The Bondage Perils of the Power Ponies

by Sirius_Face

Rating: mature
Tags: Power Ponies, Twilight Sparkle, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Silver Spoon, Rarity, Sex
Length: 7405

The Masked Matter-Horn and Radiance find themselves at the mercy of two sexual deviant villains determined to destory their heroic image.

The Power Ponies, a shining symbol of justice and morality for the city of Maretropolis. But when two of these famous heroines, the Masked Matter-Horn and Radiance, find themselves in the clutches of rivals seeking revenge, they begin their dark descent from heroes to whores.

WARNING: This is a fetish story and contains heavy BDSM elements, including latex/rubber bondage play and rape. Foals characters have been aged up to mares in this story.

Proofread and edited by IRpony of Overly Extensive Editors.
Cover art by Trunchbull

Published 2013-08-25 14:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-11 00:41:33 UTC

Chapter 1 - Masked Matter-Horn

From all around her, ponies could be heard moaning in a chorus of pain and pleasure. Twilight tried to remember what happened, but her mind felt heavy and sluggish.

It took great effort to open her eyes. And if not for the growing discomfort and inability to move her legs and wings, she would have been content to stay sleeping, ignoring the constant, muffled whines of ponies nearby.

There would be no hope of ignoring anything soon. “Wake up, loser.”

The voice sounded far away, but unlike the other sounds around her, Twilight felt compelled to listen. The speaker sounded familiar—somepony she knew. Not a friend though.

"I said rise and shine, Masked Matter-Horn.”

Hearing her codename helped wake the heroine up, remembering... a crime in progress, her and her friends coming to the rescue before realizing they had all walked into a trap. Opening her eyes, a quick glance at her surroundings showed she was in a small, mostly empty room, with walls that didn’t reach the ceiling. Walls painted a stark white, the floor tiled with a drain directly under her. She was unable to see the source of the noises in the background. A narrow four-legged table stood at a corner with a large unmarked box. There wasn’t a single clue to tell Matter-Horn where she was held, aside from the sight of the mare in front of her, dressed in a bleached-bone white bodysuit. The costume left her silver-furred face and hind legs exposed, eyes hidden behind a purple visor which was polished enough so Matter-Horn could see her reflection staring back at her.

A rush of adrenaline surged into Matter-Horn’s brain, demanding she process all this new information. The discomfort in her body came from red nylon ropes fastened around each of her legs, suspending her off the ground. Struggling only made her sway helpless in the air. Matter-Horn arched her back and could feel her wings tied down, front legs bound above them while her hind legs were folded back, securing ankles to thighs while also keeping her tail raised and immobile.

Struggling proved movement was impossible. Matter-Horn reflected on how she had been tied up only a few times in the past when captured, but never with such meticulous attention to detail. But the real concern was her horn—her magic wasn’t working. Panic rose from the pit of her stomach, but the seasoned heroine kept her demeanor calm. Twilight was a mare of wit. She always had a plan for this sort of thing. And if she allowed fear to cloud her judgement now, she could be as good as dead. It was a small comfort that her mouth wasn’t gagged, and Masked Matter-Horn recognized the mare in front of her.

“Sterling Silver… “ Matter-Horn spat, captured by a ‘hero’ who used her powers to control what others felt, “whatever you’re planning-”

A rough slap across her face abbreviated what the Masked Matter-Horn was going to say. The impact popped Twilight’s inner ear as she dangled uncontrollably.

“I’m not Sterling anymore. Not after you Power Ponies ruined my public image. I go by Tarnished Silver now. You’re under my roof, and these are my rules,” Tarnished Silver spoke slowly as she guiding the dizzy heroine back to face her, “You speak when I say so. Speak without permission, and you’ll make it worse on yourself, and your friend.”

The threat caught Matter-Horn’s attention, the glare in her mask made Silver give a haughty laugh; as if Matter-Horn were in any position to disagree. The stinging in her cheek started to subside as Masked Matter-Horn composed herself. The moans of ponies she assumed were in distress, made her fear at least one of the members of her team had found themselves in a similar predicament.

