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Having escaped her cell, Celestia attempts to find her way out of the castle, and out of the hands of her captors.

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Back cover: https://inkbunny.net/s/2117875", "writing": "Now that I had escaped from my cell, my hope was to somehow reach the moat, from where a secret pathway behind the city’s waterfall would take me into Equestria’s hinterland. Once outside, the plan would be to link up with what friendly forces there are left and lead the resistance from there. The castle’s main gate was likely to be well-guarded however, and I was under no illusion that my flight would be easy. Fortunately the palace features several hidden passageways leading beyond the castle walls, constructed as a means of escape in case of emergency. Two are hidden in the throne room and royal sleeping quarters, but these in all likelihood would be heavily patrolled; my hopes were therefore invested in a third escape route located in the ballroom, which would be of a lower security concern to the night guard.\n\nIt seemed like an eternity ago since I last walked through the palace out of my own volition. The halls were quiet at this time of night, bathed in the faint glow of my sister’s moonlight. As I made my way from the dungeon entrance I reminisced of better times gone by, when my ponies were still free from subjugation and the Caribou’s taint. Part of me wondered if we could ever put this era behind us and restore Equestrian values; regardless, the occupation would likely leave a black mark on our history. I was spurred on by the thought of liberation however, confident that my escape would spell the beginning of the end of Dainn’s regime.\n\nUnfortunately my progress was slower than I would have liked. Having to continue crawling on my hands and knees was insufferable, as every step reminded me of the humiliation I had suffered at the Caribou’s hands; although I had escaped their clutches, I had not yet escaped their influence. In the past a simple teleportation spell would have sufficed, to transport myself to safety in a blink of an eye. I yearned for the use of my magic - but alas. The memory of the loss of my horn haunts me still, and my horn stump is a permanent reminder of my defeat that fateful day. As I continued on my way through the castle halls the advantage of being forced to crawl was becoming clear however - although my movement speed was impaired, using my knees rather than my hooves allowed me to sneak through the palace in silence.\n\nAs expected security had remained active through the night, and it wasn’t long before I ran into a patrol. The loud clinking of the guards’ armor and the stomping of their feet announced their approach well before they appeared down the hallway. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the area for places to hide - I quickly scrambled behind a large vase, trembling with nerves and holding my breath as the hoof steps became louder and louder. The guards were clearly relaxed at this time of night, openly chatting amongst themselves about their recent sexual conquests like stallions do nowadays. To my great relief they walked right past me, as did the next patrol, and the next. I was thankful for their incompetence, concealing myself behind curtains, statues and furniture as I made my way steadily onwards.\n\nProof of the Caribou’s vandalism could be seen throughout the castle. Statues celebrating female virtues and achievements had been removed or destroyed, replaced by obscene sculptures of mares submitting to their stallion masters. The stained glass ornaments depicting Equestria’s historical victories over our adversaries had been defaced, and were in the progress of being replaced by images glorifying our defeat by Dainn, and our ongoing transformation into his trained slaves. Various uncompleted works seemed to show Cadance’s submission to her new overlords; although my curiosity was piqued, there was little I could learn regarding the specifics. But most offensive of all were two enormous paintings erected in the main hall, depicting me and my sister in red collars and wing sheaths, and wearing revealing, sexualized Saddle Arabian outfits.\n\nMy sister was depicted with a ridiculously curvy body, bearing a pair of absurdly large breasts and a large chain connecting a set of silver nipple piercings. I was painted as voluptuous mare carrying a rack even greater than Luna’s, in a suggestive pose that accentuated my preposterously wide rump and exaggerated female figure. A golden set of rings adorned my nipples, connected to a clitoral piercing by gilded chains. Our expressions were ones of complete willingness and infatuation with our lot. I shuddered when I realized the painting conformed to Dainn’s vision to have us physically modified and fully trained into model sluts - I continued on my way, spurred on by the knowledge that failure would undoubtedly mean being transformed into…that. Clearly then our captors are deluded if they think Equestria’s princesses will submit and be molded into visions of perfect sex slavery. The possibility of defacing these canvases crossed my mind, but time was of the essence; destroying the imagery would only alert the guards to my presence.\n\nMy suspicions regarding the castle’s entrance were quickly confirmed by a quick glance down the main hallway - various cohorts of the elite guard patrolled the gate even at night. I pressed on towards the palace’s western wing, keeping out of sight by sneaking through the shadows. Our oppressors seem fond of depicting the chained Sun and Moon, displaying the imagery liberally on the many banners hanging from the castle walls. Curiously, I noted several tapestries that seemed to depict Caribou life before their journey south; from what little I could glance they were a militaristic society, and treated their cows little better than they treat us mares. But most important to me at this point was the cover these ornaments provided, since the patrols in this part of the palace were heavy - I was approaching the sleeping quarters, where the usurper king was undoubtedly resting. I spied my bedroom from an overpass, which was heavily guarded by traitorous stallions. The beautiful decorations that once adorned the doorway had been removed, replaced by runic inscriptions on the frame along with a Caribou sigil engraved on the door. The thought of Dainn claiming my personal sanctum for his own enraged me, but vengeance would have to wait. Instead, my attention was quickly drawn to a soft mewling emanating from behind a nearby portcullis.\n\n“Mnh…nnh…”\n\nAgainst my better judgement I peeked through, and was greeted by the sight of mares chained, shackled and restrained in rows of stocks facing both walls. Their legs were spread by spreader bars, and their tails raised by chains connected to pulleys on the roof, leaving their nude flanks exposed to anypony entering the hallway. All of them wore black collars, evidence of their continued resistance; as is customary for enslaved mares, the pegasi had their wings plucked and sealed in hateful sheaths identical to my own. The unicorns had been dehorned after capture, forever stripping them of their magic. Every single one their bodies bore the unmistakable marks of repeated sexual violation. Whip marks covered their breasts, rumps and legs, and many of them had been branded, tattooed and pierced in the manner of slaves. All of them had their holes filled with toys; in the absence of those, batons and bottles were apparently considered suitable substitutes by their barbaric captors. The heavy bondage gear worn by each mare made it difficult to identify them individually, and each pony wore a thick blindfold and ball gag - but from their cutie marks I could infer they had once been female royal guards and Wonderbolts.\n\nSeeing my ponies like this was deeply disturbing. My own abuse I could suffer, but the view of other mares subjected to horrible abuse was unbearable. Their matted, dirty coats and manes showed little thought for their wellbeing; the most these poor souls could probably hope for was a cold bucket of water dumped over them once their masters deemed them too filthy for their own enjoyment. Although I would not consider my regular humiliation at the hands of the dog groomer to be a satisfactory substitute, it did made me realize that in a sick, twisted way, I had been receiving privileged treatment and care. These mares did not have such “fortune” however, and it tore my heart not being able to do much for them, miserable as they were. I could only whisper comforting words, promising that help would soon be on the way. Only those closest to the gate could hear me, and clearly recognized the voice of their princess - their muffled pleas made it all the more heart wrenching to tear myself away from the iron bars and continue on my quest.\n\nMy in-depth knowledge of Canterlot Castle’s layout as well as the inner workings of the security operations had served me well at this point. I knew which passages would likely be patrolled at this time of night, and where alternative paths might be taken to minimize the risk of capture. 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Cadance, ever the slut, had been bent over a table, and was servicing four stallions at once. Her spread legs were wrapped around Orestes’ hips, who was impaling her with his cock; another guard had lodged himself balls-deep into her mouth as he forcefully swabbed her throat. Yet two more stallions were attending her from the sides, having their members vigorously stroked by the princess of love’s hands. Where Cadance learned such sexual proficiency I do not know, but it is clear to me that the proper, dignified princess I once knew is no more. With her adopted culture now flourishing, she has developed into a succubus, seducing stallions into partaking in her body and converting mares into the Caribou’s willing servants.\n\nShining Armor was busy satisfying himself with another one of his slaves - he had gotten his hands on a zebra mare, and added her to his growing harem. 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Fuck me more! Please use this slave’s filthy cunt mouth!”\n\nOne of the stallions standing over her duly obliged, hilting his erect cock straight down her throat. The meaty rod elicited a muffled, strained moan of lust from the mare, who was quite evidently enjoying being spit roasted. A jet of clear fluids spraying from her loins sent her body shaking and convulsing, all but confirming her state of ecstasy. And yet the wet, rough slapping of hips continued unabated.\n\nThe scene sickened me. It was a disheartening reminder that the Caribou’s vile culture has taken root in Equestria and its surroundings, and has managed to corrupt ponies from far and wide to its cause. Purifying the land of their filth will likely take considerable effort and extended periods of time, and it is a distinct possibility that a section of the converted population will remain predisposed to the rule of their former masters. Cadance herself may be beyond saving, her fate being inextricably linked to the Crystal Cock; many other mares may willingly follow her into exile in the end.\n\nMany more female voices emanated from the room, doubtlessly belonging to the multitude of slaves a prominent stallion like Shining Armor could afford to own. There was little incentive for me to linger however - neglecting their duties, every stallion present was busy sating their base instincts, meaning that nopony was paying any heed to the passage they were supposed to be guarding. From the looks of it, Equestria’s new prince had invited his entire personal guard to join in on the fun - which played right into my hands. I took full advantage of their ineptitude, silently but hurriedly making my way past the amorous ponies and creeping ever closer to my objective - and to freedom.