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There is no happy ending. If these themes offend you please stop reading now.\n\nThis is a work of fantasy, and should therefore remain as such. Always treat others with respect and dignity.[/b]\n\nAfter Celestia's failed escape attempt, Hrathr turns to harsher methods of behavioral modification.\n\nFront cover: https://inkbunny.net/s/2117571\n\nBack cover: https://inkbunny.net/s/2117875", "description_bbcode_parsed": "WARNING: This story is set in the Fall of Equestria universe, and therefore features topics such as slavery, domination, rape, body modification, moral degradation, humiliation, pet play, beastiality and brainwashing. There is no happy ending. If these themes offend you please stop reading now.

This is a work of fantasy, and should therefore remain as such. Always treat others with respect and dignity.

After Celestia's failed escape attempt, Hrathr turns to harsher methods of behavioral modification.

Front cover: https://inkbunny.net/s/2117571

Back cover: https://inkbunny.net/s/2117875", "writing": "My punishment for attempting to escape was harsh, as expected. For the first couple of days after my recapture I was left completely restrained and hooded in my cage, with little more to do than suckle on the dildo lodged deeply down my throat. No light passed my blindfold, nor did any sound penetrate the rubber barrier sealing my ears; in this darkness I was left to stew in my thoughts and emotions. The events of the past days replayed themselves over and over again in my mind. What could I have done differently? Was there any way I could possibly have escaped their snare? Should I have bided my time instead of striking at the first opportunity, as the guards had anticipated? At times my frustration and anger overwhelmed me, and I struggled against my bonds with all my might - but if anything the Caribou are masters of the art of bondage, and my pathetic wriggling only highlighted my helplessness and inability to change my fate.\n\nMy isolation was only broken during feeding time. Three times a day a guard entered my cell, and removed the rubber cock from my mouth. The moment its tip was pulled free from my lips another cock was jammed in before I could voice my displeasure, followed immediately by the flow of warm, thick war beast semen. Having had all agency stripped from me, I was force-fed using the all too familiar penis-shaped fluid dispensers I had so often been forced to drink from. I am ashamed to write that I eventually became more than happy to swallow my load - often making undignified slurps and moans while the container was emptied into my stomach. Enjoyment is too strong a word, but my mental conditioning over the past months has completely overwritten my disgust of the sticky fluid. In a way I was glad to be granted a reprieve from the utter darkness and silence, no matter how depraved the interaction was. Over time i learned to lengthen my feeding sessions by slowly suckling on the dildo, but as soon as I downed the last drop of cum my mouth plug was replaced, and I was once again left in solitude.\n\nWithout being able to see the passing of night and day there was no way of telling for how long I was kept in this state, but it felt like it must have been weeks. The monotony was eventually broken however, when I was roughly pulled from my cage and released from my bonds. When my hood was pulled from my head I was greeted by the unpleasant view of Hrathr’s scarred face - the barbaric slaver had returned to resume my training.\n\n“Time to change that foolish, recalcitrant attitude of yours, bitch,” the beast master spoke, looking me sternly in the eye. “It is clear to me a harsher approach is needed to get through that thick skull of yours.”\n\n“No matter what you try, you’ll never change me Hrathr,” I retorted, shooting the Caribou a deathly glare.\n\nThe brute bemusedly sneered at me in reply.\n\n“You forget that I am your trainer, Sun Slut, and that I have been closely monitoring and guiding your development. I have observed the way you cum, heard your whorish moans, and seen the way your squirt freely whilst being dominated and fucked like a dog. You may pretend to be a regal, dignified princess, but I can see past the facade you put up. Your sexual preferences, behavior and very character are being molded into those of a unadulterated, submissive slut; I can tell you are progressing faster than expected. No refined, stately mare would ever embrace and enjoy being turned into an animal as much as you already do,” Hrathr replied.\n\nThe Caribou’s comments enraged me. Not because of his taunts and insults - but because deep down…I knew his words were true. Months of slave training have irrefutably changed me, and it is undeniable that I am slowly starting to enjoy sex in ways that I would have dismissed at the very notion before my enslavement. As my pent-up frustration boiled over I lashed out at the bull, fully intending to slap him in the face. Instead, Hrathr anticipated my move, catching my hand before it could hit its mark. I screamed out in pain as he twisted my arm behind my back, pushing me face down onto the floor with his hoof.\n\n“You ponies talk about finding your special talent, and how it defines your path in life,” the beast master continued, unfazed. “As ineffective and feckless as you were as a leader, I would say your true talent lies in eternal servitude to your masters as an obedient, submissive whore. We have seen it from the moment King Dainn placed that collar around your neck. Your new cutie mark suits you well in that regard.”\n\n“Augh! Ngh…I am a princess of Equestria! The rightful ruler of this land!” I blurted out in defiance. But my words were as powerless as I was, and only earned me more pain as the Caribou drove his hoof into my back.\n\n“Hmph, after all this time you still don’t seem to understand your place. But no matter,” Hrathr spoke, unimpressed at my resistance. “I have brought something along to help drive the point home.”\n\nI looked up, expecting the presence of a stallion or bull carrying some torture device from Tartarus - but to my surprise the Caribou had brought a mare with him instead. She knelt submissively in the corner of the cell, keeping her hands on her thighs and her head bowed in deference as she waited for the bull’s command. On Hrathr’s cue she lifted her gaze, and I instantly recognized her.\n\nIt was Rarity, the former Element of Generosity, now turned into a sex slave.\n\nHer purple mane and tail were as well-groomed as always, lustrous and meticulously combed and curled. She looked to be in good physical shape, maintaining a beautiful, sleek body, and as is Rarity’s wont, her make-up was impeccable. But like all captured unicorns her forehead now featured a white stump instead of a horn, and golden studs adorned her nipples. A red collar was wrapped tightly around her neck, indicating her willing acceptance of her enslavement.\n\nFluttershy’s willing submission came as no surprise, but it came as a shock to me that another one of the Elements of Harmony would so readily accept Caribou overlordship. Rarity was never the feistiest of mares, but I would have thought that her elegant, ladylike character would predispose her to resist such wanton debauchery. Instead, she appeared before me without any care to cover her shame - in fact, she seemed experienced and familiar with the standards Caribou slaves were held to, conducting herself with the manners and poise expected of well-trained sluts.\n\nIn turn, Rarity looked as shocked as I was - whatever she had been ordered to do, she clearly did not expect to see me here.\n\n“The suit, cunt,” the brute ordered, pinning me down by driving his knee into my back.\n\n“Yes, Lord Hrathr, of course,” Rarity replied, bowing her head in deference upon hearing the beast master speak. “The work was completed as per your command, and Lord Etadys has given his blessing as per your request.”\n\nKeeping her gaze affixed to the floor, she reached into a bag, revealing a neatly-folded red leather garment. Shuffling forward on her knees she raised the outfit up with her hands as if it were an offering.\n\n“Unlike some you at least understand that your place is to obey,” the bull said as he inspected the clothes. “Good work. I’ll see it it that you are suitably rewarded.”\n\n“Thank you ever so much, Lord Hrathr,” she spoke, prostrating herself before the Caribou. “Only the finest quality for the king.”\n\n“Do keep in mind that your continued favor depends on your performance, slave. You are as worthless as any other mare, and should you displease king Dainn you won’t be spared his wrath,” Hrathr spoke. “If it were up to me all you mares would end up like this haughty bitch, crawling like animals on the floor where you belong.”\n\nTurning his attention back to me, the savage unzipped the garment, preparing it to strap me in. It was a full-body latex suit but of a more intricate design than the one I wore at night, this time featuring various leather straps, belts and rings, undoubtedly to restrain its victim. But as the shiny fabric rippled the reflection of light revealed that the garment was covered in runic inscriptions, covering it from head to hoof. The magic emanating from it was highly unsettling. Whether it was instinct or through extensive exposure to rune magic, I could sense that whatever enchantments and spells the Caribou had infused into the fabric were far more powerful than what I had experienced up until now. I somehow knew that they were to be feared; a deep, visceral terror welled up from inside me as the arcane incantations and whispers spoke to my mind.\n\n“N-no, no!” I protested, kicking and screaming at my handler as my heart pounded inside my chest.\n\nBut there was little I could do to stop him, and all my struggles achieved was being manhandled as the bull zipped me into my latex prison. As expected the rubber suit was form-fitting, wrapping tightly around my body. It featured buckles and straps sewn in around the ankles and wrists, which could be connected by chains to rings strategically located at my upper arms and thighs. In this way my arms and legs were kept folded at all times, preventing normal use of my hands and hooves. As if being forced to crawl wasn’t humiliating enough, I was now stripped of what little dignity was left to me and made to move around on my knees and elbows, which thankfully were padded.