The Error of Her Ways

Spitfire opened the door to the basement silently and began down the lengthy flight of stairs.

“Watch your step, everypony. A fuse or something blew down here a while back and I still haven’t gotten it fixed. We can hit the lights once we’re at the bottom, but not from up here.”

The two trailing behind her gave a nod and continued carefully, checking each step before pressing forward.

Lightning Dust was nearly through her second drink by then, eager to clear the fog in her head before they began getting into the exciting stuff. A fierce yawn forced itself from her muzzle as they reached the landing. Lightning’s eyes began to droop irresistibly as she tried to make out the faint forms in the darkness. All of a sudden, a blinding white light filled her vision as Spitfire flicked the lights on.

She squeezed her eyes shut, wavering slightly as she tried to function through the muddled mess that was her mind. She stumbled forward, leaning heavily on Dash’s shoulder.

“Fuck me, I’m tired, Dash. I feel like…” A yawn punctuated her sentence. “Like I’m gonna pash out or shome... thing…”

Lightning pried her eyes open and looked to Dash, surprised to see a somewhat cruel expression gracing her features.

“...Dash? What- What’sh… I dun feel sho good…” The empty glass dropped from her sluggish hoof and hit the floor with a clang. She attempted to shake her head one last time, only to become disoriented and tumble to the ground, unconscious before her head hit the floor.

Rainbow Dash looked to Spitfire. “So, what now?”

“Now, you help me drag the little wretch over there.” she said, pointing to the contraption attached to the far wall.

Together, they took hold of a foreleg each and dragged Lightning’s sleeping form to the rack that Spitfire had indicated.

“Hold on a sec, I can set this to a horizontal level so it’s easier to hook her up to.”

Dash looked at the thing skeptically. “Alright…”

A few seconds later, Spitfire had slid it down the wall and pulled it so it jutted straight out from the wall. The thing itself resembled a metal lattice, with flat crosscrossing strips of steel laid out across a sturdy frame. At strategic intervals there were buckles and holes, the purpose of which Dash could only imagine. In the position it was currently in, it almost looked like a  pull-out bed, albeit a slightly more sinister looking one.

“Okay, help me get her on to this.” Spitfire said, grabbing Lightning’s limp leg once again.

Dash gave a nod, “‘Kay. How do you want her?”

“Put her head on the far side and her hind hooves on the side closest to us.” she replied.

Once she was placed on the rack, Spitfire trotted over to a chest a few hooves away. She cocked her head and looked at its contents for a moment before selecting a few items and closing the lid with a satisfied nod. When she returned to Dash she showed her a set of straps and clamps.

“Pull her front hooves away from her body so they form a ‘T’, then spread her hind legs as far as you can and hold them there while I secure them with these.” she said, holding up the straps. “Make sure to free her wings from under her body when you do her front legs. They’ll be important tonight.”

Rainbow complied, moving the pony’s legs so they were as Spitfire had specified. As she finished, Spitfire followed behind, tightly binding them to the rack they rested upon in such a manner that the pony who they belonged to would be unable to move or free herself. Once her legs were immobile, Spitfire extended each of Lightning’s lax wings so they fanned across the latticework of steel and strapped them there by their bases. Then, taking the clamps she had retrieved from the nearby chest, she pinned each of Lightning’s primaries to the metal so that she wouldn’t be able to move her wings without pain.

Spitfire pulled a couple elastics from around her hoof and tied back the unconscious pony’s mane and tail back so they wouldn’t interfere with anything later on. After they were both out of the way she took one last strap, larger than the rest, and laid it across Lightning Dust’s forehead, tying it off around the back of her head, behind the rack. Now she wouldn’t even be able to move her head. With a few practiced movements Spitfire returned the rack to its former vertical position, leaving the restrained pony upright and able to see the entirety of the room once she awoke.

Stepping back, Spitfire cast a critical look at Lightning Dust’s form spread wide across the frame. She was stretched taut and unable to move any part of her body. It was a beautiful sight to behold, she thought.

While Spitfire admired her handiwork, Dash took the time to look around. A queen-sized bed adorned with fluffy pillows and silk sheets was situated in the middle of the room, and shackles could be seen attached to each bedpost. Looking at it, it was clear it wasn’t intended for somepony to merely sleep on. Gazing past that she saw an odd-looking chair. Well, it was hardly a chair. It was actually two large cushions, like the seat of a chair, but placed differently, with one at knee level and the other a couple hooves higher than that, and farther outwards so somepony could kneel upon the lower half and bend over the second bit. To the left of that there was a vaulting table-like thing, set rather high off the ground and thin enough that one could straddle it without having their hooves touch the ground. Beside it there was a small set of stairs to help whoever climb onto it.

