The Bondage Perils of the Power Ponies

Alone in a private but noisy room, Blood Diamond took time to admire her recently completed art collection. The art in question consisted of several stallions she and Tarnished Silver fought and captured during their brief stint as pony superheroes. Diamond admired the sight of seven stallions trapped inside latex vacuum-beds, erections standing out in front of them, milked by hoses connected to a suction machine in the ceiling.

There was only one problem with the art display around her: I really need to invest in quieter motors. I can barely make out them begging for mercy…

The gleaming latex prisoners on display were something to be proud of. She knew the stallions had names once, but those names had been replaced by a color, as each vacuum-bed had an engraved name plate under it. ‘Cobalt’ was her favorite, still trying to free himself, unlike ‘Garnet’ and ‘Indigo’, who clearly were broken already. Those two weren’t even making muffled groans for mercy anymore, as far as Diamond could tell. Special lighting highlighted their latex outlines, capturing the distress on their faces and the strain of their muscles as some still fought the inevitable.

Since accepting that the world would only ever see her as a villain, Blood Diamond, or Diamond Tiara as she was known behind the mask, had embraced her deviant side completely. There was more money to be made as a villain; and on some levels it felt more fun and natural for the mare to be feared rather than loved. Other ponies couldn’t understand how much better she was compared to them. Diamond openly admitted to Silver that she truthfully liked being bad, loving how together they could help others know just how good it felt to be bad along with them. Diamond had to thank the Power Ponies for setting her on the path she should have chosen from the beginning of her costumed career.

In costume at the moment, Diamond showed off her love of latex by wearing a black body suit with a white corset. She wore thick heeled boots on her hind legs, with several lavender belts wrapped around them, matching the color of her tail and mane. Her eyes were hidden behind a shiny black domino mask, but the main feature of her outfit was a woven gold tiara with a single red princess cut diamond at the center.

It was her blood diamond, the namesake which allowed her to absorb energy through touch: making her a fighter who loved to get up close and personal.

Diamond chuckled, reflecting on how her ‘super power’ was met with reproach, deemed inappropriate for a hero fillies and colts would look up to. Bad was just a relative term. Diamond didn’t feel the least bit bad as she walked up to a bound stallion, his erection standing out proud in front of him while the rest of his body little more than a silhouette of deep blue latex. He couldn’t see her of course; blinded on the inside the vac-bed, and mostly deaf thanks to the noises made by the milking machine constantly pumping his cock. She programmed the vacuums to switch from max to half strength at random intervals to make each captive constantly guess when they would have the freedom to move a couple of inches before being frozen in place once more. The brief freedom only served to make Diamond’s art come alive, each captive straining to break through his latex surface, the distress perfectly outlined on their faces thanks to the skin tight material. They weren’t stallions anymore, they were mindless cum-cows to be milked. Their helplessness made Diamond want to touch herself.

The stallion she was observing at the moment was firmly pinned, despite how his cobalt muscles strained and bulged under his polished latex skin. Diamond gave her art a mean smile as she watched a stream of thick white spunk ejaculate out of the stallion’s erection thanks to the non-stop suction of the hose. While she had no use for the collected cum milked out of her captives, it was enough to see the stallions helpless as they hung on the walls, hating and loving what was happening to them.

Perhaps the Power Ponies might enjoy all that nasty jizz I’ve saved up. Which reminds me, I need to check on our guest before I set up the auction for Masked Matter-Horn.

The auction was not as important to Diamond as it was to Tarnished Silver. Blood Diamond gave the squeaky blue stallion’s balls a pat, earning her a yelp from behind a feeding hose that hooked up the special arousal gas to her victim’s nose.The gas was one of the best investments she had made since picking up her new erotic hobby.

As she left the gallery of living art, she entered a smaller, quieter room to check on her newest, most prized addition.

Diamond wanted this pony separate from the others. Like Silver, she had a serious axe to grind against the Power Ponies for ruining their reputation as crime fighters. What Diamond resented most was the sense of superiority the Power Ponies exhibited. Her partner might have been driven by revenge for her public humiliation, but Diamond cared more about knocking the super ponies down a few pegs, showing them how inferior they were to her. Her growing love for making ponies into ‘art’ had proven to be the best means of teaching that lesson.

Flipping on the lights in the room, Diamond bit her bottom lip at the sight of a lone pony, imprisoned similar to the stallions. Blood Diamond was filled with a perverse sense of accomplishment, watching her new pet sealed inside a special vacuum-bed; Diamond really did feel happier being a villain.

