Title:           Jack
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 7th of January 2016 09:56:27 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 7th of January 2016 09:56:27 PM CDT

>be Applejack
>wake up in a musty barn in the middle of the night, can't tell who's or where.
>rump is stinging like it's been burned
>try to move... can't
>hear hoof-steps after a few minutes, from outside
>coming around the barn to the front door
>The door slowly splits open and latern-light creeps across the dirty hay-covered floor...
 
>It's Anon...
>Oh yeah, you sold yourself to Anon to pay for Applebloom's education
>It was just supposed ta be fetish-play...
>He seemed like a nice guy...
>Well, he's not...
 
"Hey Jack, hope you slept well. Time for work."
 
>A couple'a Earth Stallions walk in beside him
>your body quivers in the cold night, flush with anxiety
 
"Don't ya dare come near me, or i'll buck you through the walls."
 
>but of course, you can't
>your back-hooves are bound and chained to bolts in the floor
>pull, push and fuss as you might, they don't budge.
>the still-fresh brand on your rear starts to throb with pain as your heart beats faster
 
"You agreed, right? It's all good. And I found a couple guys who would love to fulfill your 'fantasy' tonight."
 
 
>Anon comes up behind you and squeezes your ass, lifting your tail up
"See guys? She's the real deal, Applejack from Ponyville. Since you've been so generous, you can have her until sunrise. I can drug her up a bit if you don't want to deal with her bitching."
>The 'alpha' of the two stallions shook his head
"Naw... Where's the fun in that?"
>Anon nods and then hikes your tail up hard, tying it up with twine so it's 'out of the way'
"Okay, just close the doors when you're done."
 
 
>The first one wastes no time as soon as Anon leaves...
>He bites at your marehood painfully, and you shriek
>Tensing your muscles instinctively, trying to buck him...
>Your hooves just hopelessly rattle and strain against the bolts.
"Fuck off'uv me, ya pig!"
>He just laughs, hot breath against your nethers, continuing to bite and lick at you
>The second one reclines back on some hay barrels.
"Who's a pig? You sold yourself to be bred, you dumb whore."
>You kick again, mad as hell. The bolts don't budge.
"That ain't it... No! I don't want this!"
"You will..."
>You violently try pushing back with your body since you can't buck...
>You just end up getting your flank slapped by the first stallion's big-ass hoof
>The pain jolts through your body and leaves you groaning through your teeth
"Oh, she spits some acid... but look how eager she is!"
>The alpha gets enough of your musky cunt, rearing up and stomping a hoof behind you
"I like this one... Loud and full'a herself. Let's break her."
>Suddenly there's a tremendous weight upon your back as the stallion leaps up, mounting you
"FUCK OFF'UV ME!"
>You feel that horrible 'thing' rubbing against your butt, looking for your hole made slick by his saliva
"ARGHH!"
>He bites your neck and you yelp in pain
>This cna't be happening... this can't be... It's gonna happen.
>You twist and writhe, trying to fight any way you can, but he holds your body up with his powerful forelegs, biting at your mane and pulling your head up
 