\n\nI struggled wildly against my bonds, driven by adrenaline - but the chains and straps were far too strong to be broken. I soon found myself out of breath, my vigorous efforts to break free reduced to pathetic wriggling. Seeing that his charge was no longer able to effectively resist, Hrathr released his grip. I was now completely at his mercy, unable to anything but face my impending punishment. As is customary of Caribou clothing my outfit featured an open crotch, leaving my shame exposed - an instinctive attempt to cover myself with my tail was met with a firm tug from my trainer.\n\n“Wrap her tail while I prepare the rest of her outfit,” the beast master ordered, addressing Rarity as he strode off to fetch some tools. “This bitch must learn to love flaunting her body.”\n\n“Of course Lord Hrathr, as you wish,” Rarity answered as she took a strip of leather from her pouch, all the while maintaining her maximally submissive demeanor.\n\nThe white mare gently lifted up my tail at the dock, bunching up my matted tail from the base. I was conscious of how filthy I was - I had not been afforded a bath since my failed escape attempt. But rather uncharacteristically, Rarity didn’t show any disgust at my unkept appearance or smell, whether she had become used to seeing slaves in this state or through fear of Hrathr’s punishment. As she wrapped the leather material tightly around the base of my tail I realized that I lost what little control over my body I retained. The wrap formed a stiff rod, preventing me from using my tail to cover my rear. From now I would be permanently exposed, and stallions and bulls would be freely able to see my sex.\n\n“I’m…so, so sorry, princess…I never thought it would end up this way,” Rarity whispered into my ear upon completing her task, after making sure Hrathr was still occupied. “I-it was all just some…innocent fun. I didn’t know what I was getting into until it was too late.”\n\nThe look in Rarity’s eyes was wholly different from the wildly depraved look Cadance carries, or the mindlessly obedient expression of a trained bitch slave like Fluttershy. Instead she had an air of sadness about her, and her eyes betrayed a look of regret. What had happened to her over the past months? Could it be that she had accepted a red collar out of coercion or blackmail, rather than truly embracing the Caribou’s obscene culture like many a willing mare?\n\n“W-wait, wha-“ I whispered back, but my train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks by a powerful magic chill crawling its way along my back.\n\nHrathr had returned, carrying an enormous, golden phallus in one hand, and a black leather hood in the other. The sex toy was beautifully sculpted in the shape of a life-like penis, complete with all the ridges, veins and a hint of flare - to my dismay I instantly recognized it as the shape of Dainn’s manhood. The obscene sculpture had a familiar purple gem set in its base - it had once been the torc I once proudly wore over my shoulders, which like my other regalia had been melted down and crafted into a perverse, humiliating piece of jewelry.\n\nThe light reflecting off the gleaming material revealed that the Caribou’s rune masters had a hand in its forging - it was covered with the faint marks of their kind’s etchings, imbuing it with powerful arcane enchantments unknown to even the most well-read unicorns. Rather disturbingly, it seemed to resonate in my mind, as if it were calling to me somehow. All the feelings, memories and emotions I felt at the time of my imprinting were immediately brought to the fore, as vivid and intense as the cursed day I was underwent the process at the hands of the barbarian king. The instantaneous feeling of excitement and anticipation were disconcerting evidence of its permanent effects; it required great effort to mentally suppress and control the seemingly instinctive reaction.\n\nOnce I managed to wrest my gaze from my oppressor’s member, my eye fell on the hood Hrathr was carrying in his other hand. It was intricately crafted mask of sorts, shaped like a dog’s head, clearly meant to humiliate and degrade me by making me look every bit like the bitch the Caribou plan to turn me into. The shiny material was encrusted with runic inscriptions, hinting at a further, more sinister purpose. The only openings in the latex accessory were holes for my neck, mouth and nostrils - meaning I would be spending the coming period in total darkness once again.\n\nRarity bowed deeply before the beast master, pressing her hornless forehead against the floor.\n\n“Her tail wrap is in place as you commanded, Lord Hrathr,” she spoke with utmost respect. “In this slave’s humble opinion, it really enhances the royal pet’s look.”\n\n“Good work, female. Your job here is done. Lord Anvari will see to it that you are suitably rewarded,” the bull answered, dismissing Rarity with a wave of his hand.\n\n“Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Master Hrathr. This slave was happy to be of use,” Rarity said, leaving the room deferentially without ever lifting her gaze.\n\nWe only spent a short time in each other’s company, but I was loath to see her go. There was so much I still wanted to ask her. How she ended up in her predicament, if perhaps she knew anything of what was going on in the outside world. Although it was very brief, she offered some emotional support I desperately craved. Up until now I have only been allowed to interact with mares that seemed to have been broken and fully converted into wanton sluts, ponies eager to see me share in their fate. After so many months of incarceration, Rarity had been the first pony to show any sympathy for my plight. I could only hope for a future reunion however. There were more pressing matters at hand, as Hrathr turned his attention to me.\n\n“As for you, your ordeal is only starting,” the beast master spoke in his typical stern tone.\n\n“My task as your trainer is finding the best way to teach you, slave. Each female responds and adapts differently to enslavement. Some are eager to please, embracing their new life of pleasure. Others resist foolishly, and require more encouragement. But in the end all females are fundamentally the same, and using the right methods all can eventually be broken and turned into submissive, obedient sluts.\n\n“For a while I spared you from the harshest training methods, believing that you could be reformed using gentler ways. But evidently you still haven’t accepted your place. You have a regal, prideful character, doubtlessly nurtured by living a spoiled life in the palace. But that can be corrected. Despite your delusions of superiority, will soon find that you are no different than a domestic animal.”\n\nIn truth, I feared the punishment the Caribou had in store for me. I could sense the strength of the magic imbued in my gear, and that it would be unlikely I would emerge unscathed. I steeled myself, determined not to show the savage any weakness.\n\n“Your treatment of the female gender tells me all about your kind that I have the displeasure of knowing, Hrathr,” I answered with contempt. “You Caribou live in a backwards age, using brute force and simple tools to rape and oppress others rather than cultivating and advancing your society.”\n\n“Hmph. You may think that our methods are simple and crude, and that aphrodisiacs and pain are the only tools in our arsenal. But we have a deep understanding of how sexual desire works, and over the generations have perfected the art of manipulating it,” the brute replied, unimpressed with my retort. “Sex is a basic desire of all living species. Pleasure motivates creatures to copulate, allowing their kind to persist from generation to generation. It is a reward for acting on their primal instincts - pleasure teaches and drives an organism to repeat the behavior that gives them the sexual release they crave. There are many methods of influencing sexual lust. Potions, pills and injections of hormones can act on the brain to increase sex drive. Heat can be magically induced, and driven to heights far beyond the natural state of arousal.”\n\n“But our magical prowess isn’t limited to modifying base desires,” Hrathr continued. “Our rune masters have the skills to stimulate or suppress specific parts of the female brain. Pleasure can be intensified, inhibitions can be suppressed; we can force orgasms, induce hypersexuality, and manipulate your senses. Through careful reinforcement of the desired behavior we can create the perfect submissive mind, and turn a recalcitrant mare such as yourself into our willing servant. It is a fine art, and the culmination of many years of experimentation and study to achieve the desired results.”\n\n“You speak of your people’s achievements with pride, like they are somehow praiseworthy. But all that the Caribou have perfected is savagery and brutality,” I spat with derision. “Don’t think that you will manage to change us mares like you did your own.”\n\n“Heh, that is the foolish belief of a typically ignorant female, too headstrong and ignorant to realize the gift we are bestowing upon your kind. The process of conversion is already well underway, and many have already willingly submitted, choosing to live a life of pleasure and sexual bliss as red collar slaves,” the Caribou lord said with a sneer. “The remaining mares are in the process of being trained, broken and reeducated to serve their masters in the society we have created. With each passing day more mares see the glory and blessing of living a life of slavery, and willingly join our ranks. It is only a matter of time before you ponies are fully integrated, and the remnants of your pathetic culture are erased forever.”\n\n“Every word you say confirm my views regarding your people and your beliefs,” I replied with disdain, although his statement shook me. “You Caribou are nothing but a bunch of primitive troglodytes, attempting to reverse generations-long progress and achievements. Your kind have attained nothing but the ability to destroy and oppress. You may have brainwashed my ponies, but if you think you can make me into your puppet you are sorely mistaken.”