\n\nAs expected, guarding the ball room was of no priority to the night watch, and the entrance was deserted at this hour. After ensuring that the coast was clear, I placed my hand on the door lever and used my body to lean into the heavy gate. The great wooden door opened silently; to avoid arousing suspicion I made sure to close it behind me. The hall was completely silent, and illuminated only by the faint moonlight. Like the other parts of the castle the original decor was in the process of being changed. The statues that adorned the room had been removed, and replaced with sculptures championing the new female virtues - submissiveness, sexual promiscuity and voluptuous figures made to satisfy male desires. Some of the wall panels featured unfinished carvings, apparently documenting the Caribou’s migration from their homeland and subsequent invasion of Equestria.\n\nOne image in particular halted me in my tracks. It was a carving of Dainn, apparently striking a deal with Discord, the spirit of chaos we thought reformed. I couldn’t put my finger on it in the heat of battle, but I now realize that it was his taint that I sensed all over Dainn when we met in battle on that fateful day. Did Discord deceive us, and only pretend to be Fluttershy’s friend? Or was he tempted to return to his old ways somehow? Perhaps I was right in my mistrust of him, and too naive in my belief that the spirit of chaos could be rehabilitated through the magic of friendship. Perhaps all this suffering could have been prevented…had I been more prudent in my duties.\n\nThe thought gnawed at my mind, but I knew I could not afford to tarry. I made my way to the far side of the ballroom, where the pedestal of one of the statues still stood. Although the sculpture itself had been thrown down and had been replaced with a yet-unfinished piece of “art”, the granite base blocking the passageway had thankfully not been touched, nor had the Caribou touched the tile that triggered the opening mechanism. 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But I steeled myself, taking it as a sign that freedom was at hand.\n\nSeeing the Moon’s faint glow emanating from the end of the tunnel was exhilarating to say the least. My pace increased along with my excitement.\n\n“Take it easy girl. Stay vigilant, you’re not out of the woods yet,” I thought, reminding myself to stay alert.\n\nTo my relief the exit was unguarded. I crawled from the duct and took a deep breath, trying to take in the fresh air of freedom. Instead I was immediately met by a powerful scent, emanating from a strange…pod growing nearby. It was alluring, entrancing - the more I inhaled, the fuzzier my mind felt. Each sniff was followed by another, deep inhalation as the primal part of my brain spurred me on, tickled by this powerful stimulus. Spellbound, I found myself crawling towards…this wonderful, bewitching scent almost by instinct. Arousal set in, and my breath growing more ragged with each step. My nipples stiffened, and I could feel myself getting wet. In a brief moment of lucidity I realized it was a powerful concoction of pheromones. Every fiber in my body screamed to ignore the lure, to pull away and continue my escape. My goal was so close! And yet…I was inextricably drawn to the source of this mesmerizing smell.\n\nDesire was taking over completely, and soon I was barely able to form a coherent thought. And this…thing somehow sensed me. It’s prey. The fleshy leaves opened from the top as a response, revealing thick, slimy tentacles emerging from the aperture. For a moment they flailed about wildly as if they were trying to pinpoint my location - before bursting forth, wrapping themselves around my body and limbs within seconds. Fear and panic momentarily snapped me out of my trance, but the trap had already been sprung. The large, muscular appendages firmly restrained my arms and legs, inexorably pulling me towards the pod. Its petals now opened, revealing a horrifying mass of tentacles slithering and flinging wildly into the air.\n\nFrom its base two enormous tendrils squirmed upwards. The first member, a large, yellow muscular arm with a bulbous head quickly seemed to sense my location. It pointed itself towards me, its petals opening like a flower to reveal a large phallus inside. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled in a futile attempt to escape the plant’s grasp, panicking as I realized my escape hung in the balance. The tentacles responded in kind however, gripping themselves ever tighter around my body and rapidly reeling me in. I shrieked as fear overtook me - and that was the only cue my assailant needed. The yellow tendril lurched towards me, slamming itself down my throat before I could react. Its petals wrapped tightly around my muzzle; two more tentacles lodged themselves into my nostrils. I was immediately overwhelmed by a powerful concoction of pheromones. I smelt sex, cock, attraction all melded into one. I found myself instinctively inhaling, unable to stop taking in the scent that overpowered my senses. At the same time I was force-fed a sweet nectar, which was being pumped right down my throat by the phallus imbedded inside me. The liquid had equally powerful mind-altering effects. Any fear I felt soon washed away, and my mind dulled. The urgency, my desire to escape…all faded into nothingness as I was made to relax. Soon I found myself slack-jawed and barely cognizant, suckling the meaty rod like a pacifier.\n\nSensing its prey had been subdued, I was now drawn into the heart of the open pod itself, where I noticed the second phallus emerging from the heart of the monstrous plant. It was orange in color and covered in various ridges and bumps leaving little doubt regarding its purpose. Completely intoxicated by the aromas and ambrosia pouring into my nostrils and mouth, I felt my faculties dulling one by one. Fear no longer gripped me; my rational mind was being suppressed in favor of powerful feelings of lust and desire. Soon only one function remained - the need to breed. When the tentacles spread my legs in preparation of my mating I offered no resistance - my pussy was sopping wet, winking and desperately hungry for cock. Mating was now the only thing on my pheromone addled mind, any other mental functions were completely inhibited.\n\nI squealed when I was lowered onto the pod’s central phallus, which despite its size it slid smoothly up my soaked pussy. Every bump and ridge felt like pure ecstasy as it rubbed along my engorged clit. With any restraint suppressed, I fucked it with reckless abandon, thrusting my hips up and down that magnificent rod in a purely instinctive reaction to the stimulation of pure pleasure. Straddling the enormous cock with my pussy stretched to the limit, I felt my legs being firmly anchored to the pod’s base at the calves. My upper body was pushed against the base of the enormous tendril lodged deeply down my muzzle; my arms were locked in place behind it, while more tentacles groped at my breasts, lathering them in aphrodisiac and sensually teasing my nipples. The only freedom left to me was the movement in my hips, which I dutifully started gyrating up and down the enormous member. With my drive to escape completely suppressed, my only purpose was now to fuck, to supply my master with my juices it required until was sated. This was by far the biggest cock I had ever taken, yet felt heavenly rather than painful, its texture providing me with intense sexual pleasure that shook me to the core. My chest was treated to an equally wonderful fondling - and it wasn’t long before I reached climax, moaning and squirting freely as trembled with satisfaction.\n\nThe pod reacted to my orgasm with an immediate influx of fluids. My reward for cumming was an energizing nectar injected directly down my throat and into my crotch. It clearly had potent psychosomatic effects, keeping me firmly entranced/entrained onto my task. My sexual desire instantly returned, all the while driven to greater heights. All I knew is that I wanted more - fucking was all that mattered, and the continued movement of my hips my sole purpose. Sensing its grip over me had been solidified, the leaves of the tentacles inserted into my mouth and nose wrapped around my head as the pod closed around me.\n\nInside its fleshy embrace the maddeningly pleasurable sex continued for what seemed like an eternity. Every once in a while the pod released its essence right up my pussy. A mare’s reaction to this thick, viscous liquid can only be described as pure ecstasy. It immediately triggers intense convulsions, rapid, continuous climaxes during which the body and mind are completely overloaded with pleasure. I was little more than a cock sleeve, a cunt forced to cum and squirt endlessly to sate the creature’s needs. Each time I felt myself losing consciousness or blacking out, another shot of pheromones mixed with a substance not dissimilar to spirit of hartshorn was injected into my nostrils, rousing me back to consciousness and forcing me to continue riding the enormous organ lodged inside my sex. Locked into a vicious cycle of fucking, cumming and squirting, escape was impossible, even if I were to regain possession of the necessary faculties. But eventually the pod’s nutritional requirements were sated, and it evidently released me as it entered into a state of lowered activity. I have no recollection of the end of my ordeal - I had completely lost any awareness well beforehand.\n\nWhen I opened my eyes my mind was still clouded by the pheromone-induced haze. Night had turned into day, and I found myself lying motionless on the grass besides the pod. As my faculties returned, I slowly became aware of the multitude of stallions standing over me. They were Royal Guards. Still dazed, I barely recognized them as such. Their voices were unintelligible, their faces and movements blurs. In this helpless state I was carried back to the castle’s courtyard, and tied to a frame with my arms stretched above my head and my legs set apart by a spreader bar. They left me there to recover in this vulnerable position, checking on my mental state occasionally. As time passed, my mind gradually returned to me , along with a horrible realization - my plan had failed. I had been captured.\n\nThe punishment meted out for attempted escape was brutal as expected. A host of stallions surrounded me, and I was completely restrained with my naked body on full display. I could do nothing but brace myself for the onslaught. One by one the guards goaded me, mocking my failure and lashing me all over with crops, whips, cattle prods and paddles.\n\n“Stupid cunt!” they shouted, hurling abuse as they whipped me with their riding crops. “Did you really think we would let you escape?!”\n\n“You are nothing but a bunch of traitors to the crown!” I hissed back at them, concealing the pain. “How could you do this to your fellow ponies, to your princess?”\n\nI received no answer but the painful slap of the paddle making contact with my exposed rear. The stallions erupted in a cacophony of laughter as an agonizing scream left my mouth. I was given no respite however - within moments another guard stepped forward, and ruthlessly flogged me across my breasts. It was brutal torture. Time and time again they derided me, calling me a relic of a bygone age, and claiming that the Caribou had somehow freed the stallions from our deception and oppression. No part of my body was spared their merciless, continued punishment. But no matter how harshly I was being chastized, the mental anguish of facing further captivity, slave training, and the inevitable repercussions of my transgression were infinitely worse than any physical pain and humiliation the brutes could subject me to. Hrathr would undoubtedly severely discipline me for defying the basic rules that apply to slaves, and would most likely ramp up the security around my cell to prevent any future opportunities for escape. The worst feeling was reserved for my ponies however, who would face yet more time and suffering under the Caribou yoke.\n\nRed whip- and flog marks covered my breasts, body and legs, and I suspected my back and rear weren’t faring much better. I desperately fought back the pain and tears, not wanting to give these brutes the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Resisting fiercely, I responded to their insults and accusations in kind, calling them craven fools for embracing the culture of barbarians and rapists. But every retort was summarily ignored, and only resulted in continued beatings. Despite my resolve, the pain of unrelenting lashes, strikes and prodding gradually wore me down. While I initially took my punishment with the dignity expected of nobility, I soon felt my spirit cowed by the prospect of yet another whipping. Sensing weakness the guards stepped up their efforts - but not until I saw a stallion approaching me with a cattle prod aimed at my crotch did I give in.