“How’s it hanging?” Diamond asked in a haughty voice, laughing a little at her own joke, and from the fearful change in whimpers from the shiny prisoner, realizing her captor was back. That was another perk to being a super villain. Everypony feared her now, as Diamond felt they should. It was extra satisfying to know that the pony trembling before her right now was Radiance, one of those precious Power Ponies.

Diamond didn’t expect and answer. For the past half hour Radiance had been struggling to move with no success. Unlike the main art room, there was no engine sucking the air out of her vac-bed. A simple hoof-powered air pump served that function, leaving only the noise from a hitachi wand tightly wedged in Radiance’s pussy buzzing in the room. Like the stallions in the other room, Radiance was held vertically, sealed in a steel frame for a gleaming white latex envelope that covered every inch of her body. The vac-bed was specially designed to turn purple over areas that were heavily stretched. It was a special blend of latex that Blood Diamond had developed, and the results were making her wet. A purple, detailed outline of Radiance could be made out in the latex, and the look of distress on the pony made Diamond squeeze her hind legs together from the rush of perverse pleasure she got from seeing the once proud, upstanding mare writhe in fear and forced pleasure.

The trapped heroine had been given almost the same treatment as the stallions in the other room, a never-ending supply of the sex drug, but at a lower potency to keep her mind aware of how shameful each forced orgasm felt. She couldn’t breathe through her nose, and the distress from being unable to only made it more enjoyable as Diamond watch Radiance try to struggle. The Power Pony’s costume had been removed and dressed on a ponikin nearby as if it were a trophy, missing only one key piece of gear.

“I’m glad I kept your mask on. From where I’m standing, it almost looks like you’re not enjoying this,” Diamond laughed, “But we both know that’s not true. And really, I don’t care who you actually are; only losers name their sex toys.” Diamond giggled.

“So just how soaked is the inside of that thing?” Diamond asked sweetly, reaching out with a hoof to press the protrusion made by the wand, wedging it deeper into the helpless mare. The extended scream of pleasure in response sent another thrill of excitement and adrenaline through Diamond’s body. It couldn’t enter Radiance, but it was big enough to make every inch of her pussy buzz, causing endless shame-fueled pleasure.

“Oh, did you just cream yourself again? Sure sounded like you did. Who would ever have guessed a Power Pony could be such a lewd slut? I mean, look at you—you’re not even trying to get free, are you?”

The question made Radiance strain her legs against the air tight latex. Her legs were sealed spread eagle, leaving no hope of ever pushing the wand away. Half an hour of struggling confirmed it was impossible to move, and only served to make her breathe harder, sucking down more of the special gas that kept her too horny to not enjoy the humiliation. A gag ring strapped to her mouth kept Radiance from speaking, making it easy to keep the air tube inside her mouth, and depriving her the hope of biting down on it to stop the gas.

“I would let some air into your vac-bed, but you haven’t really earned that yet. Maybe after, I don’t know, another hour of being sealed up, I might be convinced to see if you deserve a reward or not?”

The idea of being trapped another hour made Radiance scream out as best she could, still bravely able to move. It was such an erotic sight, Diamond decided setting up the auction could wait a while longer. She approached a control panel nearby, lowering the frame of the vac-bed down to floor level. The sudden movement made Radiance freeze, hoping desperately that she would be let go at last.

Radiance had been pushed to her limits by five forced orgasms, each one as strong as the last. They had taken their toll on the mare physically and mentally: she was sore from the constant pressure of latex squeezing every curve of her body, keeping the hitachi wand in place. She had reached the point where she was eager to do anything to turn the vibrator off, even if it meant giving up her secret identity.

“You know,” Diamond said, “right now Tarnished Silver is getting one of your friends to spill the beans on who you and your friends really are. But you know, that’s not really my goal. And since we’re going to sell you to the highest bidder in the end, I might as well enjoy you while you’re here.”

With her prize before her, Diamond approached Radiance, standing up on her hind legs to press against the trapped Power Pony. She pushed her groin against the head of the buzzing wand, gasping as the intense waves of vibrations reverberated deep into her empty pussy, demanding that she start grinding against her captive.

“I love latex,” Diamond told Radiance as she rubbed up against shiny body, petting Radiance on the cheek, “The way it feels on my fur, smooth and sleek. There’s nothing else like it in the world. Silver likes her ropes, but latex is so much more, constricting, don’t you think? It presses all over your body, never letting up. You breathe and it squeezes tighter, making you work to suck in that next breath of air, so that when you do finally cum, you’re already a little light headed. It’s just so hot.”