There were other pieces of furniture that Dash didn’t recognise. All were rather contorted and uncomfortable looking, but still brought a smile upon Rainbow’s face. She’d used many of them in the past, but somehow had not even bothered to learn their names. How weird, she thought to herself. She continued looking about the room. On the walls hung rack after rack of tools. Paddles, whips, crops, ropes, harnesses; the few names that she had remember flitted through Dash’s mind, widening her grin.

Under those tools were three solid wood chests, containing all manner of blindfolds, clamps, straps, ties, gags, dildos, anal plugs and other toys. The room itself was painted black, with blood red trim around the door, floor, and ceiling. Looking up, she could even see supports from which ropes and chains hung, ready to be used at a moment’s notice.

“Did you hear me, Dash?” Spitfire’s voice called.

“Huh? Oh, nah. I was busy admiring the sights. What’s up?”

With a smile Spitfire repeated herself, “It is nice, isn’t it? Anyway, I said we should get dressed. Those pills will only keep her out for about another half an hour, and I want to be ready when she comes to.”

“Dressed?”

“There was a grain of truth in what  I said about coming down here to try on uniforms. Follow me.” with that, she walked off.

With a shrug Dash cantered after Spitfire, who had disappeared into another room to the side. Walking into the doorway, she cast her eyes over two equinnequins standing by the far wall. They were both wearing two identical and magnificent latex corsets with fishnet running up the sides. Attached to those were a pair of shimmering stockings that clung to their hindlegs, each adorned with a strip of spikes that ran over the wearer’s hoof, above those sat a pair of tight black silk panties with frilly lace trim. On its front legs there were a pair of latex socks that began at the elbow and stopped just before the hoof. They were likewise trimmed with lace. Finally, the equinnequins had spiked collars around their throats. Both ensembles were pure black and incredibly sexy.

“Whoa.” Dash breathed in awe.

“I take it you like them, then?”

“Like them? I love them! These are so awesome!”

“The one on the left’s yours. You best get it on now so I can tell you the drill.”

“Got it.” Dash replied, unfastening the corset from its model. She stepped into position and set it snugly against her barrel. She tried to reach behind her to grab the ties, but after a few attempts sat back on her haunches and asked Spitfire, “Um, can you give me a hoof with this?”

With a laugh Spitfire walked over and tugged the strings until the piece was tight against Dash’s athletic body. She tied them off and went back to her own outfit, glancing back to appreciate how the garment accentuated Rainbow Dash’s curves and made her look tough and imposing, yet still more feminine than she normally appeared.

She drew her eyes back to the rest of her outfit, still worn by the equinnequin. She quickly peeled the stockings away from their model, sliding them onto her lean legs and attaching them with practiced ease to the hem of the corset she already wore. She then liberated the silk panties from its form, gracefully pulling them up her own legs to barely cover her plot and slotting her tail through the provided hole. Next, she slipped the socks on over her forelegs, tightening the clasp near her elbow to ensure they didn’t slide off. She fastened the collar around her slender neck, and, almost as an afterthought, grabbed a couple studded bands from the table beside the equinnequin and slipped them on over the base of her tail.

Stopping in front of a mirror, she grabbed one last thing, a golden earring in the shape of a jagged lightning bolt trailing fire, and quickly inserted it into her right ear. She gave a quick wiggle, make sure everything was in place and secure, before trotting over to Dash, who was putting her own collar on. With a click she locked it in place and turned to face Spitfire, casting an appraising eye over the other pony.

“Damn, Spits. These things are hot! Where’d you even get ‘em?”

“I had them hoof crafted by some seamstress in Ponyville, actually. Radiant Gem- Scarcity- No, Rarity! Yeah, Rarity. That was her name. Her business was small, but it was discreet, which was exactly what I needed. And it seems like she’s pretty damn good at her job too, these outfits turned out much better than I had hoped for.”

Rainbow nodded. “Yeah, I’ve, uh- I’ve heard of her. Her work’s amazing. You should see some of the other stuff she does, I’m amazed that she hasn’t hit it big yet.”

