal of pressure from within her body. Its absence was in itself a pleasurable event, the difference between having to endure a constant pain reverting to normality in itself causing a rush of good feelings.

The guttural gasping moan that escaped her beak as the white slime flowed out of her pussy told Cestus that he had done a fairly good job with making the sex good for his slave, even if the best moment of it came when it stopped. “Besides, what does a minotaur like yourself hope to gain from living with a female who hates being around you?”

“It’s not a matter of wanting their scorn or affections. It is the satisfaction of making them know that you are in absolute control. That they are powerless and will never escape your collar, no matter how much they despise it. There is no better thing in life than hearing the lamentation of a woman.” With that, Jupiter pulled out of his slave as well, not even allowing his semen to settle inside the mare, a gesture that made the other bulls believe he cared little about the objective of impregnating his mare, but was using the sex as a means to bring more pain to her.

“Younglings these days…” said the oldest minotaur, “Far too many of you have gained this cruel mindset. I wish I could say I didn’t know where you got it from…”

“But you know quite well where it comes from, Master Longinus.” The group all turned their head to the source of the comment, Minotaur and slaves alike, or at least the ones coherent enough to notice someone else was in the room with them. Who they saw was Xenia, the doe that was widely in charge of the operations of the other enslaved deer as well as monitoring the health health of the six Elements.

“But I think what’s important is that Master Jupiter is doing his part to propagate the minotaur race, no matter what his approach to it is,” she continued, clearly kissing up to the minotaur most likely to punish her if she said something he didn’t agree with. “But if you don’t mind, I’m here to check on my six favorite patients.”

The deer approached the front of the pillory, inspecting over the six trapped slave girls and their current expressions, making notes on a clipboard she held as she passed by each one. “And how were their morning viola- I mean, preparations? Anything not to your liking? Any more adjustments needed?”

“Yeah,” Jupiter blurted out, the first to express any dissatisfaction. “This mare’s cunt loosened up again. Have her re-tightened.”

“Master Jupiter, we’ve reverted her vaginal area twice already this week. I fear that she’s never going to stay as tight as you want it with the way that you treat that hole.”

That made Jupiter laugh, “No shit. I just like the scream she makes when I take her cunthole that way. Really brings out that weak and pathetic mare she tries to hide deep down inside.”

“Very well,” Xenia said, flipping through her pages to mark down the requested adjustment for Midnight, “I’ll add another tightening session to your tab.”

Jupiter snorted at that last bit, but knew that there was a price to pay for his ongoing amusement with his earth pony bitch. Without another word, he left the room, leaving behind the mare he had just ravaged without mercy.

“Anyone else need a few alterations? Breast size augments? Lactation modification? Maybe you’d like their pussies to be a bit wetter to ease penetration even further?”

“Actually,” said the elder minotaur, finishing his own supplementary insemination of Blue Yonder, “I was thinking of having this one’s sensitivity increased.”

“Why of course Master Longinus. What part would you like enhanced? The pussy? The ass? Breasts? Perhaps a full body augment?”

“No, no,” He said pulling out, creating yet another mess that some Society slave would have to clean up later, “All her sexual spots are responsive enough already. But I was thinking that some adjustments to her throat might do nicely.”

“Ah, you’re looking for some elasticity there so she can swallow your dick?” The deer asked, already jotting down some notes for what she assumed would be the minotaur’s order.

“Nothing that extreme,” Longinus corrected, “I want to add a bit of sensitivity there. Enough to spark arousal whenever that part of her is being touched by anything other than her collar. So she might have something to think about when she’s eating or drinking when I’m not around.”

“Ah, so you want to turn her esophagus into a fuck hole, but don’t intend to fuck it yourself.” Xenia said, quickly crossing out her hastily written note to make way for the proper instructions to Blue Yonder’s adjustments.

“You could put it that way,” The minotaur replied, “Though I do intend on getting a lot of use out of those lips and her tongue later on, once she settles into her role a little more.”

Blue Yonder, like the rest of the girls, was far too out of it to give any kind of response. Still reeling from the ravaging of her vaginal passage, recovery was the only thing on her mind, with said hole flinching in pain as it slowly closed back to its normal size, added by the chemicals The Society kept her full of to allow her to go through such a pounding with minimal damage done to her being as possible.

“And anything else? There are still plenty of things we can do to make these ones more to your likings.”

Many of the other minotaurs passed, content with what they had already. However, there was one last request to be made by the one that owned Scylla. Grabbing her thick tail at the base, an action that likewise grabbed Scylla’s attention as the bull lifted it up so the deer could see it.