“Wondering why your magic isn’t working? I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of Element D?” Tarnished Silver flicked her hoof across the power pony’s horn, earning a squeal from her captive as she tapped a rough stone ring at the base of the heroine’s horn, “The weightless solid? Liquid stone? The stuff that breaks the laws of nature? Yeah, that Element D; a piece of the statue that use to be Discord. Turns out it does lots of things, like fit around horns and shut off magic.”

As she spoke, Tarnished Silver kept her hoof near Twilight’s horn, tracing along the spiral grooves before she began to rub around the tip. Horn rubbing was considered intimate for a unicorn, but having Silver touch her felt only like molestation.

“You don’t need to think about how I got my hooves it. All you do need to know is you’re going to do a little something for me.” Tarnished Silver smiled at the comment, pausing to once again admire how good Matter-Horn looked with nearly two hundred feet of rope keeping her helpless. “Now since you remember my old name, I bet you remember what you did to me and my partner, right?”

Matter-Horn swallowed before answering, “We exposed you and Blood Diamond as being corrupt frauds. I never thought you’d lower yourself to becoming villains too.”

The disappointment in Matter-Horn’s voice didn’t phase Silver in the least. “That’s our image now, thanks to you. We were helping protect Maretropolis. We took out criminal groups and stopped crimes. So what if we were being paid to do it for mob bosses? You just had to go paint Diamond and I as these awful sellouts. You don’t get how important image is to us. The internet and the media had fun dragging our names through the mud.”

Tarnished Silver walked around Masked Matter-Horn, talking and ignoring how the mare kept struggling, as if several of her skilled knots could be undone so easily with squirming and grunting.

“If you think I’ll do anything for you, you couldn’t be more wrong!” Matter-Horn shouted.

No response came. Instead, hooves pressed down on Twilight’s bound hindquarters, feeling up and over her firm flank before she was grabbed and spun around, right into Silver’s incoming hoof. The slap earned a cry from the masked heroine as she was sent spinning the opposite direction.

“That’s two Radiance owes us now…” Tarnished Silver chuckled as she used her tail to drag a green gas tank over to the waiting Power Pony. Silver didn’t wait for Matter-Horn to stop spinning before she spoke again, “Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you that we have your favorite team mate too? Diamond’s with Radiance right now, helping her adjust to her new image. But don’t you worry, I’m going to help you adjust to yours. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to give me her secret identity.”

When the spinning slowed to a halt, Matter-Horn tried to suppress her nausea. Hearing that Rarity had been captured gave Twilight the determination to block out her body’s suffering.

“Oh, by the way, you have my permission to ask me how I know I can make you give your friend up.”

Matter-Horn wasn’t amused by the notion that she needed permission. Twilight knew there was no way any pony could ever make her give up Rarity’s secret identity. She knew there had to be more to Silver’s threat.

“What makes you think I would ever betray my team, or that any of this will improve the image you say we ruined?”

Tarnished Silver reached into the box on the table, taking out a simple oxygen mask.

“This isn’t about improving our image—Diamond and I accept that we’re bad ponies at heart. You Power Ponies got us to realize what we’re really capable of. Your thoughtlessness really brought out our potential,” Silver said. She sighed, pausing to reflect on her own words, and frowned at Matter-Horn.

“I’m going to ruin your image, just like you ruined mine. You’d be surprised what you’re capable of after having somepony change how others see you. Diamond and I weren’t suppose to be villains… yet you came, the high and mighty Masked Matter-Horn! Up on your high cloud looking down on ponies who did things differently. What I’m going to do to you is really all your fault.”

Tarnished Silver approached Matter-Horn with an eager smile on her face and the oxygen mask hanging in her mouth. The bound heroine couldn’t turn her head away; her mane was too tightly woven into the ropes that kept her suspended. Silver strapped the mask over Matter-Horn’s nose and mouth with ease.