Dash remembered vaguely that Rarity had been complaining a few days prior about some especially unique order that had come in from a very rich client. Rainbow Dash hadn’t figured that that elite client had been Spitfire, though. Go figure, Rarity made an outfit that Dash was now wearing to dominant the pony she helped kidnap. Certainly different from those froo-froo dresses that she was usually forced to wear.

“So, what’s the plan?” Dash questioned.

“Well, as you can imagine, this is going to be slightly different than what your typical session would be. She’s here against her will, so precautions will have to be taken. I’ll be locking the doors, the key to which will be in the table beside where my outfit was. The room’s even soundproofed for when things inevitably get loud.”

“Whew, this is going to be amazing- like nothing else I’ve ever done.”

Spitfire laughed, “Well I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic, you seemed… hesitant when I first brought this up.”

“It just took me a while to warm up to the idea. Now that I’ve had a chance to really think about, I realise how this will benefit us all in the end. So what’s not to be excited about?”

“Precisely!” Spitfire cried. She paused, grinning, and looked at the clock hanging above the door. “If I gave her the correct dosage, then she should be waking up in the next fifteen minutes or so.”

“So what’s going to happen after she wakes up?”

“When she shows signs that she’s waking up I’m going to lie down and I want you to eat me out.” Spitfire stated plainly. “You don’t have to do a good job of it, just make it showy; loud, messy, sloppy- obvious. I want her first feeling to be that of shock. After that I’m going to lead the charge. I’ve got a few ideas that I’ll be throwing in when I feel they work best, but these things are always so much more fun if you make it up as you go along, wouldn’t you say?”

“Wholeheartedly.” Dash replied with a nod, a malicious grin forming on her face.

“Great! Shall we take a seat outside and wait for her to wake up, then?”

Dash trotted forward, gesturing grandly to the door. “After you.”

Spitfire laughed and sauntered out of the room, followed closely by Rainbow Dash. They each grabbed a padded chair from a nearby table and took a seat in front of the bound Lightning Dust. A few minutes later the trussed up pony’s eyes began to flutter and a faint groan worked its way from her muzzle.

Spitfire looked expectantly at Dash and slid further down in her chair, sliding her skimpy panties down until they fell to the floor in a heap. She spread her hind legs wide and exposed her moist pink cunt to the warm air of the room, prompting a nod from Dash who quickly and got off her own chair and sank to her knees in front of Spitfire’s waiting pussy.

“And let the show begin.” she said simply, moving her head forward and burying her muzzle in Spitfire’s marehood. Her tongue laved the sweet flesh of Spitfire’s outer lips, spreading them apart and sinking into her tight tunnel with little finesse. Needs to look messy, she thought. No point in acting like this is for anything but show. With deliberate movements she flattened her tongue out and ran it across Spitfire’s slit, causing the pony to moan theatrically in apparent pleasure. Slurping at her moist passage, Rainbow Dash felt a hoof press against the back of her head, forcing her mouth harder against the pussy in front of her. Dash took the hint and began flicking her tongue deeper inside Spitfire, biting gently on her engorged lips with exaggerated movements, making obnoxious noises all the while.

Behind her, she could hear Lightning Dust’s gasp as she finally awoke. Dash smirked and curled her tongue around Spitfire’s clit, dragging a genuine reaction from her in the process.

“Enough.” Spitfire said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "You will not speak, Lightning Dust. You will only listen."

Lightning gazed at the duo numbly, partially paralyzed by fear.

"You are here for our amusement. I’ve gone to great lengths to prepare for your arrival, spent many weeks planning out every detail of your eventual capture and training.”

Lightning's eyes grew wide at her words, even more so as she realised that she was held immobile. Her mind raced as she wondered how long Spitfire had been watching her- how long her private life hadn’t really been private after all.

“How-” Lightning Dust began in a shaky voice.

Spitfire cut her off. "You are fairly reserved, sexually. You have had only a small hooful of partners, all stallions, who have left you only mildly satisfied. One such partner broke your heart by cheating on you with a trusted friend. You lack even the slightest curiosity in other mares. You haven't ever used a sex toy with a partner, much less done anything that could be remotely considered sexually adventurous. Pleasuring others orally disgusts you and receiving it makes you feel awkward. Am I on the right track?"

Lightning Dust’s mouth fell open, and tears of shame began gathering in her eyes.

Spitfire’s voice grew sharp. “Am I right?”

Lightning nodded dumbly in response, too stunned to even think of talking back to her kidnapper.

