Payback: A Real Pain in the Rear

Sweetie Belle swallowed hard again, and silently decided “I’ve got this.”

And not a second too soon, either. The Mane-iac turned to face her, reset the timer and presented the massive erection for her to suck as little or as much as she pleased.

Almost trembling from the knowledge of what she had to do, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “I...I thought it would never be my turn.” She said in her best effort to mimic the sultry voice that Rarity deployed to get her way sometimes.

The Mane-iac raised an eyebrow at the cheesy attempt at bravado, but shrugged and waited to see if the girl was more than just talk. She didn’t wait long, as Sweetie Belle leaned forward to gently place a kiss on the underside of the shaft. The lingering scent of her friends rectums was a sudden and unwelcome hurdle to her act, and she had to fight the urge to turn away. Out of desperation, she wrapped her lips around the tip. To her surprise, the taste wasn’t as bad as the smell. She began bobbing her head up and down slowly, while fluttering her eyes at her captor. A salty drop of precum rubbed off onto her tongue, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly.

Suddenly remembering the real purpose of this blowjob, she took as much of the cock into her mouth as she could. With conscious effort, she pushed the massive member into her throat, almost all the way down to her tonsils. Her gag reflex was screaming at her, and she couldn’t breathe, but she moaned and pushed it further. Her eyes watered and her lungs burned, but she kept sucking it down until she felt the Mane-iac’s scrotum resting against her chin. The shaft near its base tasted and smelled much stronger than the rest of it. Apparently Scootaloo had taken it an inch or two further up her ass than down her throat, and she hadn’t been able to deep-throat it far enough to clean its base.

She imagined a closeup view of it sliding into Scootaloo’s bottom. The vivid image, combined with the taste and scent caused a rather sudden flash of warmth between her thighs. Careful not to scrape the shaft with her teeth, she slowly pulled back, moaning. Turning her head to suck on the side of the shaft, she could see Apple Bloom staring intently at her performance. In the moment that their eyes met, Apple Bloom began to frantically jerk her head upwards, directing her friend’s attention. Looking up, Sweetie saw what she was pointing to: the green crystal. Suddenly wary of being too obvious with her realization, she shifted her focus to the breasts that the crystal rested between. The villain’s puffy nipples stood erect in the cool air of the torture chamber, and she continued to enjoy the oral gratification.

Emboldened, Sweetie Belle began to vigorously bob her head up and down on the shaft, generously coating it in saliva. More precum dripped out, and she made a show of licking it off the tip, making eye contact with her captor while doing so. The Mane-iac licked her lips and breathed heavily, clearly enjoying the enthusiasm that her latest victim was bringing to the game. As a mild reward -- or perhaps a cruel false hope -- a pair of tentacles slipped under the girl’s blouse and gently snaked around her rubbery little nipples.

She shuddered at the unexpected stimulation and licked her lips. Giving a dramatic flip of her pink and purple hair, Sweetie Belle pouted up at her captor and whispered “You gonna fuck me in the ass, or do you expect me to beg for it?” She fluttered her eyes again, and breathed “...because I will.”

Ding!

With a devilish grin, the Mane-iac hummed to herself and walked around the subdued girl. Sweetie Belle was the only one of the three who had been wearing a skirt. The villain flipped it up, letting the light fabric crumple onto the small of the girl’s back. With exaggerated flair, she peeled her panties away. Gripping the elastic along the top with two fingers, she pulled it down to reveal soft, shapely buttocks. Sliding the fabric further down, she exposed a glistening vagina. The girl’s naked flesh was smooth as milk, and gleaming. It was hard to tell if that gleam was from a cold sweat or droplets of arousal. Hopefully both...the Mane-iac smiled that nasty grin all over again.

Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to offer further erotic word fodder, but she was completely caught off guard by the sensation of a huge, saliva-coated cock thrusting every inch into her pussy. She gasped and squeeked in alarm.

“Hey! But that’s not…!”

A hair tentacle -- rigid and surprisingly smooth in texture -- plunged into her mouth, silencing her abruptly.

“Silly girl.” The Mane-iac interrupted. “You and I both know you’re no virgin. Can’t take what isn’t there.”

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom exchanged shocked glances.

Sweetie Belle blushed, partially from embarrassment and partially because the sudden attention to her tender bits was far from what she expected. A sharp aching sensation -- like a pulled muscle -- signaled the stretched and eventual rupturing of her hymen. It dawned on her that the Mane-iac was operating off of a specific narrative: one apparently provided by Rarity’s use of the inscrutable checkboxes in the back of the magazine. In that moment, she darkly realized that she was Player 1, and all bets were off.

