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For sustenance I was fed only disgusting kibble, which for all intents and purposes was little more than pet food. Several times a day they forced me to eat from a dog bowl on all fours like an animal, taking pictures and videos of my disgrace, only to continue violating me after I had finished my foul-tasting meal.\n\nOnly after weeks of sexual depredation did they finally satiate their lust. It was almost a relief to finally be taken out of my cell by two Caribou attendants, instead of facing the hordes of horny stallions again. I was mistaken to expect better treatment however. I was gagged and handcuffed before my ankles were chained together, severely restricting my movement and ability to kick out at my handlers. Clearly they were taking no chances, and only when they were satisfied that my limbs were secured was I marched out of the prison door. \n\nThe first stop was the shower, where I was to be properly bathed and made presentable. There was little privacy to be had; I was tied eagle spread, with my wrists and ankles chained to the walls. Two cows were then called in to clean me up. It was a surprise to see the Caribou treated their women no better than they treated us mares. They were completely naked and voluptuous of build, more well-endowed than most mares. Wearing red collars similar to the one Cadance wore, they were completely submissive to the bulls in manners and speech. Their body jewelry glinted in the artificial light, and they had what looked like a Caribou hoof mark tattooed above their crotches.\n\nKeeping their heads bowed they kneeled before the bulls’ hooves, bowing deeply in deference and respect.\n\n“Clean her up, you cunts. This slave is to be made presentable for her evaluation. Is that understood?”\n\n“Yes master, as you command,” the cows spoke in unison, keeping their foreheads pressed against the floor until the bulls left the room.\n\nOnce they rose to their hooves they immediately set to washing my body, turning on the shower and lathering up some soap. It was to be my first proper bathing in months.\n\n“Looks like the masters had some fun with you,” one of the girls chirped. “You smell like a proper slave, of sex and cum.”\n\n“But don’t worry sweetie, we’ll have you looking all cute and fuckable in no time,” said the other.\n\nI ignored their comments, since their tone did not contain any hint of ill intent. Their manner of speech did not show much sophistication or intelligence, which came as no surprise assuming that they had lived their entire lives as a slaves. Educating cows clearly held no importance in their society. I felt for the poor creatures, but they did genuinely seem unbothered by their lot in life, and seemingly even enjoyed it. The denigrating treatment at the hands of their men as well as their overt sexualization seemed to be completely normalized part of their daily lives.\n\nOne of the cows started shampooing my mane, gently cleaning my hair and massaging my scalp. In the mean time the other thoroughly soaped up my body, softly running her hands along my curves and folds, and fondling my breasts all over.\n\n“Mmh, a nice pair of tits you got. Perky too! Your master will love them I’m sure. If you’re lucky he might even make them grow bigger, like he did for us,” she commented while continuing to soap me up.\n\nAlthough I objected to being touched in such an intimate way by another female, finally feeling some warm water on my skin again was a delight. Feeling the coating of disgusting filth being washed off my skin and out of my mane was heavenly. Their invasiveness and lack of modesty were disagreeable however, and I made my protest known with a grumble while attempting to shake off their roving hands.\n\n“Ooh, you’re feisty one! The masters will know what to do with you, they’ll teach you how to be a good girl,” one of the cows said. “A lot of fresh cunts are like you at first, but all slaves end up obedient and submissive, eventually.”\n\n“MMRRGH!!” I growled, disgusted at the notion.\n\nI fought and struggled against my bonds, but there was no way I was going to be able to break the chains. The shackles around my wrists and ankles fit too tightly to slip my hands and hooves out, to my displeasure.\n\n“Ah, I know how to brighten up your mood and make you feel better!” the cow exclaimed with a chirp.\n\nSensually slipping her hands down from my chest towards my intimate area, she reached between my legs and started fingering me. I shuddered as she touched me ever so gently, softly running her fingers along my labia. To her credit, she did know how to use her hands, and I soon felt my body starting to respond to the stimulation. Responding to my heightening state of arousal, the cow gradually increased her rhythm and teased my clitoris, soon coaxing out some moans.\n\nTo my consternation, the cow standing behind me dropped down on her knees. I felt her grab hold of my rump cheeks, and spread them apart. Before I realized what she was planning to do, she pushed her muzzle underneath my tail and…started licking my anus.\n\nI screamed with revulsion. Although the months of daily gang rape at the hands of my guards had been utterly despicable, neither mare nor stallion had ever violated me in such a repulsive manner. No body part, and certainly not somepony’s tongue, should ever come close to such a private area. She clearly did not share my objections however, eagerly flicking her tongue across and along the rim of my lower orifice. \n\nMy futile attempts to shake the cow off only made her grab a firmer hold of my hips. Redoubling her efforts, she started licking me with increased vigor, gleefully lathering her tongue all along my cleft and happily toying with my anus. And then, to my horror, I felt her push the tip of her tongue firmly against my sphincter. I clenched as hard as I could, but with a slow but steady push she penetrated my body, settling into a rhythm as she thrust and twisted her tongue in and out of my rumphole.\n\n“MNNHHH!!” I screamed in misery, categorically refusing the depraved sense of pleasure she was forcing upon me. \n\nBut both girls were exceptionally skilled, and clearly weren’t going to let up. Whether it was due to their sexual abilities or any lingering effects of the Caribou’s libido-altering magic, they were inexorably pushing me towards the brink of orgasm. Sensing that I was about to climax, both girls redoubled their efforts, vigorously stimulating my clitoris and anus. \n\nI was helpless to stop it. A loud moan escaped my mouth as sexual pleasure overwhelmed all of my senses. My traitorous body shook and trembled as I came, leaving me gasping for air.\n\n“There now, didn’t that feel good?” one of the girls softly whispered in my ear while hugging me.\n\nIt was the first time I had been made to orgasm by another female. It felt good but I kept my silence, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over me without admitting to my enjoyment. \n\nWhen I regained control of my senses, I saw that the girls had fetched a razor and a tube of shaving cream. Lathering up my pubic area and armpits, the girls proceeded to remove the hair that had regrown over the past months.\n\n“Mmh, you grow back thick,” the cow handling the razor commented. “Custom demands that fresh slaves in training remain clean-shaven, although your owner will eventually dictate how you are kept, depending on his preferences.”\n\nAssuming oppressive control of females seems to be a central tenet of the way the Caribou treat their captives. Dictating a slave’s looks emphasizes her master’s ownership of her body, whereas the strict protocols governing her behavior demonstrates a master’s dominance over his slave’s mind. Females are reduced to mere property, beholden to their owners’ will and completely bereft of any agency.\n\nI was given another display of these despicable customs when the bulls returned.\n\nAfter being rinsed down and toweled off by the cows, the two bulls grabbed a firm hold of my wrists before unshackling me, effortlessly twisting and tying my arms behind my back despite my resistance. My hooves were shackled together with a short chain to prevent me from kicking and running, before I was taken out of the showers and sat down on a stool in the adjacent room. One of the cows dutifully blow dried and brushed my mane and tail as ordered, whereas the bulls took the other to sate their base desires. \n\nIf it weren’t for the cow’s moans and squeals of obvious delight, I would have described the sordid spectacle as violent rape. But she was clearly a willing participant, going down on her knees as commanded and pleasuring both men with her hands and mouth. The girl was evidently very experienced, expertly using her lips, tongue and throat to stimulate and worship both penises and testicles. The small pool of fluid forming between her legs made her state of heavy arousal apparent to all. \n\nBoth bulls were soon standing at full mast. They were enormous, easily putting most stallions to shame. One of them moved behind the cow, sweeping her up with his muscular arms and spreading her legs before lowering her onto his engorged shaft. The girl let out a loud, excited moan as the tip penetrated her anus. At the same time, the other bull stepped up to her, and inserted his erect member into her exposed vagina.\n\n“Thank you! Aah! Thank you so much, please enjoy the use of my cunt and asshole!” the cow exclaimed.\n\nThey treated her roughly, squeezing her throat and slapping her chest and rump. The poor girl was used as little more than a sex toy, a set of holes existing purely for the pleasure of men. It was detestable abuse, violating all sense of respect and civility towards the fairer sex. But the cow clearly saw things differently. I could see her climaxing, shaking and trembling wildly as she squirted. Her face was flushed and her nipples erect, and her vagina was clearly slick with arousal. Her primal, guttural moans left no doubt regarding her state of ecstasy, which only seemed to heighten the rougher and harder the bulls trusted their cocks into her. \n\nI beheld the spectacle in disbelief, unable to comprehend how somepony could derive pleasure from such degrading treatment. But the way she squealed when they fondled her breasts and contorted her body with each orgasm indicated that she was truly enjoying this depraved form of sex. I could not help but wonder if this was a natural disposition of her kind, or rather what she had been taught to lust after. Regardless, I was determined not to let the same happen to me.\n\nBoth men lasted a considerable while, easily making the girl climax over and over again. They switched positions various times, using her mouth, vagina and anus in equal measure. The cow for her part willingly indulged their perversions, obediently assuming any posture as ordered and performing any sex act demanded of her. How she was able to take such length down her throat I could not fathom, but she clearly performed with distinction. The bull grabbed hold of her head, roughly trusting his hips and using her as little more than a sex toy. \n\n“Hrrrghh!” he groaned loudly, panting as he finally came. \n\nI could see his member throb as he emptied his testicles inside the cow’s body. His companion had likewise reached the peak of ecstasy, hilting himself repeatedly inside her vagina while pumping her full of his seed. The girl clearly loved it, squealing and climaxing as she squirted and swallowed as much sperm as she could. The bulls had plenty to give, withdrawing themselves and ejaculating all over the cow as she slumped to the floor, before leaving their thoroughly used plaything to ride out her final orgasm. \n\nThe sex romp had been more than long enough for me to be made presentable. With her duties completed, my attendant had sat down on her knees at my side, keeping her head submissively bowed and passively awaiting further instructions. Her next command came soon enough, when one of the bulls turned towards us and snapped his fingers.