The Mane-iac's Triumph

Down in the third cylinder, Fili-second was struggling to do her usual amazing feats of speed. She was bound above the ground, resting on a padded swing, her legs shackled securely and held rigid, not allowing her to get them up to speed. Her neck was held straight and her head held forward, every part of her that could be kept still was kept so. All she could do was futilely vibrate and give groaning cries of despair.

She needed to run, she needed to move, she had to expel her energy or she'd just crash. She thought she would get some release when the back of her outfit was ripped off and her sex was massaged by the henchponies that dragged her into the cylinder. But once she was charged up and moaning they had left her completely alone.

There was nothing near her rear end, her tail was completely wrapped in gauze and held up high, and even her own bodily vibration wasn't reaching any of her erotic areas. The uniform over her teats had likewise been torn away, leaving nothing to rub and stroke against her sensitive, perky peaks.

The various bars, chains and molded pieces of plastic were doing a good job of keeping her still. She tried to wave her ass, to get a breeze across it but she knew it would do less than nothing. For all her love of all things fast, she needed her sex to take a long time. She could exhaust stallions with ease, and needed more than one at a time in order to finally get herself off. Even if she fought like a lighting fast sprinter she screwed like a marathoner.

The sound of the door into the cylinder made her perk her ears, as much as she could, and snapped a manic smile back onto her face. Along with the clops of several sets of hooves she could also hear the rhythmic, heavy slap of erect penises against bellies. They were getting ready to screw her!

The end had always been clear. She seemed to have been the only one of the group that realized they were destined for sexual perversions when the Mane-iac first captured them. The lewd and lascivious looks from the various henchstallions, the purring and throaty comments from the Mane-iac herself, the way she grabbed up Hum Drum and mane-molested his face and chest, it was all pretty blatant. Yet as she watched the others marched into their cylinders they didn't seem to have a clue.

She had been waiting for it. Not only had it been a little while since she last scratched her own itch, she knew she could use it to her advantage. If she could just get a focused energy surge, using all the pent-up energy of lust and fidgeting released by orgasm, she could break or vibrate out of her bonds and rescue everypony. It wouldn't be the kind of thing to report on the news but she could do it.

Fili snapped back to the present and away from her mile-a-minute mind when she realized that she was surrounded by a ring of cock-slapping stallions, who were all looking at her with naked and obvious lust. A collection of white stallions, of all races, with many varieties of wild manecuts. Tongues licked at lips, a few whispered to one another, but the all slowly masturbated themselves with solid whacks of their cocks against their bellies.

It was a smorgasbord of slapping schlongs. It was like high school again. Or college. Or her first job. Or her last job. Sexual harassment was best harassment. The excitement grew in her body, especially her loins, and her nipples grew even harder and more erect. It was so sexy, hot and overpowering, the potential, the power that the stallions were radiating. But... they weren't doing anything with it.

They just stood, masturbating, ravishing Fili with their eyes, and not their cocks as she was expecting. She put on her best 'frightened' expression and wiggled in her bonds in a manner that more resembled fighting. “No! No you can't do me all night and make me climax over and over again all night long!”

While Fili was begging, and hoping, the first pegasus was mounting. He climbed atop Fili's elevated back and rapidly plunged his cock deep into her needy, gripping sex. He didn't hesitate or hold back, just stabbed his hips as hard as he could over and over to go from head to hilt in a few seconds.

Fili screamed in delight as her hungry box was stuffed with what she had been craving. There wasn't much in the way of stimulation, not directly. But all sex tended not to be enough for her, explaining why she needed so many partners. The first few spanking-like thrusts seemed to promise her the long session of screwing that would lead to her climax. But all she got were those few thrusts and about thirty seconds of throbbing fulfillment before she felt the hot globs of semen splattering over her trembling insides, and the quick removal of the softening length, a soft 'pop' coming of it thanks to the tight clench of Fili's snatch.

“What was that?!” Fili shrieked, her eyes darting around in the absence of her ability to move her head. She still saw nothing more than ramrod-straight, lustful masturbators. “That's it? I've had sneezes that had bigger build-up! Not as much output, of course... well, except that one time, but that was the pepper pudding incident, and I said I wouldn't... not the point! What was with that?!”

“You were right,” said the pegasus stallion that had mounted her, in a gruff but matter-of-fact voice. He groaned softly and thumped his his softening organ against his belly. “We're not going to rape and ride you to any orgasm.”

“What?!” Fili shouted, looking at the assembled men with an increased amount of lust and desperation. “But... but that's what you do! You're perverted minions of a supervillainess that's probably raping our sidekick right now!”

“Yeah, and she's watching us now!” A unicorn shouted in a strangled voice. He was thrusting at the empty air and desperately holding himself back, precum leaking freely from his semi-flared head.

“It's not performance anxiety, if you're wondering,” The pegasus said, hips trembling a little bit. “She wants us all to have a case of... premature ejaculation...”

“J-just this one time!” Somepony shouted from out of Fili's field of vision.

“You getting off isn't part of the plan. But us getting off...” Another pegasus trotted casually around Fili, and gave her tender nethers a quick stroke with the front of his hoof. Fili responded with an obedient, needful shudder and wink of her juicy snatch.

“But come on... just one little, teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy bitty orgasm can't hurt, right?” Fili asked, with a strained smile on her trembling, sweaty face.

“We'll never cum again if we let you get off!” Cried another voice from out of Fili's sight, followed by a chorus of voices noting the speaker was correct.

“Come on! Do me! Do me! But for longer than a thirty-second squirt!” Fili shrieked, giving a wanton, lustful moan as the second stallion mounted her. The squish of penetration was loud, and echoed around the cylinder, a testament to how moist she was. Her muscles worked the ready rod, finishing off what steady masturbation had begun. Despite her demand she ended up making the poor fellow pop off in a short period, with very little done to get her closer to climax.

Mane-iac watched from above, holding up Hum Drum so she could observe a few quick sessions of forcible insemination, with Fili-second desperately demanding release. Tears streamed down her face as everything came close to giving her what she wanted but none lasting long enough to start the process. “I know you all. I fought you long enough. I know all your weaknesses, all your desires and how to make them unbearable...” Mane-iac said, pulling Hum Drum along while laughing maniacally.