-------L3 n3x7 d@y-------------------
I wake up in a cage, I must have been moved in my sleep. In the cage is a piece of cardboard, presumably for use as bedding, two metal bowels, and some newspaper in the corner. The newspaper seems to be for a rather obvious purpose. The same purpose that is that a cat or a dog would use it for.
Rising to shaky hooves I examine everything and then kick out with my back legs at the metal bowls. Not for any particular reason other than simple anger. They clattered against the bars of the cage.
Then He walks in, chuckling as it was.
“Sleep well?”
“Fuck you,” I glare at the pony and try to strike out at him, “Why don’t you crawl in a ditch and die?”
“No, but your sisters decaying carcass is in a hole out back, that close enough?” He smiles and I realizing he was only feigning seriousness.
I gag as I remember all that happened earlier. With my mouth I pick up one of the bowls and hurl it through the bars. I miss as he jumps out of the way.
“I guess somepony doesn’t like my cooking.” He laughs, “I wonder if Bubbles would...”
I slump down but continue to glare at him, “Just leave Bubbles out of this.”
“Then don’t play with your food...oh, wait...I forgot to feed you! Oops,” A chuckle, “You must be hungry.”
I hadn’t even realized it but a grumble of my stomach confirms and answers what he said, “What kind of food...?”
“A veggie burger.” He sounds serious…but I don’t know…
“Is there a catch?” The burger itself actually sounds good right now but I don’t really trust this fool anymore.
“Yes, actually...You have to play with yourself in a bathtub on camera.”
“And I get a veggie burger out of that? What happens if I say no?”
“You eat dry oats...out of my hoof...like a cow...” There’s a smug grin painted on his face, gleaming from mouth to eyes.
“I’m not that hungry anyways, I’ll pass on the veggie burger.” A loud rumble from my stomach begs to differ as I am talking.
“Ok, suit yourself” Once more his horn alights with his magic and with it a bucket of dry oats appears. Taking a hoofful, he says, “Here girl! Eat up! Oh, and if you bite my hoof I will force Bubbles to eat her own intestines.”
I sit where I am for a few seconds and then decide it might be safer for Bubbles and others if I just comply. I take a small bite of the oats and take my time chewing.
He reaches into my cage and pets my mane. “Who’s a good pony? Who’s a good pony? That’s right, you are! You are!”
I brush off his hoof with a single wing without thinking and force myself to take another bite after swallowing.
Suddenly his hoof is pulled back and looking up I see a scowl. “Since you decided to be mean and rudely swat my hoof away you can go hungry...I bet Bubbles will be more thankful for her breakfast than you...”
“Please…” I don’t know what I’m saying please for this time, Bubbles or the food, but it comes out anyways.
“Nope. You’ve pissed me off. You go hungry. No food or water.” He turns his back to me.
“Come on, I’m hungry! I’ll let you pet my mane, I didn’t mean to swat.”
“Nope. If you want to eat you have to take a bath on camera now.”
I think it over. A bath...wouldn’t be so bad. But on camera? I make up my mind. “Um...fine, I guess.”
“You’ll have to wash flank and all...with a camera close up.”
I turn my head away. “I said ok already!”
“Ok, my little pornstar!” I see your black horn light up and suddenly we’re both in a bathroom, I see a tub with worm like things moving around in it- “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I back up at the sight of the tub and flare my wings. “No way! What are those things?!”
“Oh, those things? I forgot to mention. The tub is full of parasites. These ones in particular latch onto your skin, bite, and drink your blood. Like lampreys, only their saliva causes effects similar to alcohol and their bites hurt like a motherbucker,” He magics a camera over and gets a smug grin, “You ready? My Little Pornstar?”
“And you want that shit on camera?” I try to back away even more, “Why?”
He looks at me like I have two heads. “I JUST FUCKING RAPED A PONY IN A KNIFE WOUND! WHY DO YOU FUCKING THINK!?”
I shudder and try my hardest to wipe that scene from my mind. “I’m not that hungry anymore...”
“It’s too late, this room has no doors. Look around. And you’re not leaving until you bathe.”