\n\nThe cow that had been grooming me understood the cue instantly, hurriedly crawling towards him and presenting her mouth wide open to clean off the bull’s still-erect manhood. And she did more than just clean him. She worshipped his cock, sucking it clean of any excess bodily fluids, taking it deeply down her throat. She kissed it, rubbed her face against it, and lovingly stroked it, disregarding the fact that it had just been inside her friend’s orifices.\n\n“Good girl,” the bull spoke, still panting from his exertions. “Clean her up after you’re done. You will receive your reward when we return.”\n\nHe petted her on the head, smiling while she continued fellating him. For a moment their eyes locked, and the look on her face was one of loving bliss. Although I could not understand it, this seemed to be the closest thing these savages have to a loving relationship - the connection between master and slave, based on dominance and submission rather than love and mutual respect.\n\nPart of me felt for these poor girls, having known nothing but oppression and sexual objectification throughout their lives. It was a twisted way of thinking, so perverse that anypony should not feel anything besides revulsion at its display. Yet to the Caribou it seemed to be completely normal and acceptable. The thought of these invaders imposing their corrupt ways upon Equestria troubles me greatly, and I could not help but wonder what unspeakable suffering our ponies will have to endure before the end.\n\nHaving thoroughly cleaned the bulls genitals, the cow hurriedly crawled over to the other guard to give him the same treatment. Once the men got dressed, they turned their attention to me once more.\n\n“It’s time you were properly processed. Now that your former men have had their fill, you will start your slave training in earnest,” one of them said gleefully. “Everyone has been eagerly anticipating you following in your sister’s hoofsteps. Word has it that deep down, she has quite the whorish side to her. The men are already betting on which one of you cunts will break first.”\n\nI refused to entertain his taunt, maintaining my silence and dignity to deny the savage his enjoyment. A leash was attached to the metal ring of my collar, before I was lifted from my stool and given a painful shock with a cattle prod.\n\n“Walk! Your trainer awaits you,” the sadistic brute barked. “You would do well not to test his patience, or ours for that matter.”\n\nWith that, I was unceremoniously marched back into the castle halls. \n\n\n————————\n\n\nIt was a humiliating walk. The ropework hurt my arms, chafing my skin and forcing my limbs into an unnatural and highly uncomfortable position. The chains around my ankles prevented me from taking normal strides, making the walk slower than usual. Each time my pace slackened the barbarians cruelly jabbed me in the back with the rod, reminding me to keep up the pace. The men didn’t seem to truly mind though, taking delight in torturing and displaying me as a prisoner and slave.\n\nWhen we approached the main hall I was met with a tragic sight. I could see the destruction wrought during the castle’s fall had been cleared away, with much of the damage now repaired. Many of the paintings, tapestries and other ornaments deemed inappropriate by the Caribou had been removed. The eloquent statues and stained glass celebrating Equestrian liberty and equality were gone. \n\nIn their place were now the hapless former guardsmares, chained to the walls in various obscene positions fully exposing their shame. Some were eagle spread, their bodies suspended by chains that connected to the ceiling. Others were bent forward at the waist, with their collars chained to the floor and their legs spread apart by steel bars. Many had large metal rings forced into their mouths, keeping their jaws locked wide open and preventing them from biting any stallion desiring to rape them orally.\n\nBut whatever their predicament, all the girls were restrained in positions that allowed unrestricted access to their genitals or mouths. All were fully hooded, stripping them of their identity and reducing them to mere sex toys for the stallions’ usage. They had obviously been raped extensively - excess sperm leaked from their orifices, staining the floor. Some were covered in semen, and many had tally marks drawn onto their bodies indicating the number of times they had been used. At the side of each captive knelt a mare wearing the crimson red collar of willing slaves, keeping her head submissively bowed and holding a towel at the ready to clean off the stallions after the deed.\n\nMy heart went out to these hapless ponies, who undoubtedly had suffered through several months of sexual humiliation and abuse. I wished there was something I could do to comfort them and relieve their distress, but a timely shock from the cursed rod forced me to keep moving, driving me further down the hallway towards the central lobby.\n\nAs we made our way through the castle, I noticed that Celestia’s Royal Guard was on high alert. Multitudes of guardsponies were on duty and patrolling the castle; the absence of any mares in uniform made it obvious that the traitors were now in full control. But having the full force actively deployed suggested that the Caribou were not quite in a secure position yet, and that rebellion was an active concern for the new regime.\n\nThe men keenly observed my naked body as I was forcefully marched past them, their discipline no doubt maintained only by the presence of the bulls handling me. For my part, I took mental notes of their movements and strength of numbers, vital information should an opportunity to escape arise. For the time being I stood no chance however and could only comply, carrying myself with dignity in humiliating circumstances.\n\nAs we approached an overpass, I caught a brief glimpse of Shining Armor standing on a walkway below. From what little I could glance, he seemed to have delegated his former duties as Captain of the Royal Guard to his officer Orestes, and now fully assumed his position as prince. With servants and slaves in tow he inspected his troops as a dignitary, leaving the maintenance of battle readiness and discipline to his commanders.\n\nRows of female captives were presented to him, presumably selected prisoners taken from slave raids. But beside ponies I could see buffalos, zebras and griffins amongst them, which disconcertingly indicated that the Caribou’s influence now reached further afield than just Canterlot and its immediate surroundings. All of the unfortunate girls had been fully restrained as is the invaders’ wont. Each of them wore a large ball gag, and they were tied in such a way forced them to kneel, with ropes accentuating their physical assets while keeping their heads forcibly bowed.\n\nCadance slavishly crawled behind her husband as he inspected the latest captives, and at his command openly and shamelessly started fellating his member. At this signal one of the buffalos was forced face down, and the ropes retied to raise her rump up to the fallen prince. With his now erect stallion hood on proud display he walked up to her, running his fingers up and down the helpless, mewling cow’s vagina before inserting himself. Muffled shrieks and screams filled the hallway, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of hips as Shining Armor started raping her in public.\n\nI averted my eyes from the vile display of barbarity and kept walking. It is clear that these barbarians and their followers spare nopony this outrageous and despicable treatment. As the voices disappeared into the distance, I regretted my impotence and inability to assume my responsibilities as a princess of Equestria. I could only hope and prepare for an opportunity to arise that would allow us to reclaim our homeland and bring these savages to justice.\n\n\n————————\n\n\nSoon we reached what had once been the servants’ quarters, which was in the process of being repurposed into something more akin to a penitentiary. I was led into a holding room, and presented to one of the Caribou lords present. \n\nAnvari was his name, a stern bull charged with thoroughly evaluating freshly captured slaves, especially those deemed to have extraordinary potential. He was tall and relatively wiry of build, although his muscular physique was proof of a life of combat and tough physical labor. His voice was deep and authoritative and his silver eyes shone keenly with youthful vigor, but flecks of grey in his hair and fine wrinkles in his face betrayed his age. Older and clearly senior in status to my two minders, they addressed him with respect.\n\n“Greetings, Lord Anvari,” one of them spoke while saluting the elder Caribou. “This female has been prepared for your inspection, as requested.”\n\n“Ah yes, one of the king’s new slaves,” the bull replied, barely batting an eye at me as he flicked through the pages of a folder. “Put her in one of the chairs. I will take care of things from here.”\n\nI fought and struggled in vain as the two bulls dragged and manhandled me into what looked like a modified gynecologist’s chair. Taking the cuffs off my wrists, they shackled my arms firmly to the frame. My legs were spread and my hooves restrained in metal holders located at the sides my head, leaving me in humiliatingly exposed and vulnerable. I screamed and raged against my bonds, but to my chagrin the structure was solid and unbreakable.\n\n“Hmh, you’ve got some fight in you. King Dainn will be quite pleased with his latest acquisition,” Anvari commented, seemingly amused at my recalcitrance. ”He speaks highly of your physical qualities. I have been charged by the king to determine how to best put you to use.”\n\nAfter dismissing his two companions, Anvari placed the papers he held back in one of the many archives stored in the room. The bull was meticulous, paying keen attention to detail in both his work and the captives unfortunate enough to be placed into his care. Going by the rows of folders stacked on the shelves, he carefully documented his actions and the mares involved. The collection was of a disheartening size, indicating the scale and apparent success of the operation.\n\n“I have heard the stories about you. Our intelligence indicated that you might pose a formidable threat to our conquest, but it was preposterous to think a female would be capable enough to stop us,” he spoke while flipping through the pages of a stack of papers he picked up from the corner of his desk. “Evidently you are little more than just another mare, a mere cunt to be used for our pleasure. The men quite enjoyed your body, so the reports say. Now that your debt to them is repaid, your new life will begin in earnest.” \n\nThe Caribou had clearly done their homework before starting their invasion. From what I could glimpse the folder contained many pages and photos, but I could only guess what the contents were. Anvari was evidently privy to a lot of high-level intelligence, but whether he had been closely involved with the gathering of information or if it had simply been placed into his care afterwards was difficult to ascertain.