Rainbow slowly opened her eyes, hoping it was a dream. That she wasn't a captive of a bunch of Psychotic brigands. That she wasn't being tortured for fun by said brigands. That when she opened her eyes, she would see she was in her shack, or in her bedroll in the woods. Instead, the wooden walls and coppery scent of blood greeted her. It was real.

Her body felt sore, with a light wet feeling. She began to look herself over. Several long cuts stretched along her body, dried blood and scabbed over flesh marking their outlines. Even the slightest movement sent flares of pain up her sides, legs, and underbelly. She then registered a pain in her ear. The bolt.

She reached up with her hoof, the chain giving her just enough slack to reach it. She gave it a light tug and was greeted by another flare of pain. Ok, ok Rainbow, ok. Pull it out real fast. Rip it out like a band-aid. Like a band-aid. Like a band-aid. Like a- She hissed in pain as she yanked it out.

It was a small, barbed stick with a sharp metal point. Small black feathers lined the rear section, acting as fletching. She then looked down at the lock on her leg. It looked just big enough to wedge it in. Maybe she could pick the lock and get out! She looked up at the door: no one made their presence known. So, she lowered down and began to try and pick it.

She soon learned that picking a lock wasn't as easy as it looked in a Daring Do book. Fiddling the tip around did nothing, and she was starting to get frustrated. She had to get out before that maniac came back and caught her in the act. Finally, in the first one, she heard a loud click. It worked!..... And she couldn't get it out.

"Ah, buck me," she muttered. She then pulled her hoof out of the shackle, then tried to lean up toward the table. With the lack of one of the restraints, she had just enough slack to reach it. She reached up, feeling around for something to help her. She felt just the bare surface of the table until she came to a smooth object. Wrapping her hoof around it, she pulled it off the table and dragged it along the floor. It was a key.

Rainbow smiled. She was getting out of here. She slipped the key into the other hoof cuff, along with the collar around her neck. The chains went limp, and she stood up. Her legs flared in pain, but she managed to slide over onto the table. On the top, just out of reach of her when she was on the ground, was a tray with several other items. A hammer, a few knives, a few runes, and a few sharp bits of metal, wood, or rock. A few were stained in blood, indicating they were used on her yesterday.

She grabbed one of the knives and was fully prepared to use it. She cut off her wing binds, then began to stagger to the door. Reaching the door, she looked out the side of the door. As she did, something gripped her head and pushed her back despite her protests. Soon, she had dropped the knife and was then shoved down onto the mat again.

She looked up at who it was. It was a demigryph, one roughly equal in size to Big Mac. He had dark brown feathers and a lighter brown shade of fur, with piercing yellow and black eyes. His beak was twisted into a twisted smile as he picked up the knife. "Well now. What do we have here? The bosses new meat trying to leave just after she got started. That isn't very nice, now is it?"

Rainbow spit on him. "Go to Tartarus, shit-eater."

"Now, that really wasn't nice. How about this, you get taught some manners, and I get some enjoyment out of it. How does that sound, eh?" As he finished, he pulled out a small vial of something from his jacket.

Rainbow was about to yell out in protest when he delivered a quick slash across the front of her chest. She slumped against the wall, hyperventilating from the suddenly fresh pain. The demigryph was on her in an instant, uncorking the vial and holding her down. He then poured the contents of the vial on her new wound, which surprised her when it was revealed to not be a liquid, but a powder-like substance. Salt.

He grinned as he raised a paw, then began to rub it in. She screamed; nothing extra, no words of protest, really nothing else but her shrill screaming. Any thought of escape, or resistance, or of anything coherent vanished under the bright, unyielding wave of agony. It hurt. That was all she could choke out. It hurt.

Suddenly, she felt something enter her mouth. At the same instant, she saw a shadow cover her. He was standing above her, forelegs pressed against the wall. He had his rear paw on the salt still smeared outside the wound, the sting just enough to keep her from protesting. And the thing in her mouth... Was his male bits. The long, semi-hard shaft was most of the way in her mouth, yet several inches remained exposed to the air.

"Now, this is my enjoyment I talked about," he said. "You. Suck. Now. And if you so much as think about trying to bite down, or punch me, or anything a slave shouldn't think against her master..." He let the threat simmer in the air, and after a moment rubbed his hind paw against the salt on her chest. She howled in agony, slamming her head against the wall. He chuckled and stopped, letting her get her breathing under control. "Get the picture. Now, do as you're fucking told!"

Unable to choke out an insult due to the large invader in her mouth, and too weak to fight back in any other way, she complied. It was an odd sensation, and one she didn't necessarily enjoy. The thing was like licking a chair leg, except squishier and rounder. The job itself wasn't too much of an issue; it was like sucking on a lollipop. It just felt wrong, and she couldn't find herself really enjoying this.

He, by contrast, was hissing in pleasure, and soon moaning from what she did. It freaked her out to no end, and only added to the sense of wrongness to what was going on. But, all that mattered was not getting hurt more. A primitive and somewhat basic objective, yet one none the less.

Suddenly, from the door, a voice cried out, "Dermot. What in the 9 Hells are you doing?"

Looking past him, she saw Crimson. M-maybe she'll help me? The reaction made it seem like she didn't want him touching her. Maybe It will end. She knew she was hoping, but it was all she had. "What does it look like," Dermot says. "Just havin' a little bit O' fun."

"No, I can see that. I just want to know why the fuck you're doing it." Yes. Yes, yes, yes yes yes yes yes!! "I mean, I probably would've said yes. You just had to ask. I'm nice like that." Wait, what!? Oh, fuck no! "In fact, I just came down to check what the noise was. Go ahead; have you're fun. But you get to clear out the waste from the latrines tomorrow. Teach you to ask first, ok? Now, have fun!" And with that, she walked off. No. No! No! No no no no no no!

Dermot yanked his cock out of her mouth, allowing unrestricted airflow. That breath was soon cut off as he lowered himself down her body, laying one of his front paws on the salt now. She feels a presence down at her nethers; a fleshy, somewhat pointy intruder. A feral, cruel smile greets her face as he starts to shift forward. She stammers, "N-now, let's t-talk about this here. We d-don't wan-want to do anything hast-AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

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