\n\n“Regardless of how mentally strong you may believe you are, as you will soon find out, your mind is much more malleable than you think,” Hrathr replied. “By controlling both reward and stimulus, changing sexual behavior and preferences is as straightforward as administering pleasure and punishment depending on the response. It is no more complex than teaching an animal how to perform a trick. You may cling to your notions of “decency”, but your body will betray you. Before long you will become the king’s most loyal servant, openly moaning and squirting like a whore whilst performing the filthiest sex acts - and you will know that your ridiculous concepts of equality, dignity and modesty were utter nonsense.”\n\n“Do your worst, slaver,” I retorted defiantly. “No matter what you try, I will never become your willing servant!”\n\n“Your words are nothing but empty bravado, slave. You may resist and protest against our teachings, but you forget that you can’t hide anything from your trainer. Your body doesn’t lie. I have heard the way you moan when you are raped, seen how wet and aroused you get when you are dominated. You can’t deny that you have cummed and squirted countless of times, and that deep down, you relished it.”\n\nWith those words, Hrathr inserted the dildo into my pussy. To my utter despair…I could not help but moan in ecstasy when I felt Dainn’s cock penetrate me. Despite my disdain for everything this man has done to me, to Equestria…I love the feeling above anything else. Every bump and ridge, and indeed it’s very shape, size, and girth seemed to hit all the right spots, sending wonderful, intense feelings of pleasure and bliss coursing through my very core. After all this time, the effects of my imprinting remain as strong as ever - it was disconcerting to realize that I may never be free of it.\n\n“N-no! Aah!” I moaned as I involuntarily pushed my hips back onto the sex toy.\n\nHrathr seemed to enjoy driving his point home, slowly pushing the golden rod up my crotch to allow me to grind against it, to ride it before attaching the straps to metal rings sewn into my suit to lock it in place. I braced myself for the inevitable effects of the Caribou’s infernal arts - I expected to be driven into maddening heat, or perhaps some form of mind-bending spell that would turn me into a slavish nymphomaniac. But besides the electric pleasure I experienced at the insertion of Dainn’s cock, I was surprised to seemingly feel…nothing else. My relief was not to last however. Mere moments later the bull pulled the black latex hood over my head, plunging me in complete darkness.\n\nMy dog mask tightly hugged my skin, wrapping around the back of my head and covering my entire face. As expected, the material was totally opaque, taking away my vision completely. Only my nostrils and mouth were left exposed. But now my perverse outfit was complete, which instantly activated the spells imbued in the material. No sooner did the rubber hood snap in place did a powerful chill course through my body, as icy as the northern winds. Rune magic raged through every fibre of my being, channeled into my brain by the incantations, spells and enchantments the Caribou rune masters had infused in the rubber. The initial experience was bewildering, like my mind was being warped by force, suggestion and compulsion.\n \nThese enchantments were of a wholly different level than I had ever suffered before. Rather than the subtle suggestive whispers that accompanied my earlier conditioning sessions, I could tell these were more forceful, overriding any thoughts of my own and steering my behavior and desires by compulsion. A maelstrom of rune magic flooded my body and mind, making the earlier effects seem like nothing. And amidst the storm I could somehow hear his voice, the voice of…my master. He spoke to me, authoritative and powerful above all the others; his very will permeated my being, bending me to the his designs and chaining me to his command. It was pure, absolute domination.\n\nPanic gripped me as for a moment. It felt like I was losing my sanity as reality seemed to be warping; only through sheer mental strength and discipline did I manage to calm myself and suppress some of the effects. But my efforts to reassert some semblance of control were interrupted by the harsh sound of Hrathr’s voice.\n\n“Tell me, cunt. What is your name?” the savage demanded of me.\n\nHis voice boomed inside my head. It was authoritative, commanding. My first instinct was to cower before this man. He was my superior, physically and mentally, and his presence demanded respect from a lowly slave like myself.\n\n[i]I am a cunt. My name…n-no, my slave name…my n-name….[/i]\n\nIt took me a moment to realize that my thoughts were under the heavy influence of powerful enchantments. Their effects bore into my brain, steering my mind down the sordid path chosen by my trainers. I struggled to wrest myself from their control, mustering up the strength of will to not give in to suggestion.\n\n[i]I…I am…[/i]\n\n“I am Princess Celestia of Equestria,” I declared proudly, somehow finding the fortitude to resist.\n\nMy defiance was met with the instant crack of the whip, as expected. What I wasn’t prepared for however, was the intensity of the pain. It was searing. Excruciating. The Caribou’s accursed magic infused in my suit amplified the effects of my punishment greatly. The sharp pain of the initial lash felt like it cut to the bone, followed by an intense, dull pain radiating outward almost instantly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I clenched my teeth, curled up my body and balled up my fists as I desperately tried to bear my discipline with some degree of dignity. It was a futile effort. It felt like my bones were splitting, and soon a howl of pain escaped my lips as a wriggled helplessly on the floor. I could do little more than continue screaming, begging for the hellish burning to subside.\n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity the effects of the spell slowly wore off, only to be replaced by the feeling of extreme terror, anxiety and mental perturbation. I was left panting and heaving as my heart pounded inside my chest, and soon I was reduced to a sweating and shaking mess. An irrational panic seemed to completely overtake me, and although I realized the violent emotions were magic-induced, it took considerable time and effort to regain my composure. It was horrible torture, both mental and physical.\n\n“Let me ask you again, cunt,” Hrathr asked, having waited patiently for the enchantment to run its course. “What is your name?”\n\n“Pr-princess…” I replied, managing to somehow muster up the strength of will to resist. But that was as far as I got.\n\nThe Caribou slaver immediately lashed his whip across my back, eliciting a bloodcurdling cry from my mouth. This time the pain was even more intense, and the aftermath of horror even more violent. I was left to scream as my tortured body contorted on the floor, sweating and gasping as the insidious spell overwhelmed my senses. The message was clear - defiance and recalcitrance would not be tolerated, and would be met by powerful negative reinforcement.\n\n“Tell me your name, bitch!” the beast master barked at me. “And be warned that I won’t be so lenient on you this time!”\n\nFor a moment I considered mustering up force of will to continue resisting him, but pain and fear cowed my mind, and I shuddered at the prospect of bearing the brunt of the Caribou’s wrath. I did not want to, and could not suffer another horrifying experience like that. And in this moment of weakness, I once again felt the full force of the Caribou’s arcane skills.\n\n[i]Your name, bitch.[/i]\n\nA bitch. The epithet suited an animal like myself. Any opposition to be called as such soon disappeared. I slowly opened my mouth.\n\n[i]My name…[/i]\n\nThe path of least resistance felt like the right decision to take. I knew the spell’s influence over my mind was increasing. Taking control. But it felt pleasant, and I understood that I had no other choice. I soon surrendered, giving in to suggestion and compulsion. Anything was better than being punished.\n\n“My name is Sun Slut, Master Hrathr,” I heard myself speaking loudly and clearly. “I was given this name by my owner, Master Dainn.”\n\nThe words rolled off my tongue smoothly and with absolute conviction, like a phrase rehearsed countless of times. It was deeply humiliating to refer to myself by my slave name, not to mention referring to my captor as my master and owner. But instead of feeling disgust, I profoundly enjoyed my admission. It felt right, liberating me from the shackles that society placed upon me as a mare. In addition any lingering pain immediately ebbed away, further reinforcing my new self-image as a sex slave.\n\n“Good girl, Sun Slut,” Hrathr’s praise sounded.\n\n[i]Good girl.[/i]\n\nThe phrase deeply reverberated in my mind. I was an obedient slave. It felt good to obey my trainer, both mentally and physically. Obedience was deeply gratifying, a powerful rush unlike anything I have experienced before. The words were instantly followed by the buzzing of the toy lodged inside my vagina. In line with the effects my latex prison imparted on me, the pleasure felt out of this world. Amplified. A loud, unreserved moan escaped my lips as I instinctively pushed my hips backwards, as if the phallus were attached to an actual stallion. Such was my captivation that at no point was I able to I suppress my wanton sluttiness - nor did I want to. It was the culmination of months of conditioning; the strong emotions that had been implanted in my mind and I had been made to associate with my praise were now magnified, and used to further my development into a submissive whore.\n\n“Doesn’t it feel good to accept the name given to you by your master?” the Caribou beast master continued, as I drank up the pleasure of my humiliation. “But do not think you are the princess of Equestria any longer. Tell me, cunt, what is your new station in life?”\n\n[i]Your place, [b]cunt.[/b][/i]\n\nI shivered with excitement at being called as such. A cunt. It was as demeaning and denigrating an epithet that could be given to a female - but by now any mental resistance and notion of decency had been completely suppressed, and I loved being called as such. To no longer be considered a princess or a pony, but a mere sex organ. My mind was set alight with arousal and pleasure as the runic enchantments worked their magic, twisting my personality, consolidating my learning, and leaving me craving for more.