\n\n“I have seen many captives with stubborn dispositions like yours. Mares, griffons, buffaloes, even dragons. But over the generations we have perfected the art of training fresh slaves into obedient, submissive sluts,” he said while he washed his hands in a nearby sink. “Countless females have found pleasure in servitude, regardless of their initial attitude. All cunts can be trained to obey, conditioned to lust for the pleasures of the flesh, and made to serve as is their station in life. You exist be be fucked, to be bred. All that is required from our part is to push the right buttons in order to achieve the desired behavior.\n\n“It’s my business to ensure each slave maximizes her potential, and to develop her body and mind so she may optimally perform in our service. As such I have personally overseen the development of many exceptional females. Some have the required mental predisposition by nature, but may lack certain physical qualities. Yet others may possess extraordinary physiques, but require significant behavioral adjustment in order to appropriately serve. We have the skills and knowledge to significantly augment and improve these attributes, depending on the owner’s preferences and the desired purpose for his slave.\n\n“Some are put into domestic service, others are turned into little more than cock sleeves existing purely for their master’s pleasure. Many will be reduced to mere animals, reared to become domestic pets or selected to be put to work as cattle, working the land or pulling carts. \n\n“It is the king’s habit to only keep a small selection of slaves, but the ones chosen to be taken into his possession are of exceptional quality and are rigorously trained to the highest standards. As both your appearance and comportment reflect on his position as leader of Equestria, nothing less than perfection will be demanded of you. Both your physical and mental development will be closely guided and monitored by some of the finest slave trainers in the land.\n\n“How arduous and punishing your journey will be depends on your attitude. Embrace submission, and your transformation will be uniquely pleasurable. Deny our gift and you will only prolong your suffering. Regardless, you would do well to understand that you are wholly owned and controlled by us. You will be trained and broken, and will kneel before your master’s hooves in gratitude alongside your whore of a sister.”\n\nThe suggestion was as repulsive as it was vulgar, not to mention insulting. I was furious, screaming and fighting against my restraints, wishing for a way to slap the wretch across the face. The bull ignored my protest however, and instead calmly drying off his hands with a towel.\n\n“You may not appreciate it at the moment, but there will come a day when you will thank your master for what he has done for you,” he continued. “Now then, let’s assess what I’m working with.”\n\nHis piercing eyes gave me the chills. This Caribou looked at me not as a pony but as a mere object, as one evaluating cattle. I felt incredibly vulnerable in my position, locked into the chair as I was with my legs spread wide open. I expected the bull to immediately start raping me, but to my surprise he reached out to my face first.\n\n“A pretty face indeed, adorned by a full, luscious mane. Symmetrical, gracile features, a healthy complexion and very pleasing to the eye. At least they weren’t wrong about you being a rare beauty,” he spoke, handling my face like a merchant inspecting goods. “The hornless look suits you.”\n\nThe bull then removed my ball gag to inspect my teeth. I immediately snapped at the bull’s fingers with full intent of amputating them, but he anticipated my move and quickly retracted his hand.\n\n“How dare you-“ I screamed at him, but my sentence was almost immediately cut off.\n\nClearly experienced in handling uncooperative captives, the Caribou foresaw my actions and with a quick move forced a penis gag down my throat, reaching around the back of my head to lock it in place.\n\n“Silence, cunt,” he spoke with an commanding voice. “You are nothing but a sex slave now, and will only speak when spoken to.”\n\n“MMH!! NHRMM!” I screamed, resolutely refusing his demand.\n\nIt was in that moment that I felt the chill of the Caribou’s magic taking hold of me once more. It spread instantly, permeating throughout skin, muscle and bone. My throat seemed to cramp up and my attempts to speak produced a horrible grating feeling in my vocal chords. It was excruciatingly painful, cutting my protest short almost instantly.\n\n“It hurts to form words, doesn’t it? That gag is a simple tool to teach fresh cunts like you some manners,” Anvari spoke, his voice betraying a hint of glee. “The more you try to speak, the stronger its effects will become. Do feel free to test your limits.”\n\nHis manner of speech was disgustingly objectifying and showed the downright depraved way of thinking of his kind, but I could only grumble in response. The phallic toy was uncomfortably large, reaching deeply down my throat. Any attempts to dislodge it with my tongue proved futile, much to my annoyance. The bull for his part was completely unbothered, continuing his evaluation as if it were routine. He seemed to have in-depth knowledge of anatomy, placing a high value on physical conformation and assessing my potential as a sex slave. He continued to inspect every inch of my body, using touch and a keen eye to make his judgements.\n\n“Hmm, a body gracile of build, and of fine quality indeed. Slim, but with curves and proportions that set you apart from most females. Free of physical defects and a well-balanced skeletal frame. You are tall for your kind, and have the legs to match,” the brute spoke, writing down his findings on a notepad before fixing his attention on my chest.\n\n“You are well-endowed indeed, slave. Your tits have an exceptionally pleasing shape and a youthful perkiness to them. I’d say you’re a prime candidate for augmentation. With the right treatment, you may even rival some of our largest cows,” Anvari said while copping a feel of my breasts. \n\nI twisted and struggled against my restraints in an attempt to shake off his groping, but the fiend was undeniably skilled with his hands. In contrast to his earlier rough handling, he fondled and cupped my breasts tenderly, teasing my nipples to full erection in no time. Observing my reactions closely, Anvari steadily broke down my facade of recalcitrance. He relentlessly pleasured me, quickly figuring out exactly what and how I liked it. Despite my firm rejection of his advances I soon felt myself no longer shying away from his touch. My muffled screams and shrieks died away, slowly turning into soft moans of pleasure no matter how hard I tried to suppress them.\n\n“Hnngh…” I exclaimed, unable to control my traitorous urges. \n\n“And you’re marvelously sensitive too. Conquering this land has yielded us bountiful treasure indeed, you’ll be a wonderful addition to the king’s harem,” Anvari spoke, content with his findings.\n\nHaving rendered a satisfactory assessment of my chest, the bull turned his attention further downwards. Running his hands down along the curves of my body, he groped my rump, giving me a rough squeeze.\n\n“Hmm, a narrow waist, wide hips and an ample ass. A luscious body, with healthy skin free of blemishes. It is rare to find females with an extraordinary figure like yours.\n\n“The reports say you have a rather hairy cunt, perhaps more so than your master prefers. But it is of no concern. You will be kept clean shaven for the time being, but if required we have more permanent solutions to make you fit your owner’s desired look for you.”\n\nThe detail to which Anvari’s assessment went was disgusting. It was yet another reminder that nothing is sacred to these vile savages. As part of our status as property, mares retain no rights, dignity or privacy. Intimate details are shared as freely as information from the latest catch or harvest, and in some cases publicized for all to see.\n\nI whimpered as he closely inspected my vagina, using his fingers to spread my lips and folds. He mercilessly probed and rubbed my vagina and clitoris, doggedly seeking out my pleasure spots. For all his crudeness and barbarity, I must reluctantly admit that I have never been touched in this manner before. He was evidently very experienced around the female sex, using both hands and fingers to tease me in all the right ways and places. No matter how steadfastly I refused to give in, my body soon started to surrender to pleasure, much to my assailant’s delight.\n\n“Aesthetically most pleasing…and wonderfully tight,” Anvari said. “It looks like you’re enjoying this, going by your dripping wet pussy. Let’s see you cum for me, slave.”\n\n“NHHH!! HRGGH!!” I screamed, willing ever fiber of my body to resist my primal, sexual urges.\n\nBut my recalcitrance was a pointless endeavor. The beast took out a vibrator and mercilessly teased my love bud, while simultaneously pleasuring me using his fingers. I fought it with all of my mental resolve, trying to distract my mind, anything to prevent the barbaric slaver from getting what he wanted. But each time I managed to somewhat regain control the fiend redoubled his efforts, applying just the right touch and pressure to provide continuous pleasure. His fingers found my g-spot with ease, and he teased and fingered me until I could not help but moan and squeal. My sate of arousal was obvious, and my struggles to resist the urge to climax achieved little more than entertain the savage. I tried to hold on for dear life, but every second it became more difficult to maintain my self-control.\n\n“Good, fight it slave. You’ll only succeed in making yourself cum harder,” Anvari spoke, continuing to refine his movements as he fingered my sex.\n\nTo my disgruntlement, he was right. I could do little more than moan as my body betrayed me completely. I soon stopped trying to escape his roving hands and vibrator, instead moving with them to drink in the pleasure. Every flick of his fingers seemed to feel better than the last, inexorably pushing me towards the edge.\n\nThe subsequent orgasm was incredible. I was overwhelmed by pleasure, leaving me moaning, screaming, gasping, trembling and squirting uncontrollably. For a moment my mind went completely blank, my will to resist lapsing momentarily as I allowed the waves of joy and bliss to flow over me.\n\n“Good girl. You are evidently quite the squirter, confirming some of the earlier reports,” Anvari said, drying off his hands on a towel. “Your body is sexually very responsive, although a life of restraint and modesty has clearly left you rather inhibited. It’ll be fun introducing you to your more lustful side. And although you may not admit it, I’m sure deep down you’ll be enjoying these new experiences as well.”\n\n“Nhh…mngh...” I wailed, unable to muster a coherent thought or response.\n \nUnbeknownst to me, the bull had unzipped his pants while I was riding out my orgasm. When I was finally able to regain my senses, I was met with the sight of his fully erect, throbbing member. It repulsed me. Although not comparable to Dainn in size and girth, he was still larger than the most well-endowed stallion I have ever seen. Before I knew it, he pushed the tip of his shaft against my labia, and thrust his hips forwards.\n\nI was still heavily aroused, and could not help but moan without restraint when he entered me. Inch by inch he forced himself into my sanctity, keenly observing my reactions as he effortlessly slid his penis into my slick vagina. I am loath and embarrassed to admit that it felt…incredible. For a moment I welcomed him inside of me, before regaining my composure and self control.