“I want this changed,” he sternly said to the doe.

“And what exactly is wrong with it, Master Rubric?” Xenia inquired, coming over so she might be better informed on the issue.

“I’ve been having to avoid holding it during sex,” he told the deer, squeezing the appendage just tight enough to get a pained sound out of the kelpie as every muscle she had tensed up, “Its too sensitive, with anything but the slightest touch hurting her.”

Scylla internally protested against that assumption, as her tail could be touched without it hurting, even if moderately gripped, but the minotaur was never not harsh with the way he handled her. All interactions were rough, to the point that it was a wonder he didn’t leave her with bruises. These minotaurs were incredibly brutish, even to those who cooperated completely to their whims.

“So you’re wanting me to desensitize it?” Xenia questioned, “That’s easy enough, but that might be problematic for her later on.”

The minotaur shook his head, “Not desensitize it, but make it so it doesn’t feel pain. The thing goes all over the place when I use her body, so I need to be able to hold it steady. If it is so tender to the touch though, it would be better if it participated in some way to the sex.”

“Ah, you want her to scream in pleasure instead of pain. With a bit of chemical therapy we can correct the nerves there to respond more pleasantly to your masculine touch. It will take some time however.”

“Whatever it takes to have it done,” said the minotaur as he cast the appendage aside, forcing Scylla’s body to shift in the direction he had offhandedly tossed it.

“As you wish, Master Rubric.” The doe responded, giving the minotaur a respectful bow, holding it while the bull walked past her and out the room’s exit after his fellow bovine males. Only when he was out of sight did she break it. “Well girls, one week in and I have to say you’re all holding up well. No major injuries, no permanent marks or scars, and that’s saying a lot for how you’ve been treated, Midnight.”

The six girls ignored the commentary of the deer, some actually occupying themselves by eating their presented food now that they had a chance to focus on it. Scylla herself was scarfing down as much as possible, having already learned that refusing a meal only left a mare with a rumbling and angry tummy later, and that further stubbornness would have it force fed to you via a tube that would shoved down that stubborn pony’s throat, with Midnight to thank for revealing that particular punishment. Xenia had explained when they were first given the slop that even though it didn’t taste too good, it was filled with vitamins and minerals needed to keep pregnant mares healthy. Seeing as they wanted to have her and the others as breeding stock, it was simple enough to conclude that the food was at the very least nutritious.

As Scylla ate her food like some sort of farmyard animal, Xenia assembled a crew of other deer to assist her with the after-mating clean up. They made short work of the mess the minotaurs made, cleaning the six slave girls of sweat along with the gallons of sperm they spilled out of their holes. With a dozen deer and about fifteen minutes the room was returned to its pre-orgy status, moving on to releasing the breeding mares from the device they were entrapped in.

All it took was the removal of a few locks and a lifting of the upper part of the pillory to simultaneously free the group. Necks no longer held, each of the girls sat themselves up to stretch their stiff joints and muscles, having been on their hands and knees for a while. It was all part of morning preparations at this point, with six prior days of experience allowing routine to set in.

Now released, Scylla deviated a bit from this ritual. Knowing what her master had planned for her, she felt the urge to hold her tail in comfort. She didn’t know what would come of having a part of her body changed in such a way, or what part that would play in her slave training. To her, it sounded like he was saying ‘I’m going to hurt you, and you’re gonna like it”. She pitied the abuse her poor tail would probably go through when that was done, but that thankfully sounded like it was a long time away for now.

“Is everything alright?” Xenia said to Scylla, lifting an eye from her notes when she saw one of the initiate slaves hugging one of their body parts.

“It’s… nothing…” Scylla said in resignation, knowing that here opinion didn’t matter when it came to the wants of her owner, and even less so when discussing it to another slave.

“Hmmm…” Xenia said, giving the kelpie a look of concern as she continued to jot things down on the paper in her hands. “If there’s something wrong, I would suggest that you speak with your master about it. You might be surprised at what comes of it.”

Scylla released her tail hastily after hearing the doe’s suggestion, “I said it’s nothing.” She wasn’t about to try and argue with her owner about this personal matter, as she felt the only surprise that would come of it was just how purple her backside would be if she tried to tell him no.

“Suit yourself,” Xenia replied, sending her nose back to her notes, “I’ll not say another thing of it.”