\n\n“Sun S-slut…aah! I-is a sex slave, hah! Hand-picked by hnngh…Master Dainn to be trained into his bitch!” I managed to squeal, unable to contain my lustful moaning. “I am no longer a princess, ah, oooh! N-nor a pony! I am a mere animal now, a cock sleeve, a cunt! My…hhnngh! P-place is to obey and serve my master!”\n\nThe intensifying buzzing increased my pleasure exponentially.\n\n“Again, slave,” Hrathr demanded sternly.\n\nS-Sun Slut is a filthy cunt! A-a perverted bitch! I-I am an animal, below even the lowest of sex slaves, unfit to lick their hooves!” I screamed hoarsely.\n\nIt felt incredibly gratifying to humiliate and degrade myself in such a manner. It was like satisfying a long-repressed desire, and now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit I could not help but lust for more.\n\n“Good girl,” Hrathr spoke. “Now cum, you filthy whore.”\n\nOnce again, his words drilled deeply into my mind, seemingly echoing inside my head.\n\n[i]Cum, [b]whore.[/b]\n\n[b]Cum.[/b][/i]\n\nThe moment the command sounded inside my head, I orgasmed. Violently. It definitely was not a natural reaction, even though the vibrator inside me had been rapidly pushing me towards the brink. It was a forcible, rune magic-inducted orgasm - powerful and mind-numbing. It took nothing away from the sexual gratification I experienced, and I was instantly reduced to a trembling mess, squirting vaginal fluids as my body convulsed. I moaned ecstatically as lost complete control, blacking out as my senses were overloaded with pleasure. I was left panting and shaking on the floor to ride out my orgasm. By the Sun it felt so, so good!\n\n“As you can experience, it isn’t difficult for us to change a female’s behavior and character. The power we wield over you is absolute. We control your body and your mind, your desires, reward, punishment and arousal,” Hrathr spoke as I writhed and trembled in front of him. “Despite your misconceptions, you are just another pathetic female. A mere cunt ruled by sexual desire, and like any other animal, teachable through pleasure and punishment. By targeting the right areas of your useless brain, we can suppress certain undesirable aspects of your character, and amplify and develop those that will shape you into an obedient, submissive slave. It will take time, but through simple operant conditioning we will gradually change your personality, drawing out the wanton slut that has been lying dormant inside you for all to see.”\n\nThe strength and pervasiveness of the spells were alarming. The moment I had let myself be affected I lost control of my mind, my principles and desires. I turned into a completely different pony, a servile slave, happy to obey, behave and speak as her masters demanded. And as such I was made to experience sex and domination like a willing submissive would. What little conscious control I still possessed told me that I was being brainwashed, twisted to enjoy acting in ways that I would otherwise abhor.\n\nFear set as I became aware of the effectiveness of Hrathr’s new teaching methods. The Caribou would change me, corrupt my personality and transform me into their willing red collar slave. My faint sense of self preservation briefly regained the upper hand as the beast master’s words sank in.\n\n“N-no, never!” I managed to utter as the effects of adrenaline kicked in. “You can’t do this to me! I’m not a sex toy that you can just remold and reprogram!”\n\nThe whip immediately lashed across my back. Hrathr was as consistent with his punishment as he was cruel. Searing pain overtook my senses once, overriding all of my thoughts as I writhed on the floor, immediately followed by horribly intense feelings of panic, terror and distress. I screamed in misery, much to the sadistic brute’s amusement.\n\n“That’s it, Sun Slut. Endure,” Hrathr said, sounding almost pleased with my defiance. “Your resistance only serves to further your conditioning. The more you fight, the faster you will learn and the more you will fulfill your full potential as a sex slave. Learn to enjoy this. You won’t be released until you learn your lesson.”\n\nI gritted my teeth in response, fearful of triggering repeated punishment from my trainer. I was loath to admit that he was right. It felt horrible to resist, and fighting would only enhance the effectiveness of his teachings. There was no way out, no way to protect myself from being indoctrinated. The slutty behavior they desired would be rewarded with equally powerful positive reinforcement, which over time would gradually mold me into a model slave.\n\n“I have brought you a special gift from your master,” Hrathr said as I heard a bag rustling. “I’m sure it’ll trigger some fond memories in that empty brain of yours.”\n\nAlthough I couldn’t see a thing, my nose instantly recognized the odor. It was a potent cocktail of pheromones, one that had become synonymous with raw attraction, pleasure and arousal. The scent of Dainn’s cock and balls permeated my nostrils, a powerful trigger of the incredibly vivid memories of my intimate time with the man, irrevocably etched into my brain during my imprinting. I found myself inhaling deeply, breathing raggedly as my primal senses were piqued by the bull’s masculine musk.\n\n“Sniff it out like the bitch you are, Sun Slut,” the Hrathr’s command sounded.\n\n“N-no, aah, no!” I wailed, as I tried to control my involuntary snuffling and snorting.\n\nMy resistance achieved nothing but the activation of the runic punishment spell.\n\n[i]No, cunt. [b]Obey.[/b][/i]\n\nA magical chill instantly coursed through my body. It is horrifying, enfeebling and a very effective method of behavioral modification. The only way to find release from this torture was to cease resisting and comply with the directives given. The instant I followed my trainer’s orders the unsettling emotions were replaced by feelings of contentment, happiness and pleasure, reinforcing obedient behavior.\n\n[i][b]Obey.[/b][/i]\n\nI took a deep breath allowing the penetrating scent of cock and balls to fill my nostrils. It was unmistakably his scent. The scent of my master.\n\nI moved an elbow forward, then a knee. Still unused to my restraints, I awkwardly crawled towards the source, using my nose as a guide. With each inhalation I caught a waft of pheromones which sent my head spinning, inducing even deeper, ragged breaths. My nostrils flared. The more I smelled, the more I craved, and the more aroused I became. As I closed in on my prize the scent increased, until it became as intense as I remembered the real thing.\n\nI was right in front of it.\n\n“Open your mouth, cunt,” the order sounded.\n\nI could feel my lips parting. I wanted it so bad. I needed that cock in my mouth. The last, fleeting moments of control were suppressed, replaced with an overpowering directive.\n\n[i]Obey, slave. [b]OBEY.[/b][/i]\n\nI stretched out my neck, opening my mouth wide while hungrily sticking out my tongue as far as I could. Hrathr had brought a penis-shaped fluid dispenser, and inserted the sex toy deeply down my throat. Feeling Dainn’s cock slide down my throat was heavenly. I savored each bump, ridge and vein as it pressed past my lips and over my tongue. It was clear that in the months that had past my love for his stallionhood had not diminished; in fact my constant lusting for it had turned into a deep, intense craving, and I was now unable to contain myself.\n\n“MMMH! NHHH!” I moaned wantonly as I started sucking the rubber phallus, moving my head back and forth along the sex toy.\n\nIt was an almost involuntary, instinctive reaction. For my slutty act I received the greatest prize I could have wished for. Hrathr squeezed the bottle, allowing its contents to pour down my throat. It was Dainn’s…wonderful, delicious seed. I was completely hooked from the first drop, greedily suckling the toy as I lost complete control of my senses. It had been months since I last tasted him; it was every bit as good as I had been made to remember. As the sticky fluid filled my mouth I swirled it across my tongue for as long as I could, savoring every gulp as the beast master emptied the container into my stomach. In truth, I enjoyed it more than the war beast semen I am gradually learning to love, slurping the viscous liquid down loudly as the bottle slowly drained.\n\nBut to my disappointment the bottle soon ran dry. I locked my lips around the shaft, gripping it for as long as Hrathr would let me, ensuring I lapped up every last drop of my feed. Like when I was wrested away from Dainn when my imprinting ended, it felt gut-wrenching to be away from his cock, or at least his physical shape, once more.\n\n“M-more master, please!” I cried, keeping my mouth wide open to offer its use. “I need more, I need Master Dainn’s cock, his cum! Please, stick it down my throat!”\n\n“In time, Sun Slut,” Hrathr spoke, satisfied that my suit was performing as it should. “Once you become a well-trained, obedient bitch, I will feed you all the sperm you want.”\n\nMy behavior was sordid, utterly perverted. Undeniable proof of how far I have fallen, of just how much the Caribou have managed to change me.\n\nBut I loved it. I had no other choice.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "My punishment for attempting to escape was harsh, as expected. For the first couple of days after my recapture I was left completely restrained and hooded in my cage, with little more to do than suckle on the dildo lodged deeply down my throat. No light passed my blindfold, nor did any sound penetrate the rubber barrier sealing my ears; in this darkness I was left to stew in my thoughts and emotions. The events of the past days replayed themselves over and over again in my mind. What could I have done differently? Was there any way I could possibly have escaped their snare? Should I have bided my time instead of striking at the first opportunity, as the guards had anticipated? At times my frustration and anger overwhelmed me, and I struggled against my bonds with all my might - but if anything the Caribou are masters of the art of bondage, and my pathetic wriggling only highlighted my helplessness and inability to change my fate.