\n\n“No please! N-no more, please!” I screamed, finally begging for respite.\n\nI braced myself for the inevitable searing electric shock that was about to course through my nethers. Instead, I felt only the cold prongs of the torture device press themselves against my labia.\n\n“Tell me cunt. Have you learned your lesson?” the stallion asked, looking me straight in the eye.\n\n“Y-yes master,” I replied, noticing he held his thumb poised on the activation switch. “P-please…forgive my insolence.”\n\n“And?!” the guard threatened, jamming the prod harshly into my skin.\n\n“A-and please pardon this slave’s impudence…I should not have attempted to escape,” I answered in fear. “Please have mercy on this foolish, fresh cunt. I am…a stupid female who needs to be put in her p-place…as the king’s property, it is my purpose to be trained until…I am deemed worthy of being his sex pet.”\n\nSatisfied by my response and submission, the stallion retracted his prod. Not being shocked was a relief, but now punishment turned to discipline as I was coerced into admitting my “wrongs” and reinforcing my new identity as a slave. I gritted my teeth, attempting to throw up whatever resistance I could muster; only when I could no longer bear the bite of the whip did I comply.\n\n“What did you learn, slave?!” the stallions demanded over and over.\n\n“As a…s-sex slave must stay at her masters’ side, obediently and…submissively follow their commands. My masters control my actions and thoughts, trying to escape is a grave offense,” I muttered, trying to conceal my suffering.\n\n“Again, cunt. Recite your lesson,” the guards demanded.\n\nWith each punishment my skin became more bruised, sensitive and painful. My body was covered with red lash marks, but despite my admissions, the whip kept lashing, the rod kept shocking, and the crop kept stinging at my body. I gasped for breath, begging the guards for mercy - but only when I screamed what these traitors wanted to hear did I receive a brief respite, before they resumed my torture to reinforce their teachings. Soon however, the lesson was interrupted by a familiar male voice.\n\n“You’re a terrible actress, Sun Slut.”\n\nIt was Iron Lance, bearing a wide grin on his face as he walked in on the proceedings. The stallions cheered at his arrival, congratulating him and patting him on the back. I instantly understood that it had all been a ploy. His apparent gullibility. The patrols’ lowered state of alertness that night, the lack of guards stationed at crucial sections of the castle grounds. I had been herded like hapless prey, unknowingly doing exactly what my captors had expected me to do.\n\n“You’re such a pathetic mare, Sun Slut. Feckless as a leader, hopeless and worthless as a slave. At times I do wonder how we survived under your command,” Iron Lance sneered, gloating in my failure. “But I did enjoy fucking your filthy cunt and whorish mouth, bitch!”\n\nHis deception enraged me. I spat in his face, glaring at my treasonous former confidante with disdain.\n\n“You are the pathetic one here, Iron Lance,” I snapped back at him. “You’re just being used by your masters, a pitiful fool who had to resort to rape to get a mare way beyond his station. There is no pony as pitiful as a stallion like you.”\n\nMy retort only managed to enrage him; the insulted stallion immediately lashed out at me with the back of his hand. It hurt, but determined not to grant him the satisfaction of seeing me grimace I gritted my teeth, preparing myself to snap back at him. I wasn’t given the chance however - within moments a cattle prod jammed into my ribs, sending a painful shock coursing through my body. I screamed as the brute enacted his retribution on me, repeatedly electrocuting me all over my body in a savage attempt to force me to submit, or at least salvage some of his pride.\n\n“Stupid cunt! Did you really think I didn’t realize you were just sucking up to me? The only reason you managed to make it out is because we let you!” the incensed stallion shouted, pulling none of his punches.\n\nBut more painful than the brutal torture was the realization that I had no real chance of escaping from the outset. They had just been toying with me. It was soul-shattering.\n\n“That is quite enough, private. Do keep in mind that you are handling the king’s property.”\n\nIt was Hrathr, who finally arrived to interrupt the guards’ excesses. A pack of hounds walked at his side, followed by Fleur-de-Lis and Fluttershy crawling obediently behind them.\n\n“Y-yes Lord Hrathr, o-of course,” Iron Lance replied, stepping back and standing at attention. “Please pardon the transgression, sir.”\n\n“I take it she never got outside the castle grounds?” Hrathr said while inspecting my body as I hung from the frame, slumped and panting with pain and exhaustion. I was loath to have this barbaric beast master touch me again, but in a way I was also glad he intervened and ended my torture.\n\n“No my lord,” one of the guards spoke. “We recaptured her near the pods planted just outside the walls. We were in full control throughout.”\n\n“Excellent,” Hrathr said as he raised my head up by the chin, giving me a stern, piercing glare. “I was going to take it easy on you, cunt. As the king’s pet you enjoyed a privileged position, shielded from the worst physical punishments and harshest training methods. But evidently I will have to be much stricter.”\n\n“Attempted escape is one of the gravest of offenses a slave can commit,” the Caribou bull continued. “A proper sex slave must be unquestioningly loyal and obedient to her master, and her place is to be at his side at all times. Only upon being given an order may a slave act, and then only in compliance with her master’s command.”\n\nI shuddered at the notion of a stricter training regime. What I had undergone up until now had been savage beyond my imagination - clearly I had not fully grasped the cruelty the Caribou enact on their captives. In addition, my body was sore all over after having suffered continued whipping and flogging. But I wanted to show this monster that despite all his efforts, my spirit remained uncowed, and that his training had little effect. I shot him a deathly glare in reply.\n\n“If you think you can turn me into a willing sex slave you are gravely mistaken, Hrathr,” I spoke, fully intending to defy and humiliate him in front of his men. “My ponies will take back Equestria, and once we do I will see you and your vile ilk brought to justice!”\n\n“Hmph, such a ridiculous, mistaken belief,” Hrathr said, gazing down on me with thunderous eyes. “But then again, I suppose I can’t expect much else from a worthless mare. I will find a way to get through that thick head of yours.”\n\nTo my surprise he turned away, handing the leashes of his beasts to one of the guards. For a moment I thought I had somehow escaped further punishment, and that he would order the men to take me down and return me to my cage. On his way back into the castle he gave his slaves a pat on their heads, and to my dismay commanded:\n\n“Have Sun Slut mated like the bitch she is. Make sure she is under no illusions that she still is a princess, nor pony.”\n\nPanic gripped me as the meaning of Hrathr’s words sank in. He was going to have his hounds violate me.\n\nThrowing dignity to the wind, I screamed for mercy when they lowered my arm restraints, forcing me forward onto my knees. With the spreader bar preventing me from closing my legs, my arms twisted painfully behind me as my upper body was forced to bend at the waist, leaving me in a perfect position to be mounted. I begged to undergo any other punishment than being desecrated in such a way, promising obedience and compliance, anything to get them to stop. My pleas fell on deaf ears however; one of the guards grabbed my tail, pulling it out of the way to leave my sex vulnerable and exposed.\n\nWhen the stallions broke their huddle I was greeted by the sight of Fluttershy and Fleur-de-Lis whipping the hounds into a frenzy. Barking and yelping, they continuously rubbed their bodies against the dogs to catch their attention before turning their rears to them, lifting their tails and squirting to spread their pheromones. The beasts responded in kind, excitedly mounting the mares only to be pulled back by their handlers, leaving them horny and frustrated. With the pack now fully aroused, Fleur started drawing the hounds towards me, with Fluttershy crawling close behind.\n\n“G-girls, please, p-please no, don’t do this!” I implored, as the white mare approached me on her hands and knees. But instead she looked at me with a sneer, all the while keeping her tail raised to ensure the air was thick with her scent.\n\n“Oh princess,” Fleur whispered sarcastically into my ear. “Why would we withhold such a wonderful, eyeopening sexual experience from you? You’ll love this, I know a bitch like you will.”\n\nThe pack was now whining, yelping and pulling on their leashes, their red cocks jutting from underneath their fur, erect and ready for insertion. With both girls now at my side, the guards released the leashes. Within moments the dogs were upon us, racing to be first to mount one of their bitches. Fluttershy was the first to be taken, letting out a whorish squeal the instant her sire penetrated her; Fleur’s stud followed soon after, feverishly thrusting itself up the moaning slave’s cunt. To my horror I soon felt the weight of one of the hounds land on my back.\n\n“N-no, don’t! S-stop!” I screamed, but to no avail. I felt the dog’s furry legs brush along my skin as it gripped me at the hips, before powerfully thrusting its cock into my pussy.\n\nI fought back the tears as it started humping me, wildly and roughly. It was utter humiliation, not to mention completely immoral. No princess should ever engage in such a forbidden act. And yet, the horror of being forced to copulate with an animal…soon turned into horniness. Its cock seemed to rub me in all the right places, and every time its knot stretched my pussy…I am ashamed to write that I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. To the stallion’s great delight, I was soon showing clear signs of arousal. I cannot explain why, but it was…exhilarating. It was being used, degraded into a lowly beast’s sex toy, a cock sleeve for the purpose of sating this creature’s most base instincts - and it felt incredible. I desperately tried to rationalize it - it must have been lingering effects of the pod’s aphrodisiac, my imprinting, or my training. But deep down, I knew I was making excuses. Raw pleasure kept flowing, more intense with each thrust of the hound’s rock-hard cock. A loud, slutty moan escaped my lips. Deep down, I wanted this. To be used. To be degraded. To be treated like nothing but an animal. I was being mated like a bitch, and loved every second of it.\n\nI didn’t even pretend to try staving off my orgasm. My body was soon reduced to a trembling mess, only held up by my restraints. My quivering walls tightened around my mate’s shaft; it was enough to send him over the edge. With a strong thrust of his hips he hilted himself, slipping the entirety of his knot into my drenched cunt. I squealed as a spike of electric pleasure wracked my body, much to the guards enjoyment. They jeered me while I continued cumming, hurling insulting epithets such as “bitch princess” and “canine whore” at me. The humiliation only added to my pleasure; my lips were now clenched around my suitor’s cock, its fully engorged base firmly locking it in place. Feeling it throb and ejaculate inside me was heavenly. I found myself moaning wantonly, greedily lapping up the forbidden pleasure. I was an animal. A bitch.\n\nThe beast soon dismounted my quivering body, turning around as it continued to fill up my womb with its seed. I was sweaty, panting, and had been utterly degraded in front of my former guards. I had been forced to copulate with a dog, its cock still knotted inside my cunt - and yet, somehow, I was…hungry for more. As I rode out my orgasm, both girls keenly observed me with knowing smiles. Like me, they were stuck to their respective partners, heavily aroused, sweaty and in the process of being filled up with cum. Hrathr had evidently made them go through the same process of sexual discovery, and they had clearly loved it as much as I did, whether through training or out of their own filthy perversions.