\n\nI was entirely powerless to stop Anvari from raping me, however. The bull soon settled into a relatively gentle, slow rhythmic thrusting, a far cry from the ruthless, hard pounding I had been subjected to up until now. In contrast to my rape at the hands of Dainn and my Royal Guard, Anvari clearly was not attempting to simply satisfy his primal urges. The bull was meticulous and purposeful in his movements, eschewing the barbaric, hard thrusting that typified my earlier experiences.\n\nEven so, I was under no illusion that he cared for my enjoyment or pleasure, but rather wanted to judge my sexual value. He considered me to be little more than an object, to be used as he pleased to further his master’s goals. But regardless of how much I distanced myself mentally from the bastard, he was slowly but surely working me up again. His enormous cock stretched and filled me up in all the right ways, touching and rubbing me in all the right spots. He seemed to be acutely aware of whether he went too fast or too slow, gradually honing in on the rhythm I enjoyed the most.\n\nI have never had sex like that before. Reaching for my chest, Anvari started gently fondling my breasts, playfully rubbing, squeezing and tugging at my fully engorged nipples. To my vexation it felt great, far better than it should have considering the circumstances. My state of arousal meant that my body was highly receptive to sexual stimulation, especially at the hands of a highly experienced male like Anvari. I cursed the bull’s skill, but was completely helpless to resist my next orgasm.\n\n“Hngghh!! Mnnhh!!” I groaned into my ball gag, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable.\n\nI categorically refused to be made to climax like this. There was no spell forcing me into heat, nor did I sense any magical influence emanating from Anvari himself. And yet he was making me feel incredibly good, and I soon lost all control and inhibition, much to the bull’s delight.\n\n“Hrgh, I can already feel you tightening around my cock,” Anvari grunted with satisfaction, leaning in and speaking softly into my ear. “Despite your protestations, deep down you’re little more than a whore after all.”\n\nI could do nothing but moan in response. The way he moved, played with my breasts and the feeling of his breath in my neck somehow turned me on so much more than it should. Despite my best efforts, there was no way I could hold it in.\n\nThe orgasms came in quick succession. Each climax was more intense than the last, reducing me to a slobbering, trembling mess. I hated myself for being made to cum by this fiend. I hated his cock. The ease with with the man was able to make me orgasm was both perplexing and infuriating, but I had to begrudgingly admit that his sexual abilities were exceptional. And Anvari was evidently happy with my performance as well.\n\n“Magnificent, good girl. Cunts that cum easily are greatly prized. You would sell for a premium at the slave market, had you not been claimed by Lord Dainn himself,” Anvari commented. “Having a highly sexual slave is seen as desirable quality by many. There are potions and treatments that can improve these characteristics, but some say that having a naturally high sex drive is essential when it comes to turning females into wanton sluts.”\n\nThe notion repulsed me, but I was in no position to protest. The waves of pleasure kept coming and coming, leaving me almost catatonic as involuntary spasms wracked my body. But just when I thought the ordeal was over, I felt the tip of Anvari’s penis push against my rump.\n\nWhile I was enjoying my orgasm, the bull had opened a bottle of lubricant. After applying it to his member, he was preparing to rape me anally.\n\nI shrieked when he penetrated me. Slowly but surely he pushed his erect shaft up my rectum, forcing apart my sphincter and stretching out my innards. The lube made the insertion relatively smooth, but his cock was still far too girthy for me to take comfortably. \n\nMy disgusting treatment at the hands of Dainn had done nothing to accustom me to such a repulsive manner of violation. It was disgusting, inappropriate and embarrassing to be anally penetrated. I screamed, thrashing wildly against my bonds while I was once more desecrated in this utterly repugnant manner.\n\n“Your asshole is exceptionally tight, but you seem to have quite the aversion to anal sex,“ The Caribou grunted with satisfaction as he incrementally worked his way deeper up my rump, penetrating just a little bit deeper with every thrust. “But you’re brimming with potential, even if it’ll take some intensive training to fully release it.”\n\nI ignored his taunt, steeling myself against the onslaught. At the very least he wasn’t roughly hilting himself right from the start, but the relatively gentle entry did not make the anal rape any less insufferable. Slowly but surely Anvari probed deeper and deeper, gradually inserting himself up to his ring, and eventually working all the way up to the base of his cock. It was painful and unenjoyable to say the least, and I soon found myself begging for him to cum, just for the suffering to be over. And somewhat fortuitously, if it can be called as such, the savage evidently enjoyed the feeling of my rump.\n\nAnvari gradually broke with his initial gentle, slower rhythm, and started pumping harder and faster, hilting himself with each thrust of his penis. The bull’s composure soon broke down, degenerating into lustful grunts, groans and hoarse breaths as he was given over to pleasure. I closed my eyes shut, trying to at least mentally escape from this horrid fate - I detested that I could do little more than listen to the loud slapping of our hips that filled the air.\n\nFinally, Anvari came with a loud, primal roar. I hated the feeling of his pulsating cock ejaculating his repulsive seed deeply into my bowels. To my dismay he had plenty to give, repeatedly thrusting himself as far inside me as he could in order to release his disgusting load.\n\n“Hrgh! Haah…Rgh…” the bull groaned with satisfaction, panting as he emptied his testicles into my body.\n\nWhen Anvari finally retracted his member he left my sphincter gaping, leaving me to suffer through the disgusting feeling of his sperm leaking from my body. The bull cleaned himself off with water and a towel, washing his hands before zipping up his trousers. Evidently raping captives was just part of his daily routine, and he probably saw it as little more than one of perks of his line of work. He certainly gave little regard to emotional attachment and intimacy, immediately sitting down at his desk to write down his assessment.\n\n“Overall you have an outstanding body, doubtlessly one of the finest Equestria has to offer. You could be made to serve in any function and excel as a slave. But your standout feature is without doubt your ass; it would be a waste of your talent not to fully develop that part of your body,” Anvari spoke while finalizing his report. “Your attitude leaves much to be desired, however. You certainly have a lively spirit in you, but in the right hands that feistiness can be corrected to more suitable behavior. \n\n“I will inform the king of my findings. He will decide your fate and order the appropriate preparations to be made for the start of your training. In the mean time you will be kept under lock and key, and undergo preliminary preparation for your new station in life.”\n\n—————\n\nAt Anvari’s call the two Caribou guards returned, standing at attention upon their entry into the room.\n\n“I have matters to discuss with Lord Dainn,” Anvari spoke while filling a document carrier with some files. ”Seal the cunt up, and keep her cell guarded around the clock. See to it that no one enters without my express permission, is that understood?”\n\n“Of course, sir,” the guards replied, saluting their superior once more as he left the room.\n\nThe bulls took me down from the chair and manhandled me into one of the many prison cells, former servant rooms that had been converted specifically for the purpose of holding captives. The quarters had been stripped of all decorations, and the doors and windows now featured reinforced locks and iron bars. Sex toys, restraining devices and torture implements were neatly arranged on hooks and shelves. In the corner of my eye I saw a couple of dog bowls and a feeding trough near the far wall, hinting at the degrading treatment awaiting the hapless victims incarcerated here.\n\nThe brutes strapped me into a black, full-body latex suit, which covered me from head to hoof except for an opening between my legs. Any resistance was instantly punished with a quick jab of the cattle prod, forcing my compliance under threat of pain.\n\n“On your knees, slave,” the guard commanded, pushing me onto the floor.\n\nThe men forced my arms behind my back, shackling my wrists together. They then pulled a tight-fitting hood over my head, completely taking away my sight and leaving little more than my muzzle uncovered so I could breathe. To my disgruntlement my phallic gag was left locked firmly in place. The bulls lifted me onto a table, laid me flat on my back and restrained me, using leather straps to completely immobilize my head and body. Chains connecting to the outside of my knees spread my legs wide open, keeping my shame helplessly exposed. With my body now sealed inside my rubber prison and immobilized in a compromising position, the Caribou tightly wrapped my tail before taking some items off the shelves on the wall. \n\n“Lord Anvari has one more thing prepared for you, cunt. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” one of the bulls spoke.\n\nI recognized the clyster syringe the moment I felt the cold metal tip push against my sphincter.\n\n“Nh! Nhh hghnh!!” I wailed in horror, ignoring the pain radiating from my throat as I felt the infernal device enter my rump.\n\nThe guard showed no mercy, pushing onto the plunger to expel the liquid inside my bowels. The horrible cramps started immediately as fluid quickly filled up my intestines, gradually distending my stomach. The bull ignored my shrieks and screams at suffering this appalling indignity once more, emptying the full contents of the container before inserting an anal plug into my rectum, locking the fluid inside my intestines. \n\n“You’d better get used to this, [i]princess[/i],” the guard spoke mockingly. “Something tells me you’ll be in here for quite some time.”\n\nWith that the bulls left me, locking the door behind them. With the thick rubber hood covering my eyes I was left in complete darkness, in an utterly helpless state, in horrible discomfort and fearful of the fate that awaited me.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The past few months have been absolutely wretched. The endless desecration of my sanctity by the guards continued unabated from the day I was given over to their depravities. Every evening I was unceremoniously cleaned up with a bucket of cold water, and tied up in whatever position the guards’ perverted fantasies had thought up the day before. Day after day they forced themselves on me, gang raping me in every orifice without fail. I was subjected to constant humiliation and punishment for my supposed offenses; they particularly enjoyed whipping and paddling me, taking turns ejaculating on my face and covering my body in degrading writings. For sustenance I was fed only disgusting kibble, which for all intents and purposes was little more than pet food. Several times a day they forced me to eat from a dog bowl on all fours like an animal, taking pictures and videos of my disgrace, only to continue violating me after I had finished my foul-tasting meal.