 
>His flared cock-head just barely missed the mark a few times
>It won't be much longer...
>You headbutt him
"GIT OFFA ME... PLEASE!"
>He grunts and just headbutts you back
>You see stars... going limp.
>Without your fighting, he gets a perfect thrust and splits you open.
>This is how you lose it...
>Do you even keep fighting now?
>Your head stops spinning, and you try to scream
>All that comes out is delirious, pained sobbing
>He's fucking you down to the hilt... his powerful muscled hips slamming against you and rocking you back and forth
>Any time you try to stiffen up and fight back, he bites down on your neck again, subduing you
>Or he bites your ear and grunts
>'Bitch', 'Whore', 'Give up already?'
"I ain't... fuck... fuck off... Oww..."
>Your marehood starts to spasm and contract around him instinctually.
>You're getting hot and wet
>This isn't what you want at all...
>He feels it, and starts fucking you harder somehow, groaning with beastly pleasure
>You just think of Applebloom, and start trying to justify all of this...
>'I'll put up with it... i'll get through it... at least it's worth somethin'
>But he ain't stoppin', he's taking his sweet time with you.
>every moment that passes, those invasive feelings of sick pleasure and submission bang against your mind
>You could hit him again...
>Maybe he'll knock you out this time?
"Fuckin' come already... you sick bastard."
"I would've... but you're a weaker bitch than I thought. So I'm gonna get my moneys worth. My friend prefers'em broken, though. He'll really enjoy you~"
>You open your mouth, but nothing comes out...
>Except a squeal. You squeal like you're in heat.
>Where'd it come from? Can't help it... what's happening?
>Hearing him talk like that... makes you sick, makes you numb... makes you excited.
>You can't argue with a huge dick up your cunt. with your ass branded by Anon
>You're a worthless whore now
>Get them off as fast as possible. Be good and they won't hurt you
>Lie to yourself.
 
 
"Come in me... breed me. C'mon, asshole. I'm yer mare."
>Your body is shaking, from the nerves and the pleasure
>You gave up, just letting your instincts take control
>Your hole milking his cock like it was made for him
>His friend is still sitting there, watching intently and jerking himself off
"Like it, partner? I- I can't wait for your cock, next..."
>He twitches, precum already dripping down his length
>What are you even saying? Applejack... snap out of it.
>No... they're right. You sold yourself.
>Maybe you're a dumb-bitch after all.
>But you're product.
>Do your work and do it right...
>The alpha pins you to the ground and groans loudly in your ear, shoving himself deep into you, and you can feel him start to throb and spasm...
>He's coming...
>After about a minute, with him laying on top of you panting, you can feel it dripping down your cunt-lips and thighs.
>He pulls out and sighs, moving around to your front, wiping himself off on your face.
"You're disgustin'. Broke so easily."
>Bite him... bite him...
>Of course you won't. What would Anon do to you?
>You make sure to wipe him clean, getting cum all over your face
>You take deep breathes of his musk... convincing yourself the nausea isn't there
>His pal is already up on his hooves, stomping behind you.
>You look up at the alpha with your cum-stained face
"Disgustin' bitch..."
"I- I'm sorry...
>The air in the barn is now thick with pheromones and the smell of sex, finally pulling you into a careless stupor
>His friend mounts you and has no trouble slipping into your greased hole
>All you can do is moan and pant, breathing more of it in...
>He bites your neck, you don't resist the dominate gesture
>In fact, you give into it with a sudden orgasm
>Your hips push back against his, twitching and convulsing
"Ahh... fuck yeah... Dirty me up... Fuck me! It's all I'm good for..."
>It isn't long before he's spurting, too.
>You're so full of cum that it just pours out of you now
 
 
>The hours pass, stallion #2 stays with you
>Fucks you a few more times, plasters your face once
>Eventually he gets tired and leaves
>Gosh darn it... what have you gotten yourself into?
 