“Thank you…” Scylla said, now a bit angry as well as depressed. Thankfully it seemed she was still allowed to have outbursts and mood swings when they were directed at someone of her same status.

“That being said, I would suggest that you and Charming Tale make yourselves ready.”

What Xenia said slipped past Scylla, her mind on more pressing matters at the moment, but was more easily picked up by the unicorn of the group, Charming Tale. “What do we need to get ready for?” she asked, not seeing herself as going any slower than the others, thus not worthy of any scolding.

“For your debut into your new role as entertainers for The Society.”

All six of the girls froze for a moment, then shot a look in the direction of Xenia.

“Wait a second!” yelled Nightshade, “Why do they get to go first!?”

Blue Yonder followed that up by saying, “Not that I’m in a rush to be treated more like a sex object than I already am, but I’m also wondering why them and not somepony else.”

“Don’t ask me,” Xenia said while taking a moment to make sure the other deer has done a satisfactory job in their cleaning efforts, “Lady Tourmaline just sent me a memo to make sure that both Scylla and Charming Tale were ready and prepared to interact with the members today. So while the rest of you are in your training classes, or in Midnight’s case being adjusted for the third time this week, they will be in the company of some of Equestria’s finest.”

Scylla didn’t know whether to be relieved that she was missing training, or worried she would be in the presence of the members. The training was hard, degrading, and sometimes hurtful work that put her through many different aspects of her new life of servitude. Scylla would be toyed with by some pony who would bind her up and use all sorts of strange sex toys on her. She’d have her butt paddled till it was good and sore, or made to wrap her lips around an extra large phallic object poking at the back of her throat as it stretched her jaw. The only times that it wasn’t like that was when the kelpie was being taught proper slave etiquette, like not looking a dominant in the eye, speaking only when directly spoken to, or to keep her posture straight while always bowing her head down.

Avoiding all that for a day after a week of round the clock education would be great, but then again she had been trained this way for the members. Would they treat her the same way? Would they treat her worse? These answers would only come from experience, but perhaps they were answers she could do without.

A short while later, the six were collected and separated to be taken to their individual destinations, with only Charming Tale going with Scylla as stated, while the others were off for another day of bondage and sexual training. The one that came to retrieve the two mares was Schorl’s personal assistant, Mi Jin, paired with two minotaur guardsmen. Scylla and Charming Tale had encountered the Kirin before, as she would sometimes be there when Schorl would show up to get a review of the progress the six slaves had made, but Scylla knew very little of the scaled mare save that she acted very professional.

“You are to take nothing unless given to you,” Mi Jin said, handing out another instruction in a long list of them that she had been saying from the moment she joined with Scylla and Charming, “You will answer every question asked of you truthfully, and while you are going to be granted the ability to speak freely, it is advised you don’t insult or sass the patrons of The Society. Also note that compliments towards the guests are appreciated by them, as are inquiries about how things work in the Society, as the members enjoy it when they are given an opportunity to teach slaves. Makes them feel smart.”

Mi Jin spoke these instructions as she lead the two girls through the halls of The Society, a large maze of paths and corridors that seemed difficult to navigate. Scylla herself was easily lost within it, with the amount of twist and turns they made, the kelpie swearing that at one point they had made four right turns in a row. She had walked them quite a few times by now, but this was the first time she was able to see the luxurious layout of them, draped in many expensive looking decorations. Before this, she always wore a blindfold, which made it impossible to memorize how to get from one location to the next, a clearly intentional thing done to prevent escape attempts.

“Since this is your first day in one of the showrooms, you’re not expected to perform or provide services to any of the members.” Mi Jin went on to say, “This is only to allow customers to know that you and, by association, the other Elements of Servitude exist. Should they take notice of you and enjoy what they see, then you might start receiving requests for your use. If not, then we will have to put your bodies on more active display in some stage performances, which I will say now will be much worse than if your time is purchased for a private session.”

“So you’re saying that it’s in our interest to make ourselves desirable.” Charming Tale said, very astute as to how Society lingo implied punishment from failure to live up to the standards they wanted from their slaves.

“Yes, as the more money you make for your owner, the more they might be inclined to give you breaks and time off from your duties. Remember, your scheduling is always handled by your master, and The Society’s part in that are only suggestions made by Lady Tourmaline. So unless your master is particularly cruel and uncaring, then they will certainly grant such rewards to those who deserve them.”

“Then I guess Midnight is fucked then,” Charming joked, managing to get the two minotaurs following behind to laugh at the comment, clearly aware of who Jupiter was and how he behaved.