Only after weeks of sexual depredation did they finally satiate their lust. It was almost a relief to finally be taken out of my cell by two Caribou attendants, instead of facing the hordes of horny stallions again. I was mistaken to expect better treatment however. I was gagged and handcuffed before my ankles were chained together, severely restricting my movement and ability to kick out at my handlers. Clearly they were taking no chances, and only when they were satisfied that my limbs were secured was I marched out of the prison door.

The first stop was the shower, where I was to be properly bathed and made presentable. There was little privacy to be had; I was tied eagle spread, with my wrists and ankles chained to the walls. Two cows were then called in to clean me up. It was a surprise to see the Caribou treated their women no better than they treated us mares. They were completely naked and voluptuous of build, more well-endowed than most mares. Wearing red collars similar to the one Cadance wore, they were completely submissive to the bulls in manners and speech. Their body jewelry glinted in the artificial light, and they had what looked like a Caribou hoof mark tattooed above their crotches.

Keeping their heads bowed they kneeled before the bulls’ hooves, bowing deeply in deference and respect.

“Clean her up, you cunts. This slave is to be made presentable for her evaluation. Is that understood?”

“Yes master, as you command,” the cows spoke in unison, keeping their foreheads pressed against the floor until the bulls left the room.

Once they rose to their hooves they immediately set to washing my body, turning on the shower and lathering up some soap. It was to be my first proper bathing in months.

“Looks like the masters had some fun with you,” one of the girls chirped. “You smell like a proper slave, of sex and cum.”

“But don’t worry sweetie, we’ll have you looking all cute and fuckable in no time,” said the other.

I ignored their comments, since their tone did not contain any hint of ill intent. Their manner of speech did not show much sophistication or intelligence, which came as no surprise assuming that they had lived their entire lives as a slaves. Educating cows clearly held no importance in their society. I felt for the poor creatures, but they did genuinely seem unbothered by their lot in life, and seemingly even enjoyed it. The denigrating treatment at the hands of their men as well as their overt sexualization seemed to be completely normalized part of their daily lives.

One of the cows started shampooing my mane, gently cleaning my hair and massaging my scalp. In the mean time the other thoroughly soaped up my body, softly running her hands along my curves and folds, and fondling my breasts all over.

“Mmh, a nice pair of tits you got. Perky too! Your master will love them I’m sure. If you’re lucky he might even make them grow bigger, like he did for us,” she commented while continuing to soap me up.

Although I objected to being touched in such an intimate way by another female, finally feeling some warm water on my skin again was a delight. Feeling the coating of disgusting filth being washed off my skin and out of my mane was heavenly. Their invasiveness and lack of modesty were disagreeable however, and I made my protest known with a grumble while attempting to shake off their roving hands.

“Ooh, you’re feisty one! The masters will know what to do with you, they’ll teach you how to be a good girl,” one of the cows said. “A lot of fresh cunts are like you at first, but all slaves end up obedient and submissive, eventually.”

“MMRRGH!!” I growled, disgusted at the notion.

I fought and struggled against my bonds, but there was no way I was going to be able to break the chains. The shackles around my wrists and ankles fit too tightly to slip my hands and hooves out, to my displeasure.

“Ah, I know how to brighten up your mood and make you feel better!” the cow exclaimed with a chirp.

Sensually slipping her hands down from my chest towards my intimate area, she reached between my legs and started fingering me. I shuddered as she touched me ever so gently, softly running her fingers along my labia. To her credit, she did know how to use her hands, and I soon felt my body starting to respond to the stimulation. Responding to my heightening state of arousal, the cow gradually increased her rhythm and teased my clitoris, soon coaxing out some moans.

To my consternation, the cow standing behind me dropped down on her knees. I felt her grab hold of my rump cheeks, and spread them apart. Before I realized what she was planning to do, she pushed her muzzle underneath my tail and…started licking my anus.

I screamed with revulsion. Although the months of daily gang rape at the hands of my guards had been utterly despicable, neither mare nor stallion had ever violated me in such a repulsive manner. No body part, and certainly not somepony’s tongue, should ever come close to such a private area. She clearly did not share my objections however, eagerly flicking her tongue across and along the rim of my lower orifice.

My futile attempts to shake the cow off only made her grab a firmer hold of my hips. Redoubling her efforts, she started licking me with increased vigor, gleefully lathering her tongue all along my cleft and happily toying with my anus. And then, to my horror, I felt her push the tip of her tongue firmly against my sphincter. I clenched as hard as I could, but with a slow but steady push she penetrated my body, settling into a rhythm as she thrust and twisted her tongue in and out of my rumphole.

“MNNHHH!!” I screamed in misery, categorically refusing the depraved sense of pleasure she was forcing upon me.

But both girls were exceptionally skilled, and clearly weren’t going to let up. Whether it was due to their sexual abilities or any lingering effects of the Caribou’s libido-altering magic, they were inexorably pushing me towards the brink of orgasm. Sensing that I was about to climax, both girls redoubled their efforts, vigorously stimulating my clitoris and anus.

I was helpless to stop it. A loud moan escaped my mouth as sexual pleasure overwhelmed all of my senses. My traitorous body shook and trembled as I came, leaving me gasping for air.

“There now, didn’t that feel good?” one of the girls softly whispered in my ear while hugging me.

It was the first time I had been made to orgasm by another female. It felt good but I kept my silence, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over me without admitting to my enjoyment.

When I regained control of my senses, I saw that the girls had fetched a razor and a tube of shaving cream. Lathering up my pubic area and armpits, the girls proceeded to remove the hair that had regrown over the past months.

“Mmh, you grow back thick,” the cow handling the razor commented. “Custom demands that fresh slaves in training remain clean-shaven, although your owner will eventually dictate how you are kept, depending on his preferences.”

Assuming oppressive control of females seems to be a central tenet of the way the Caribou treat their captives. Dictating a slave’s looks emphasizes her master’s ownership of her body, whereas the strict protocols governing her behavior demonstrates a master’s dominance over his slave’s mind. Females are reduced to mere property, beholden to their owners’ will and completely bereft of any agency.

I was given another display of these despicable customs when the bulls returned.

After being rinsed down and toweled off by the cows, the two bulls grabbed a firm hold of my wrists before unshackling me, effortlessly twisting and tying my arms behind my back despite my resistance. My hooves were shackled together with a short chain to prevent me from kicking and running, before I was taken out of the showers and sat down on a stool in the adjacent room. One of the cows dutifully blow dried and brushed my mane and tail as ordered, whereas the bulls took the other to sate their base desires.

If it weren’t for the cow’s moans and squeals of obvious delight, I would have described the sordid spectacle as violent rape. But she was clearly a willing participant, going down on her knees as commanded and pleasuring both men with her hands and mouth. The girl was evidently very experienced, expertly using her lips, tongue and throat to stimulate and worship both penises and testicles. The small pool of fluid forming between her legs made her state of heavy arousal apparent to all.

Both bulls were soon standing at full mast. They were enormous, easily putting most stallions to shame. One of them moved behind the cow, sweeping her up with his muscular arms and spreading her legs before lowering her onto his engorged shaft. The girl let out a loud, excited moan as the tip penetrated her anus. At the same time, the other bull stepped up to her, and inserted his erect member into her exposed vagina.

“Thank you! Aah! Thank you so much, please enjoy the use of my cunt and asshole!” the cow exclaimed.

They treated her roughly, squeezing her throat and slapping her chest and rump. The poor girl was used as little more than a sex toy, a set of holes existing purely for the pleasure of men. It was detestable abuse, violating all sense of respect and civility towards the fairer sex. But the cow clearly saw things differently. I could see her climaxing, shaking and trembling wildly as she squirted. Her face was flushed and her nipples erect, and her vagina was clearly slick with arousal. Her primal, guttural moans left no doubt regarding her state of ecstasy, which only seemed to heighten the rougher and harder the bulls trusted their cocks into her.

I beheld the spectacle in disbelief, unable to comprehend how somepony could derive pleasure from such degrading treatment. But the way she squealed when they fondled her breasts and contorted her body with each orgasm indicated that she was truly enjoying this depraved form of sex. I could not help but wonder if this was a natural disposition of her kind, or rather what she had been taught to lust after. Regardless, I was determined not to let the same happen to me.