I take a reluctant look at the tub and the squirming bodies within, “How is that even considered bathing?”
“There’s a bar of soap in there too. You know...If you don’t I could have the bitch I’m gonna pick up later do it instead.”
I take a few hesitant steps towards the tub, looking in from above. “And I actually have to get in there? What happens if I drop the soap?” I say weird things under pressure.
He looks at me, a dumbfounded look on his face, “You pick it up...Really? You know what? Never mind. Back to the cage. I’m done,”-throws camera down, a look of pure how the fuck can this bitch be so damn stupid? is printed on his face and then we appear back in the room, myself in the cage, and him sitting down on a couch. He turns on a TV and cracks open a beer.
“I just meant...” I trail off not sure why I’m saying this, “I didn’t want to get in that Celestia forsaken tub, ok!”
He simply looks at me, before, with a sip of his beer, turning back to the TV.
I see the inwardly and pace around the cage, knocking things around. His response? To simply turn up the volume of the television and throw the now empty beer can at me. And of course grab another beer, but I believe that has more to do with the emptiness of the last rather than actions of my own.
I dodge the can, batting it out of the air with ease with my wings.
“Are you just going to leave me in here?” I ask.
His remark is casual, “That’s the plan.” He punctuates that with another draw from the can of beer.
“Well, ain’t that just dandy,” I huff and look once more around my small cage for anything to escape with, “Well, what If I’m bored?
“I just fucking murdered your sister! Do you think I care if you’re bored?" He almost screams at the stupidity in my sentence.
“Nope, I’m just trying to think of how to escape, anything that works, right?”
He simply turns back to the TV.
With nothing else to do I simply stick out my tongue at him and look back to the cage. There really is no means of escape that I can see, not unless I get taken out of this cage. I lay down and try to think of how I can do this. He chuckles at TV and throws another empty can back at you. I say nothing and don’t dodge it this time. It hurts when it hits, yes, but I just pull it under my hoof and neatly crush it into a compact disc.
He looks over, “What are you doing with that can?”
“What can?” I ask, trying to sound confused as I pull it under my body, being careful of any edges that might be had.
“That one you just put under your body! What are you doing with it?”
“Oh...that can! Nothing.” I smile and try to sound sincere.
“Then push it out of your cage.”
“But you threw it to me.” I say with a slight laugh.
“I threw it at you.”
“And? Finder’s keepers, as foals would say.”
“You’re not a foal.”
“Fine, if you really want your can back so badly...” I push it back through the bars.
All I get in response is a single grunt and then he turns back to whatever is on that television. I decide get up and start pacing, taking in both the surroundings outside the cage and the unicorn himself, lounging as he is. He laughs at something on the TV, as I watch, and grabs another beer.
“Hey, it can’t hurt to share ya know,” I throw this idea out though I know it will just get laughed at, “What type of beer are you dinking anyways, I didn’t look at that can you chucked at me.”
“Behave.”
“Oh, come on, what am I doing wrong, talking?”
“Bingo.”
“Well, what’s stopping me?” I say this before I think.
Grunts, “I’ll off Bubbles.”
I shut up but I don’t stop my pacing. Despite continued rumbles from my stomach it feels good to move around, even if it is within such confined borders.
I look back over at him as he cracks another beer. It’s almost as if…is he already getting tipsy? I silently smile at this, a tipsy unicorn? How perfect.
And then he cracks another.
I jovially dodge this one, with hope once more.
He gets up and walks over to me, legs all wobbly, “You---you stahp that walking thing...ish annoying.”
I giggle without meaning to at his slurred speech and stop the pacing.
“That’s a good pony...you know...for a pegashus ur kinda cute…” He takes a large swig.
I raise an eyebrow, didn’t he say something like that when I first woke up?
“Your lik...preety...and stuffz...” He finishes the beer, drops the now empty can where he’s standing and magics over another one.
Not wanting to talk and no longer walking I just lay down, wondering where he is going with this.
“I’m sorry I yeled, you can talk nao.” He drinks the beer in one big gulp, and this time his magic summons over a bottle of whisky.
