Show Her A Measure of Mercy

Ordinarily, you wouldn’t hesitate to deny an unruly **** like Seraphim as punishment for their selfish behavior when you're in charge. As your bindings make clear, these aren’t exactly normal circumstances. You’ve only been under Alice’s control for two or three hours at most, and yet the skilled mistress has shaken your self-confidence more than you care to admit. You can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like for Seraphim; she’s been under the stable mistress’ control for weeks.

Given everything you’ve seen and heard, you can tell that the sexual frustration that Alice seems to use to break her slaves and turn them into obedient pony girls has driven Seraphim to the edge, both literally and figuratively. As much as some tribadism would be nice right now, you’re not the one that Alice has been denying for weeks. Being nice to her right now could pay off in the future. If she cums now, she might be willing to cut you some slack in the race you two are about to run against each other. Assuming there is still something left of the former marshal in there of course.

Gently, you rub against Seraphim’s temple with your cheek, nuzzling against her affectionately and comforting her in the same way that she has been against you. Feeling the tension leave your body, your fellow pony girl lifts herself up enough to look you in the eyes with sad and curious eyes. Those same hazel eyes widen in surprise as you lift your leg again, planting your toe in the ground and bending your knee so that your thigh is once again perfectly placed for her to grind against once more.

Seraphim turns away from you and practically throws herself onto your leg, putting as much weight as she can into pressing her cunt down against your thigh. Sweat glistens on the smooth skin of her back as she rolls her hips, moaning around the bit in her mouth. You have to suppress a twinge of jealousy at being unable to partake of the erotic display in front of you.

Still, part of you is pleased. Being able to give Seraphim an orgasm in defiance of Alice’s strenuous efforts at denial feels like a small victory, and given your situation, you’ll take what you can get. Or at least, you would if Seraphim would ever actually cum.

If you were in position, you’d probably be cumming within seconds of her frantic grinding. However, seconds turn to minutes, and Seraphim still rides your leg frantically, still chasing her release. You’d have thought it was impossible, but despite the intensity with which she initially threw herself at you, Seraphim’s movements get more and more ****. At the same time, your fellow pony girl is clearly growing too tired to continue her efforts, her shoulders slumping as she grows more and more fatigued, drawing her further and further from her goal.

Seraphim lets out a keening wail, pressing her core into you so hard that you swear you can feel her clit piercing digging into your skin. You do your best to help, raising your leg and even your hip so that she has more pressure to work with, but it’s clearly a losing battle.

Defeated, Seraphim allows her body to fall, breathing heavily as she slumps to her side on the ground next to you. Before you can do more than turn over, Alice is there again. She seems to have a knack for showing up precisely when her appearance will most demoralize her recalcitrant ponies.

“Bad pony.” Alice declares, nudging Seraphim over with the tip of her boot so that she’s lying on her back. The stable mistress begins to work over the pony girl’s luscious flesh with her trademark crop. “I told you not to tire yourself out before the race.”

Seraphim squirms, trying to avoid the stinging blows, but Alice places one of her boots on the pony girl’s stomach, applying just enough pressure to keep her pinned. “You think you’d have learned by now that you can’t beat the inhibitor.”

Seraphim whines, tears of frustration in her eyes as both of your failed attempts to steal an orgasm. Understanding dawns on you. Of course. An inhibitor. Something similar to, if not the same, as the one you used to sexually **** Melodia till she told you everything that led you to this planet.

The fact that Alice uses an inhibitor to help break her newly captured slaves in is definitely a cause for concern. After all, you use the inhibitor in just the same way because you know exactly how effective it is. Apprehension fills you and you wonder, not for the first time in your life, if maybe you should have focused on the task at hand instead of going for a quickie. Luckily for you, Alice's attention is focused entirely on disciplining her most recent addition to the stables. She kneels down, one hand cupping Seraphim’s pussy while the other grabs the front ring set in her collar, pulling her chest up so that they’re face to face.

“I’ve told you before, and I’ve told you again, the only way you’re ever going to cum from now on is by being a good little filly. Understand?”

Seraphim doesn’t reply, shutting her eyes and trying to turn her head away from Alice's soul-penetrating stare. The defiant gesture is punished with a slap to the pussy, forcing her eyes open again in shock. Alice shifts her grip so that she’s grabbing one of the rings set in the briddle, forcing her to maintain eye contact. “I said, do you understand?”

Seraphim wilts under Alice’s gaze before whinnying her assent.

“Good girl.”

Alice manhandles Seraphim with practiced ease, forcing the pony girls onto her knees, legs spread apart, facing you. Her hand slips into Seraphim’s wet cunt, gently stroking her.

“Just one race.” Alice whispers into Seraphim’s ear, though both pairs of eyes are fixed on you. “All you have to do is beat this new filly in one race, and I promise I’ll let you cum your brains out for a week before I put you back on the inhibitor. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Seraphim whinnies again, though you can’t tell if it’s in agreement, fear, or pleasure. You watch the scene with an uncomfortable feeling of icy dread running down your spine.

“Good girl. Stand.”

The stable mistress leaves Seraphim to rise on unsteady legs as she moves to stand over you. She gives your restrained body an appraising look. “I hope spent your time in here well.” She says. “It’s time for you to run.”

You grunt in reply, turning to glance at Seraphim. The wild hungry look in her eyes is a look you’re familiar with, having seen it a couple days ago on your ship. It’s the look of a **** willing to do anything and everything to get what she wants.

Being able to orgasm for the first time in weeks is a pretty powerful incentive.

Did your act of kindness give her a reason to take it easy on you? Or did the fact that your attempts at giving her an orgasm failed mean Seraphim has that much more incentive to win? Or were your attempts to give her an orgasm just a wasted opportunity to practice? You suppose you’re about to find out.