“I’d say Miss Midnight brings a lot of her misfortune on herself,” Mi JIn said, giving her own observations, “But Master Jupiter’s motivations might not help either. Of the lot of you, those two might be the most incompatible, while being the most made for one another. Jupiter couldn’t have gotten a better slave for his style of dominance.”

“How true,” Charming Tale agreed, “Their personalities oddly compliment one another.”

Scylla stayed silent as the two mares had this strange conversation. The way they talked about another pony’s misfortune and suffering was like two mares gossiping about an average couple. Maybe this wasn’t so odd for Mi Jin, who had been a slave for who knew how much longer than Scylla, but Charming Tale’s adaptation to this was not as understandable. While most of the others acted like what Scylla would expect from abductees, with anger, indignance, or at least timidness, the unicorn was far more accepting and visually comfortable as a slave than one would think a week should allow her to be.

“Let’s get back to task here,” said the kirin, “We’re approaching our destination, and I need to be sure you both will do as your suppose to and not cause trouble.”

“Relax,” Charming reassured, “All we have to do is walk in there, show off our bodies, and put ourselves out there without actually putting out. That’s easy enough, if you ask me.”

“I suppose we’ll see,” said Mi Jin, “But our members have very particular tastes. Don’t think that acting like a slut will entice all of them, if any of them.”

“Don’t worry about us,” Charming said, wrapping an arm around Scylla to pull her close, “I’m sure we can handle it, right Scylla?”

“R-right...” answered the kelpie, having no real input on this conversation she was suddenly dragged into.

“At least you’re confident, and good thing too. We are here.” The small entourage of equines and bovines came to a set of dark wooden doors, behind which awaited the depraved and perverse slavers that made up The Society. “Wait here for a moment. I’m going to give a brief introduction and then bring you both in.”

With that the kirin slipped through the doors, letting them close behind her. In the few seconds that they were open, Scylla was able to hear music and a slew of voices from within, but now that they were shut again she only heard silence. There was no telling what was going on in there, and thus no telling what would happen to her when she got in there. Why is everything in this place designed to make me more nervous? She thought to herself, shaking with fearful anticipation.

“So what’s the plan once we get in there?” Charming asked an unfocused Scylla, “Are we gonna stick together and use our combined charm to wow them, or do you want to split up and go solo?”

“Huh?” Scylla said, hardly catching any of that, “I suppose whatever you want to do is fine.”

Charming hummed at the kelpie, catching on to how disquieted she was. It was something she probably should have detected sooner, but she was busy mingling with Schorl’s secretary. “Pardon me, but it’s Scylla right?”

Scylla nodded in reply, not taking offense that Charming had to ask.

“Well then Scylla, this is going to be a really stupid question, but… What’s wrong?”

Charming was right, that was a pretty stupid question all things considering, but not wanting to be rude the kelpie answered the unicorn. “Everything is wrong.” she started, fighting back tears, “I’ve been kidnapped and raped, I’m probably pregnant, my father’s been taken away, and now I’m going to be paraded in front of a bunch of rich bastards so they can decide if they want to rape me later.”

“You poor dear…” Charming pulled Scylla into a hug, the aquatic mare’s shoulder slipping between the pink mare’s cleavage, “This must be terrible for you. You seem like such a meek pony, and this sort of stuff can’t be good for your stress levels.”

Scylla’s lips curved downwards, forming a solid frown on her face, “I just don’t know what to do… I know I shouldn’t just cave and give up, but I’m not strong like Blue or Midnight. I can’t keep a strong stand against people who keep abusing me.”

Charming could tell the other mare was going to break down and cry if she didn’t do something. Seeing how she was behaving, it was likely not the first time she would have since coming to the Society. She knew though that if Scylla did that, and walked in with tears on her face, it would be over for the girl. Any sadist in the room seeing Scylla distressed and distraught would smell blood in the water, painting a target on her that would never go away as long as she was stuck here.

Problem was that this wasn’t exactly her area of expertise, and even now she was finding it hard to comfort the girl. She wasn’t exactly a ‘people pony’, having her own issues when it came to dealing with others in general. Her occupation hardly had her talking to others, save for her boss, and she really preferred it to be that way. Charming wasn’t anti-social, more socially awkward and introverted. Just holding Scylla like this took a bit of effort on her part, and the way she had talked to Mi Jin earlier was a trick she learned to do when having to confront others. Starting the conversation, sticking to a topic the other pony would be interested in, and presenting a generally positive attitude no matter how the conversation went. This was a trick she believed could work with Scylla as well.