“Know why I didn’t just unmask you? Because the pony you are under the mask isn’t important. I’m going to forever tarnish the image of the Masked Matter-Horn. I promise, no pony will see you as a hero when I’m done with you.” Silver’s smile turned malevolent.

Twilight felt the urge to panic getting harder to control as she watched Silver attach the hose of the oxygen mask to it’s implied connection: the green gas tank that Silver had brought with her. She pulled hard on her legs, desperate to free herself, to think of some back up plan to save her from whatever Silver was about to do. Her efforts only made the ropes feel tighter on her legs and torso.

“Wow, I just realized I’ve been doing the whole villain monologue bit. I guess I’m suppose to tell you what diabolical plan I have for you, then walk away so you can escape? Well you’re a smart, sexy mare, so I’ll stick around and enjoy the show you’re going to put on for me.” With that said, Tarnished Silver plugged the hose from the mask into the gas tank. A sharp hiss was heard, followed by air gently ventilating into the Matter-Horn’s snout and mouth. The gas was pungent, sour, and reminded her of sweat and something else she couldn’t quite name. At the same time, it was a smell with a vaguely salty taste to it: familiar, but nameless.

It wasn’t all that unpleasant either.

“You ever heard of The Evil Doctor Hand? Minty green unicorn, pretty big in the whole black market pony traffic business. Well she has a partner that goes by Mother May-I. She’s totally a hot piece of tail. She’s also a special chef; cooks up all kinds of nifty drugs. What you’re breathing in is one of her signature creations. I’ll let you take a few guesses as to what it smells like.”

Masked Matter-Horn kept trying to summon magic to her horn. Failing that, she still didn’t give up on attempting to pull her legs free from their bindings, even as the ropes held fast. The gas wasn’t stopping, and Twilight couldn’t hold her breath forever. It began to leave a strong taste in her mouth of something sour and gross. The gas felt warm, condensing on her snout and mouth. The warmth spread to her head as well, taking root in her nerves and flowing out over the rest of her body. Her spandex costume suddenly felt too tight. The room was getting hotter, and Matter-Horn became aware of how she was starting to sweat inside her costume. The braided ropes felt softer than she first realized, even as they wrapped around her wings, pressing firm on her feathers but not harsh enough to cause any pain; Silver clearly knew how to tie down wings to make it feel… good. Even having her mane woven into the ropes wasn’t very painful unless she struggled. Struggling only made the ropes constrict her chest, wings, and especially between her hindquarters. Twilight soon realized that even that felt a little good to her.

After a few minutes of squirming in her bindings, watched by the gleeful Tarnished Silver, Masked Matter-Horn understood what the gas was doing to her.

Her eyes went wide with fear.

“Oh? Do you get it now?” Tarnished Silver asked, petting Matter-Horn’s cheek. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I would ruin your image. You won’t be so high and mighty once you’re all wet and winking for me.”

The ever constant, far away sounds of moaning in the background now made more sense to the captive heroine. Those ponies weren’t in distress—they were in heat.

Author's Note

The character called "The Evil Doctor Hand" is a direct reference to Midnight Belle (and the Case of the Vanishing Foals!) by darf. "Mother May-I" is an implied reference to Bon Bon's role in that story, with permission given by darf.

Chapter 2 - Masked Matter-Horn

It was getting harder and harder to think. And worse, Twilight didn’t want to. It was easier to lay helpless and keep breathing in the pleasant, pungent gas. She licked the condensation gathering around her lips as she started taking deeper breaths. Ropes dug into every nook and cranny in her body, from the back of her knees to a camel toe she was unknowingly showing off.

“Don’t worry,” Silver said, “I’m not going to leave you here all hot and bothered. That would be boring. I’ll take good care of you. Diamond wanted to, but like I said, she’s with Radiance right now. After they’re done bonding, Diamond is going to set up an auction for who gets to know your secret identities. The highest bidder gets to keep you as their pleasure mares. Last I heard, the Prankster was at the top of the list.” Silver laughed at the idea of Manehattan’s homicidal clown pony owning the leader of the power ponies as a sex slave. “But you get it now, what the gas is doing? And what I’m going to do?” Silver raised her head simultaneous to a stallion grunting lewdly somewhere in the distance. “It won’t be long before you’ll be happy to tell me Radiance’s real name to me, then the names of the other power ponies too, and maybe their friends and family.”