My isolation was only broken during feeding time. Three times a day a guard entered my cell, and removed the rubber cock from my mouth. The moment its tip was pulled free from my lips another cock was jammed in before I could voice my displeasure, followed immediately by the flow of warm, thick war beast semen. Having had all agency stripped from me, I was force-fed using the all too familiar penis-shaped fluid dispensers I had so often been forced to drink from. I am ashamed to write that I eventually became more than happy to swallow my load - often making undignified slurps and moans while the container was emptied into my stomach. Enjoyment is too strong a word, but my mental conditioning over the past months has completely overwritten my disgust of the sticky fluid. In a way I was glad to be granted a reprieve from the utter darkness and silence, no matter how depraved the interaction was. Over time i learned to lengthen my feeding sessions by slowly suckling on the dildo, but as soon as I downed the last drop of cum my mouth plug was replaced, and I was once again left in solitude.

Without being able to see the passing of night and day there was no way of telling for how long I was kept in this state, but it felt like it must have been weeks. The monotony was eventually broken however, when I was roughly pulled from my cage and released from my bonds. When my hood was pulled from my head I was greeted by the unpleasant view of Hrathr’s scarred face - the barbaric slaver had returned to resume my training.

“Time to change that foolish, recalcitrant attitude of yours, bitch,” the beast master spoke, looking me sternly in the eye. “It is clear to me a harsher approach is needed to get through that thick skull of yours.”

“No matter what you try, you’ll never change me Hrathr,” I retorted, shooting the Caribou a deathly glare.

The brute bemusedly sneered at me in reply.

“You forget that I am your trainer, Sun Slut, and that I have been closely monitoring and guiding your development. I have observed the way you cum, heard your whorish moans, and seen the way your squirt freely whilst being dominated and fucked like a dog. You may pretend to be a regal, dignified princess, but I can see past the facade you put up. Your sexual preferences, behavior and very character are being molded into those of a unadulterated, submissive slut; I can tell you are progressing faster than expected. No refined, stately mare would ever embrace and enjoy being turned into an animal as much as you already do,” Hrathr replied.

The Caribou’s comments enraged me. Not because of his taunts and insults - but because deep down…I knew his words were true. Months of slave training have irrefutably changed me, and it is undeniable that I am slowly starting to enjoy sex in ways that I would have dismissed at the very notion before my enslavement. As my pent-up frustration boiled over I lashed out at the bull, fully intending to slap him in the face. Instead, Hrathr anticipated my move, catching my hand before it could hit its mark. I screamed out in pain as he twisted my arm behind my back, pushing me face down onto the floor with his hoof.

“You ponies talk about finding your special talent, and how it defines your path in life,” the beast master continued, unfazed. “As ineffective and feckless as you were as a leader, I would say your true talent lies in eternal servitude to your masters as an obedient, submissive whore. We have seen it from the moment King Dainn placed that collar around your neck. Your new cutie mark suits you well in that regard.”

“Augh! Ngh…I am a princess of Equestria! The rightful ruler of this land!” I blurted out in defiance. But my words were as powerless as I was, and only earned me more pain as the Caribou drove his hoof into my back.

“Hmph, after all this time you still don’t seem to understand your place. But no matter,” Hrathr spoke, unimpressed at my resistance. “I have brought something along to help drive the point home.”

I looked up, expecting the presence of a stallion or bull carrying some torture device from Tartarus - but to my surprise the Caribou had brought a mare with him instead. She knelt submissively in the corner of the cell, keeping her hands on her thighs and her head bowed in deference as she waited for the bull’s command. On Hrathr’s cue she lifted her gaze, and I instantly recognized her.

It was Rarity, the former Element of Generosity, now turned into a sex slave.

Her purple mane and tail were as well-groomed as always, lustrous and meticulously combed and curled. She looked to be in good physical shape, maintaining a beautiful, sleek body, and as is Rarity’s wont, her make-up was impeccable. But like all captured unicorns her forehead now featured a white stump instead of a horn, and golden studs adorned her nipples. A red collar was wrapped tightly around her neck, indicating her willing acceptance of her enslavement.

Fluttershy’s willing submission came as no surprise, but it came as a shock to me that another one of the Elements of Harmony would so readily accept Caribou overlordship. Rarity was never the feistiest of mares, but I would have thought that her elegant, ladylike character would predispose her to resist such wanton debauchery. Instead, she appeared before me without any care to cover her shame - in fact, she seemed experienced and familiar with the standards Caribou slaves were held to, conducting herself with the manners and poise expected of well-trained sluts.

In turn, Rarity looked as shocked as I was - whatever she had been ordered to do, she clearly did not expect to see me here.

“The suit, cunt,” the brute ordered, pinning me down by driving his knee into my back.

“Yes, Lord Hrathr, of course,” Rarity replied, bowing her head in deference upon hearing the beast master speak. “The work was completed as per your command, and Lord Etadys has given his blessing as per your request.”

Keeping her gaze affixed to the floor, she reached into a bag, revealing a neatly-folded red leather garment. Shuffling forward on her knees she raised the outfit up with her hands as if it were an offering.

“Unlike some you at least understand that your place is to obey,” the bull said as he inspected the clothes. “Good work. I’ll see it it that you are suitably rewarded.”

“Thank you ever so much, Lord Hrathr,” she spoke, prostrating herself before the Caribou. “Only the finest quality for the king.”

“Do keep in mind that your continued favor depends on your performance, slave. You are as worthless as any other mare, and should you displease king Dainn you won’t be spared his wrath,” Hrathr spoke. “If it were up to me all you mares would end up like this haughty bitch, crawling like animals on the floor where you belong.”

Turning his attention back to me, the savage unzipped the garment, preparing it to strap me in. It was a full-body latex suit but of a more intricate design than the one I wore at night, this time featuring various leather straps, belts and rings, undoubtedly to restrain its victim. But as the shiny fabric rippled the reflection of light revealed that the garment was covered in runic inscriptions, covering it from head to hoof. The magic emanating from it was highly unsettling. Whether it was instinct or through extensive exposure to rune magic, I could sense that whatever enchantments and spells the Caribou had infused into the fabric were far more powerful than what I had experienced up until now. I somehow knew that they were to be feared; a deep, visceral terror welled up from inside me as the arcane incantations and whispers spoke to my mind.

“N-no, no!” I protested, kicking and screaming at my handler as my heart pounded inside my chest.