I giggle silently to myself but having nothing I wish to say, stay silent.
A large gulp of whisky later and he is completely shit faced, “U Rly R a pweety mar....U culd lik, B a modl and stuffz...”Another gulp, “Why-wwhy are you even here? When did I get this room?”
“I don’t know, maybe you should just take me home, forget about it all” I’m grinning at this golden opportunity that just landed in my lap.
“Wh-what? Ok...Let meh get mesh kesh,” He wobbles over, takes a drink of whisky, grabs keys in hoof and unlocks my door- Th-th-ther ya go litle horsei . You’re a pony? Holy fuck I’m a pony!? When did that happen,” He notices his own hooves, “Holy fuck I gotz hoofs!”
As soon as my cage door is unlock I bolt to the ceiling and hover there, out of reach, not listening to any of that garbled nonsense.
“Wait...washint I keeping you as a prishoner or something? Theresh no door herr. How can you fliy? You’re a horse!” He finished off the whisky with one last swig from the bottle and with flickering magic draws a liter of vodka over to himself, “You wantsh a drink horsie?”
“No, I’d rather get out of here.”
“I’m shrorry, You canbt zleave nao. Im too drunk to uyse mah magic for things lik that”
“Will you let me go when you’re sober then?”
“Well, of courese! Why would I keep a preety mare like you here!?”
“I don’t know what goes on in your sick head.” I decide to stay hover up by the ceiling. This is all too weird. Not to mention convenient.
“Both of you can be quite im tryin to....tryin o......afdekshrge”
Face planting the floor he simply passes out. I burst out laughing at the sight and without thinking I land down next to him, prodding to see if he actually just passed out
He snores.
I settle down in the chair in front of the TV. I hope he remembers this all when he wakes. I channel surf for a while before turning and laughing at him again...though if he weren’t my only way out I‘d kill him right now. I trot over to the bottle of vodka and with a single hoof shatter it. I select from the remains a large piece, sharp as a knife. Feeling safer now I curl back up and wait for the dawn. Or evening. How am I to know the time in this place, I have no idea.
-----the next morning----
“Owww my head...IM IN THE CAGE! Hey! Hey, you paint brush whore! Get over here!”
I wake up, fear running through me. I look over at the unicorn, eyes wide. “You said last night you’d take me home.”
He screams with rage and uses magic to undo the lock, slowly approaching me, “I am going to fucking hurt you SOOOOO much!”
I cower back and tightly grasp the shard of glass in my mouth, facing him.
His magic coats the shard of glass, forcing it fully into my mouth, charges me, and then punches me in the face, shattering the glass in my mouth. I cry out and try to spit out the now blood stained pieces. I stumble back at the same time, getting behind the chair in front of the TV. However this does no good as his magic just encompasses the entire chair, flinging it away. Obviously his magic has gotten better since last night.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!” A bottle comes flying off the shelf and hits me right in the face, “YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE!” A piece of wood from the broken chair comes over and smashes into your sides, crushing ribs painfully.
“Please!”
I make a painful dash for the only other place I could and yet shouldn’t consider safe in this room. The cage. Behind me slams the cage door shut, the click of a lock going into place loud to my ears.
“You will be soooo fucking sorry.”
I lay on the floor gasping, why did I even try to attack him with the glass, he’s a unicorn! I feel my sides, wincing as I feel where bones have shattered. I try to lay as still as possible so as not to jostle the pieces of bone out of place and fall asleep, ill at ease.
I wake up to the cage opening and screaming.
“GET IN THERE BITCH!”
The cage door slams shut after that, the lock clicking. I look up. I look up and see the last pony I would want to see here. Bubbles.
I shy away from the sight of my friend, whispering, “No...”
“Paint?...Is...Is that you?” She runs over and hugs me, bawling her eyes out.
With a grimace of pain I pull out of the hug and push my back up against the wall of the cage. “Dddon’t touch me, you shouldn’t even be here!”
“Paint...I...I need a hug...He...He...He...”
“Bubbles, I’m sorry. What did he do...”