\n\nMy bliss was disturbed by the snapping of cameras, accompanied by the rapid flashing of bulbs. The guards were taking pictures of their downtrodden princess, undoubtedly with the aim of publishing them in tomorrow’s papers. Equestria and the world would know of my canine escapade. The photos themselves would be used to show the populace that I was a princess no longer, but rather slave firmly under the Caribou’s hooves, being molded into an obedient bitch. I would be publicly humiliated in front of my own ponies…and yet the prospect…excited me. The taboo, the impermissible nature…it turned me on so much. I found myself breathing hoarsely, clearly aroused by my predicament. Every part of my rational mind told me this was wrong - yet I could not hide my feelings. I found myself enjoying the exposure, arching my back to flaunt my curves in front of the camera as I stood butt to butt with my suitor.\n\nWhen the beast finally pulled away, I eagerly looked for the next hound to service me next. But as excess cum spilled from my pussy the stallions once again approached me, leashing me once more while holding off the eager pack. They released my arms and legs from their restraints causing me to fall forward onto the floor, upon which one of the guards roughly pulled me up by the mane.\n\n“You certainly did enjoy getting fucked like that, didn’t you bitch?” he sneered, as he lifted my tail. “And by the look of your winking slave cunt, you’re in hungry for some more dog cock.”\n\n“…Y-yes master…p-please let me be fucked…like the bitch I am,” I mumbled, only partially hiding my arousal.\n\n“Then beg for it, whore,” the stallion commanded. “Suceur, Sluttershy. Show Sun Slut how to seduce one of your own kind.”\n\nBoth girls squealed with excitement. They immediately crawled over to the nearest male, whining and yelping as they licked their muzzles. The hounds responded in kind, and the couples engaged in a mating ritual involving playful sniffs, barks and bites while rubbing their bodies against each other. Soon however, the mares turned their rumps towards their suitors, setting their legs apart, lifting their tails and arching their lower backs to expose their dripping-wet sexes. Flagging they called it - the position bitches assume signal their availability to potential mates. Both dogs immediately caught the hint, wildly sniffing their crotches to satisfy their instinctual drive. A lustful squirt from both mares released a torrent of pheromones, communicating a simple message - they were in heat, ready to be fucked.\n\nThe beasts mounted the girls in an instant, slamming their erect rods deeply up the mares’ hungry pussies. There was no room for gentle lovemaking - these were animals rutting, males wildly humping females with the sole purpose of inseminating their wombs. Despite this fact, mutual satisfaction abounded. The red collars were sweaty and moaned without restraint, clearly heavily aroused. The copious amounts of clear fluids splattering the ground between their legs left little doubt that they were enjoying themselves. Beholding this amoral spectacle excited me. I felt my juices trickling down my thighs, and my tail almost instinctively lifting as I leaned forward, breathing raggedly.\n\n“Now it’s your turn, bitch,” the royal guard ordered. “Follow your pack members’ example.”\n\nThe huddle of guards stepped aside, leading one of the largest hounds to the fore. Rex was his name. He was huge. Muscular. Virile. His penis, jutting from his loins, was ready for his bitch. But for a moment the rational part of my mind regained control, and I hesitated. Was I really going through with this? Being forcefully mounted was one thing, but inducing a dog to copulate me was a big step to make. No matter how much I craved its cock, I still had to resist my slide into debauchery, rather than simply give in to my base lusts.\n\n“Hurry up you stupid cunt! I know better than to keep a male waiting!” the stallion shouted, snapping me to attention with a firm slap on my rear.\n\nI crawled forward tentatively, but didn’t have to do much to draw the beast’s attention. He was intimidating but clearly curious and interested, obviously having experience in rutting mares. My instinctive reaction was to cower as he rushed over to greet me, unsure of how to act. But my fear and vacillation were met with an immediate tug on my leash.\n\n“Respond to his advances in kind, slave. Smell him, you’ve seen how to,” my handler’s stern command sounded.\n\nI met the dog’s inquisitive nuzzling with a couple of awkward sniffs and a lick of my tongue. Rex responded with a bark, licking my face and jumping excitedly. For a moment I considered resisting - but my eyes were met by the stern gaze of the guards, observing me closely and ready to intervene should I dare to break the protocol. There was no getting out of this. Taking the initiative I awkwardly rubbed my body against the hound’s side, crawling forward to get him to focus on my rump. He promptly got the hint, directing his attention to my rear while sniffing wildly for the telltale signs of heat.\n\nIt felt…filthy, raising my tail for him. Despite my reservations, I could not deny that part of me wanted this. I must admit that it felt good to bring my unrestrained sexuality to the fore, regardless of the fact that it meant recognizing that I am gradually turning into an utterly depraved slut. With a shiver of excitement I revealed my dripping wet sex to my suitor, now heavily aroused and sweating. With a few snuffles the beast confirmed my receptiveness - and mounted me.\n\nI gasped as I felt the beast’s furry chest brush against my skin; moments later the full weight of his body pressed down on my back. Wasting no time, he immediately plunged his erect rod into my pussy, stretching me wide. His entry rubbed me just right along the front wall of my cunt, overloading my senses with pleasure. Throwing dignity to the wind I let out a whorish squeal, responding to the fulfillment of my perverted desire with overt sluttiness. Unlike his pack mate, the bottom ridge of Rex’s cock featured a series of bumps; whether this was characteristic of his species or another one of the Caribou’s physical modifications I do not know. Although large by canine standards, Rex did not rival a stallion or bull in size by any stretch of the imagination, but the debauchery of being mated like an animal did more than enough to satiate my forbidden lust. I was his mare now. \n\nI was his [i]bitch.[/i]\n\nTo my delight, the hound lasted much longer than I expected. The vigorous, rhythmic slapping of his hips against my rump, the feeling of his cock rubbing against my clitoris, and the way he bit and pulled on my mane to hold me down as he fucked and dominated me…by the Sun it felt good! But just when I thought I had reached the height of bliss, another dog presented himself before me. Broken free from the pack and eager for a mate, he left little doubt regarding his intentions. The enraptured crowd burst out in roars and jeers as I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue like a debase prostitute hungry to serve more cock. Cameras went off, flashing to capture the moment for all to see - but I paid them no heed, welcoming my suitor’s cock down my throat as he shoved his crotch into my face.\n\nThe beast hilted himself with his first thrust, putting my gag reflex to the test with his length. I dutifully played my part, wrapping my lips around his manhood and using my tongue to stimulate him. My nostrils flared as I took in his musk, inhaling deeply to let his scent tickle my senses. Orally pleasuring a beast is wrong on so many levels, but with my mind addled by pheromones and perverted lust, I acted almost on instinct. The utter depravity of being spit roasted by two beasts was the most gratifying sexual experience I have ever had. It was rough, intense, and satisfied a fantasy I didn’t even knew I had. I relished the feeling and soon started cumming liberally, moaning and squirting while putting the results of my training on full display.\n\nThe dogs were likewise enjoying my body. My tightening walls were ecstasy for Rex, who soon started rutting me harder and deeper. The way the bulb slipped in and out of my slick bitch pussy…I’m getting wet just thinking about it! After a couple of powerful thrusts he finally hilted himself, his erect cock throbbing as he filled up my womb with his seed. The hound lodged inside my mouth came soon after, pouring canine semen down my throat with each burst. The pleasure was overwhelming. Losing all muscle control, my body spasmed uncontrollably, dropping to the floor. Waves of pure satisfaction coursed through my body, overloading my mind until at the very height of my final, earth-shattering climax, I blacked out.\n\n—————\n\nWhen I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes to complete darkness. It took a moment, but I soon realized I was back in my cage, restrained, hooded and sealed inside my latex suit, helplessly awaiting the next round of training. My escape effort had been in vain, my plan a complete failure. I would continue to be trained and conditioned, to be slowly transformed into the perfect sex slave Dainn envisions me as. Frustration was the first feeling that formed, followed by anger. Frustration at having fallen for the guards’ ploy, despair at having failed to escape and anger at myself, for not being able to resist the pod’s lure when I emerged from the duct. But my open enjoyment of canine rape…caused embarrassment and confusion above all else. I could have resisted, fought my base desires - but instead I found myself unable to resist the temptation of the depravity planted into my mind.\n\nIn a way I should not be surprised at my continued debauchery. Having suffered repeated cycles of training, conditioning and reeducation, I have become intimately familiar of the way the Caribou remold and reconstruct the equine mind to fit their purposes. I did not expect to have gone so far already, however. But is it their training…or something darker, something deep inside me that has always been part of my being? A long suppressed perversion, used, amplified and brought to the surface by the Caribou? Was I…truly born to be trained and become a bitch?\n\nSomehow, I am starting to derive pleasure out of utter domination, perversion and humiliation. No matter how much I try to deny and resist it, it is evident that I am…changing in ways that I could never have imagined. Despite my resistance and efforts to maintain my dignity, I didn’t just like it, but loved being mated like an animal. It is becoming clear to me that I am unable to stop the effects of my training - rather, my resistance is possibly planned for, and is furthering the transformation of my being. The Caribou are cultivating the seeds of submission in my subconsciousness, which to my dismay are starting to sprout and flourish, little by little twisting me into their filthy sex slave. I do not know where it will end, nor what I will eventually become. It was completely unexpected to discover my utter helplessness when it comes to preventing the corruption. And the worst thing is…that I desire more of it…\n\nNo! I must resist! They are messing with my mind, trying to make me crack! Yet…why am I so confused?\n\n[i]-Princess Celestia[/i]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Now that I had escaped from my cell, my hope was to somehow reach the moat, from where a secret pathway behind the city’s waterfall would take me into Equestria’s hinterland. Once outside, the plan would be to link up with what friendly forces there are left and lead the resistance from there. The castle’s main gate was likely to be well-guarded however, and I was under no illusion that my flight would be easy. Fortunately the palace features several hidden passageways leading beyond the castle walls, constructed as a means of escape in case of emergency. Two are hidden in the throne room and royal sleeping quarters, but these in all likelihood would be heavily patrolled; my hopes were therefore invested in a third escape route located in the ballroom, which would be of a lower security concern to the night guard.