>You fall asleep at some point...
>And wake up
 
"Good morning, Jack."
>The cruel sunlight pours into the barn as the doors open
>You shut your eyes tighter
>Anon's foot-steps get closer
>Your body is sore... you can't move much
>Anon grabs your mane and lifts your head up
>A thick leather collar is wrapped around your neck, and buckled tight.
>Anon's iron insignia-piece is latched on the front.
>He frees your hooves from the bolts, but a leash is latched onto your collar instead.
"Whew, you smell awful... maybe I'll hose you down later."
" ... Fuck you."
>He pinches you on your still-raw brand, also of his insignia, and your body jolts in pain
"Ow!"
"Okay... I WILL hose you, then. And I'll make it cold."
>The warmth of the sun fills you with just a slight bit of vigor
>You struggle to get up onto your hooves... shaking
"What the hay more do ya want from me? I did yer business. Gimme my bits and let me outta here."
>Anon just looks at you confused, then smiles awkwardly
"Uhh, Jack? Applebloom's classes were... 500 bits? We only got 20 from those guys.
>You stare at him and feel your blood start to boil...
"You said-"
>SMACK
>Anon's hand whips across your face
>You go from boiling to ice-cold, and fall back down
"I said you WORK for me, and I PAY you. You agreed to all of this, stupid farm-bitch!"
"I-"
>Don't, Applejack... be quiet.
"Not that it matters what you agreed to anymore. You wear my collar, your ass has my mark on it. Those guys said you quite enjoyed yourself last night, so what's the fucking problem?"
>This collar is tight... it's uncomfortable.
>Just sit still.
"You may be an element of harmony, but you're pretty stupid without your friends."
>Whatever...
 
 
>A week rolls by
>You've been leashed by your neck in this barn the whole time
>Anon hoses you off and gives you a tray of food and a bucket of water each morning.
>Then a guy or two comes in each day...
>And fucks you.
>Every morning he tells you how much you've earned
>With that damned snake's smile
>After a whole week, you haven't even broken 100 bits yet.
"Five? Only five?! Why'd ya lower my- the price? It was ten!"
"And it's 5 now."
>This is as much about the money as it is tormenting you
"They say you just stand there and take it... how am I supposed to sell that? People were expecting something more, but word got around that you're /cheap/. So I have to adjust."
>You could charge him and break that chain...
>But your neck is already sore from trying and failing all week.
>You glare at him... he doesn't care at all.
>He moves over to you and rubs over your flank with his weird monkey hand
>The brand has healed, leaving a deep scar across your three apples
"Tell me, Jack. How do we advertise you? The tough-bitch that will put up a fight? Or the slut that just wants to be bred?"
>You don't answer.
"We can earn more if we target the right audience, but you have to perform."
>Fuck him...
>SMACK
>Your face turns red...
>You scream and headbutt him into the ground
"I'M NOT GONNA-"
>Bad idea. Baaad idea.
>Your body locks up as Anon shocks you with some kind of magic electric rod.
>You hit the ground, and...
"Okay... tonight's special will be 'helpless unconscious mare'."
 
 
>You wake up
>It's the middle of the night, again
>Your body is sore like never before
>Your ass stings and you can feel that awful goopy feeling of cum dripping from your marehood
>Then, the smell hits you
>And the taste
>Your face is laying in a pool of stallion-jizz... mixed in with dirt and hay
>You open your eyes... Anon is still there, sitting in the lantern-light
>Counting bits
"That was a good night. We made 40! How do you feel?"
"Uhhhnnn..."
>You roll over out of the cum, wiping your face off with your hoof.
"Why Anon..."
>He gets up off of his chair and moves over to you
>Kneeling down, rubbing your belly, fur matted with sweat
>Smiling...
"Huh?"
"Ah coulda done anything... Coulda plowed your fields. Coulda cooked for you. Why's it gotta be like this? Why do you hate me?"
>Anon seems surprised by this
"What? I don't hate you, or I wouldn't have burnt my mark into you. Silly pony."
>He laughs softly
>You remember that laugh
>You liked hearing it once
>Maybe you still do
>At least he's not hitting you
"Please let me do somethin' else... I'll earn my money... but another way. Please..."
>He sighs
"No, Jack. A deal is a deal. And if you quit now, you're gonna let down your customers. In fact, you had a returning customer tonight. He told his friends about hte broken old 'mule' at my farm. They were all very, excited. This is gonna be good for us."
>You're so battered and tired, you can't muster anger or indignity right now
"Anonymous."
>You stare at him pleadingly
"Let me off, and... you won't regret it. I... loved you before all'a this. I could still, love you... I could. I'll send the money back home and stay with ya... I'll do anything but this. I'll make yer home... I'm probably pregnant by now, I'll raise foals for ya... I'll-"
"God, shut the fuck up."
>You flinch in surprise, then quiver in anguish.
>Anon unbuckles his pants and pulls them down...
"How about this? Suck my cock and I'll pay 50 bits outta pocket."
 