Diamond nuzzled against the distressed latex face of Radiance. She licked the mare’s shiny horn, her tongue gliding over the indentation of the Element D ring around it. “I bet it must be pretty hot inside that thing. Your fur must be all sweaty. I can’t even imagine how gross it must feel to have all your cum plastered against you, soaked into your fur with no place to go. I bet once I let the air back into your vac-bed, you’re going to totally reek, just like a used sex toy.”

From under her own latex costume, Diamond felt the need in her pussy getting stronger with every glide over the protruding wand, making her wetter under her costume. “You know, you really are the lamest Power Pony in, like, the history of Power Ponies,” Diamond said, humping against Radiance faster. “Right now you’ve got me humping against you and you can hardly catch your breath. What kind of hero gets off from having the villain masturbate on them? Not the most fitting image for a heroine, is it?”

Blood Diamond was panting, licking a shiny cheek, rubbing chest to chest as her movements created squeaking sounds. “You want me to cum on you? Want me to soil my costume while I hump against you like the sex toy you are? I’ll do it, because you and me, we’re both the same—dirty, horny little sluts.” Diamond growled with pleasure as she thrust her hips hard on the bound heroine. “I’m just not ashamed to admit it.”

An idea struck Blood Diamond. She hadn’t lied about her lack of shame but she was willing to bet by now, after so much time spent breathing in the special sex gas, that Radiance was too aroused to feel shame too as well. Stepping away from the whimpering latex pony, Diamond took the air pump in her hooves and released the air back into the vac-bed. At once it began to hiss as it filled with air, Radiance’s outline starting to lose its shape as more and more air rushed into the latex sleeve. The Power Pony trapped inside found that she could finally move her legs again, gaining more freedom with each second.

Radiance slumped forward. If not for the breathing tube connected to her ring gag, she would have collapsed in the latex sleeve. Diamond detached it, then opened the seal on the vac-bed itself. The hitachi wand fell, dancing erratically on the floor while Radiance slipped out from the bottom of the vac-bed. The Power Pony landed on her knees, welcoming the blessed coolness floor.

Blood Diamond was right. The villain could smell the stench of sweat and sex emanating from the white pony. Her fur matted, eyes closed, having been blind under the latex. Panting for fresh air through the ring gag in her mouth, Radiance began coughing and drooling on herself. She squinted up at the smug, masked face of Blood Diamond.

It was a pitiful sight, but to Blood Diamond, Radiance looked broken; ready to be remade.

“You really stink,” Diamond laughed, standing over Radiance, rolling the smelly pony onto her back. “You stink like cum. What would your fans think if they could see you now? Or your friends?” Diamond clicked her tongue behind her teeth, shaking her head as she raised Radiance’s sweat-matted mane up with her hoof. “They would be so disappointed… because you’re still horny, aren’t you?”

Radiance whined and shut her eyes, trying hold back her tears. Even freed, she couldn’t fight back, let alone move. Most of her tail and mane were plastered to her sticky coat. Radiance kept her eyes closed as she felt Blood Diamond take hold of her hind legs, spreading them just enough to allow the mare to lean her head in close, dragging her greedy tongue over sticky mess plastered on the inside of the heroine’s thighs, moaning over the taste of sweat and mare cum in her fur before moving to the source of pungent musk.

Radiance moaned. Diamond’s tongue washing her sore cunt came as quite the relief after it had been pounded for thirty minutes straight by the vibrator. Diamond was fast and ruthless as the tip dipped between the puffy folds of the mare’s swollen sex. The sensation was welcomed by Radiance, whose mind was too far gone from orgasm after orgasm to even think of stopping Blood Diamond from tongue raping her, pushing into her hot folds to lick up the juices straight from their source. Radiance spread her legs wider, still deep under the influence of the gas. Not only had it kept her aroused and cumming over and over, its hold on her body hadn’t lessened now that she could breathe clean air again. There was no strength in her to push her hips into Diamond’s face; the mind was willing but her body was weak. Her rational mind was cloudy, eyes glassy, staring up at nothing as Diamond began eating out her sweaty cunt.

Radiance hated it. Hated how good the licks felt at her slit, how her breath came hard and fast: but most of all, she hated how she couldn’t do anything about it. More juice drizzling out onto the floor, proof of her consent.