It seemed like an eternity ago since I last walked through the palace out of my own volition. The halls were quiet at this time of night, bathed in the faint glow of my sister’s moonlight. As I made my way from the dungeon entrance I reminisced of better times gone by, when my ponies were still free from subjugation and the Caribou’s taint. Part of me wondered if we could ever put this era behind us and restore Equestrian values; regardless, the occupation would likely leave a black mark on our history. I was spurred on by the thought of liberation however, confident that my escape would spell the beginning of the end of Dainn’s regime.

Unfortunately my progress was slower than I would have liked. Having to continue crawling on my hands and knees was insufferable, as every step reminded me of the humiliation I had suffered at the Caribou’s hands; although I had escaped their clutches, I had not yet escaped their influence. In the past a simple teleportation spell would have sufficed, to transport myself to safety in a blink of an eye. I yearned for the use of my magic - but alas. The memory of the loss of my horn haunts me still, and my horn stump is a permanent reminder of my defeat that fateful day. As I continued on my way through the castle halls the advantage of being forced to crawl was becoming clear however - although my movement speed was impaired, using my knees rather than my hooves allowed me to sneak through the palace in silence.

As expected security had remained active through the night, and it wasn’t long before I ran into a patrol. The loud clinking of the guards’ armor and the stomping of their feet announced their approach well before they appeared down the hallway. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned the area for places to hide - I quickly scrambled behind a large vase, trembling with nerves and holding my breath as the hoof steps became louder and louder. The guards were clearly relaxed at this time of night, openly chatting amongst themselves about their recent sexual conquests like stallions do nowadays. To my great relief they walked right past me, as did the next patrol, and the next. I was thankful for their incompetence, concealing myself behind curtains, statues and furniture as I made my way steadily onwards.

Proof of the Caribou’s vandalism could be seen throughout the castle. Statues celebrating female virtues and achievements had been removed or destroyed, replaced by obscene sculptures of mares submitting to their stallion masters. The stained glass ornaments depicting Equestria’s historical victories over our adversaries had been defaced, and were in the progress of being replaced by images glorifying our defeat by Dainn, and our ongoing transformation into his trained slaves. Various uncompleted works seemed to show Cadance’s submission to her new overlords; although my curiosity was piqued, there was little I could learn regarding the specifics. But most offensive of all were two enormous paintings erected in the main hall, depicting me and my sister in red collars and wing sheaths, and wearing revealing, sexualized Saddle Arabian outfits.

My sister was depicted with a ridiculously curvy body, bearing a pair of absurdly large breasts and a large chain connecting a set of silver nipple piercings. I was painted as voluptuous mare carrying a rack even greater than Luna’s, in a suggestive pose that accentuated my preposterously wide rump and exaggerated female figure. A golden set of rings adorned my nipples, connected to a clitoral piercing by gilded chains. Our expressions were ones of complete willingness and infatuation with our lot. I shuddered when I realized the painting conformed to Dainn’s vision to have us physically modified and fully trained into model sluts - I continued on my way, spurred on by the knowledge that failure would undoubtedly mean being transformed into…that. Clearly then our captors are deluded if they think Equestria’s princesses will submit and be molded into visions of perfect sex slavery. The possibility of defacing these canvases crossed my mind, but time was of the essence; destroying the imagery would only alert the guards to my presence.

My suspicions regarding the castle’s entrance were quickly confirmed by a quick glance down the main hallway - various cohorts of the elite guard patrolled the gate even at night. I pressed on towards the palace’s western wing, keeping out of sight by sneaking through the shadows. Our oppressors seem fond of depicting the chained Sun and Moon, displaying the imagery liberally on the many banners hanging from the castle walls. Curiously, I noted several tapestries that seemed to depict Caribou life before their journey south; from what little I could glance they were a militaristic society, and treated their cows little better than they treat us mares. But most important to me at this point was the cover these ornaments provided, since the patrols in this part of the palace were heavy - I was approaching the sleeping quarters, where the usurper king was undoubtedly resting. I spied my bedroom from an overpass, which was heavily guarded by traitorous stallions. The beautiful decorations that once adorned the doorway had been removed, replaced by runic inscriptions on the frame along with a Caribou sigil engraved on the door. The thought of Dainn claiming my personal sanctum for his own enraged me, but vengeance would have to wait. Instead, my attention was quickly drawn to a soft mewling emanating from behind a nearby portcullis.

“Mnh…nnh…”

Against my better judgement I peeked through, and was greeted by the sight of mares chained, shackled and restrained in rows of stocks facing both walls. Their legs were spread by spreader bars, and their tails raised by chains connected to pulleys on the roof, leaving their nude flanks exposed to anypony entering the hallway. All of them wore black collars, evidence of their continued resistance; as is customary for enslaved mares, the pegasi had their wings plucked and sealed in hateful sheaths identical to my own. The unicorns had been dehorned after capture, forever stripping them of their magic. Every single one their bodies bore the unmistakable marks of repeated sexual violation. Whip marks covered their breasts, rumps and legs, and many of them had been branded, tattooed and pierced in the manner of slaves. All of them had their holes filled with toys; in the absence of those, batons and bottles were apparently considered suitable substitutes by their barbaric captors. The heavy bondage gear worn by each mare made it difficult to identify them individually, and each pony wore a thick blindfold and ball gag - but from their cutie marks I could infer they had once been female royal guards and Wonderbolts.

Seeing my ponies like this was deeply disturbing. My own abuse I could suffer, but the view of other mares subjected to horrible abuse was unbearable. Their matted, dirty coats and manes showed little thought for their wellbeing; the most these poor souls could probably hope for was a cold bucket of water dumped over them once their masters deemed them too filthy for their own enjoyment. Although I would not consider my regular humiliation at the hands of the dog groomer to be a satisfactory substitute, it did made me realize that in a sick, twisted way, I had been receiving privileged treatment and care. These mares did not have such “fortune” however, and it tore my heart not being able to do much for them, miserable as they were. I could only whisper comforting words, promising that help would soon be on the way. Only those closest to the gate could hear me, and clearly recognized the voice of their princess - their muffled pleas made it all the more heart wrenching to tear myself away from the iron bars and continue on my quest.

My in-depth knowledge of Canterlot Castle’s layout as well as the inner workings of the security operations had served me well at this point. I knew which passages would likely be patrolled at this time of night, and where alternative paths might be taken to minimize the risk of capture. But to reach the ballroom I would be forced to pass by my sister’s sleeping quarters. I suspected one of the new regime’s leadership would most likely have claimed this section for their own, and that this would most likely be the most perilous part of my route. Trepidation gripped me as I approached Luna’s bedroom. I took extra care with each step, keeping my ears piqued for any danger that might be heading my way and nervously scanning my surroundings for places to hide. Hugging the wall, I carefully snuck a peek around the corner, hoping to find some way to distract or sneak by the guards - only to be greeted an empty hallway.

The air was thick with the smell of sex, and the lustful moans of mares and stallions. In the bedroom Shining Armor was having a late night romp, and had invited his personal guard to join in on the fun. The stallions had left the door slightly ajar, and from the hall I witnessed a full-blown orgy. Cadance, ever the slut, had been bent over a table, and was servicing four stallions at once. Her spread legs were wrapped around Orestes’ hips, who was impaling her with his cock; another guard had lodged himself balls-deep into her mouth as he forcefully swabbed her throat. Yet two more stallions were attending her from the sides, having their members vigorously stroked by the princess of love’s hands. Where Cadance learned such sexual proficiency I do not know, but it is clear to me that the proper, dignified princess I once knew is no more. With her adopted culture now flourishing, she has developed into a succubus, seducing stallions into partaking in her body and converting mares into the Caribou’s willing servants.

Shining Armor was busy satisfying himself with another one of his slaves - he had gotten his hands on a zebra mare, and added her to his growing harem. Like Cadence she was on her back with her legs spread wide, but unlike the traitorous princess she had her limbs tied behind her, painfully arching and contorting her back. Her striped figure was wonderfully voluptuous, but it was difficult to tell if it was natural or if her body had been augmented by the Caribou arts of the flesh. Shining fucked her roughly, squeezing her throat, frequently slapping her face and squeezing her breasts. From my perspective I could not make out the color of her collar, but it was clear that she had been in training for quite some time. The mare took considerable pleasure from being taken as such, having learned to love being utterly dominated. A lustful scream escaped her lips as she came; a jet of milk squirting from her swollen globes as the traitor prince toyed with her nipples. Cadance’s influence over her was evident; the zebra mare had abandoned the eloquent, rhyming speech of her kind for the coarse tongue of a whore.

“Yes master, more! Fuck me more! Please use this slave’s filthy cunt mouth!”

One of the stallions standing over her duly obliged, hilting his erect cock straight down her throat. The meaty rod elicited a muffled, strained moan of lust from the mare, who was quite evidently enjoying being spit roasted. A jet of clear fluids spraying from her loins sent her body shaking and convulsing, all but confirming her state of ecstasy. And yet the wet, rough slapping of hips continued unabated.

The scene sickened me. It was a disheartening reminder that the Caribou’s vile culture has taken root in Equestria and its surroundings, and has managed to corrupt ponies from far and wide to its cause. Purifying the land of their filth will likely take considerable effort and extended periods of time, and it is a distinct possibility that a section of the converted population will remain predisposed to the rule of their former masters. Cadance herself may be beyond saving, her fate being inextricably linked to the Crystal Cock; many other mares may willingly follow her into exile in the end.

Many more female voices emanated from the room, doubtlessly belonging to the multitude of slaves a prominent stallion like Shining Armor could afford to own. There was little incentive for me to linger however - neglecting their duties, every stallion present was busy sating their base instincts, meaning that nopony was paying any heed to the passage they were supposed to be guarding. From the looks of it, Equestria’s new prince had invited his entire personal guard to join in on the fun - which played right into my hands. I took full advantage of their ineptitude, silently but hurriedly making my way past the amorous ponies and creeping ever closer to my objective - and to freedom.