“He...he...” Her cheeks turn bright red and instead of answering she just looks down. Following her gaze I see red staining her tail dark.
“Bubbles you know me, right, we’ve been friends since elementary school. Believe me when I say I will personally kill him myself if we get out of here.” I reach a hoof out to her.
She’s still sniffling but she has stopped a lot of the waterworks that were present, “I...I...wanted...my...first time...to be...special...”And there go the waterworks again
I pat Bubbles on the back. “I know, and I’m sorry for all of this.”
“H...He...He...He...He k-k-k-k-k-killed...m...m...my...b...bro...brother...”
I swallow, remembering how Cherry died, “I’m soo sorry Bubbles, but listen, we need to figure out how we are going to get out of here.”
Once more the waterworks let up at my words. “I...I...can’t leave...H-h-he clipped my wings...”
“That’s ok, I’ll support you, just like at flight camp when we were small, we have to get out of here.” I put emphasis on the have.
“H...H...H...He…”
“Bubbles, what all did he do to you?”
“He...He...He...He killed your little sister...the foal...”
“Bubbles do you understand why we have to get out of here?”
“Y-y-yes...Can...can...I tell...you something else…?”
“Of course!” I say this quickly unsure as to why she’d have to even ask.
“H...H...H...He didn’t...He didn’t use protection...I think I’m pregnant...”
“When we escape first thing we’ll do is get you whatever kind of help you want.” I promise, crossing my heart.
“Th-th-th-thank you...” She hugs me close.
Tenderly I hug her back, “When he comes back, just stay behind me, ok? Don’t draw attention to yourself.”
“O...ok...”
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
“Playing catch up I see!”
Bubbles whimpers but does what I told her to do.
“What? Didn’t you like our little play time?” He laughs at Bubbles as she starts crying.
“Please, just do whatever you want to me, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever” I take a wide stance and try to protect Bubbles with my body.
“Oh, no no no,” Magic envelopes Bubbles and brings her over, “We have to pay attention to our guest!” Bubbles slams into the cage “HAHAHAHA!”
“P-p-please stop!!!!!” Bubbles cries.
I try and charge at him, “Don’t hurt her! Please!”
"Ok, here’s what I want...I’m not leaving until my dick is sucked. One of you has to do it. The other watches. Who will it be?”
Bubbles looks at me before she starts crying again, “P-p-p-paint...I...He...”
“Leave Bubbles out of this, I’ll do it.”
“If you bite, I will tear out Bubbles’s eyes and force feed them to her...” He puts his erect member through a grate in the cage, “Well? What are you waiting for, suck until I cum!”
I wrap my lips around his member and try to think of Bubble’s safety as I bob up and down.
“Did I say stop slave? I said go until I cum!”
I glare up at him and pick up speed. The faster this is over the better, I hope. My muzzle brushes up against his balls as I pick up speed and the musk of his stallionhood fills my nose
A wooden smack sounds and I hear Bubbles yelp.
“DID I SAY STOP?”
I try to answer through the mouthful but it just comes out as a moan. I instead choose glare yet again at him and hope he senses my ire. This time I make sure that I don’t even slow down but I do try to get a glance and see Bubbles out of the corner of my eye.
“You’re a good little filly, keep going.” He strokes my mane as he says this.
I decide to use my tongue to speed things up as much as I’d rather not taste my captor’s stallionhood.
“Good little filly, keep using your head.”
I pick up speed and use my tongue more liberally, the taste has already coated my tongue and it can’t get worse. I wonder how long it will take of this to make him cum. And then, right as I am thinking about it, it happens. I cough and sputter as his seed fills my mouth, swallowing some of it, some of it dribbling out of my mouth.
“I forgot to mention who does it gets fed!” He laughs as he pulls out, “Have fun you two. Goodnight!”
I wake up, discovering I have a metal collar on with a chain holding it, and by default myself, in place. I find my legs too are chained to the ground and my silvery wings are duct taped tightly to my sides. Still groggy from having just woken up I look around. It doesn’t dawn on me for a few seconds where I am but then, as I realize how tightly bound my body is, I start to struggle. This time I look around, more alert, trying to figure out where the hell I am. A laughing voice fills my ears and I swivel my eyes and ears to that sound.