"You feel the fact you can give yourself an intense orgasm once or twice a week with that little vibrator you keep in your nightstand makes you independent when really it only makes you feel sad. Alone. Angry, even. Angry enough, perhaps, to lash out at others. To put them in danger because you’re too caught up in your own lonely little world."

Once again Lightning found herself nodding as a fierce blush dominated her face. At the thought of her masturbation habits being so public a fat tear fell loose and rolled down her downy cheek.

“You bottle up your emotions, and in turn you feel the need to put up a barrier between you and everypony else. You feel like, to protect yourself, you need to drive others away from you, which you do by being arrogant and obnoxious. You know perfectly well where the line lies in the sand, and you make it a point to cross it over and over again.”

"Well,” Spitfire continued, “I have great news. I am going to show you how easy it is to turn a cocky, volatile mare like you into a wanton little slut who's willing to jill herself off while sticking her tongue in an asshole."

At this point Lightning found her courage. She tried to rise up only to find that her bindings were in fact quite secure. She was going nowhere, she knew, but that didn’t stop her from twisting and writhing in her restraints, her wings straining painfully at their clamps. Her struggles earned her a sharp slap that left her ass stinging. She felt a scream well up when she saw Rainbow raise her hoof again, but quickly reconsidered and fell silent.

"The fact that this upsets you is one of the biggest reasons why I decided to go through with this whole thing.” Spitfire stood and turned her back to Lightning Dust, talking as she strode to a chest near the back of the room. “Reforming somepony is no fun, no challenge, when they’re willing.”

She rifled around inside for a moment before turning back around, a ball gag gripped in her hooves. She tossed the gag to Dash, who took the hint and immediately buckled it around Lightning Dust’s face. Lightning tried defiantly to keep her mouth closed as the bright red ball came to rest on her lips, her teeth grinding together from the pressure at which she was clamping her jaw shut. Dash merely chuckled and pinched Lightning’s nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breath, quickly slipping the rubber orb between her teeth as soon as her lips parted.

     While Rainbow Dash was preoccupied, Spitfire turned back to the open chest and removed a silky satin blindfold and a moulded silicone toy with two fat appendages that were obviously intended to penetrate a mare's cunt and ass simultaneously.

Spitfire coated the toy with a special concoction of high grade aphrodisiacs and warming lube, stroking it lewdly just for Lightning’s viewing pleasure.

"It's even got a nice vibrating nub on the front, too," she supplied, pleased by the wide eyed expression on her captive’s face. "You're such a perverted slut, I bet your cunt is drooling just thinking having this inside you."

Lightning shook her head as much as her restraints would allow, gurgling angrily behind the gag as she strained to draw her legs together.

Spitfire simply laughed.

She walked over to Lightning’s prone form, toy and blindfold in hoof. Setting the blindfold on the chair she vacated earlier, she stopped to stand in front of Lightning Dust, her hoof casually reaching down to stroke at the bound pony’s cunt. She toyed with her for a moment, flicking gently at Lightning clit, still hidden under its protective hood. She ran the edge of her hoof along her slit, pushing her slick lips aside to caress her opening. Looking up, Spitfire could see that Lightning had her eyes screwed shut, tears now flowing freely down her face. She scowled and removed her hoof.

“Lightning Dust,” Spitfire began, her voice commanding Lightning’s attention. “You are to keep your eyes on your masters at all times. I’ll excuse you this time, but do not expect Dash or myself to be lenient with you in the future.” She punctuated the point with a painful flick to one of Lightning’s hard nipples.

Dropping to her knees soundlessly, Spitfire flicked her warm tongue against Lightning’s pleasure button, teasing it out from hiding with ease. She circled the little bud, gently scraping her teeth against it every now and then to distract Lightning from the toy that was about to invade her.

The tips of the toy entered her, one prong slipping easily inside her moist cunt while the other pushed at the more reluctant star of her ass. Spitfire stroked it back and forth, smearing the drugged lube inside Lightning’s tight little holes until her body heated up and her cunt wept in anticipation. She seated it inside Lightning fully, its perfectly placed ridges ensuring that no amount of pushing could expel it from her body. Much to her shame, Lightning found a low, guttural moan slipping out from behind her gag, her cunt openly drooling from Spitfire’s intimate assault.