As expected, guarding the ball room was of no priority to the night watch, and the entrance was deserted at this hour. After ensuring that the coast was clear, I placed my hand on the door lever and used my body to lean into the heavy gate. The great wooden door opened silently; to avoid arousing suspicion I made sure to close it behind me. The hall was completely silent, and illuminated only by the faint moonlight. Like the other parts of the castle the original decor was in the process of being changed. The statues that adorned the room had been removed, and replaced with sculptures championing the new female virtues - submissiveness, sexual promiscuity and voluptuous figures made to satisfy male desires. Some of the wall panels featured unfinished carvings, apparently documenting the Caribou’s migration from their homeland and subsequent invasion of Equestria.

One image in particular halted me in my tracks. It was a carving of Dainn, apparently striking a deal with Discord, the spirit of chaos we thought reformed. I couldn’t put my finger on it in the heat of battle, but I now realize that it was his taint that I sensed all over Dainn when we met in battle on that fateful day. Did Discord deceive us, and only pretend to be Fluttershy’s friend? Or was he tempted to return to his old ways somehow? Perhaps I was right in my mistrust of him, and too naive in my belief that the spirit of chaos could be rehabilitated through the magic of friendship. Perhaps all this suffering could have been prevented…had I been more prudent in my duties.

The thought gnawed at my mind, but I knew I could not afford to tarry. I made my way to the far side of the ballroom, where the pedestal of one of the statues still stood. Although the sculpture itself had been thrown down and had been replaced with a yet-unfinished piece of “art”, the granite base blocking the passageway had thankfully not been touched, nor had the Caribou touched the tile that triggered the opening mechanism. I pushed against it, and after some slight resistance it gave way, a click confirming that the construction was still functional. The massive stone slab soon moved, slowly grinding along the floor as hidden pulleys creaked to reveal a long-disused set of stairs - to freedom.

My heart pounded with excitement. Liberty was within reach, and for the first time since my enslavement I felt truly optimistic about our chances! But I wasn’t in the clear yet. This passageway would lead me just outside the castle walls, from where I would still need to make my escape and link up with the resistance. I descended the steps on my hands and knees. The ground was dusty and dirty, the walls full of cobwebs and bugs that made their home in the dark, but I paid them no heed. The passage was drafty however, and although I have become accustomed to crawling around naked, the cold nighttime air was chilling and unpleasant to my bare skin. But I steeled myself, taking it as a sign that freedom was at hand.

Seeing the Moon’s faint glow emanating from the end of the tunnel was exhilarating to say the least. My pace increased along with my excitement.

“Take it easy girl. Stay vigilant, you’re not out of the woods yet,” I thought, reminding myself to stay alert.

To my relief the exit was unguarded. I crawled from the duct and took a deep breath, trying to take in the fresh air of freedom. Instead I was immediately met by a powerful scent, emanating from a strange…pod growing nearby. It was alluring, entrancing - the more I inhaled, the fuzzier my mind felt. Each sniff was followed by another, deep inhalation as the primal part of my brain spurred me on, tickled by this powerful stimulus. Spellbound, I found myself crawling towards…this wonderful, bewitching scent almost by instinct. Arousal set in, and my breath growing more ragged with each step. My nipples stiffened, and I could feel myself getting wet. In a brief moment of lucidity I realized it was a powerful concoction of pheromones. Every fiber in my body screamed to ignore the lure, to pull away and continue my escape. My goal was so close! And yet…I was inextricably drawn to the source of this mesmerizing smell.

Desire was taking over completely, and soon I was barely able to form a coherent thought. And this…thing somehow sensed me. It’s prey. The fleshy leaves opened from the top as a response, revealing thick, slimy tentacles emerging from the aperture. For a moment they flailed about wildly as if they were trying to pinpoint my location - before bursting forth, wrapping themselves around my body and limbs within seconds. Fear and panic momentarily snapped me out of my trance, but the trap had already been sprung. The large, muscular appendages firmly restrained my arms and legs, inexorably pulling me towards the pod. Its petals now opened, revealing a horrifying mass of tentacles slithering and flinging wildly into the air.

From its base two enormous tendrils squirmed upwards. The first member, a large, yellow muscular arm with a bulbous head quickly seemed to sense my location. It pointed itself towards me, its petals opening like a flower to reveal a large phallus inside. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled in a futile attempt to escape the plant’s grasp, panicking as I realized my escape hung in the balance. The tentacles responded in kind however, gripping themselves ever tighter around my body and rapidly reeling me in. I shrieked as fear overtook me - and that was the only cue my assailant needed. The yellow tendril lurched towards me, slamming itself down my throat before I could react. Its petals wrapped tightly around my muzzle; two more tentacles lodged themselves into my nostrils. I was immediately overwhelmed by a powerful concoction of pheromones. I smelt sex, cock, attraction all melded into one. I found myself instinctively inhaling, unable to stop taking in the scent that overpowered my senses. At the same time I was force-fed a sweet nectar, which was being pumped right down my throat by the phallus imbedded inside me. The liquid had equally powerful mind-altering effects. Any fear I felt soon washed away, and my mind dulled. The urgency, my desire to escape…all faded into nothingness as I was made to relax. Soon I found myself slack-jawed and barely cognizant, suckling the meaty rod like a pacifier.

Sensing its prey had been subdued, I was now drawn into the heart of the open pod itself, where I noticed the second phallus emerging from the heart of the monstrous plant. It was orange in color and covered in various ridges and bumps leaving little doubt regarding its purpose. Completely intoxicated by the aromas and ambrosia pouring into my nostrils and mouth, I felt my faculties dulling one by one. Fear no longer gripped me; my rational mind was being suppressed in favor of powerful feelings of lust and desire. Soon only one function remained - the need to breed. When the tentacles spread my legs in preparation of my mating I offered no resistance - my pussy was sopping wet, winking and desperately hungry for cock. Mating was now the only thing on my pheromone addled mind, any other mental functions were completely inhibited.

I squealed when I was lowered onto the pod’s central phallus, which despite its size it slid smoothly up my soaked pussy. Every bump and ridge felt like pure ecstasy as it rubbed along my engorged clit. With any restraint suppressed, I fucked it with reckless abandon, thrusting my hips up and down that magnificent rod in a purely instinctive reaction to the stimulation of pure pleasure. Straddling the enormous cock with my pussy stretched to the limit, I felt my legs being firmly anchored to the pod’s base at the calves. My upper body was pushed against the base of the enormous tendril lodged deeply down my muzzle; my arms were locked in place behind it, while more tentacles groped at my breasts, lathering them in aphrodisiac and sensually teasing my nipples. The only freedom left to me was the movement in my hips, which I dutifully started gyrating up and down the enormous member. With my drive to escape completely suppressed, my only purpose was now to fuck, to supply my master with my juices it required until was sated. This was by far the biggest cock I had ever taken, yet felt heavenly rather than painful, its texture providing me with intense sexual pleasure that shook me to the core. My chest was treated to an equally wonderful fondling - and it wasn’t long before I reached climax, moaning and squirting freely as trembled with satisfaction.

The pod reacted to my orgasm with an immediate influx of fluids. My reward for cumming was an energizing nectar injected directly down my throat and into my crotch. It clearly had potent psychosomatic effects, keeping me firmly entranced/entrained onto my task. My sexual desire instantly returned, all the while driven to greater heights. All I knew is that I wanted more - fucking was all that mattered, and the continued movement of my hips my sole purpose. Sensing its grip over me had been solidified, the leaves of the tentacles inserted into my mouth and nose wrapped around my head as the pod closed around me.

Inside its fleshy embrace the maddeningly pleasurable sex continued for what seemed like an eternity. Every once in a while the pod released its essence right up my pussy. A mare’s reaction to this thick, viscous liquid can only be described as pure ecstasy. It immediately triggers intense convulsions, rapid, continuous climaxes during which the body and mind are completely overloaded with pleasure. I was little more than a cock sleeve, a cunt forced to cum and squirt endlessly to sate the creature’s needs. Each time I felt myself losing consciousness or blacking out, another shot of pheromones mixed with a substance not dissimilar to spirit of hartshorn was injected into my nostrils, rousing me back to consciousness and forcing me to continue riding the enormous organ lodged inside my sex. Locked into a vicious cycle of fucking, cumming and squirting, escape was impossible, even if I were to regain possession of the necessary faculties. But eventually the pod’s nutritional requirements were sated, and it evidently released me as it entered into a state of lowered activity. I have no recollection of the end of my ordeal - I had completely lost any awareness well beforehand.

When I opened my eyes my mind was still clouded by the pheromone-induced haze. Night had turned into day, and I found myself lying motionless on the grass besides the pod. As my faculties returned, I slowly became aware of the multitude of stallions standing over me. They were Royal Guards. Still dazed, I barely recognized them as such. Their voices were unintelligible, their faces and movements blurs. In this helpless state I was carried back to the castle’s courtyard, and tied to a frame with my arms stretched above my head and my legs set apart by a spreader bar. They left me there to recover in this vulnerable position, checking on my mental state occasionally. As time passed, my mind gradually returned to me , along with a horrible realization - my plan had failed. I had been captured.

The punishment meted out for attempted escape was brutal as expected. A host of stallions surrounded me, and I was completely restrained with my naked body on full display. I could do nothing but brace myself for the onslaught. One by one the guards goaded me, mocking my failure and lashing me all over with crops, whips, cattle prods and paddles.

“Stupid cunt!” they shouted, hurling abuse as they whipped me with their riding crops. “Did you really think we would let you escape?!”

“You are nothing but a bunch of traitors to the crown!” I hissed back at them, concealing the pain. “How could you do this to your fellow ponies, to your princess?”

I received no answer but the painful slap of the paddle making contact with my exposed rear. The stallions erupted in a cacophony of laughter as an agonizing scream left my mouth. I was given no respite however - within moments another guard stepped forward, and ruthlessly flogged me across my breasts. It was brutal torture. Time and time again they derided me, calling me a relic of a bygone age, and claiming that the Caribou had somehow freed the stallions from our deception and oppression. No part of my body was spared their merciless, continued punishment. But no matter how harshly I was being chastized, the mental anguish of facing further captivity, slave training, and the inevitable repercussions of my transgression were infinitely worse than any physical pain and humiliation the brutes could subject me to. Hrathr would undoubtedly severely discipline me for defying the basic rules that apply to slaves, and would most likely ramp up the security around my cell to prevent any future opportunities for escape. The worst feeling was reserved for my ponies however, who would face yet more time and suffering under the Caribou yoke.