Both men lasted a considerable while, easily making the girl climax over and over again. They switched positions various times, using her mouth, vagina and anus in equal measure. The cow for her part willingly indulged their perversions, obediently assuming any posture as ordered and performing any sex act demanded of her. How she was able to take such length down her throat I could not fathom, but she clearly performed with distinction. The bull grabbed hold of her head, roughly trusting his hips and using her as little more than a sex toy.

“Hrrrghh!” he groaned loudly, panting as he finally came.

I could see his member throb as he emptied his testicles inside the cow’s body. His companion had likewise reached the peak of ecstasy, hilting himself repeatedly inside her vagina while pumping her full of his seed. The girl clearly loved it, squealing and climaxing as she squirted and swallowed as much sperm as she could. The bulls had plenty to give, withdrawing themselves and ejaculating all over the cow as she slumped to the floor, before leaving their thoroughly used plaything to ride out her final orgasm.

The sex romp had been more than long enough for me to be made presentable. With her duties completed, my attendant had sat down on her knees at my side, keeping her head submissively bowed and passively awaiting further instructions. Her next command came soon enough, when one of the bulls turned towards us and snapped his fingers.

The cow that had been grooming me understood the cue instantly, hurriedly crawling towards him and presenting her mouth wide open to clean off the bull’s still-erect manhood. And she did more than just clean him. She worshipped his cock, sucking it clean of any excess bodily fluids, taking it deeply down her throat. She kissed it, rubbed her face against it, and lovingly stroked it, disregarding the fact that it had just been inside her friend’s orifices.

“Good girl,” the bull spoke, still panting from his exertions. “Clean her up after you’re done. You will receive your reward when we return.”

He petted her on the head, smiling while she continued fellating him. For a moment their eyes locked, and the look on her face was one of loving bliss. Although I could not understand it, this seemed to be the closest thing these savages have to a loving relationship - the connection between master and slave, based on dominance and submission rather than love and mutual respect.

Part of me felt for these poor girls, having known nothing but oppression and sexual objectification throughout their lives. It was a twisted way of thinking, so perverse that anypony should not feel anything besides revulsion at its display. Yet to the Caribou it seemed to be completely normal and acceptable. The thought of these invaders imposing their corrupt ways upon Equestria troubles me greatly, and I could not help but wonder what unspeakable suffering our ponies will have to endure before the end.

Having thoroughly cleaned the bulls genitals, the cow hurriedly crawled over to the other guard to give him the same treatment. Once the men got dressed, they turned their attention to me once more.

“It’s time you were properly processed. Now that your former men have had their fill, you will start your slave training in earnest,” one of them said gleefully. “Everyone has been eagerly anticipating you following in your sister’s hoofsteps. Word has it that deep down, she has quite the whorish side to her. The men are already betting on which one of you cunts will break first.”

I refused to entertain his taunt, maintaining my silence and dignity to deny the savage his enjoyment. A leash was attached to the metal ring of my collar, before I was lifted from my stool and given a painful shock with a cattle prod.

“Walk! Your trainer awaits you,” the sadistic brute barked. “You would do well not to test his patience, or ours for that matter.”

With that, I was unceremoniously marched back into the castle halls.


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It was a humiliating walk. The ropework hurt my arms, chafing my skin and forcing my limbs into an unnatural and highly uncomfortable position. The chains around my ankles prevented me from taking normal strides, making the walk slower than usual. Each time my pace slackened the barbarians cruelly jabbed me in the back with the rod, reminding me to keep up the pace. The men didn’t seem to truly mind though, taking delight in torturing and displaying me as a prisoner and slave.

When we approached the main hall I was met with a tragic sight. I could see the destruction wrought during the castle’s fall had been cleared away, with much of the damage now repaired. Many of the paintings, tapestries and other ornaments deemed inappropriate by the Caribou had been removed. The eloquent statues and stained glass celebrating Equestrian liberty and equality were gone.

In their place were now the hapless former guardsmares, chained to the walls in various obscene positions fully exposing their shame. Some were eagle spread, their bodies suspended by chains that connected to the ceiling. Others were bent forward at the waist, with their collars chained to the floor and their legs spread apart by steel bars. Many had large metal rings forced into their mouths, keeping their jaws locked wide open and preventing them from biting any stallion desiring to rape them orally.

But whatever their predicament, all the girls were restrained in positions that allowed unrestricted access to their genitals or mouths. All were fully hooded, stripping them of their identity and reducing them to mere sex toys for the stallions’ usage. They had obviously been raped extensively - excess sperm leaked from their orifices, staining the floor. Some were covered in semen, and many had tally marks drawn onto their bodies indicating the number of times they had been used. At the side of each captive knelt a mare wearing the crimson red collar of willing slaves, keeping her head submissively bowed and holding a towel at the ready to clean off the stallions after the deed.

My heart went out to these hapless ponies, who undoubtedly had suffered through several months of sexual humiliation and abuse. I wished there was something I could do to comfort them and relieve their distress, but a timely shock from the cursed rod forced me to keep moving, driving me further down the hallway towards the central lobby.

As we made our way through the castle, I noticed that Celestia’s Royal Guard was on high alert. Multitudes of guardsponies were on duty and patrolling the castle; the absence of any mares in uniform made it obvious that the traitors were now in full control. But having the full force actively deployed suggested that the Caribou were not quite in a secure position yet, and that rebellion was an active concern for the new regime.

The men keenly observed my naked body as I was forcefully marched past them, their discipline no doubt maintained only by the presence of the bulls handling me. For my part, I took mental notes of their movements and strength of numbers, vital information should an opportunity to escape arise. For the time being I stood no chance however and could only comply, carrying myself with dignity in humiliating circumstances.

As we approached an overpass, I caught a brief glimpse of Shining Armor standing on a walkway below. From what little I could glance, he seemed to have delegated his former duties as Captain of the Royal Guard to his officer Orestes, and now fully assumed his position as prince. With servants and slaves in tow he inspected his troops as a dignitary, leaving the maintenance of battle readiness and discipline to his commanders.

Rows of female captives were presented to him, presumably selected prisoners taken from slave raids. But beside ponies I could see buffalos, zebras and griffins amongst them, which disconcertingly indicated that the Caribou’s influence now reached further afield than just Canterlot and its immediate surroundings. All of the unfortunate girls had been fully restrained as is the invaders’ wont. Each of them wore a large ball gag, and they were tied in such a way forced them to kneel, with ropes accentuating their physical assets while keeping their heads forcibly bowed.

Cadance slavishly crawled behind her husband as he inspected the latest captives, and at his command openly and shamelessly started fellating his member. At this signal one of the buffalos was forced face down, and the ropes retied to raise her rump up to the fallen prince. With his now erect stallion hood on proud display he walked up to her, running his fingers up and down the helpless, mewling cow’s vagina before inserting himself. Muffled shrieks and screams filled the hallway, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of hips as Shining Armor started raping her in public.

I averted my eyes from the vile display of barbarity and kept walking. It is clear that these barbarians and their followers spare nopony this outrageous and despicable treatment. As the voices disappeared into the distance, I regretted my impotence and inability to assume my responsibilities as a princess of Equestria. I could only hope and prepare for an opportunity to arise that would allow us to reclaim our homeland and bring these savages to justice.


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Soon we reached what had once been the servants’ quarters, which was in the process of being repurposed into something more akin to a penitentiary. I was led into a holding room, and presented to one of the Caribou lords present.

Anvari was his name, a stern bull charged with thoroughly evaluating freshly captured slaves, especially those deemed to have extraordinary potential. He was tall and relatively wiry of build, although his muscular physique was proof of a life of combat and tough physical labor. His voice was deep and authoritative and his silver eyes shone keenly with youthful vigor, but flecks of grey in his hair and fine wrinkles in his face betrayed his age. Older and clearly senior in status to my two minders, they addressed him with respect.

“Greetings, Lord Anvari,” one of them spoke while saluting the elder Caribou. “This female has been prepared for your inspection, as requested.”

“Ah yes, one of the king’s new slaves,” the bull replied, barely batting an eye at me as he flicked through the pages of a folder. “Put her in one of the chairs. I will take care of things from here.”

I fought and struggled in vain as the two bulls dragged and manhandled me into what looked like a modified gynecologist’s chair. Taking the cuffs off my wrists, they shackled my arms firmly to the frame. My legs were spread and my hooves restrained in metal holders located at the sides my head, leaving me in humiliatingly exposed and vulnerable. I screamed and raged against my bonds, but to my chagrin the structure was solid and unbreakable.

“Hmh, you’ve got some fight in you. King Dainn will be quite pleased with his latest acquisition,” Anvari commented, seemingly amused at my recalcitrance. ”He speaks highly of your physical qualities. I have been charged by the king to determine how to best put you to use.”

After dismissing his two companions, Anvari placed the papers he held back in one of the many archives stored in the room. The bull was meticulous, paying keen attention to detail in both his work and the captives unfortunate enough to be placed into his care. Going by the rows of folders stacked on the shelves, he carefully documented his actions and the mares involved. The collection was of a disheartening size, indicating the scale and apparent success of the operation.

“I have heard the stories about you. Our intelligence indicated that you might pose a formidable threat to our conquest, but it was preposterous to think a female would be capable enough to stop us,” he spoke while flipping through the pages of a stack of papers he picked up from the corner of his desk. “Evidently you are little more than just another mare, a mere cunt to be used for our pleasure. The men quite enjoyed your body, so the reports say. Now that your debt to them is repaid, your new life will begin in earnest.”