“Believe me, I understand exactly what you’re going through. This place scares me just as much it does you, but I have a little trick that keeps me in high spirits. Want to know what it is?”

“What?” Scylla asked, curious as to what anypony could do to not fall into depression in this dismal place.

“Well…” Charming looking back a moment to the minotaur behind her, noticing that they had moved a little bit away, not needing to be right next to the two mares to make sure they wouldn’t run away now that they were stuck between them and a door. Charming herself didn’t really care if the minotaur were five feet or five yards away, but turning her head in that direction made Scylla do the same, getting her to see how far away as well.

With their range confirmed to the kelpie, Charming engaged in part two of her plan. Using the arm she already had wrapped around Scylla’s body, Charming bent her associate forward, hunching over as well as she got real close to Scylla’s ear. “Okay, but we gotta make sure they don’t hear us. Who knows what they would do if they figured out such an important secret.”

With such importance attributed to what the pink unicorn had to say, Scylla was instantly hooked. No matter how skeptical she might have been that anything could change her mood as long as she was in The Society, when treated as if it were one of the Equestria’s most guarded secrets she had to know.

“So what is the secret?” Scylla asked in earnest, eager to know.

Charming got really close to the mare’s ear to whisper into it, giving one last glance back to the guards. As expected, they really weren’t too interested in the antics of two slaves. As long as they stayed put, the mares could talk and mess around all they wanted. This was good for Charming, as she didn’t need them cutting in and making Scylla all the more scared.

“Whenever I have to be around any of the trainers or the guards, and they make me scared, I just picture them naked.”

“What?!” Scylla said in surprise, not having expected that to be the unicorn’s solution. Of course she had heard of this alleged method of dealing with one’s nerves before, but she thought that it only applied to stage fright. It was so bizarre that Charming would suggest the same thing to deal with sexual abuse too. The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was a silly thing to say. So silly that as the seconds passed by she found herself snickering, then giggling, then finally giving out a decent sized laugh.

Charming let Scylla go, happy with the results she achieved. Of course she didn’t believe that picturing their rapists naked would make them feel better. Such a notion would be entirely absurd. Absurdity was the cornerstone of humor though, and what Scylla really needed was a laugh. Something to break through that depression, and allow the kelpie to smile again after all she had been put through.

“Feeling better?” Charming asked, already assuming the answer was yes.

“A little bit,” answered Scylla, getting that this whole thing was just a joke now that she was struggling to hold in her emotions, “It does feel good to laugh.”

“Good, then I’ve done my job,” Charming said with a smile, making conscious decisions to do so in order to keep Scylla from relapsing.

“But...” Scylla said, sobering up from the joke rather quickly, “How do you really keep from getting depressed in a place like this? About the only other person who acts close to what I do is Gabby. I can tell that Blue and Midnight are just putting on a brave face for the rest of us, and we all know that Nightshade has been brainwashed, but what about you? Aside from looking nervous the first time I saw you, you’ve seemed to be ok with all this. How doesn’t this bother you?”

“I suppose it just comes with my profession.” Charming said offhandedly.

“Your profession?” Scylla asked, wondering what kind of job could get somepony used to being enslaved and impregnated against their will.

“Yeah, I’m a writer,” the unicorn explained, “I create stories for a small book publishing firm that caters to ponies with special interests.”

“Books that involved slavery… and rape?”

“Yeah…” Charming said, rubbing the back of her mane as her shyness returned slightly. It was never easy to explain what she did for a living, “Though I suppose you say I put a romantic twist to the whole thing. Like, I’ll write a story where the princess of some fictional land has her kingdom overtaken by some dark lord. As part of this, he keeps her as his personal slave and forces her to do things for him. Sing songs, feed him fruit by hand, and have lots of sex. Some ponies really eat that kind of stuff up, especially if the princess ends up falling in love with her captor and enjoying the way he treats her.”

Scylla was surprised to hear that. Not because she thought it was strange that a pony would be into that kind of stuff, but because she was a pony who was into that sort of stuff. From the very beginning she compared her situation to those kinds of books, because she had quite a few books of that nature stashed away in her room back home, except real and terrible when the books were made up and thrilling.

“Y-You… w-write about mares getting raped?” she nervously asked, shocked by this information, but curious about such a pony.