Red whip- and flog marks covered my breasts, body and legs, and I suspected my back and rear weren’t faring much better. I desperately fought back the pain and tears, not wanting to give these brutes the satisfaction of seeing me break down. Resisting fiercely, I responded to their insults and accusations in kind, calling them craven fools for embracing the culture of barbarians and rapists. But every retort was summarily ignored, and only resulted in continued beatings. Despite my resolve, the pain of unrelenting lashes, strikes and prodding gradually wore me down. While I initially took my punishment with the dignity expected of nobility, I soon felt my spirit cowed by the prospect of yet another whipping. Sensing weakness the guards stepped up their efforts - but not until I saw a stallion approaching me with a cattle prod aimed at my crotch did I give in.

“No please! N-no more, please!” I screamed, finally begging for respite.

I braced myself for the inevitable searing electric shock that was about to course through my nethers. Instead, I felt only the cold prongs of the torture device press themselves against my labia.

“Tell me cunt. Have you learned your lesson?” the stallion asked, looking me straight in the eye.

“Y-yes master,” I replied, noticing he held his thumb poised on the activation switch. “P-please…forgive my insolence.”

“And?!” the guard threatened, jamming the prod harshly into my skin.

“A-and please pardon this slave’s impudence…I should not have attempted to escape,” I answered in fear. “Please have mercy on this foolish, fresh cunt. I am…a stupid female who needs to be put in her p-place…as the king’s property, it is my purpose to be trained until…I am deemed worthy of being his sex pet.”

Satisfied by my response and submission, the stallion retracted his prod. Not being shocked was a relief, but now punishment turned to discipline as I was coerced into admitting my “wrongs” and reinforcing my new identity as a slave. I gritted my teeth, attempting to throw up whatever resistance I could muster; only when I could no longer bear the bite of the whip did I comply.

“What did you learn, slave?!” the stallions demanded over and over.

“As a…s-sex slave must stay at her masters’ side, obediently and…submissively follow their commands. My masters control my actions and thoughts, trying to escape is a grave offense,” I muttered, trying to conceal my suffering.

“Again, cunt. Recite your lesson,” the guards demanded.

With each punishment my skin became more bruised, sensitive and painful. My body was covered with red lash marks, but despite my admissions, the whip kept lashing, the rod kept shocking, and the crop kept stinging at my body. I gasped for breath, begging the guards for mercy - but only when I screamed what these traitors wanted to hear did I receive a brief respite, before they resumed my torture to reinforce their teachings. Soon however, the lesson was interrupted by a familiar male voice.

“You’re a terrible actress, Sun Slut.”

It was Iron Lance, bearing a wide grin on his face as he walked in on the proceedings. The stallions cheered at his arrival, congratulating him and patting him on the back. I instantly understood that it had all been a ploy. His apparent gullibility. The patrols’ lowered state of alertness that night, the lack of guards stationed at crucial sections of the castle grounds. I had been herded like hapless prey, unknowingly doing exactly what my captors had expected me to do.

“You’re such a pathetic mare, Sun Slut. Feckless as a leader, hopeless and worthless as a slave. At times I do wonder how we survived under your command,” Iron Lance sneered, gloating in my failure. “But I did enjoy fucking your filthy cunt and whorish mouth, bitch!”

His deception enraged me. I spat in his face, glaring at my treasonous former confidante with disdain.

“You are the pathetic one here, Iron Lance,” I snapped back at him. “You’re just being used by your masters, a pitiful fool who had to resort to rape to get a mare way beyond his station. There is no pony as pitiful as a stallion like you.”

My retort only managed to enrage him; the insulted stallion immediately lashed out at me with the back of his hand. It hurt, but determined not to grant him the satisfaction of seeing me grimace I gritted my teeth, preparing myself to snap back at him. I wasn’t given the chance however - within moments a cattle prod jammed into my ribs, sending a painful shock coursing through my body. I screamed as the brute enacted his retribution on me, repeatedly electrocuting me all over my body in a savage attempt to force me to submit, or at least salvage some of his pride.

“Stupid cunt! Did you really think I didn’t realize you were just sucking up to me? The only reason you managed to make it out is because we let you!” the incensed stallion shouted, pulling none of his punches.

But more painful than the brutal torture was the realization that I had no real chance of escaping from the outset. They had just been toying with me. It was soul-shattering.

“That is quite enough, private. Do keep in mind that you are handling the king’s property.”

It was Hrathr, who finally arrived to interrupt the guards’ excesses. A pack of hounds walked at his side, followed by Fleur-de-Lis and Fluttershy crawling obediently behind them.

“Y-yes Lord Hrathr, o-of course,” Iron Lance replied, stepping back and standing at attention. “Please pardon the transgression, sir.”

“I take it she never got outside the castle grounds?” Hrathr said while inspecting my body as I hung from the frame, slumped and panting with pain and exhaustion. I was loath to have this barbaric beast master touch me again, but in a way I was also glad he intervened and ended my torture.

“No my lord,” one of the guards spoke. “We recaptured her near the pods planted just outside the walls. We were in full control throughout.”

“Excellent,” Hrathr said as he raised my head up by the chin, giving me a stern, piercing glare. “I was going to take it easy on you, cunt. As the king’s pet you enjoyed a privileged position, shielded from the worst physical punishments and harshest training methods. But evidently I will have to be much stricter.”

“Attempted escape is one of the gravest of offenses a slave can commit,” the Caribou bull continued. “A proper sex slave must be unquestioningly loyal and obedient to her master, and her place is to be at his side at all times. Only upon being given an order may a slave act, and then only in compliance with her master’s command.”

I shuddered at the notion of a stricter training regime. What I had undergone up until now had been savage beyond my imagination - clearly I had not fully grasped the cruelty the Caribou enact on their captives. In addition, my body was sore all over after having suffered continued whipping and flogging. But I wanted to show this monster that despite all his efforts, my spirit remained uncowed, and that his training had little effect. I shot him a deathly glare in reply.

“If you think you can turn me into a willing sex slave you are gravely mistaken, Hrathr,” I spoke, fully intending to defy and humiliate him in front of his men. “My ponies will take back Equestria, and once we do I will see you and your vile ilk brought to justice!”

“Hmph, such a ridiculous, mistaken belief,” Hrathr said, gazing down on me with thunderous eyes. “But then again, I suppose I can’t expect much else from a worthless mare. I will find a way to get through that thick head of yours.”

To my surprise he turned away, handing the leashes of his beasts to one of the guards. For a moment I thought I had somehow escaped further punishment, and that he would order the men to take me down and return me to my cage. On his way back into the castle he gave his slaves a pat on their heads, and to my dismay commanded:

“Have Sun Slut mated like the bitch she is. Make sure she is under no illusions that she still is a princess, nor pony.”

Panic gripped me as the meaning of Hrathr’s words sank in. He was going to have his hounds violate me.

Throwing dignity to the wind, I screamed for mercy when they lowered my arm restraints, forcing me forward onto my knees. With the spreader bar preventing me from closing my legs, my arms twisted painfully behind me as my upper body was forced to bend at the waist, leaving me in a perfect position to be mounted. I begged to undergo any other punishment than being desecrated in such a way, promising obedience and compliance, anything to get them to stop. My pleas fell on deaf ears however; one of the guards grabbed my tail, pulling it out of the way to leave my sex vulnerable and exposed.

When the stallions broke their huddle I was greeted by the sight of Fluttershy and Fleur-de-Lis whipping the hounds into a frenzy. Barking and yelping, they continuously rubbed their bodies against the dogs to catch their attention before turning their rears to them, lifting their tails and squirting to spread their pheromones. The beasts responded in kind, excitedly mounting the mares only to be pulled back by their handlers, leaving them horny and frustrated. With the pack now fully aroused, Fleur started drawing the hounds towards me, with Fluttershy crawling close behind.

“G-girls, please, p-please no, don’t do this!” I implored, as the white mare approached me on her hands and knees. But instead she looked at me with a sneer, all the while keeping her tail raised to ensure the air was thick with her scent.

“Oh princess,” Fleur whispered sarcastically into my ear. “Why would we withhold such a wonderful, eyeopening sexual experience from you? You’ll love this, I know a bitch like you will.”

The pack was now whining, yelping and pulling on their leashes, their red cocks jutting from underneath their fur, erect and ready for insertion. With both girls now at my side, the guards released the leashes. Within moments the dogs were upon us, racing to be first to mount one of their bitches. Fluttershy was the first to be taken, letting out a whorish squeal the instant her sire penetrated her; Fleur’s stud followed soon after, feverishly thrusting itself up the moaning slave’s cunt. To my horror I soon felt the weight of one of the hounds land on my back.

“N-no, don’t! S-stop!” I screamed, but to no avail. I felt the dog’s furry legs brush along my skin as it gripped me at the hips, before powerfully thrusting its cock into my pussy.

I fought back the tears as it started humping me, wildly and roughly. It was utter humiliation, not to mention completely immoral. No princess should ever engage in such a forbidden act. And yet, the horror of being forced to copulate with an animal…soon turned into horniness. Its cock seemed to rub me in all the right places, and every time its knot stretched my pussy…I am ashamed to write that I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. To the stallion’s great delight, I was soon showing clear signs of arousal. I cannot explain why, but it was…exhilarating. It was being used, degraded into a lowly beast’s sex toy, a cock sleeve for the purpose of sating this creature’s most base instincts - and it felt incredible. I desperately tried to rationalize it - it must have been lingering effects of the pod’s aphrodisiac, my imprinting, or my training. But deep down, I knew I was making excuses. Raw pleasure kept flowing, more intense with each thrust of the hound’s rock-hard cock. A loud, slutty moan escaped my lips. Deep down, I wanted this. To be used. To be degraded. To be treated like nothing but an animal. I was being mated like a bitch, and loved every second of it.