“Good morning my dear! It sure took you long enough to wake up! Sleep well, you sexy little filly?”
My eyes lock on a red unicorn stallion, “Who the buck are you,” I spit.
I miss him by an inch as he jumps back. Unfortunate.
“I’m the pony who kidnapped you! You little oversized chicken, I thought you pegasi were supposed to be tough?”
Thinking of my wings I try to see if I can weasel any of my feathers out of their binding but it only hurts trying to move them against the sticky, tough tape.
“ Why’d you kidnap me?”
He chuckles, “Because for a useless feathered fucker, you’re kinda hot. Which will make torturing you to death more fun!”
“Fuck you!”
I struggle as much as I can now against the chains, enraged. I don’t care as they tear a little at my fur and skin, even as a single solitary feather rips from my flesh.
“My, my! A feisty little birdy aren’t ya?” The stallion laughs, “Keep on struggling, it’s truly fun to watch a pegasus struggle. You lesser ponies really don’t have any brains, huh?”
I stop my struggles and glare at him. The only reason I stopped though was just to spite this fucker. As soon as I can I am going to get out of here and if that means somepony gets injured... it won’t be me, I promise myself that, “Go fuck yourself with your own horn.”
“Such big words for a member of the inferior race!” Laughing hard he points a hoof at me, “You winged horsies are funny, you know that?”
“Funny how.” If I had one wish right now, it’d be that the phrase glaring daggers was literal.
“Just funny how useless you guys are” Once more his laughter grates upon my ears.
“Quit your laughing!” I shout at him, “Why don’t you just fuck off?"
“I will, after I do Equestria a favor and get rid of another one of you flying sacks of shit!” I watch as he picks up a needle, “Tell me, you’re a pegasus, you probably know a tad about drugs. Probably sucked off a zigger in a back alleyway for some a few times. Do you know what this is?”
“A needle?” I say this sarcastically, but try to move away. No avail.
“Yes, but what’s in the needle you useless pegasus?”
“Liquid. Drugs. I don’t know.”
“I knew a pegasus was too stupid to guess correctly.”
An aura of magic covers the needle and before I knew it the needle is hurling its way at me. It strikes me in the neck, painfully. I wince. I’m more worried about the trickle I can feel going into my bloodstream. I have no fucking idea what might be in that needle but with the amount of sanity this unicorn has already displayed I can’t imagine the contents are anything for my enjoyment.
He just stands there and laughs at me, “Feel any different little whore?”
“I’m not a whore” I’m waiting to realize what was in that needle, what dastardly effects it will bring, “What is this stuff?”
“It’s a truth serum. In a few minutes you will have to answer every question I ask, correctly I might add.”
“A truth serum, why?” I thought it would be something painful or maybe a disease, I wasn’t expecting this.
He chuckles like a mad colt, “You know all those painful memories you kept hidden away? All your secrets? You will be forced to relive...every...single...one...”
I raise an eye at this, this pony is crazy, “Look, dude, why don’t you just let me go?”
“Because...I don’t want to.....Now let’s start with the questions... Let’s see here...Oh, and you should be completely conscious. You just can’t control your answers...” A chuckle, “Let’s start with something simple...How’s your sex life?”
“Lately?” I don’t feel like answering this to a stranger but I can’t help it as the drug marches through my system, “Slow I guess, just got dumped...”
“Ok then...City of residence?”
"Cloudsdale” I answer this safely and quickly.
“Good...so then let’s get a little more intimate now that we know this works...shall we? Hmmmm...What are your...fetishes...sexually?” He’s grinning smugly at the weight of this question.
I bite my lip, I haven’t told anypony this before, not even my closest friends. “…I- I like pain...and being bound.” This feels especially weird saying this while bound. And not really in a good way.
His voice has that laughing quality to it when he responds, “You’ll love it here then.... So then....ever... He pauses for a moment, ever been raped?”