With a nonchalant flick of her hoof Spitfire sent Lightning into convulsions, the toy buried inside her greedy cunt vibrating and massaging her slick walls deliciously. Small prongs on the vibrator hovered directly over Lightning’s engorged clit, sending sharp, potent shocks of pleasure right to her head.

While Lightning writhed in sweet agony Spitfire took her place beside Rainbow Dash.

“Now Lightning Dust, Rainbow Dash and I have schedules to keep, so before we leave we’re going to impart some invaluable rules to you. These rules are the code by which you will now be living, so listen closely. If at anytime you disobey or disregard these rules you can expect to be punished swiftly and without mercy.” She leaned forward and removed Lightning’s gag. “Are we clear?”

Lightning Dust’s head was wiggling pitifully from side to side under her bindings, her pinned wings twitched uselessly against the metal frame of the rack, unable to extend to their full, aroused glory. The twin shafts felt so good inside her, and her clit was so sensitive she thought it was near bursting. The only sound she could make consisted of needy mewlings as pleasure wracked her body. She paid Spitfire’s words no head.

Spitfire scowled menacingly and turned to whisper something to Dash. Rainbow quickly went to another chest of toys and returned to Spitfire with a pair of weighty metal nipple clamps and a matching chain.

Spitfire drew close to Lightning Dust and bent down to gently lap at the poor mare’s pebbly teats. She ran the tip of her tongue around each bud lightly, laving them with care. Spitfire flicked her tongue over each before bringing her mouth down and nibbling the swollen peaks until they stood proudly at attention, drawing tortured moans from Lightning as she worked. Straightening up, Spitfire grabbed the clamps from her partner, and with a curt pinch to each nipple, clamped them on. Working quickly, Spitfire attached the silver chain to each so that they were connected and stood back happily.

“Now, I will reiterate. You are going to be given a specific set of rules that you are never to disobey for the duration of your stay with us, Lightning Dust. These rules govern your new life here. First rule, you will always address Dash and myself as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Master’. No exceptions. Understood?”

Lightning was still oblivious to Spitfire’s words, despite her newly trussed up teats. Spitfire, her patience drawing thin, grasped the chain dangled between Lightning’s tits and yanked, jerking each tender nub down painfully.

Lightning screeched in surprised and discomfort, her eyes snapping towards Spitfire in confusion.

“Understood?”

Lightning was clueless as to what Spitfire was talking about, but nevertheless nodded the affirmative, fearing the pain that Spitfire could inflict at a flick of her wrist.

Frowning, Spitfire pulled the chain again, sending pain coursing through Lightning’s body, sharp enough that it even rivaled the intensity of the pleasure her cunt and ass were being subjected to.

“You will only speak when spoken to. When you are asked a question you will respond verbally with either ‘Yes.’ or ‘No.’ unless otherwise stated. Now, what rules have we covered, slut?”

Lightning cringed, angry tears once again dripping off her chin as her cunt dripped her sweet nectar on to the floor. “I’ll only speak when spoken to, and I’m only to respond with ‘Yes.’ or ‘No.” unless otherwise stated.” she mumbled, her eyes cast to the ground.

The chain was pulled again, harder this time.

“And?”

“And? Wasn’t that it?” Lightning flicked her eyes up to Spitfire questioningly.

“That was the second rule. What’s the first?”

“First? What the fuck are yo-” Lightning was cut off abruptly by another bout searing pain radiating from her nipples. A broken cry fell from her lips and she glared hatefully at Spitfire.

“Watch your language, cunt. First rule, what is it? Think hard now, or I’ll just have to worsen your punishment.”

Lightning wracked her mind. First rule? She thought the yes or no thing was the first rule. Her eyes darted around the room frantically, locking in on Spitfire’s tight leather corset. She looked every bit a dominatrix, she thought. Like she was born to demean ponies. Nopony was born like that, though. Nopony deserved to have their lives torn apart like this. Lightning and Lightning alone was meant to be the master of her life, not some high flying little shit with a grudge.

Wait, master… that was it!

Lightning swallowed a bitter sigh and tentatively recited Spitfire’s words from earlier, “I am to always address you two as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Master’. No exceptions.”

     “No exceptions what?”

     “...no exceptions to the rule?” Lightning blinked stupidly, confused again.

     Another flash of pain, another scolding. Each tug sent her cunt clenching desperately at the toy lodged inside her, shooting another jolt of sweet pleasure right to her head.

     “No exceptions, Mistress.” Lightning corrected herself quickly, catching on in a bright, painful instant.