I didn’t even pretend to try staving off my orgasm. My body was soon reduced to a trembling mess, only held up by my restraints. My quivering walls tightened around my mate’s shaft; it was enough to send him over the edge. With a strong thrust of his hips he hilted himself, slipping the entirety of his knot into my drenched cunt. I squealed as a spike of electric pleasure wracked my body, much to the guards enjoyment. They jeered me while I continued cumming, hurling insulting epithets such as “bitch princess” and “canine whore” at me. The humiliation only added to my pleasure; my lips were now clenched around my suitor’s cock, its fully engorged base firmly locking it in place. Feeling it throb and ejaculate inside me was heavenly. I found myself moaning wantonly, greedily lapping up the forbidden pleasure. I was an animal. A bitch.

The beast soon dismounted my quivering body, turning around as it continued to fill up my womb with its seed. I was sweaty, panting, and had been utterly degraded in front of my former guards. I had been forced to copulate with a dog, its cock still knotted inside my cunt - and yet, somehow, I was…hungry for more. As I rode out my orgasm, both girls keenly observed me with knowing smiles. Like me, they were stuck to their respective partners, heavily aroused, sweaty and in the process of being filled up with cum. Hrathr had evidently made them go through the same process of sexual discovery, and they had clearly loved it as much as I did, whether through training or out of their own filthy perversions.

My bliss was disturbed by the snapping of cameras, accompanied by the rapid flashing of bulbs. The guards were taking pictures of their downtrodden princess, undoubtedly with the aim of publishing them in tomorrow’s papers. Equestria and the world would know of my canine escapade. The photos themselves would be used to show the populace that I was a princess no longer, but rather slave firmly under the Caribou’s hooves, being molded into an obedient bitch. I would be publicly humiliated in front of my own ponies…and yet the prospect…excited me. The taboo, the impermissible nature…it turned me on so much. I found myself breathing hoarsely, clearly aroused by my predicament. Every part of my rational mind told me this was wrong - yet I could not hide my feelings. I found myself enjoying the exposure, arching my back to flaunt my curves in front of the camera as I stood butt to butt with my suitor.

When the beast finally pulled away, I eagerly looked for the next hound to service me next. But as excess cum spilled from my pussy the stallions once again approached me, leashing me once more while holding off the eager pack. They released my arms and legs from their restraints causing me to fall forward onto the floor, upon which one of the guards roughly pulled me up by the mane.

“You certainly did enjoy getting fucked like that, didn’t you bitch?” he sneered, as he lifted my tail. “And by the look of your winking slave cunt, you’re in hungry for some more dog cock.”

“…Y-yes master…p-please let me be fucked…like the bitch I am,” I mumbled, only partially hiding my arousal.

“Then beg for it, whore,” the stallion commanded. “Suceur, Sluttershy. Show Sun Slut how to seduce one of your own kind.”

Both girls squealed with excitement. They immediately crawled over to the nearest male, whining and yelping as they licked their muzzles. The hounds responded in kind, and the couples engaged in a mating ritual involving playful sniffs, barks and bites while rubbing their bodies against each other. Soon however, the mares turned their rumps towards their suitors, setting their legs apart, lifting their tails and arching their lower backs to expose their dripping-wet sexes. Flagging they called it - the position bitches assume signal their availability to potential mates. Both dogs immediately caught the hint, wildly sniffing their crotches to satisfy their instinctual drive. A lustful squirt from both mares released a torrent of pheromones, communicating a simple message - they were in heat, ready to be fucked.

The beasts mounted the girls in an instant, slamming their erect rods deeply up the mares’ hungry pussies. There was no room for gentle lovemaking - these were animals rutting, males wildly humping females with the sole purpose of inseminating their wombs. Despite this fact, mutual satisfaction abounded. The red collars were sweaty and moaned without restraint, clearly heavily aroused. The copious amounts of clear fluids splattering the ground between their legs left little doubt that they were enjoying themselves. Beholding this amoral spectacle excited me. I felt my juices trickling down my thighs, and my tail almost instinctively lifting as I leaned forward, breathing raggedly.

“Now it’s your turn, bitch,” the royal guard ordered. “Follow your pack members’ example.”

The huddle of guards stepped aside, leading one of the largest hounds to the fore. Rex was his name. He was huge. Muscular. Virile. His penis, jutting from his loins, was ready for his bitch. But for a moment the rational part of my mind regained control, and I hesitated. Was I really going through with this? Being forcefully mounted was one thing, but inducing a dog to copulate me was a big step to make. No matter how much I craved its cock, I still had to resist my slide into debauchery, rather than simply give in to my base lusts.

“Hurry up you stupid cunt! I know better than to keep a male waiting!” the stallion shouted, snapping me to attention with a firm slap on my rear.

I crawled forward tentatively, but didn’t have to do much to draw the beast’s attention. He was intimidating but clearly curious and interested, obviously having experience in rutting mares. My instinctive reaction was to cower as he rushed over to greet me, unsure of how to act. But my fear and vacillation were met with an immediate tug on my leash.

“Respond to his advances in kind, slave. Smell him, you’ve seen how to,” my handler’s stern command sounded.

I met the dog’s inquisitive nuzzling with a couple of awkward sniffs and a lick of my tongue. Rex responded with a bark, licking my face and jumping excitedly. For a moment I considered resisting - but my eyes were met by the stern gaze of the guards, observing me closely and ready to intervene should I dare to break the protocol. There was no getting out of this. Taking the initiative I awkwardly rubbed my body against the hound’s side, crawling forward to get him to focus on my rump. He promptly got the hint, directing his attention to my rear while sniffing wildly for the telltale signs of heat.

It felt…filthy, raising my tail for him. Despite my reservations, I could not deny that part of me wanted this. I must admit that it felt good to bring my unrestrained sexuality to the fore, regardless of the fact that it meant recognizing that I am gradually turning into an utterly depraved slut. With a shiver of excitement I revealed my dripping wet sex to my suitor, now heavily aroused and sweating. With a few snuffles the beast confirmed my receptiveness - and mounted me.

I gasped as I felt the beast’s furry chest brush against my skin; moments later the full weight of his body pressed down on my back. Wasting no time, he immediately plunged his erect rod into my pussy, stretching me wide. His entry rubbed me just right along the front wall of my cunt, overloading my senses with pleasure. Throwing dignity to the wind I let out a whorish squeal, responding to the fulfillment of my perverted desire with overt sluttiness. Unlike his pack mate, the bottom ridge of Rex’s cock featured a series of bumps; whether this was characteristic of his species or another one of the Caribou’s physical modifications I do not know. Although large by canine standards, Rex did not rival a stallion or bull in size by any stretch of the imagination, but the debauchery of being mated like an animal did more than enough to satiate my forbidden lust. I was his mare now.

I was his bitch.

To my delight, the hound lasted much longer than I expected. The vigorous, rhythmic slapping of his hips against my rump, the feeling of his cock rubbing against my clitoris, and the way he bit and pulled on my mane to hold me down as he fucked and dominated me…by the Sun it felt good! But just when I thought I had reached the height of bliss, another dog presented himself before me. Broken free from the pack and eager for a mate, he left little doubt regarding his intentions. The enraptured crowd burst out in roars and jeers as I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue like a debase prostitute hungry to serve more cock. Cameras went off, flashing to capture the moment for all to see - but I paid them no heed, welcoming my suitor’s cock down my throat as he shoved his crotch into my face.

The beast hilted himself with his first thrust, putting my gag reflex to the test with his length. I dutifully played my part, wrapping my lips around his manhood and using my tongue to stimulate him. My nostrils flared as I took in his musk, inhaling deeply to let his scent tickle my senses. Orally pleasuring a beast is wrong on so many levels, but with my mind addled by pheromones and perverted lust, I acted almost on instinct. The utter depravity of being spit roasted by two beasts was the most gratifying sexual experience I have ever had. It was rough, intense, and satisfied a fantasy I didn’t even knew I had. I relished the feeling and soon started cumming liberally, moaning and squirting while putting the results of my training on full display.

The dogs were likewise enjoying my body. My tightening walls were ecstasy for Rex, who soon started rutting me harder and deeper. The way the bulb slipped in and out of my slick bitch pussy…I’m getting wet just thinking about it! After a couple of powerful thrusts he finally hilted himself, his erect cock throbbing as he filled up my womb with his seed. The hound lodged inside my mouth came soon after, pouring canine semen down my throat with each burst. The pleasure was overwhelming. Losing all muscle control, my body spasmed uncontrollably, dropping to the floor. Waves of pure satisfaction coursed through my body, overloading my mind until at the very height of my final, earth-shattering climax, I blacked out.

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When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes to complete darkness. It took a moment, but I soon realized I was back in my cage, restrained, hooded and sealed inside my latex suit, helplessly awaiting the next round of training. My escape effort had been in vain, my plan a complete failure. I would continue to be trained and conditioned, to be slowly transformed into the perfect sex slave Dainn envisions me as. Frustration was the first feeling that formed, followed by anger. Frustration at having fallen for the guards’ ploy, despair at having failed to escape and anger at myself, for not being able to resist the pod’s lure when I emerged from the duct. But my open enjoyment of canine rape…caused embarrassment and confusion above all else. I could have resisted, fought my base desires - but instead I found myself unable to resist the temptation of the depravity planted into my mind.

In a way I should not be surprised at my continued debauchery. Having suffered repeated cycles of training, conditioning and reeducation, I have become intimately familiar of the way the Caribou remold and reconstruct the equine mind to fit their purposes. I did not expect to have gone so far already, however. But is it their training…or something darker, something deep inside me that has always been part of my being? A long suppressed perversion, used, amplified and brought to the surface by the Caribou? Was I…truly born to be trained and become a bitch?

Somehow, I am starting to derive pleasure out of utter domination, perversion and humiliation. No matter how much I try to deny and resist it, it is evident that I am…changing in ways that I could never have imagined. Despite my resistance and efforts to maintain my dignity, I didn’t just like it, but loved being mated like an animal. It is becoming clear to me that I am unable to stop the effects of my training - rather, my resistance is possibly planned for, and is furthering the transformation of my being. The Caribou are cultivating the seeds of submission in my subconsciousness, which to my dismay are starting to sprout and flourish, little by little twisting me into their filthy sex slave. I do not know where it will end, nor what I will eventually become. It was completely unexpected to discover my utter helplessness when it comes to preventing the corruption. And the worst thing is…that I desire more of it…

No! I must resist! They are messing with my mind, trying to make me crack! Yet…why am I so confused?

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