The tentacle in her mouth didn’t quite have the girth as her captor’s erection, and its unexpected invasion was more of a nuisance than a choking hazard. Still, she reminded herself to play it cool: if they expected to get out of this mess, the show must go on. She genuinely didn’t expect anything about this to actually be pleasurable, but in that moment of role immersion she forgot all about the peril of the situation. Tossing aside all semblance of caution and decency, she was content to just savor the feeling of being ravaged. She was no longer acting; if vanquishing her foe meant milking that cock for the rest of the day, she so be it. After just a dozen thrusts, she felt the tingling onset of an approaching climax.

Just before she could finish, the shafts in her pussy and mouth were pulled away, rudely denying her the release she had been anticipating. She was about to complain, but before she knew what was happening, the throbbing member appeared right in front of her and thrust into her mouth. She had never tasted herself -- or any other girl’s vagina -- before, and the sharp, tangy taste of her pussy juice was exhilarating. She rubbed her thighs together, desperately seeking release. With the thick, veiny erection in her mouth, and her own sticky juices dribling down her chin, she furiously ground her thighs together as much as the leg restraints allowed. In a moment of frustration, she thought she might not be able to get there. A split second before she was about to give up, the hair tentacles under her shirt gave an extra hard tweak to her nipples, while a third one slapped her bottom with a CRACK that reverberated loudly in the dreary room.

She reached the edge. Her bottom burned as the point of impact quickly turned red and swollen from the blow. The tentacle -- so harsh a moment earlier -- ever so gently brushed against her clit. The dam broke, and her vagina pulsated waves of pleasure through every inch of her body. The waves of ecstasy flowed down her trembling thighs, to her feet, causing her toes to rapidly clench in restless spasms. The waves burned upwards, along her stomach, through her furiously pounding heart, up her throat and out to the tip of her tongue as it cradled the rock hard organ that rested there. She cried out, lips still firmly locked around her captor’s member. She shut her eyes and rode out wave after wave of blinding, electric bliss. Rivulets of natural lubricant slid down her thighs and soaked her panties as her vaginal canal clenched and released over and over until her mind and body were thoroughly exhausted.

The hard shaft slipped out of her mouth and she lowered her head, breathing in heavy, ragged gasps. Her neck was a little sore from holding her head up for so long, so she rested it on her forearms while she caught her breath.

“That...that was…” She was cut off rudely by the sensation of something big and hard pushing directly against her little rosebud.

“Oh shit!” was all she managed, before words failed her. In one smooth motion, the eager erection pushed against the girl’s tight sphincter, stretched out rings of muscles, eased past, plowed through her warm, tender rectum and came to rest in the deep, messy recesses of Sweetie Belle’s colon.

Her mouth hung open in a soundless scream. Her watering eyes shot wide open, then tightly clenched shut, pushing a single tear down her cheek. It slid past her open lips, to the bottom of her chin, leaving a shimmering trail, until it dripped down and landed on her hands as she clasped them together in a flight of panic. Her feet kicked and flailed against the restraints while her body and mind tried desperately to process the mind-numbing agony and ecstasy of getting anally raped.

“Ffffffuck.” She finally screamed as the cock impaling her intestines began to piston in and out. Resting her head on her forearms, she arched her back to get a more manageable angle for the unbelievably deep penetration. More tears quickly followed, leaving a spattered collection of wetness on her hands and the floor beneath her. Still clasped together, her hands jiggled slightly with each thrust into her bottom. The fingernails on each hand dug into the soft skin of the back of the other. Restrained as she was, her subdued posture resembled a groveling acolyte offering a fervent prayer to the gods of pleasure and pain.

The Mane-iac hadn’t even bothered with the timer; it had served its purpose, and wouldn’t be necessary with this girl. She slapped her victim’s rump, leaving a red hand-shaped welt on her marshmallow soft skin. The girl squeaked adorably from the abuse, so the her captor slapped her again. And again. All the while, her cock thrust faster and faster, sliding in and out of the helpless girl’s slicked asshole. The ridges of flesh -- normally folded up into a starfish pattern -- were taut and bright pink as her sphincter stretched to its absolute limit, to encompass the penetrating member. The skin around the opening was stretched so tight along the circumference of the invader that it was positively glistening.

Sweetie felt that familiar pressure, the elusive tingle and ache of a building orgasm. Her nerves were assaulted by the sharp sting of her opening stretched beyond its limit, and the dull ache of her insides being ruthlessly bludgeoned. But rather than impede her arousal, the pain seemed to accelerate its onset. Again, when it was seconds away from being within her reach, the source of her pleasure was ripped away from her. Spreading her cheeks wide, the villain slid her erection out of the frustrated girl, admiring the perfectly round, gaping asshole. She let go of the girl’s cheeks, and her hole quickly closed. She spread the cheeks again, and the submissive girl’s sphincter dutifully inched open again.

