Chelsea Grin, The Cracked Marionette

WARNING:There contains rape. Lots of RAPE.

I gagged and tried kicking, but my legs wouldn't move. Where were the lights? Why can't I see? Oh, I'm wearing a blind fold again. With my side dripping liquid, my body was getting dull from standing up.

"Mmph!" I cried. My right ankle was cracking at the weight. Why can't I feel my wings anymore? ACK! My back flared- my sides inflamed. My muzzle was filled with the scent of rust-my stomach grumbled and twisted, nausea climbing. I didn't like the smell. It was overwhelming. Demi and Laughing were talking, but I couldn't hear it. I think Apple Bloom spoke some.Apple Bloom....I wish I told her everything. I didn't intend to leave her in the dark. Did she even know about the foals?

Oh, she had. Laughing had pointed it out constantly along with Demi. I think I hear bickering. Why were they yelling? I think Demi was screaming at Pinkie Pie. That was...unsettling. One of them pushed my legs apart, my right ankle cracking and constantly screaming like I didn't get the memo I was hurting. I screamed again and teared up. Then the penetration happened. They were raping me again. First, a hoof went in. It was very cold and uncaring as it made its coarse. Then came something ticklish and harder, something feathery.

SWEET CELESTIA MAKE IT STOP! It ripped me from the inside as I screamed into the gag. They argued for a moment as something clicked. Then everything got worse. Much worse. My legs were forced apart harder then before and wider as something very wet and cold slithered through. Something giant--please sweet Celestia, don't let that be one of them. She was licking me so-she was looking for something that I was forced to hand over. Hand over I did. My hips bucked, my body wasn't allowing me to act on my own. I tried squirming away, but it was firmly there.

"St-----emi. Th----ayers---re." Laughing Gas's voice filled my ears despite the fragmentation. As soon as she said whatever she had said, the head disappeared without a struggle. I struggled as they removed the wall shackles. I wanted to fly off, but the realization there were no wings to fly off on came to mind. My only escape was through flight, and I had no skill in that area anymore. Eventually, I went to kicking, but even so, I wasn't free.In fact, it was the worst decision I made so far. She didn't take too well to it, as expected. She strapped me on with magic to a board, my legs spread again and arms bound. A whisper fell through my ears, tickling with fierceness.

"You'll be sorry for that, Marionette." My gag uncovered and immediately. I cough as she gave me a kiss.

"WhY aRe YoU dOiNg ThIs?" My words wavered as my strength diminished and they started to become whispered. Demi hadn't answered me. I yelped in surprise as a knife dug into the corners of my mouth. She then bashed my face in- my face contorted into a forced smile as my muscles tensed. I heard giggling before she answered.

"Aw, now you look like your always smiling." I heard a few clopping sounds the closer they got. There were a few words exchanged before they removed the blind fold. Where was Laughing and Demi? There were three stallions instead, one had a smile crossing his face and the two other stallions made it appear to be a business trip. Was this their profession? I heard one, a grey coated stallion, mutter something to another.

"-----you take the mouth." I turn my head away. Why was this happening to me? What have I done? I shake, my body trembling before the assault that was sure to come. Then, I was sure the pain would come at any moment, but the pain hadn't started yet as the grey coated stallion argued with the others before one was victorious. The winner was a stallion that was mare like in nature with a white coat and rainbow colored mane. His eyes were a glistening light blue as he smiles. It had hidden twisted intent that I couldn't bare to see anymore. He rubs my midsection for his start, his touch very raw and uncomfortable as I squirm. Then he rubbed lower, testing any response he could get. The only response that was given were my tears.

"P-Plll--" My words fell silent as my voice wavered. He shushed me before he spoke.