But there was little I could do to stop him, and all my struggles achieved was being manhandled as the bull zipped me into my latex prison. As expected the rubber suit was form-fitting, wrapping tightly around my body. It featured buckles and straps sewn in around the ankles and wrists, which could be connected by chains to rings strategically located at my upper arms and thighs. In this way my arms and legs were kept folded at all times, preventing normal use of my hands and hooves. As if being forced to crawl wasn’t humiliating enough, I was now stripped of what little dignity was left to me and made to move around on my knees and elbows, which thankfully were padded.

I struggled wildly against my bonds, driven by adrenaline - but the chains and straps were far too strong to be broken. I soon found myself out of breath, my vigorous efforts to break free reduced to pathetic wriggling. Seeing that his charge was no longer able to effectively resist, Hrathr released his grip. I was now completely at his mercy, unable to anything but face my impending punishment. As is customary of Caribou clothing my outfit featured an open crotch, leaving my shame exposed - an instinctive attempt to cover myself with my tail was met with a firm tug from my trainer.

“Wrap her tail while I prepare the rest of her outfit,” the beast master ordered, addressing Rarity as he strode off to fetch some tools. “This bitch must learn to love flaunting her body.”

“Of course Lord Hrathr, as you wish,” Rarity answered as she took a strip of leather from her pouch, all the while maintaining her maximally submissive demeanor.

The white mare gently lifted up my tail at the dock, bunching up my matted tail from the base. I was conscious of how filthy I was - I had not been afforded a bath since my failed escape attempt. But rather uncharacteristically, Rarity didn’t show any disgust at my unkept appearance or smell, whether she had become used to seeing slaves in this state or through fear of Hrathr’s punishment. As she wrapped the leather material tightly around the base of my tail I realized that I lost what little control over my body I retained. The wrap formed a stiff rod, preventing me from using my tail to cover my rear. From now I would be permanently exposed, and stallions and bulls would be freely able to see my sex.

“I’m…so, so sorry, princess…I never thought it would end up this way,” Rarity whispered into my ear upon completing her task, after making sure Hrathr was still occupied. “I-it was all just some…innocent fun. I didn’t know what I was getting into until it was too late.”

The look in Rarity’s eyes was wholly different from the wildly depraved look Cadance carries, or the mindlessly obedient expression of a trained bitch slave like Fluttershy. Instead she had an air of sadness about her, and her eyes betrayed a look of regret. What had happened to her over the past months? Could it be that she had accepted a red collar out of coercion or blackmail, rather than truly embracing the Caribou’s obscene culture like many a willing mare?

“W-wait, wha-“ I whispered back, but my train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks by a powerful magic chill crawling its way along my back.

Hrathr had returned, carrying an enormous, golden phallus in one hand, and a black leather hood in the other. The sex toy was beautifully sculpted in the shape of a life-like penis, complete with all the ridges, veins and a hint of flare - to my dismay I instantly recognized it as the shape of Dainn’s manhood. The obscene sculpture had a familiar purple gem set in its base - it had once been the torc I once proudly wore over my shoulders, which like my other regalia had been melted down and crafted into a perverse, humiliating piece of jewelry.

The light reflecting off the gleaming material revealed that the Caribou’s rune masters had a hand in its forging - it was covered with the faint marks of their kind’s etchings, imbuing it with powerful arcane enchantments unknown to even the most well-read unicorns. Rather disturbingly, it seemed to resonate in my mind, as if it were calling to me somehow. All the feelings, memories and emotions I felt at the time of my imprinting were immediately brought to the fore, as vivid and intense as the cursed day I was underwent the process at the hands of the barbarian king. The instantaneous feeling of excitement and anticipation were disconcerting evidence of its permanent effects; it required great effort to mentally suppress and control the seemingly instinctive reaction.

Once I managed to wrest my gaze from my oppressor’s member, my eye fell on the hood Hrathr was carrying in his other hand. It was intricately crafted mask of sorts, shaped like a dog’s head, clearly meant to humiliate and degrade me by making me look every bit like the bitch the Caribou plan to turn me into. The shiny material was encrusted with runic inscriptions, hinting at a further, more sinister purpose. The only openings in the latex accessory were holes for my neck, mouth and nostrils - meaning I would be spending the coming period in total darkness once again.

Rarity bowed deeply before the beast master, pressing her hornless forehead against the floor.

“Her tail wrap is in place as you commanded, Lord Hrathr,” she spoke with utmost respect. “In this slave’s humble opinion, it really enhances the royal pet’s look.”

“Good work, female. Your job here is done. Lord Anvari will see to it that you are suitably rewarded,” the bull answered, dismissing Rarity with a wave of his hand.

“Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Master Hrathr. This slave was happy to be of use,” Rarity said, leaving the room deferentially without ever lifting her gaze.

We only spent a short time in each other’s company, but I was loath to see her go. There was so much I still wanted to ask her. How she ended up in her predicament, if perhaps she knew anything of what was going on in the outside world. Although it was very brief, she offered some emotional support I desperately craved. Up until now I have only been allowed to interact with mares that seemed to have been broken and fully converted into wanton sluts, ponies eager to see me share in their fate. After so many months of incarceration, Rarity had been the first pony to show any sympathy for my plight. I could only hope for a future reunion however. There were more pressing matters at hand, as Hrathr turned his attention to me.

“As for you, your ordeal is only starting,” the beast master spoke in his typical stern tone.

“My task as your trainer is finding the best way to teach you, slave. Each female responds and adapts differently to enslavement. Some are eager to please, embracing their new life of pleasure. Others resist foolishly, and require more encouragement. But in the end all females are fundamentally the same, and using the right methods all can eventually be broken and turned into submissive, obedient sluts.

“For a while I spared you from the harshest training methods, believing that you could be reformed using gentler ways. But evidently you still haven’t accepted your place. You have a regal, prideful character, doubtlessly nurtured by living a spoiled life in the palace. But that can be corrected. Despite your delusions of superiority, will soon find that you are no different than a domestic animal.”

In truth, I feared the punishment the Caribou had in store for me. I could sense the strength of the magic imbued in my gear, and that it would be unlikely I would emerge unscathed. I steeled myself, determined not to show the savage any weakness.

“Your treatment of the female gender tells me all about your kind that I have the displeasure of knowing, Hrathr,” I answered with contempt. “You Caribou live in a backwards age, using brute force and simple tools to rape and oppress others rather than cultivating and advancing your society.”

“Hmph. You may think that our methods are simple and crude, and that aphrodisiacs and pain are the only tools in our arsenal. But we have a deep understanding of how sexual desire works, and over the generations have perfected the art of manipulating it,” the brute replied, unimpressed with my retort. “Sex is a basic desire of all living species. Pleasure motivates creatures to copulate, allowing their kind to persist from generation to generation. It is a reward for acting on their primal instincts - pleasure teaches and drives an organism to repeat the behavior that gives them the sexual release they crave. There are many methods of influencing sexual lust. Potions, pills and injections of hormones can act on the brain to increase sex drive. Heat can be magically induced, and driven to heights far beyond the natural state of arousal.”

“But our magical prowess isn’t limited to modifying base desires,” Hrathr continued. “Our rune masters have the skills to stimulate or suppress specific parts of the female brain. Pleasure can be intensified, inhibitions can be suppressed; we can force orgasms, induce hypersexuality, and manipulate your senses. Through careful reinforcement of the desired behavior we can create the perfect submissive mind, and turn a recalcitrant mare such as yourself into our willing servant. It is a fine art, and the culmination of many years of experimentation and study to achieve the desired results.”

“You speak of your people’s achievements with pride, like they are somehow praiseworthy. But all that the Caribou have perfected is savagery and brutality,” I spat with derision. “Don’t think that you will manage to change us mares like you did your own.”

“Heh, that is the foolish belief of a typically ignorant female, too headstrong and ignorant to realize the gift we are bestowing upon your kind. The process of conversion is already well underway, and many have already willingly submitted, choosing to live a life of pleasure and sexual bliss as red collar slaves,” the Caribou lord said with a sneer. “The remaining mares are in the process of being trained, broken and reeducated to serve their masters in the society we have created. With each passing day more mares see the glory and blessing of living a life of slavery, and willingly join our ranks. It is only a matter of time before you ponies are fully integrated, and the remnants of your pathetic culture are erased forever.”