“Goooood girl” the Mane-iac cooed, genuinely impressed with the young girl’s whorish aptitude for such a professional level of kink.

Sweetie felt a hand gripping her hair, pulling her head up from its resting position. The maddening instrument of her pleasure was right in front of her, when it should have been behind her. She decided she really didn’t care anymore. Without further prompting, she opened her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she savored an exotic cocktail of flavors: the salty pre-cum, the tangy remnants of her cunt juice, a hint of blood from her stolen virginity, and the newest sensation: the gritty texture and bitter taste of her own excrement. She moaned softly, working her tongue along the muscular underside of the shaft. She obediently collected every drop and morsel of each flavor, and swallowed it all down. The penis was removed from her lips, leaving behind a rope of saliva between them. A little streak of something was smeared along the corner of her mouth, and in a lust-fueled daze, she flicked her tongue out to collect it. With a final swallow, she again rested her head on her hands.

Hands roughly spread her cheeks once more, and her well-conditioned rosebud relaxed into a gaping invitation for further pleasure. She moaned as the cock plunged into her rectum and resumed its vigorous fucking. Her tormentor pulled her hair, forcing her head up and her back to arch further.

“What’ll it be, little girl?”

Not comprehending, Sweetie’s eyes half-opened, and stared at a spot on the far wall.

“I’m about to come...do you want it up your ass or down your throat?”

Her mind idly drifted back to the comic book’s macabre illustration of a see-through view at the moment of ejaculation. Rivers of semen gushing past the sex-crazed victim’s cervix. Into her womb. Up her bowels. Down her throat. Positively drunk from sensory overload, Sweetie took a few moments to answer.

“Both. I...I want it all.”

The Mane-iac laughed softly, let go of the girl’s hair, and leaned back to continue the merciless assault on her insides. Every thrust pulled almost entirely out, then jammed all the way back into Sweetie’s colon. Her pussy was leaking a steady flow of sticky fluid, soaking all the way through her half-removed panties, and forming a small puddle between her knees. Her stretched out rosebud was developing a frothy coating: the result of saliva subjected to constant friction as both of them approached an orgasm.

“Tell me what you need, my little anal cunt.”

Sweetie moaned pitifully. “Please d-don’t stop.”

Her captor slapped her bottom sharply, eliciting a delirious yelp.

“Be specific!”

Sweetie’s eyes began to water again, blurring her vision. Still, she could make out the figures of her two friends staring in slack-jawed amazement. She shut her eyes tight, unable to face them during the moments to come.

“Fuck my ass!” she screamed. “Pump my--”

Smack!

“Oh god, pump...” she faltered and gasped before gritting her teeth and forcing herself to continue denigrating herself for her captor’s pleasure. “Pump my shit hole full of cum!”

The dirty talk definitely seemed to be working. The Mane-iac’s breathing became more ragged, and she started to moan with each exhalation. Sweetie looked over her shoulder longingly and gave her captor the best version of Rarity’s sultry, begging pout.

“Please…” she said, brimming with fresh tears as she locked eyes with her captor. “At first I was afraid of the pain.” She flinched as the the cock plunged particularly deep into her battered, aching insides. Those fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“But…” she finished in a whisper “It hurts so fucking good when you do it in my ass.” She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, anticipating the climax. The pressure had returned in full force, and she had to concentrate in order to not reach her own orgasm before her partner. Finally, the villain’s thrusting slowed and her moans became more labored. She jammed her cock up to the hilt as it started to twitch. Deep in her bowels, Sweetie could feel the amazing sensation of a strong throb, followed immediately by a burst of cum erupting into her colon. The first gush sent her right over the edge. Her pussy and sphincter clenched in time with the squirting erection, as if coaxing each and every spurt out of the invading organ, to welcome it into her warm, hungry depths. Like a grotesque slow dance, her clenching orifice elicited another throb and spurt, which in turn brought about another clenching spasm. Holding their breaths, the two went round and round a dozen times, eventually slowing.

As the pulsating sensation faded, the two took a minute to catch their breath. The Mane-iac gingerly pulled her cock out of Sweetie’s distended rectum. It was still quite stiff, though not as ferociously rigid as before. With a soft, wet “plot”, her shaft pulled free of the punished sphincter, which hung open. Looking down, the villain soaked in the impressive view: her enormous ejaculation had pooled in the girl’s wide-open rectum, filling her pink insides nearly to the brim with a whole lot of white. With the slave’s shoulders down and her hips up, gravity alone kept the load from spilling out. Very slowly, the hole began to wink shut. After nearly a full minute, her thoroughly distended butthole had shrunk almost all the way back to its original position. Aside from a slightly bruised appearance and a few stray drops of saliva and semen, there was no sign of the abuses it had just endured.