“Not always mares,” Charming clarified, “Sometimes I’ll put a stallion with some evil mare and give him the slave treatment. And it’s not always some tyrant on top either. I like to change it up a lot. Sometimes it will be something like one pony being stalked by a love sick stalker who decides to make their obsession theirs by force. Other times I’ll have a royal guard get caught during an investigation by some gang of ponies who wants to teach them a lesson. Other times I’ll have the antagonist slip a love potion into some chocolates and hand them out around a town just to see the results. And other times I just write something romantic with a slavery theme to it, because I just like the topic.”

“Do you mind if I ask you one more thing?” Scylla said, now seeing that this erotic writer has been into this sort of stuff for a while, and didn’t really seem ashamed of any of it. Honestly, she had never talked to any pony so openly about being attracted to those kind of erotic tales. Not even the pony who sold her such novels, because Scylla found it embarrassing enough to buy them in the first place.

“Go for it.” Charming replied, once more showing no inhibitions towards the topic. If anything, she acted somewhat pleased to talk about the subject.

“What got you into that sort of stuff?” This was a question that Scylla asked herself often, as things like bondage and dark erotic fantasy was certainly not something a normal pony should enjoy. Yet when she stumbled upon her first story of the type, one of some rich stallion luring an unsuspecting mare into a life of sexual servitude, where said stallion treated the mare in question like property, demanding everything from her while giving little in return than mere attention, it triggered something inside her. She never understood why though, and questioned it even more when put in a similar situation.

“Well… I suppose it all started a while back. Being a writer, I was naturally drawn to reading. I use to read all kinds of books and one day I found my way into the romance section of the town library. I might have been a bit young for those kind of books at the time, but it was so far in the back of the building that no pony really noticed. From there I just eventually discovered the whole ‘slave and master’ stuff on my own, and from there I kinda just started writing my own stuff. Started off with a few stories using ideas from things like the Power Ponies, or having Starswirl do some kinky stuff with some of the villains he historically defeated, or had Princess Celestia in the hands of some dark and dashing evil prince.”

“That sounds interesting.” Scylla commented, not expecting such an in depth explanation of the details that lead to this path for Charming.

“As a bunch of secret projects, it was. One time though I accidentally sent a copy of one of those to my publisher instead of the manuscript I meant to. I rushed to get it back when I figured out my mistake, but by the time I got there my publisher had already read it.”

“Oh dear!”

Charming Tale laughed, “Yeah, I thought I was screwed. My publisher of course said that she couldn’t use it, but before I could explain they said they knew somepony else who might be able to. I was stunned, but before I knew it I was dragged to another publisher, and became a writer for erotic novels. We had to change a few things of course. Couldn’t use copyrighted material or real people for legal reasons, but all it took was a few name edits and some small additions to fix all that.”

“That really sounds incredible.” said Scylla, the tale having enthralled her.

To believe that such a thing could happen from writing out sexy stories, and to think somepony like Charming was the kind of pony to write such things. She didn’t know why, but she always imagined writers of such stories to be creepy stallions who didn’t know the concept of personal space and were the types to spy on mares through peep holes. Not only was Charming a mare, but she seemed genuinely nice, especially once Scylla was able to talk to her on a more personal level.

“So I suppose that’s why I’m not too phased by all this,” Charming went on to say, “As I’ve fantasized about this kinda stuff a lot before my capture. Not that I want to be here, mind you. I’d rather be back at home, writing my next novel, and not expecting to birth a minotaur in a few months, but right now I’m just picturing this as one of my stories and I’m one of the characters.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Scylla asked.

“Not really, but what are ya gonna do?” Charming shrugged off, “Better to see this as a kinky vacation than treat it like pure torture. Besides, if we do end up getting out of here I’m going to have lots of material for my next novel. Some writers would kill to have this kind of personal experience when it came to the topics of their stories.”

Scylla wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a joke, but luckily she was spared from an awkward laugh by the return of Mi Jin.

The kirin came back through the doors, showing little expression on her face. “It is time you two. Go in there, greet the members, and then do your best to make them like you. “

Scylla was still apprehensive about going in to meet those who would want to rape her, but Charming took her by the hand and started walking in. “Don’t worry about it,” she reassured, “Just remember all the things I told you and you’ll be fine.”

“R-right…” Scylla replied, moving her hooves to follow the unicorn through those doors. Maybe Charmings tips would help. Maybe she could pretend to be one of the characters from her lewd books and put herself elsewhere, pretend that she was somewhere else, or that she was on vacation. It probably wouldn’t make her feel all that better, to be honest. If all else failed though… she could always pretend all the members were naked.