“Every word you say confirm my views regarding your people and your beliefs,” I replied with disdain, although his statement shook me. “You Caribou are nothing but a bunch of primitive troglodytes, attempting to reverse generations-long progress and achievements. Your kind have attained nothing but the ability to destroy and oppress. You may have brainwashed my ponies, but if you think you can make me into your puppet you are sorely mistaken.”

“Regardless of how mentally strong you may believe you are, as you will soon find out, your mind is much more malleable than you think,” Hrathr replied. “By controlling both reward and stimulus, changing sexual behavior and preferences is as straightforward as administering pleasure and punishment depending on the response. It is no more complex than teaching an animal how to perform a trick. You may cling to your notions of “decency”, but your body will betray you. Before long you will become the king’s most loyal servant, openly moaning and squirting like a whore whilst performing the filthiest sex acts - and you will know that your ridiculous concepts of equality, dignity and modesty were utter nonsense.”

“Do your worst, slaver,” I retorted defiantly. “No matter what you try, I will never become your willing servant!”

“Your words are nothing but empty bravado, slave. You may resist and protest against our teachings, but you forget that you can’t hide anything from your trainer. Your body doesn’t lie. I have heard the way you moan when you are raped, seen how wet and aroused you get when you are dominated. You can’t deny that you have cummed and squirted countless of times, and that deep down, you relished it.”

With those words, Hrathr inserted the dildo into my pussy. To my utter despair…I could not help but moan in ecstasy when I felt Dainn’s cock penetrate me. Despite my disdain for everything this man has done to me, to Equestria…I love the feeling above anything else. Every bump and ridge, and indeed it’s very shape, size, and girth seemed to hit all the right spots, sending wonderful, intense feelings of pleasure and bliss coursing through my very core. After all this time, the effects of my imprinting remain as strong as ever - it was disconcerting to realize that I may never be free of it.

“N-no! Aah!” I moaned as I involuntarily pushed my hips back onto the sex toy.

Hrathr seemed to enjoy driving his point home, slowly pushing the golden rod up my crotch to allow me to grind against it, to ride it before attaching the straps to metal rings sewn into my suit to lock it in place. I braced myself for the inevitable effects of the Caribou’s infernal arts - I expected to be driven into maddening heat, or perhaps some form of mind-bending spell that would turn me into a slavish nymphomaniac. But besides the electric pleasure I experienced at the insertion of Dainn’s cock, I was surprised to seemingly feel…nothing else. My relief was not to last however. Mere moments later the bull pulled the black latex hood over my head, plunging me in complete darkness.

My dog mask tightly hugged my skin, wrapping around the back of my head and covering my entire face. As expected, the material was totally opaque, taking away my vision completely. Only my nostrils and mouth were left exposed. But now my perverse outfit was complete, which instantly activated the spells imbued in the material. No sooner did the rubber hood snap in place did a powerful chill course through my body, as icy as the northern winds. Rune magic raged through every fibre of my being, channeled into my brain by the incantations, spells and enchantments the Caribou rune masters had infused in the rubber. The initial experience was bewildering, like my mind was being warped by force, suggestion and compulsion.
 
These enchantments were of a wholly different level than I had ever suffered before. Rather than the subtle suggestive whispers that accompanied my earlier conditioning sessions, I could tell these were more forceful, overriding any thoughts of my own and steering my behavior and desires by compulsion. A maelstrom of rune magic flooded my body and mind, making the earlier effects seem like nothing. And amidst the storm I could somehow hear his voice, the voice of…my master. He spoke to me, authoritative and powerful above all the others; his very will permeated my being, bending me to the his designs and chaining me to his command. It was pure, absolute domination.

Panic gripped me as for a moment. It felt like I was losing my sanity as reality seemed to be warping; only through sheer mental strength and discipline did I manage to calm myself and suppress some of the effects. But my efforts to reassert some semblance of control were interrupted by the harsh sound of Hrathr’s voice.

“Tell me, cunt. What is your name?” the savage demanded of me.

His voice boomed inside my head. It was authoritative, commanding. My first instinct was to cower before this man. He was my superior, physically and mentally, and his presence demanded respect from a lowly slave like myself.

I am a cunt. My name…n-no, my slave name…my n-name….

It took me a moment to realize that my thoughts were under the heavy influence of powerful enchantments. Their effects bore into my brain, steering my mind down the sordid path chosen by my trainers. I struggled to wrest myself from their control, mustering up the strength of will to not give in to suggestion.

I…I am…

“I am Princess Celestia of Equestria,” I declared proudly, somehow finding the fortitude to resist.

My defiance was met with the instant crack of the whip, as expected. What I wasn’t prepared for however, was the intensity of the pain. It was searing. Excruciating. The Caribou’s accursed magic infused in my suit amplified the effects of my punishment greatly. The sharp pain of the initial lash felt like it cut to the bone, followed by an intense, dull pain radiating outward almost instantly. Tears welled up in my eyes as I clenched my teeth, curled up my body and balled up my fists as I desperately tried to bear my discipline with some degree of dignity. It was a futile effort. It felt like my bones were splitting, and soon a howl of pain escaped my lips as a wriggled helplessly on the floor. I could do little more than continue screaming, begging for the hellish burning to subside.

After what seemed like an eternity the effects of the spell slowly wore off, only to be replaced by the feeling of extreme terror, anxiety and mental perturbation. I was left panting and heaving as my heart pounded inside my chest, and soon I was reduced to a sweating and shaking mess. An irrational panic seemed to completely overtake me, and although I realized the violent emotions were magic-induced, it took considerable time and effort to regain my composure. It was horrible torture, both mental and physical.

“Let me ask you again, cunt,” Hrathr asked, having waited patiently for the enchantment to run its course. “What is your name?”

“Pr-princess…” I replied, managing to somehow muster up the strength of will to resist. But that was as far as I got.

The Caribou slaver immediately lashed his whip across my back, eliciting a bloodcurdling cry from my mouth. This time the pain was even more intense, and the aftermath of horror even more violent. I was left to scream as my tortured body contorted on the floor, sweating and gasping as the insidious spell overwhelmed my senses. The message was clear - defiance and recalcitrance would not be tolerated, and would be met by powerful negative reinforcement.

“Tell me your name, bitch!” the beast master barked at me. “And be warned that I won’t be so lenient on you this time!”

For a moment I considered mustering up force of will to continue resisting him, but pain and fear cowed my mind, and I shuddered at the prospect of bearing the brunt of the Caribou’s wrath. I did not want to, and could not suffer another horrifying experience like that. And in this moment of weakness, I once again felt the full force of the Caribou’s arcane skills.

Your name, bitch.

A bitch. The epithet suited an animal like myself. Any opposition to be called as such soon disappeared. I slowly opened my mouth.

My name…

The path of least resistance felt like the right decision to take. I knew the spell’s influence over my mind was increasing. Taking control. But it felt pleasant, and I understood that I had no other choice. I soon surrendered, giving in to suggestion and compulsion. Anything was better than being punished.

“My name is Sun Slut, Master Hrathr,” I heard myself speaking loudly and clearly. “I was given this name by my owner, Master Dainn.”

The words rolled off my tongue smoothly and with absolute conviction, like a phrase rehearsed countless of times. It was deeply humiliating to refer to myself by my slave name, not to mention referring to my captor as my master and owner. But instead of feeling disgust, I profoundly enjoyed my admission. It felt right, liberating me from the shackles that society placed upon me as a mare. In addition any lingering pain immediately ebbed away, further reinforcing my new self-image as a sex slave.

“Good girl, Sun Slut,” Hrathr’s praise sounded.

Good girl.

The phrase deeply reverberated in my mind. I was an obedient slave. It felt good to obey my trainer, both mentally and physically. Obedience was deeply gratifying, a powerful rush unlike anything I have experienced before. The words were instantly followed by the buzzing of the toy lodged inside my vagina. In line with the effects my latex prison imparted on me, the pleasure felt out of this world. Amplified. A loud, unreserved moan escaped my lips as I instinctively pushed my hips backwards, as if the phallus were attached to an actual stallion. Such was my captivation that at no point was I able to I suppress my wanton sluttiness - nor did I want to. It was the culmination of months of conditioning; the strong emotions that had been implanted in my mind and I had been made to associate with my praise were now magnified, and used to further my development into a submissive whore.

“Doesn’t it feel good to accept the name given to you by your master?” the Caribou beast master continued, as I drank up the pleasure of my humiliation. “But do not think you are the princess of Equestria any longer. Tell me, cunt, what is your new station in life?”