The Caribou had clearly done their homework before starting their invasion. From what I could glimpse the folder contained many pages and photos, but I could only guess what the contents were. Anvari was evidently privy to a lot of high-level intelligence, but whether he had been closely involved with the gathering of information or if it had simply been placed into his care afterwards was difficult to ascertain.

“I have seen many captives with stubborn dispositions like yours. Mares, griffons, buffaloes, even dragons. But over the generations we have perfected the art of training fresh slaves into obedient, submissive sluts,” he said while he washed his hands in a nearby sink. “Countless females have found pleasure in servitude, regardless of their initial attitude. All cunts can be trained to obey, conditioned to lust for the pleasures of the flesh, and made to serve as is their station in life. You exist be be fucked, to be bred. All that is required from our part is to push the right buttons in order to achieve the desired behavior.

“It’s my business to ensure each slave maximizes her potential, and to develop her body and mind so she may optimally perform in our service. As such I have personally overseen the development of many exceptional females. Some have the required mental predisposition by nature, but may lack certain physical qualities. Yet others may possess extraordinary physiques, but require significant behavioral adjustment in order to appropriately serve. We have the skills and knowledge to significantly augment and improve these attributes, depending on the owner’s preferences and the desired purpose for his slave.

“Some are put into domestic service, others are turned into little more than cock sleeves existing purely for their master’s pleasure. Many will be reduced to mere animals, reared to become domestic pets or selected to be put to work as cattle, working the land or pulling carts.

“It is the king’s habit to only keep a small selection of slaves, but the ones chosen to be taken into his possession are of exceptional quality and are rigorously trained to the highest standards. As both your appearance and comportment reflect on his position as leader of Equestria, nothing less than perfection will be demanded of you. Both your physical and mental development will be closely guided and monitored by some of the finest slave trainers in the land.

“How arduous and punishing your journey will be depends on your attitude. Embrace submission, and your transformation will be uniquely pleasurable. Deny our gift and you will only prolong your suffering. Regardless, you would do well to understand that you are wholly owned and controlled by us. You will be trained and broken, and will kneel before your master’s hooves in gratitude alongside your whore of a sister.”

The suggestion was as repulsive as it was vulgar, not to mention insulting. I was furious, screaming and fighting against my restraints, wishing for a way to slap the wretch across the face. The bull ignored my protest however, and instead calmly drying off his hands with a towel.

“You may not appreciate it at the moment, but there will come a day when you will thank your master for what he has done for you,” he continued. “Now then, let’s assess what I’m working with.”

His piercing eyes gave me the chills. This Caribou looked at me not as a pony but as a mere object, as one evaluating cattle. I felt incredibly vulnerable in my position, locked into the chair as I was with my legs spread wide open. I expected the bull to immediately start raping me, but to my surprise he reached out to my face first.

“A pretty face indeed, adorned by a full, luscious mane. Symmetrical, gracile features, a healthy complexion and very pleasing to the eye. At least they weren’t wrong about you being a rare beauty,” he spoke, handling my face like a merchant inspecting goods. “The hornless look suits you.”

The bull then removed my ball gag to inspect my teeth. I immediately snapped at the bull’s fingers with full intent of amputating them, but he anticipated my move and quickly retracted his hand.

“How dare you-“ I screamed at him, but my sentence was almost immediately cut off.

Clearly experienced in handling uncooperative captives, the Caribou foresaw my actions and with a quick move forced a penis gag down my throat, reaching around the back of my head to lock it in place.

“Silence, cunt,” he spoke with an commanding voice. “You are nothing but a sex slave now, and will only speak when spoken to.”

“MMH!! NHRMM!” I screamed, resolutely refusing his demand.

It was in that moment that I felt the chill of the Caribou’s magic taking hold of me once more. It spread instantly, permeating throughout skin, muscle and bone. My throat seemed to cramp up and my attempts to speak produced a horrible grating feeling in my vocal chords. It was excruciatingly painful, cutting my protest short almost instantly.

“It hurts to form words, doesn’t it? That gag is a simple tool to teach fresh cunts like you some manners,” Anvari spoke, his voice betraying a hint of glee. “The more you try to speak, the stronger its effects will become. Do feel free to test your limits.”

His manner of speech was disgustingly objectifying and showed the downright depraved way of thinking of his kind, but I could only grumble in response. The phallic toy was uncomfortably large, reaching deeply down my throat. Any attempts to dislodge it with my tongue proved futile, much to my annoyance. The bull for his part was completely unbothered, continuing his evaluation as if it were routine. He seemed to have in-depth knowledge of anatomy, placing a high value on physical conformation and assessing my potential as a sex slave. He continued to inspect every inch of my body, using touch and a keen eye to make his judgements.

“Hmm, a body gracile of build, and of fine quality indeed. Slim, but with curves and proportions that set you apart from most females. Free of physical defects and a well-balanced skeletal frame. You are tall for your kind, and have the legs to match,” the brute spoke, writing down his findings on a notepad before fixing his attention on my chest.

“You are well-endowed indeed, slave. Your tits have an exceptionally pleasing shape and a youthful perkiness to them. I’d say you’re a prime candidate for augmentation. With the right treatment, you may even rival some of our largest cows,” Anvari said while copping a feel of my breasts.

I twisted and struggled against my restraints in an attempt to shake off his groping, but the fiend was undeniably skilled with his hands. In contrast to his earlier rough handling, he fondled and cupped my breasts tenderly, teasing my nipples to full erection in no time. Observing my reactions closely, Anvari steadily broke down my facade of recalcitrance. He relentlessly pleasured me, quickly figuring out exactly what and how I liked it. Despite my firm rejection of his advances I soon felt myself no longer shying away from his touch. My muffled screams and shrieks died away, slowly turning into soft moans of pleasure no matter how hard I tried to suppress them.

“Hnngh…” I exclaimed, unable to control my traitorous urges.

“And you’re marvelously sensitive too. Conquering this land has yielded us bountiful treasure indeed, you’ll be a wonderful addition to the king’s harem,” Anvari spoke, content with his findings.

Having rendered a satisfactory assessment of my chest, the bull turned his attention further downwards. Running his hands down along the curves of my body, he groped my rump, giving me a rough squeeze.

“Hmm, a narrow waist, wide hips and an ample ass. A luscious body, with healthy skin free of blemishes. It is rare to find females with an extraordinary figure like yours.

“The reports say you have a rather hairy cunt, perhaps more so than your master prefers. But it is of no concern. You will be kept clean shaven for the time being, but if required we have more permanent solutions to make you fit your owner’s desired look for you.”

The detail to which Anvari’s assessment went was disgusting. It was yet another reminder that nothing is sacred to these vile savages. As part of our status as property, mares retain no rights, dignity or privacy. Intimate details are shared as freely as information from the latest catch or harvest, and in some cases publicized for all to see.

I whimpered as he closely inspected my vagina, using his fingers to spread my lips and folds. He mercilessly probed and rubbed my vagina and clitoris, doggedly seeking out my pleasure spots. For all his crudeness and barbarity, I must reluctantly admit that I have never been touched in this manner before. He was evidently very experienced around the female sex, using both hands and fingers to tease me in all the right ways and places. No matter how steadfastly I refused to give in, my body soon started to surrender to pleasure, much to my assailant’s delight.

“Aesthetically most pleasing…and wonderfully tight,” Anvari said. “It looks like you’re enjoying this, going by your dripping wet pussy. Let’s see you cum for me, slave.”

“NHHH!! HRGGH!!” I screamed, willing ever fiber of my body to resist my primal, sexual urges.

But my recalcitrance was a pointless endeavor. The beast took out a vibrator and mercilessly teased my love bud, while simultaneously pleasuring me using his fingers. I fought it with all of my mental resolve, trying to distract my mind, anything to prevent the barbaric slaver from getting what he wanted. But each time I managed to somewhat regain control the fiend redoubled his efforts, applying just the right touch and pressure to provide continuous pleasure. His fingers found my g-spot with ease, and he teased and fingered me until I could not help but moan and squeal. My sate of arousal was obvious, and my struggles to resist the urge to climax achieved little more than entertain the savage. I tried to hold on for dear life, but every second it became more difficult to maintain my self-control.

“Good, fight it slave. You’ll only succeed in making yourself cum harder,” Anvari spoke, continuing to refine his movements as he fingered my sex.

To my disgruntlement, he was right. I could do little more than moan as my body betrayed me completely. I soon stopped trying to escape his roving hands and vibrator, instead moving with them to drink in the pleasure. Every flick of his fingers seemed to feel better than the last, inexorably pushing me towards the edge.

The subsequent orgasm was incredible. I was overwhelmed by pleasure, leaving me moaning, screaming, gasping, trembling and squirting uncontrollably. For a moment my mind went completely blank, my will to resist lapsing momentarily as I allowed the waves of joy and bliss to flow over me.

“Good girl. You are evidently quite the squirter, confirming some of the earlier reports,” Anvari said, drying off his hands on a towel. “Your body is sexually very responsive, although a life of restraint and modesty has clearly left you rather inhibited. It’ll be fun introducing you to your more lustful side. And although you may not admit it, I’m sure deep down you’ll be enjoying these new experiences as well.”

“Nhh…mngh...” I wailed, unable to muster a coherent thought or response.
 