 
>That's it. That does it.
>You break down and just start crying
>But Anon doesn't hit you
>He just sits there... still rubbing your belly
"Crying isn't gonna get Applebloom her money."
>You lived your whole life alone
>You kept everything inside and forged on
>No time for a colt-friend
>You thought Anon could be the one to change that
>Applebloom needs her schooling...
>You wanted so badly to open up and explore yourself with someone special
>You don't love him right now
>You don't hate him
>You don't feel anything
>Just turn over onto your belly
>Shove your snout into his crotch
>Lick him, smell him
>Make him cum, 50 more bits...
>But there's a hitch
"Good mare... Mmmh~"
>Anon starts rubbing your ear, and petting you as you suck him off
>Why do you feel so warm?
>Why is your heart beating faster?
>Fuck this
>If you bite his dick off, will he kill you here and now?
>Anon groans happily. He's fully erect now
>Human cocks aren't very big, but it's still a piece of work for your mouth
>You're doing the best you can
>Not even really thinking about it
>You're so used to just going on auto-pilot
>But this feels slightly different
>You flick your ear as he continues to rub it.
"Nnnf, Applejack..."
>He hasn't called you 'Applejack' since this all started
>He comes...
>It tastes so good, and you feel so... good?
>Salty... tastes so much better than a stallion's seed.
>You swallow and look up at him
>But he pulls out of your mouth and wipes himself off on your muzzle
>Fur already matted by someone else's cum
>You don't even care. Who are you anymore?
"It gets boring just jerking off, you know?"
"Jack is fine..."
>Anon looks at you, confused."
"Don't, call me 'Applejack'. Jack is fine."
>The shame. Maybe it's the shame that's stopping you from giving in?
>You're a disgrace to the Apple clan
>Anon twists your ear painfully
>You just wince... too tired to shout
"I'll call you whatever I want, 'Applejack'. And by the way, starting calling me 'Master' from now on."
 
 
>Call him Master? No...
 
>The morning came sleeplessly
>Anon returned, yawning as he opened the barn doors, carrying your food and water as usual
>And a hose...
"No, no, not cold, not again..."
>Pointing the nozzle at you, he pauses
"Alright, then. Ask me nicely."
>You don't get up. You can't.
>You just look up at him exhausted
"Please don't use the cold water, Anon."
>He looks at you for a moment with mild anger
>Then comes the dreaded 'squeak' of the nozzle
>And you're soaking wet, freezing cold
>Anon stomps towards you and tugs harshly on your chain, getting you up to your hooves
>He sprays you again, then gets out a rag and whips your ass as hard as he can before starting to dry you off
"I told you to call me Master."
"I ain't gon-"
>SMACK
>He smacks you so hard that water-droplets fly off the other side of your face
"You will, Applejack."
>You fall back down into the hay, shivering...
"Say it now. Beg me to heat your bath-water from now on"
"M-mmh..."
>You make some kind of mumbled noise, knowing that silence will just get you hit again.
>You don't want to.
>He's going to call you Applejack now, because he knows it bothers you.
>Why'd you say that? You really are dumb, aren't ya?
"Master..."
>You just manage to choke it out.
"Yes?"
"Master... please don't spray me with cold water anymore."
>He kneels down by your side and starts drying you off again
>No response.
>He's letting it sink in... that's gotta be it.
>This is all a game to him
>Breakin' you apart piece by piece,playin' with every bit
>Why do you keep holding onto that pride, Jack?
>This is all your fault, anyway.
>The sooner you give in, the easier it will be.
>Listen to Master and stop getting hurt...