Tarnished Silver raised one hoof to her head, removing her purple visor. She grabbed Matter-Horn by the head, staring right at her captive.

Matter-Horn took one look into the shifting colors of the empath’s eyes before remembering exactly how Tarnished Silver’s powers worked. Closing them to avoid the power of mental suggestion—it only took a second for the horned heroine to feel Silver’s power increase the warmth spreading in her body, making Twilight feel the need to have her body touched and rubbed all over.

“You’ve never had a dick inside you, have you?” Silver asked.

The question fueled the lust permeating Matter-Horn’s mind. She could imagine something thick and hot pushing inside her, consummating that full and complete feeling. Tarnished Silver was right—Twilight had never been with a stallion before.

“Nah, not a pony like you,” Silver continued in a mocking tone, “You’re one of those mares that’s so full of herself when she’s at work, but totally the opposite when the costume comes off. I know the type, use to pick on you losers in school. Your only accomplishment is what that costume means to others. At the end of the night you’ll still go home to an empty bed, only your right hoof for company.” Silver frowned, imagining how sad and lonely such nights could be. That same loneliness overcame Matter-Horn fidgeting in the ropes as she imagined nights alone in bed, grinding against the pillow she would hug at night, pretending it was really some wonderful stallion waiting with a loving smile for her to come home from a night of crime fighting.

As those thoughts took over Matter-Horn, the whirlpools of color in Tarnished Silver’s eyes moved faster, deepening the emotional assault. Silver could tell she was in Matter-Horn’s head now, and the special gas was oxidizing in the Power Pony’s blood with every breath.

“I can understand that; wanting to be someone else outside of the costume. To be special without wearing a mask and hiding who you really are. Just keep breathing. Long, deep breathes… you don’t need to be a Power Pony. You’re just a mare. A mare who had one too many nights going to bed alone, going out at night to risk your life rather than going out on dates. Isn’t that right?” Silver asked.

Matter-Horn tried to nod or do anything to look away. Her eyes were half open as they stayed locked on Silver’s. She hated it: going to bed alone all the time, never having any chance to be with somepony, or meet anypony that wasn’t a costumed criminal. And it was true, her right hoof never really satisfied her. Not in the same way she imagined a strong, pulsing, horse phallus could. Simple rubbing could never replace the sensation of being plugged with something warm that made her overflow with pleasure. A load warming her belly and keeping her feeling full even after her partner’s penis popped out of her tight twat, ready for her to lick clean. It was a feeling she wanted desperately.

Wh-what… I’ve never felt that before… how do I know it feels that way?

The question weakened the illusion, bringing reality to her fantasy.

“Keep breathing, just like that," Silver said, "You know that smell, don’t you? It’s the smell of a stallion who wants you more than anything in the world. That’s a super power all mares have, to make a stallion want them and only them. Can you imagine it, hearing your real name being called out as the stallion lucky enough to mount you reaches his peak? Losing strength as he empties himself inside you?”

Twilight could hear it. Her real name being called out by a stallion with apple-red fur and hard, bulging muscles, pumping into her, trembling as her tightness, her heat, and her wetness encapsulated his member, pulling it deeper. She could picture the climax, all his impressive muscles tensing up as a last gasp escaped his lips and his hot jizz flooded her insides. He would roll off her in a sweaty mess, at her mercy, taken by pleasure only she could give, and his reward would be having their collective juices licked clean from his sensitive cock while he moaned her name in a deep, husky voice: “Twil-”

Wait… that’s not me! I wouldn’t do that!

It took effort, but Matter-Horn pulled her eyes away from Tarnished Silver’s gaze. She felt like she was only half awake, remembering fragments of a dream. Silver gasped, surprised for a moment, then laughed.