     “That’s better. Now, recite them for us again.”

     Head hanging low as the straps would allow, Lightning repeated herself. “I am only to refer to you both as Mistress or Master. No exceptions. I’ll only speak when spoken to, and I’m only to respond with ‘Yes.’ or ‘No.” when questioned, unless otherwise stated. ...Mistress.” she added, tacking the name on hastily and not without a trace of snarkiness.

"Wonderful. Moving on. You exist only as a means to make mine and Dash’s lives easier. Your sole purpose is to pleasure us when we want pleasure. To amuse us when we want to be amused. To suffer when we want to see you suffer. You should be grateful to us for every little thing we give you, whether it’s a whipping or an orgasm.”

Lightning glowered as Spitfire talked, her words flowing over her like ice water, chilling her to the bone. They really expected her to go along with those ridiculous, egotistical rules? They wished. She’d just bide her time until she could sneak out and get help.

They wouldn’t break her.

“The seventh and final rule is know your place. You’re just a wanton little slut. You have no place in society. No one wants you, no one needs you. You’re nothing to us but a pet. A toy to enjoy when the mood strikes us. Remember that, cunt, because if you forget that you’re below even the most slovenly whore your experience with us with not be a pleasant one.”

Rainbow Dash picked up the blindfold and approached Lightning. “We’re going to leave you here to soak in everything that’s happened. I suggest you work on controlling that temper of your before it causes you more pain.”

The blindfold went over Lightning’s eyes, followed closely by the gag, which effectively cut off her furious rambling. After taking an appraising look at her work, Rainbow amped up the vibrations on Lightning’s little toy and followed Spitfire to the door, a small remote clutched in her hoof.

“Oh!” Spitfire called back, “Before I forget, if we come back and find that you’ve lost controlling of that drooling little cunt of yours and cum, even once, then you’re going to be severely punished. You have no idea the kinds of things that we can make your body feel, slave, but cum once and you will.”

Then, suddenly, Lightning Dust was alone with nothing but her tears and a sweet, relentless pleasure overtaking her senses.

The twin shafts were buried deep inside her rippling walls, and her clit was pressed firmly against the vibrating nub. Her body already wanted to cum. A crushing orgasm, one that had been building since the toy had first touched her lips, threatened to crash down on top of her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her body throbbed, her nipples burned, hot with pain, but still the delicious feeling of those little prongs on her swollen clit began to override everything.

She tried to flex her muscles, to force the toy out of her, but doing so only nudged the toy so it pressed against her needy button more firmly than before.

White hot tension coiled in Lightning’s belly, the fluttering on her clit sending shivers cascading down her spine. She could feel release surging closer, but she didn’t want it to reach her.

This was what they wanted, they wanted to make her feel helpless, like there was nothing she could do to prevent them from punishing her. They wanted to make her feel like she’d done something wrong, even though she realistically hadn’t.

The buzzing changed suddenly, adopting a low, less frantic tempo that gave Lightning’s sore button a chance to rest. Maybe the toy had malfunctioned or something, she thought gratefully as her impending climax slowly sputtered out.

With a sigh of barely contained relief, Lightning sagged and closed her eyes, her mind working overtime as she tried to think of a way out of her predicament. Before she even knew it her eyes were growing heavy, the soft humming of the toy in her marehood lulling her to sleep before she could even protest.

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Lightning awoke to the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt.

The vibrations tormenting her had increased tenfold, sending her abused, overly sensitive body headlong into a surprise orgasm.

Lightning’s head jerked forward and back, hitting the back of the rack sharply enough to send a cascade of sparks across her field of vision. Her cunt and ass clenched repeatedly around the toy as the pleasure seized her. Her limbs bucked and strained at their bindings as she thrashed mindlessly, her body locked in climax. Bound helplessly as she was, she found herself powerless to move away from the vibrator. Its vibrations prolonged her orgasm, then pushed her up over the peak into another, her juices staining the fur of her legs as her cunt was flooded with marecum.

The hours marched by, unknown by Lightning Dust, who was caught in an inescapable cycle of pleasure and exhaustion. The vibrators would intensify, forcing Lightning to cum again and again, only to go back down to a buzzing that only served to tease her. She was weak after having exploded so many times, and fell asleep almost as soon as the climaxes ceased, only to be woken again by another relentless tidal wave of pleasure.

Her body hurt. Her ass and cunt ached for a rest, but it would be some time yet before they were granted such a simple luxury.