I shudder as I remember when it happened, “When I was little, I didn’t like it. I try to forget it.”
“Tell me about it...”
“I didn’t know the stallion, never actually saw what he looked like, he seemed big to me but I was so small back then. He snatched me after school one day. My parents later said I was missing for three days.”
“What did he do to you?”
“He shoved his cock into all my holes, my mouth, my pussy and my ass hole. It hurt a lot and my ass actually tore. I had to get stitches and he... he had a dog that did all the same to me.”
He bursts out laughing before he starts talking again, “So then next question... Your parents address...then your friends...Here’s a pen and paper,” He magics over a pen and paper, “Write them down…I want to play with them too.”
I grasp the pen in my mouth and despite desperately not wanting to I find myself scribbling addresses. But then I do something. Just as I’ve finished writing I stab the paper with the pen.
He simply uses his magic to fix the giant tear I made. “Feel good to fail? Now because of you, your friends and family are going to die, after being raped. Now next question...Ever do drugs?”
“No.” I scowl at this question and don’t even feel I need the truth serum to answer it.
“Ever been...Taken advantage of? Not like full on rape...but ever been at a party, had too many drinks....and did something- somepony you regretted?” Again that evil grin, “Oh, this is good!”
“No, I’m basically the only one of my friends that drinks and I have the best tolerance for it.”
“Hmmmm....How often do you clop?”
I say this nervously, “Frequently.”
“How many one night stands have you had?”
“I -I don’t know. Um, maybe three? I can’t remember them, not their faces at all.”
“Ok then... Ever...Ever had to do...”Things” for somepony, so you could survive? You couldn’t pay the rent, owed somepony money? Etc?”
“In high school… I owed a colt, he told me to meet him in the bathroom, said I could just suck him off. I didn’t want to do it but I went. He brought his friends, locked the door. I had to service them all and then they left me in one of the stalls...” I shudder at the memory.
Like the maniac he is, he laughs. “That’s good! We’re getting somewhere! We have time or a few more questions before the serum wears off. So then..... Hmmmmm......What...... Have you ever..... ever video taped a sexual encounter you had?”
“I didn’t do it, somepony else was filming. I didn’t realize it at the time though. I went over there though and burned the footage. I wouldn’t like to think what he planned on doing with it.”
“So...We’ve already gotten that you’re a whore...”
“I’m not a whore!” I shout this, I feel it’s the truth too.
“But…you just admitted to sucking off a group of colts so you didn’t have to pay them...That’s a whore, darling…”
I whimper, unsure now of what might be the truth, “I didn’t want to though...”
“Do you think whores want to too? No, they do it for money! Like you did! YOU...ARE...A...WHORE!”
The unsureness turns to anger in my heart and I try to kick out at him, “I’m not a whore, I had no other choice, they didn’t give me an option.”
“If you paid them beforehoof it wouldn’t have happened...Tell me...what did you end up spending the money on anyway?”
“Lunch, a dandelion sandwich...footlong…”
“So then...You sold your body for a sandwich...You’re not a whore... you’re a cheap whore. Admit it. Your body is worth the same amount as a sandwich. Five bits. You’re a five bit whore.
I bite my tongue and try not to answer. I beat those cocky colts up over it and having been running from the memory since.
“Ahhhhh! That look! You’re hiding something...There was another time wasn’t there?” He pulls up a chair and cracks a beer with a twist of his magic, “This is goood! What was it this time? Rent? A school grade? Beer money?
“When does this shit wear off, are you going to share that” I gestured to that beer. These memories are often why I drink after all.
“Maybe with dinner. Now...Let’s keep going... What was the second time you sold yourself for something? Rent? Collage grade? Bar tab?”
“It was just a grade. The old geezer hadn’t gotten some in years and threatened to kick me out of the school otherwise, with no refund either. I wasn’t even failing at the time.”
“Fun!” He downs the beer in a quick swig and I realize I can start to feel the serum wearing off, “Well, that’s all the time we have for questions...how do you feel now? You whore.
I feel dirty but I don’t want to share that, “I feel like kicking your butt!”