Unbeknownst to me, the bull had unzipped his pants while I was riding out my orgasm. When I was finally able to regain my senses, I was met with the sight of his fully erect, throbbing member. It repulsed me. Although not comparable to Dainn in size and girth, he was still larger than the most well-endowed stallion I have ever seen. Before I knew it, he pushed the tip of his shaft against my labia, and thrust his hips forwards.

I was still heavily aroused, and could not help but moan without restraint when he entered me. Inch by inch he forced himself into my sanctity, keenly observing my reactions as he effortlessly slid his penis into my slick vagina. I am loath and embarrassed to admit that it felt…incredible. For a moment I welcomed him inside of me, before regaining my composure and self control.

I was entirely powerless to stop Anvari from raping me, however. The bull soon settled into a relatively gentle, slow rhythmic thrusting, a far cry from the ruthless, hard pounding I had been subjected to up until now. In contrast to my rape at the hands of Dainn and my Royal Guard, Anvari clearly was not attempting to simply satisfy his primal urges. The bull was meticulous and purposeful in his movements, eschewing the barbaric, hard thrusting that typified my earlier experiences.

Even so, I was under no illusion that he cared for my enjoyment or pleasure, but rather wanted to judge my sexual value. He considered me to be little more than an object, to be used as he pleased to further his master’s goals. But regardless of how much I distanced myself mentally from the bastard, he was slowly but surely working me up again. His enormous cock stretched and filled me up in all the right ways, touching and rubbing me in all the right spots. He seemed to be acutely aware of whether he went too fast or too slow, gradually honing in on the rhythm I enjoyed the most.

I have never had sex like that before. Reaching for my chest, Anvari started gently fondling my breasts, playfully rubbing, squeezing and tugging at my fully engorged nipples. To my vexation it felt great, far better than it should have considering the circumstances. My state of arousal meant that my body was highly receptive to sexual stimulation, especially at the hands of a highly experienced male like Anvari. I cursed the bull’s skill, but was completely helpless to resist my next orgasm.

“Hngghh!! Mnnhh!!” I groaned into my ball gag, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable.

I categorically refused to be made to climax like this. There was no spell forcing me into heat, nor did I sense any magical influence emanating from Anvari himself. And yet he was making me feel incredibly good, and I soon lost all control and inhibition, much to the bull’s delight.

“Hrgh, I can already feel you tightening around my cock,” Anvari grunted with satisfaction, leaning in and speaking softly into my ear. “Despite your protestations, deep down you’re little more than a whore after all.”

I could do nothing but moan in response. The way he moved, played with my breasts and the feeling of his breath in my neck somehow turned me on so much more than it should. Despite my best efforts, there was no way I could hold it in.

The orgasms came in quick succession. Each climax was more intense than the last, reducing me to a slobbering, trembling mess. I hated myself for being made to cum by this fiend. I hated his cock. The ease with with the man was able to make me orgasm was both perplexing and infuriating, but I had to begrudgingly admit that his sexual abilities were exceptional. And Anvari was evidently happy with my performance as well.

“Magnificent, good girl. Cunts that cum easily are greatly prized. You would sell for a premium at the slave market, had you not been claimed by Lord Dainn himself,” Anvari commented. “Having a highly sexual slave is seen as desirable quality by many. There are potions and treatments that can improve these characteristics, but some say that having a naturally high sex drive is essential when it comes to turning females into wanton sluts.”

The notion repulsed me, but I was in no position to protest. The waves of pleasure kept coming and coming, leaving me almost catatonic as involuntary spasms wracked my body. But just when I thought the ordeal was over, I felt the tip of Anvari’s penis push against my rump.

While I was enjoying my orgasm, the bull had opened a bottle of lubricant. After applying it to his member, he was preparing to rape me anally.

I shrieked when he penetrated me. Slowly but surely he pushed his erect shaft up my rectum, forcing apart my sphincter and stretching out my innards. The lube made the insertion relatively smooth, but his cock was still far too girthy for me to take comfortably.

My disgusting treatment at the hands of Dainn had done nothing to accustom me to such a repulsive manner of violation. It was disgusting, inappropriate and embarrassing to be anally penetrated. I screamed, thrashing wildly against my bonds while I was once more desecrated in this utterly repugnant manner.

“Your asshole is exceptionally tight, but you seem to have quite the aversion to anal sex,“ The Caribou grunted with satisfaction as he incrementally worked his way deeper up my rump, penetrating just a little bit deeper with every thrust. “But you’re brimming with potential, even if it’ll take some intensive training to fully release it.”

I ignored his taunt, steeling myself against the onslaught. At the very least he wasn’t roughly hilting himself right from the start, but the relatively gentle entry did not make the anal rape any less insufferable. Slowly but surely Anvari probed deeper and deeper, gradually inserting himself up to his ring, and eventually working all the way up to the base of his cock. It was painful and unenjoyable to say the least, and I soon found myself begging for him to cum, just for the suffering to be over. And somewhat fortuitously, if it can be called as such, the savage evidently enjoyed the feeling of my rump.

Anvari gradually broke with his initial gentle, slower rhythm, and started pumping harder and faster, hilting himself with each thrust of his penis. The bull’s composure soon broke down, degenerating into lustful grunts, groans and hoarse breaths as he was given over to pleasure. I closed my eyes shut, trying to at least mentally escape from this horrid fate - I detested that I could do little more than listen to the loud slapping of our hips that filled the air.

Finally, Anvari came with a loud, primal roar. I hated the feeling of his pulsating cock ejaculating his repulsive seed deeply into my bowels. To my dismay he had plenty to give, repeatedly thrusting himself as far inside me as he could in order to release his disgusting load.

“Hrgh! Haah…Rgh…” the bull groaned with satisfaction, panting as he emptied his testicles into my body.

When Anvari finally retracted his member he left my sphincter gaping, leaving me to suffer through the disgusting feeling of his sperm leaking from my body. The bull cleaned himself off with water and a towel, washing his hands before zipping up his trousers. Evidently raping captives was just part of his daily routine, and he probably saw it as little more than one of perks of his line of work. He certainly gave little regard to emotional attachment and intimacy, immediately sitting down at his desk to write down his assessment.

“Overall you have an outstanding body, doubtlessly one of the finest Equestria has to offer. You could be made to serve in any function and excel as a slave. But your standout feature is without doubt your ass; it would be a waste of your talent not to fully develop that part of your body,” Anvari spoke while finalizing his report. “Your attitude leaves much to be desired, however. You certainly have a lively spirit in you, but in the right hands that feistiness can be corrected to more suitable behavior.

“I will inform the king of my findings. He will decide your fate and order the appropriate preparations to be made for the start of your training. In the mean time you will be kept under lock and key, and undergo preliminary preparation for your new station in life.”

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At Anvari’s call the two Caribou guards returned, standing at attention upon their entry into the room.

“I have matters to discuss with Lord Dainn,” Anvari spoke while filling a document carrier with some files. ”Seal the cunt up, and keep her cell guarded around the clock. See to it that no one enters without my express permission, is that understood?”

“Of course, sir,” the guards replied, saluting their superior once more as he left the room.

The bulls took me down from the chair and manhandled me into one of the many prison cells, former servant rooms that had been converted specifically for the purpose of holding captives. The quarters had been stripped of all decorations, and the doors and windows now featured reinforced locks and iron bars. Sex toys, restraining devices and torture implements were neatly arranged on hooks and shelves. In the corner of my eye I saw a couple of dog bowls and a feeding trough near the far wall, hinting at the degrading treatment awaiting the hapless victims incarcerated here.

The brutes strapped me into a black, full-body latex suit, which covered me from head to hoof except for an opening between my legs. Any resistance was instantly punished with a quick jab of the cattle prod, forcing my compliance under threat of pain.

“On your knees, slave,” the guard commanded, pushing me onto the floor.

The men forced my arms behind my back, shackling my wrists together. They then pulled a tight-fitting hood over my head, completely taking away my sight and leaving little more than my muzzle uncovered so I could breathe. To my disgruntlement my phallic gag was left locked firmly in place. The bulls lifted me onto a table, laid me flat on my back and restrained me, using leather straps to completely immobilize my head and body. Chains connecting to the outside of my knees spread my legs wide open, keeping my shame helplessly exposed. With my body now sealed inside my rubber prison and immobilized in a compromising position, the Caribou tightly wrapped my tail before taking some items off the shelves on the wall.

“Lord Anvari has one more thing prepared for you, cunt. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” one of the bulls spoke.

I recognized the clyster syringe the moment I felt the cold metal tip push against my sphincter.

“Nh! Nhh hghnh!!” I wailed in horror, ignoring the pain radiating from my throat as I felt the infernal device enter my rump.

The guard showed no mercy, pushing onto the plunger to expel the liquid inside my bowels. The horrible cramps started immediately as fluid quickly filled up my intestines, gradually distending my stomach. The bull ignored my shrieks and screams at suffering this appalling indignity once more, emptying the full contents of the container before inserting an anal plug into my rectum, locking the fluid inside my intestines.

“You’d better get used to this, princess,” the guard spoke mockingly. “Something tells me you’ll be in here for quite some time.”

With that the bulls left me, locking the door behind them. With the thick rubber hood covering my eyes I was left in complete darkness, in an utterly helpless state, in horrible discomfort and fearful of the fate that awaited me.
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