“Either you have some amazing will power, or you’re too horny for a fantasy. If the wet mark at your crotch is any clue, I bet you need a dick in you more than you even realize.”

Matter-Horn whimpered. With her attention free of Silver’s emotional influence, Twilight was ashamed to feel so aroused given her situation. She inadvertently took deeper breaths of the gas, her body showing symptoms. Her wings ached to be free. Her body had become more sensitive than she thought possible, and thanks to the tightness of her costume, she could feel herself winking. The ropes prevented her from turning her head, but she could feel her juices spreading under her costume, making the outfit cling to her even more.

I… feel so hot. Can’t-can’t keep my head clear…

“Am I right? Is the great, upstanding Masked Matter-Horn ready for a hard rutting? Or do you want to save yourself right now, and give me what I want? Tell me your friend’s identity right now… and I won’t have you fucked senseless.” Tarnished Silver brought her face down to her captive, looking Matter-Horn right in the eyes. Silver was reminded of how much she hated the power ponies, particularly Matter-Horn. Those feelings were shared with Twilight, helping distract her from the ache between her hind legs, but it also played into what Silver really wanted to hear.

“You won’t get away with this.” Matter-Horn’s muffled promised sounded weak behind the foggy oxygen mask. Tarnished Silver smiled in response, looking away from the power pony and cutting off her emotional influence on the mare.

“Oh, I just did. Remember when I said if you spoke out of turn, you’d make it worse for your friend? Well, you did that twice. That means you’re going to get two visitors, and your friend Radiance is going to owe Diamond two more hours of orgasms.”

Masked Matter-Horn looked afraid for the first time since her capture. Panic finally won out. “If you hurt Ra-”

Silver slapped Twilight again. The tightly strapped oxygen mask didn’t move. “That’s three hours now and three visitors for you! Unless you want more? You can totally speak up again, by all means.”

Matter-Horn stayed silent, the pain in her cheek fading away as its sting tingled with pleasure more than pain.

“Tarnishing your image with the spunk of three stallions is going to be so rewarding for me. It will feel even better for me when I hear you give up the ponies you care so much for.” Tarnished Silver laughed at the thought of doing what so many other villains tried and failed to do in the past—bring an end to the Power Ponies once and for all.

Silver moved behind Matter-Horn, grabbing her captive by her hind legs and spreading them apart.

“You’re soaking your costume... let me help with that.”

Matter-Horn could only shut her eyes as she felt Silver’s muzzle press into the warm, wet material of her costume, making Twilight squeal. She heard and felt Silver sniff at her, hard and exaggerated like a pony about to enjoy a fine meal, making her eyes water with tears from what was about to happen.

“You smell good,” Silver said, keeping her mouth close to the soaked sex of the Masked Matter-Horn. “Hey, can I tell you a secret? I utterly love the smell of superpony pussy. But, yours doesn’t smell as sweet as Radiance.”

Silver pushed her tongue out, dragging it firmly over the camel toe of Matter-Horn’s costume. The Power Pony squealed loudly, squirming to push her helpless snatch closer to Silver’s mouth, tears shedding as her body betrayed her.

“Plea-please… don’t do this…” Twilight tried to beg for Silver to stop as her captive licked harder, until she felt Silver’s teeth pinch her. Matter-Horn yelled out, feeling the teeth graze her covered flesh and fasten onto her costume, pulling at it.

Tarnished Silver yanked back hard, ripping Matter-Horn’s costume and exposing the warm source of wetness. Silver pushed her muzzle back into the bare, winking sex of the Masked Matter Horn to take a longer, shameless sniff of Matter-Horn’s sex.

“Gods…” taking a long drag from Matter-Horn’s swelling clit to her smooth anus, Silver announced, “You’re actually dripping on my muzzle, you naughty mare...” It was true, despite what Matter-Horn wanted to believe. The lips of her achy sex winked again and again, leaking shame.

D-don’t… want this. This isn’t me… it’s the gas. Those awful things she made me imagine. I have to save Radiance… have to save Rarity!