“Play nice!” He’s holding up a piece of paper now, the one with my friends’ addresses, “Or I might just have to pay this,” He casually glances at the sheet, “”Bubbles” a visit too. One of your close friends I take it?”
I decide to shut up now. I don’t know how far this mad stallion is going to go but I don’t want to drag anypony into this fucked up shit.
Mocking, he asks again, “So then...Bubbles is a friend? Lover? Who? If you don’t tell me I can always ask her myself”
“A friend, we’ve been friends for over a decade. Leave her alone.”
“And what if I don’t? She’s just another filthy pegasus. She won’t be missed. Just like you.” Yet again he laughs.
“Please? Please just don’t touch her…”
He smiles, an idea gleaming behind those eyes, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game! You want to play a game...I never got your name did I. What is it?”
“Paint Splatter.” I answer begrudgingly, it can’t hurt can it?
“Ok Paint Splatter...You want to play a game?”
“Do I even get a choice?” I retort.
“Not really, but for that I’m making it even worse for you. Let’s see here...Bubbles, Chikadee, and Cherry. You wrote here they were your closest friends, correct?”
“Yeah...Cherry’s my half-sister actually. What of it?”
“Ever hear of the game “Fuck, Marry, Kill”? We’re gonna play my version of that...” That twisted grin again.
“Let me guess I decide who you kill and who you fuck?”
“Close, but not quite. You decide... one dies...slowly...One joins you in here...and one is left alone...If you don’t answer they all die...here...in front of you...make your choice.”
“Let Bubbles go free!” Bubbles is one of my oldest friends and one that needs protecting, “I don’t know, can I think about the ...others...?”
“You have two minutes before Bubbles dies too.”
“Umm...” I feel terrible for saying this but I’ve only known her a few months. “Kill Cherry,” What other choice do I have. I gulp though, “I guess that just leaves Chickadee...”
“She’ll be joining us soon then...feel good? You just killed your half-sister.”
“No, it does not feel good. You sicko.” My dad will be devastated I realize, more so than the loss of me.
“Let’s take care of the killing first.” He leaves, going through a secure looking door.
-------LOL 5 MINz L@7Er-----------------
Cherry is strapped to a chair in front of me, he mouth left ungagged.
“Paint...where are we? W-w-what’s going on?”
I turn my head away from my sister, not wishing to look at her. “I don’t know Cher.”
“How long have you been here? What’s been going on?” I notice Cherry is near tears at this point.
I stumble over that first question, “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I woke up here but... I don’t know…how long ago.”
Cherry is openly crying at this point.
“Paint...I-i-I’m...scared...”
“I’m here Cherry. Right over here.” I tug at the chains and wonder what that sadistic pony is up to.
“P-p-p-promise me...Promise me that...that we’ll get out of here and back to dad...”
I gulp, “I’m not sure I can promise that...”
“Wh-why not? Paint...what’s going on?”
“This...pony...he took me and he took you...he’s sick in the mind, Cherry.”
“...Is...is he...is he gonna...k-k-k-k-k-k”
Fear grips my sister and she can’t seem to finish what she was saying. But I know what she means. I start to nod then stop myself, “I don’t know Cherry, I hope not...”
“Hope what?” The last pony I want to see enters the room, “Aww, what a little family reunion! You two comfy?”
I notice Cherry start whimpering.
“Let us go, let my sister go, you sick fuck!”
“Aww, that’s no way to speak in front of family, dear...I think we should clean out her ears now...” A sheet of sandpaper appears, his magic aura around it. Again with that demonic grin plastered on his muzzle.
Cherry screams at the sight of the sandpaper. “N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no! Paint! DO SOMETHING!”
“Your slut sister can’t save you now bitch!” He brings sandpaper up to her ears and starts grinding, much to the pain and sobs of Cherry.
“Please, stop, leave her alone. You can torture me instead, let her go please!” I cry out as the tears flow from my sister’s eyes.
“No! Hurting this slut is too much fun!” He latches onto the noninjured ear and with a ripping motion it detaches.
“NOOOO!!!” Cherry starts blubbering in agony.