"Speak out and I swear---" His words were slurred before he hopped on the table. I tried looking away like I had earlier, but he slapped me before the chance would be met. He nuzzled my neck, his muzzle tracing the sides, then nipped my skin before looking me in the face. He kissed my lightly on the cheek until he forced me to french kiss him. I was counting the minutes when it was over. It wasn't quick, he wanted passion that I refused to grant him. Still, he won with lust that I didn't dare to test again-giving in to his demand for passion. When the kiss breaks, he nuzzled my cheek softly. "Your so beautiful. . Too beautiful to not enjoy to the fullest of my bits. Its a shame really, that not a real stallion marked you yet. Their loss, I get to have the honors." He lowered his head. Like (with Demi, I'm regretting knowing specifically it was Demi) earlier, he tried to tease, then lick. He noticed that it was a failed plan from the start. Still, his hoof explored my privates before being replaced. Without warning, he started thrashing into my abused entrance. His sides shaking me to further the venture. It slithered in further and further, tearing me from the inside. He gave moans as he started his job.With his arms, he marked my midsection with cuts as grabbed, forcing me to move to grant him more pleasure. My abdomen filled before I started a scream that erupted. Something slithering down my throat (forcing me to take notice of the others) ended the screaming entirely.

Can't....breathe... His dick was jammed down my throat. I winced seeing the only grey coated stallion on me, his legs wide over me before he moans and the liquid he emitted falls down my throat. My breath was cut short.

"Suck it, whorse." I do as told. I soon stop momentarily, my breath needing to be caught, but he jams it again further. I choke before he removed it as my vision started growing hazy. As my vision fades, I saw them take turns. They were coating me-pleasuring themselves on me, trying to get the best out of their bits they spent. All of them taking turns before I black out.

"Wake up, Marionette." I groan quietly before I coughed and gagged. The taste reminded me what the stallions had done previously. My tears trickled again, everything was sore like before, but more intense. Liquid dripping from my privates as I took notice that my arms were bound behind my back instead, towering over me. My eyes weren't blinded as I thought they were until something flashes repeatedly. My head dropped down to ignore the searing pain from the light and the soreness everything had seemed to emit as my legs were wrapped and bound with a weight that forced my legs to straighten. "I fixed you up! I hope you like what I gave you instead." Was that Demi? I moaned before my head was forced up.

Why was my mane different? My mane dropped to my face, the bun revealing that was behind my ears, the roots bled a little from the force it probably took to get my mane like that. My chest wasn't tightened naturally, it was forced in a saddle type attire. I only remember the name because Rarity attempted to get me in one, only to extremely choke me in the process. The skirt was open, soft and frilly. It was almost as soft as a pony's coat. Everything was in lace, even my hips were laced and propped open. There were so many marks, some were vaguer then others. Still, there was no denying it was some sort of dancing, fancy attire.

"MMPH!" Demi giggled. She smiled as she forced me to see something like she had moments ago.

"We stopped the stallions before they could do real harm to the foals," She said, before she trotted towards something. I couldn't see what she was aiming to go towards. Then again, she had a mask on, she saw easier then me. "I prepped the outfit just for you, but outfits don't make the mare, do they?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting you can't speak right now. Such pity." She frowned before she smacked the side of me, knocking something off. "Don't fall asleep. Trust me, you won't be able to later anyway. Not with what we have in store."

"Don't coddle her, she's not meant for the sort." Demi turned towards Laughing Gas and whispered something. Seems like they were pissed.. I didn't recognize what they talked about. I strained to hear, but still. Nothing was noticeable, despite the outcome of Demi nodding furiously and rushing to assemble something.As Demi set whatever she is attempting to set up, Laughing Gas turned to me before leaving off with a whisper:

"You'll regret what you did. You'll regret everything." That's when a light clicked on and a screen flickered before my eyes. If only I could shut them, but I can't. I wasn't allowed to sleep. If I was, then maybe I would be spared from seeing every victim on the screen's plight as I was forced to watch. From the moment I saw the screen flicker was the moment my sanity would be put to the test, hoping to not crack under the pressure.

Author's Note

Chelsea Grin is a term for a torture method that involves a knife or piece of glass. They cut the edge of the mouth and then beat the person to make the muscles contract to make the smile scar.

Strappado's what she's hanging from. The victim has their arms up behind their backs and the weight of their bodies makes them dislocate their arms at times if they are twisted and sort. They have their legs bound and a weight hung to injiry the hips and legs. Its really painful.

Note:She's trying not to think about everything and block it out. That's why she's very choppy.