Matter-Horn shut her eyes tight, trying to fight against her growing arousal. With her eyes closed, Silver couldn’t force her own feelings on Twilight, and even if she was raped right there and then, she still wouldn’t give up her or Radiance’s identities.

Tarnished Silver had no interest in playing mind games anymore. Her full attention was on her captive’s hot pussy, smearing juices on her nose and tongue. Silver licked again, loud and hungry for the unending supply of honey. She used the smooth edges of her front hooves to spread the petals of Twilight’s sex open, admiring the bright pink. Twilight gave a lusty moan as Silver pushed her tongue inside, deep as she could, loving how Matter-Horn squeezed around it. Silver’s lips locked tight around Twilight’s sex, sucking hard and sudden. Twilight struggled to remain conscious as pleasure radiated from her loins, seizing control of her body’s every action.

Silver didn’t hold back. She rubbed her tongue along the slippery walls of Twilight’s love tunnel. Mare juice was beginning to drip down her chin and throat as Silver pushed her tongue in and out of Matter-Horn, lacquering the walls of her foe in a syrup of spit, sweat, and pre-cum. Moans vibrated against Twilight’s sensitive sex, making her own oratory louder, joining in the chorus of the ponies she heard earlier.

As Twilight felt one of Silver’s hooves edge down to tease her clit, Twilight gave up fighting how good it felt to get eaten out. She tried pushing into Silver’s face, eager to take the full length of her captor’s tongue inside her. Silver grazed the horny heroine’s clit with her hoof, giving Twilight the push she needed to scream in pleasure and soak Silver’s face with one of the fastest orgasms she had ever had.

The tongue inside her finally stopped, and Silver slowly pulled away. Matter-Horn was left gasping, breathing great gulps of gas that hadn’t stopped blowing over her mouth and nose. The pleasure didn’t end, and Twilight felt too good to feel ashamed. She couldn’t feel Silver behind her anymore, but could hear heavy breathing and heavy steps behind—Matter Horn realized the steps sounded too heavy to be a mare.

“There she is, just lean your head forward. Sniff her out and you can have her.”

Matter-Horn’s eyes shot open as she tried to turn her head to see who Silver was speaking to.

Behind the bound heroine, a stallion in a gimp mask was led into the stall by Tarnished Silver, his reigns in her mouth, pulling him along. The gimp mask covered his entire head, his mouth sealed shut with a zipper, so that only his nose was left uncovered. His body shined from a black latex body suit that left only his lengthy spotted penis exposed. He sniffed the air, lowering his head more and more until it came to Matter-Horn’s cum-soaked rear. The sudden intruder made the helpless Power Pony scream, struggling and thrashing to pull away from the stallion as he took deep breaths of the musk-infused air, then stepped forward over Matter-Horn’s bound body. She hung low enough that he could mount her with ease even though he was unable to see her.

Matter-Horn screamed as she felt his hot stallionhood poke against her thigh. Even through her costume, she could feel heat emanating from the stallion's privates as he blindly fumbled around. Tarnished Silver giggled, amused at how one of her eager ‘pets’ rubbed himself over the helpless heroine.

“Poor guy’s so eager. He’s been hard for hours and hasn’t gotten to cum, even once. I wanted him hard and ready for you. He’s been breathing in the same gas you have.”

Matter-Horn shook her head as much as she was allowed, eyes shut as she felt the brute pierce her exposed sex, wet and winking against the smooth head of his own leaky cock. He let Matter-Horn feel his muscles tense as he found what he wanted, pushing firmly into her.

It was happening too fast. Matter-Horn screamed in pain and pleasure as the thick head of the stallion’s cock pushed apart her slimy pussy lips. She bit her lip until it bled, hating that her first stallion cock felt every bit as good as she had fantasized...

Author's Note

The Prankster is a direct reference to Pagliacci by theycallmejub. Everyone should read it.

The next chapter will focus on Radiance experience as a new piece of art created by Blood Diamond.

Chapter 3 - Blood Diamond

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.