“Cherry!” I glare at the stallion and kick out but the chains hold me down, I ignore them and the pain they bring, “You sick fuck, why?”
“This is so much fucking fun!” A knife is magicked over and slams its way into my sister’s leg, twisting as it goes, “This is gonna feel SOOOOO good!” He screams, tearing the knife out and grinding the sandpaper over her face.
Then he does something else. Something yet more disgusting. He was hiding beneath his legs a throbbing erection and when he takes it out…he does not use any of her natural born holes. No, instead he shoves it inside the wound.
“TAKE IT ALL SLUT! YES!!!!!!!!! ALL OF IT!”
I can’t stand the pain behind my sister’s voice as she calls out to me. I turn away from the sight, thinking about how I am the one that caused all. “I can’t watch…” I mutter.
“WATCH OR BUBBLES GETS THIS TOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He pulls his cock out of her wound, it’s covered in blood and bits of flesh. With a shove he knocks the chair over, smashing it. Holding her down he starts stabbing her shoulders and shoves his cock in her asshole. “YES! YES! YEEEEESSSS! YOU FUCKING PEGUSUS CUNT! TAKE IT ALL!!!!!!!!”
“P-p-paint! ...Please...help...”
“Cherry, shut up!” I force myself to watch. Bubbles would be worse, I know it.
“NOW FOR THE GRAND FINALE!!!! HAHAHAHA!”
He flips her over and repeatedly stabs her in the stomach. Then, throwing the knife aside, he starts to thrust into the cuts. Cherry’s eyes meet my own and she whimpers in pain.
“YES! FEEL IT ALL YOU CUNT! FEEL THE FUCKING BURN!!!!!!!!!!”
Meeting Cherry’s eyes I whisper, “I’m so sorry.”
“I-i-i-i know...”
“OH YESH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Once more he pulls out, this time though he ejaculates all over my sister’s head. Afterwards, with his magic, he starts the process of tearing her head from her very body. One last strangled scream leaves her lips before she is silenced forever. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
“Now...now guess what we do?” He turns to me.
“Please, just do whatever you want to me, don’t bring others in.”
“I SAID, GUESSS...What...happens...next!”
“I wake up to this just being a horrible dream?” I say this with no hope left.
“GUESS SERIOUSLY OR I SWEAR I WILL SKIN BUBBLES ALIVE WHILE I RAPE HER!!!!!”
“Chickadee...” I sigh, terrified of what will happen to either of my friends. I don’t believe anymore that this so called pony will spare Bubbles.
“Wrong! But since you guess nicely I’ll tell you and leave Bubbles alone... I’m going to put this bloody, cum covered head of your slut sister into a box...AND MAIL IT TO YOUR DAD! HAHAHAHHA!!!!
I look up, DNA evidence I think. If he sends it as is the police might be able to find him “Ok...if that’s what you want to do...”
Unfortunately I think he senses my ploy and with a smirk he speaks, “Don’t worry, I won’t be caught...I’m not a...”normal” pony...”
“What do you mean you’re not a normal pony?”
He walks over to me, “You’ll see soon enough,” For a brief second a swear I see something just beyond the surface of his eyes, flames flickering, “You’ll see when you’re ready...”
I cower back from his closeness, “You’ll be caught. Somepony will catch you and you will die a fiery death, roasting on the plains of the sun.”
“What makes you think that? I’ve been doing this for the past...past two hundred years doll!” With a grin he walks away, chucking my sister’s head into a box, “Like I said...I’m special...”
I’m not thinking clearly, my mind still wondering over what I thought I saw and what he has said…I don’t even realize I’m talking, “Yeah special, that’s one way to put it.”
“Yes, I am.”
He drops what he’s doing and walks back over to me. Placing a hoof on my cheek, I see something, a flat surface of a sorts but made of mutilated pony parts. I choke back the disgust building up in my body, it extends as far as I can see.
“See, doll? Special.”
Quivering at the image I look down, and feel like not even the sun is a decent enough punishment anymore. I feel hopeless now, the chance of escape seem slimmer than possible.