Despite her commendable performance so far, a tiny bit of creamy white spunk leaked out as Sweetie relaxed her back and lifted her head. She winced a little bit. The rough anal session had stretched, rubbed and slightly torn sensitive tissue in a number of places, and the viscous fluid stung as it leaked out.

Biting her lip, she tried to clench her sphincter to prevent anything even more embarrassing. The Mane-iac once again stood in front of her captive, offering the erection one more time. With a wry smile, Sweetie took it into her mouth. As before, the taste was an exquisite bouquet of flavors. This time the addition of semen gave it a more bitter, masculine taste. The villain smiled triumphantly down at her completely subjugated fuck puppet, who could only moan slowly and struggle to keep her butt clenched. All that aggressive pounding had pushed a lot of air up into her bowels, and her insides were demanding that this was the opportune time to get rid of it.

With a wet smack, she pulled her lips off of the tip of the softening penis. Movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye, and she glanced over at Apple Bloom, who was once again gesturing for her to do...something. Then she got an idea. With an exaggerated slurping action, she sucked out the last few drops of semen and made a show of swishing it around in her mouth.

“So…” she said casually, “if I swallow your stuff, I bet I would get some of your powers.”

The Mane-iac’s triumphant smile turned into a sneer, then a scowl.

“Take...take MY power?” She was growing furious at the idea of a slave even thinking such a thing. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with it. Now give it back, you little shit!”

Clutching the girl’s jaw with one hand and roughly pulling her hair with the other, she wrenched Sweetie’s head up, while crouching down to meet her face to face. “Spit it out, bitch!”

Sweetie put on her most innocent look and asked “You mean this?” She opened her mouth just enough for the villain to see her tongue, covered in the last remnants of ejaculate.

“I’ll choke it out of you, then leave you here to rot.”

The girl narrowed her eyes. “Come and get it.” She stuck her tongue out.

Infuriated, the Mane-iac coiled her tentacles tightly around the girl’s throat. A crushing force far exceeding her previous efforts made Sweetie flail and almost spit out her precious payload. Gripping her jaw with both hands, the vile woman violently forced her own tongue into the girl’s mouth, hungrily swishing over her teeth, lapping up any traces of cum. The tentacles coiled so tightly around her throat that they restricted blood flow. Something bumped against her hands as her vision began to fade.

“Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom screamed to her friend. “Get the crystal!”

Fumbling against the fog of unconsciousness, Sweetie unclenched her fists. Her wrists were still tightly restrained, but while the Mane-iac was kneeling down to tonsil-fuck her with her tongue, the necklace had dangled right over Sweetie’s hands. She turned her hand over and groped about blindly with her fingers. Just before the lights went out, she grasped something cold and hard, about the size of a finger. With her last remaining strength, she bit down on the invading tongue as hard as she could.

Blinding pain flooded her skull and she saw stars. The villain had brutally smacked the side of her head, freeing herself from the girl’s bite and knocking over Sweetie and her entire restraint contraption in the process. The world tilted as she toppled onto her side, still fully bound, but now bleeding from a gash by her eyebrow.

Roaring in disbelief and fury, the Mane-iac stumbled along the far wall. As she began to recover, her miasma of tentacles erupted into a swarm of activity, propelling her towards the girl to seek final revenge.

“Crush it! Break it now!” Scootaloo yelled to her friend.

As if in slow motion, Sweetie tore her eyes from the charging monster in front of her, down to her own tied-up hands. A strand of silver was visible from between two of her fingers, and she could feel something hard and heavy in her clenched fist. Glancing up, the monster was almost on top of her. If those eyes were unsettling at the best of times, they radiated pure death as she began to pounce on the girl. With mere moments remaining, Sweetie lifted her hand, then brought it down, palm-first as hard as she could onto the cement floor.

A sharp cracking sound reached her ears, and the world froze. The Mane-iac, her face contorted in rage, was barely an arm’s length from her own. Dozens of tentacles were angled towards the girl, each morphed into a claw with cruelly barbed tips. But it was completely frozen, like somebody had pressed pause on the universe. Behind the villain, the other two girls were likewise frozen, their eyes wide, their mouths open in either terrified gasps or unheard fragments of advice.

As Sweetie was taking in this scene, she became aware of a change in light. The room became brighter and brighter, and she realized that the light was coming from her hand. Curious, she lifted her hand off of the floor, and found fragments of green scattered about. From this impact point, the light grew to fill the room. She closed her eyes and let the light carry her away.