Your place, cunt.

I shivered with excitement at being called as such. A cunt. It was as demeaning and denigrating an epithet that could be given to a female - but by now any mental resistance and notion of decency had been completely suppressed, and I loved being called as such. To no longer be considered a princess or a pony, but a mere sex organ. My mind was set alight with arousal and pleasure as the runic enchantments worked their magic, twisting my personality, consolidating my learning, and leaving me craving for more.

“Sun S-slut…aah! I-is a sex slave, hah! Hand-picked by hnngh…Master Dainn to be trained into his bitch!” I managed to squeal, unable to contain my lustful moaning. “I am no longer a princess, ah, oooh! N-nor a pony! I am a mere animal now, a cock sleeve, a cunt! My…hhnngh! P-place is to obey and serve my master!”

The intensifying buzzing increased my pleasure exponentially.

“Again, slave,” Hrathr demanded sternly.

S-Sun Slut is a filthy cunt! A-a perverted bitch! I-I am an animal, below even the lowest of sex slaves, unfit to lick their hooves!” I screamed hoarsely.

It felt incredibly gratifying to humiliate and degrade myself in such a manner. It was like satisfying a long-repressed desire, and now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit I could not help but lust for more.

“Good girl,” Hrathr spoke. “Now cum, you filthy whore.”

Once again, his words drilled deeply into my mind, seemingly echoing inside my head.

Cum, whore.

Cum.

The moment the command sounded inside my head, I orgasmed. Violently. It definitely was not a natural reaction, even though the vibrator inside me had been rapidly pushing me towards the brink. It was a forcible, rune magic-inducted orgasm - powerful and mind-numbing. It took nothing away from the sexual gratification I experienced, and I was instantly reduced to a trembling mess, squirting vaginal fluids as my body convulsed. I moaned ecstatically as lost complete control, blacking out as my senses were overloaded with pleasure. I was left panting and shaking on the floor to ride out my orgasm. By the Sun it felt so, so good!

“As you can experience, it isn’t difficult for us to change a female’s behavior and character. The power we wield over you is absolute. We control your body and your mind, your desires, reward, punishment and arousal,” Hrathr spoke as I writhed and trembled in front of him. “Despite your misconceptions, you are just another pathetic female. A mere cunt ruled by sexual desire, and like any other animal, teachable through pleasure and punishment. By targeting the right areas of your useless brain, we can suppress certain undesirable aspects of your character, and amplify and develop those that will shape you into an obedient, submissive slave. It will take time, but through simple operant conditioning we will gradually change your personality, drawing out the wanton slut that has been lying dormant inside you for all to see.”

The strength and pervasiveness of the spells were alarming. The moment I had let myself be affected I lost control of my mind, my principles and desires. I turned into a completely different pony, a servile slave, happy to obey, behave and speak as her masters demanded. And as such I was made to experience sex and domination like a willing submissive would. What little conscious control I still possessed told me that I was being brainwashed, twisted to enjoy acting in ways that I would otherwise abhor.

Fear set as I became aware of the effectiveness of Hrathr’s new teaching methods. The Caribou would change me, corrupt my personality and transform me into their willing red collar slave. My faint sense of self preservation briefly regained the upper hand as the beast master’s words sank in.

“N-no, never!” I managed to utter as the effects of adrenaline kicked in. “You can’t do this to me! I’m not a sex toy that you can just remold and reprogram!”

The whip immediately lashed across my back. Hrathr was as consistent with his punishment as he was cruel. Searing pain overtook my senses once, overriding all of my thoughts as I writhed on the floor, immediately followed by horribly intense feelings of panic, terror and distress. I screamed in misery, much to the sadistic brute’s amusement.

“That’s it, Sun Slut. Endure,” Hrathr said, sounding almost pleased with my defiance. “Your resistance only serves to further your conditioning. The more you fight, the faster you will learn and the more you will fulfill your full potential as a sex slave. Learn to enjoy this. You won’t be released until you learn your lesson.”

I gritted my teeth in response, fearful of triggering repeated punishment from my trainer. I was loath to admit that he was right. It felt horrible to resist, and fighting would only enhance the effectiveness of his teachings. There was no way out, no way to protect myself from being indoctrinated. The slutty behavior they desired would be rewarded with equally powerful positive reinforcement, which over time would gradually mold me into a model slave.

“I have brought you a special gift from your master,” Hrathr said as I heard a bag rustling. “I’m sure it’ll trigger some fond memories in that empty brain of yours.”

Although I couldn’t see a thing, my nose instantly recognized the odor. It was a potent cocktail of pheromones, one that had become synonymous with raw attraction, pleasure and arousal. The scent of Dainn’s cock and balls permeated my nostrils, a powerful trigger of the incredibly vivid memories of my intimate time with the man, irrevocably etched into my brain during my imprinting. I found myself inhaling deeply, breathing raggedly as my primal senses were piqued by the bull’s masculine musk.

“Sniff it out like the bitch you are, Sun Slut,” the Hrathr’s command sounded.

“N-no, aah, no!” I wailed, as I tried to control my involuntary snuffling and snorting.

My resistance achieved nothing but the activation of the runic punishment spell.

No, cunt. Obey.

A magical chill instantly coursed through my body. It is horrifying, enfeebling and a very effective method of behavioral modification. The only way to find release from this torture was to cease resisting and comply with the directives given. The instant I followed my trainer’s orders the unsettling emotions were replaced by feelings of contentment, happiness and pleasure, reinforcing obedient behavior.

Obey.

I took a deep breath allowing the penetrating scent of cock and balls to fill my nostrils. It was unmistakably his scent. The scent of my master.

I moved an elbow forward, then a knee. Still unused to my restraints, I awkwardly crawled towards the source, using my nose as a guide. With each inhalation I caught a waft of pheromones which sent my head spinning, inducing even deeper, ragged breaths. My nostrils flared. The more I smelled, the more I craved, and the more aroused I became. As I closed in on my prize the scent increased, until it became as intense as I remembered the real thing.

I was right in front of it.

“Open your mouth, cunt,” the order sounded.

I could feel my lips parting. I wanted it so bad. I needed that cock in my mouth. The last, fleeting moments of control were suppressed, replaced with an overpowering directive.

Obey, slave. OBEY.

I stretched out my neck, opening my mouth wide while hungrily sticking out my tongue as far as I could. Hrathr had brought a penis-shaped fluid dispenser, and inserted the sex toy deeply down my throat. Feeling Dainn’s cock slide down my throat was heavenly. I savored each bump, ridge and vein as it pressed past my lips and over my tongue. It was clear that in the months that had past my love for his stallionhood had not diminished; in fact my constant lusting for it had turned into a deep, intense craving, and I was now unable to contain myself.

“MMMH! NHHH!” I moaned wantonly as I started sucking the rubber phallus, moving my head back and forth along the sex toy.

It was an almost involuntary, instinctive reaction. For my slutty act I received the greatest prize I could have wished for. Hrathr squeezed the bottle, allowing its contents to pour down my throat. It was Dainn’s…wonderful, delicious seed. I was completely hooked from the first drop, greedily suckling the toy as I lost complete control of my senses. It had been months since I last tasted him; it was every bit as good as I had been made to remember. As the sticky fluid filled my mouth I swirled it across my tongue for as long as I could, savoring every gulp as the beast master emptied the container into my stomach. In truth, I enjoyed it more than the war beast semen I am gradually learning to love, slurping the viscous liquid down loudly as the bottle slowly drained.

But to my disappointment the bottle soon ran dry. I locked my lips around the shaft, gripping it for as long as Hrathr would let me, ensuring I lapped up every last drop of my feed. Like when I was wrested away from Dainn when my imprinting ended, it felt gut-wrenching to be away from his cock, or at least his physical shape, once more.

“M-more master, please!” I cried, keeping my mouth wide open to offer its use. “I need more, I need Master Dainn’s cock, his cum! Please, stick it down my throat!”

“In time, Sun Slut,” Hrathr spoke, satisfied that my suit was performing as it should. “Once you become a well-trained, obedient bitch, I will feed you all the sperm you want.”

My behavior was sordid, utterly perverted. Undeniable proof of how far I have fallen, of just how much the Caribou have managed to change me.

But I loved it. I had no other choice.
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