Radiance continued to stare around her in a bit of disbelief. She had been taken into one of the terrible metal cylinders, as the rest of the team had been. But hers was stunning. The floor was covered in a thick, white carpet, and the walls were painted a pale pink. Decorative nick-knacks and framed photographs of well-dressed ponies lined the walls. Low end tables topped with lace doilies and vases full of cut flowers were scattered about. It looked like a small, circular drawing room.

The effect of the decoration was rather muted by the other feature in the room. It was a large, gold-colored ring standing on the floor. Radiance was held in the middle of the ring, forelegs and rear legs held spread straight out to the sides, gold shackled above all her hooves, stiff metal bars pressed along her limbs, moving to the pair of molded pads that held her body up. The pads were attached to the ring, which would allow her to be turned face-up or face-down at will.

As with the rest, her object of power had been taken away, and was actually sitting atop one of the tables, in her view. Also as with the rest, the back of her uniform had been removed, but at least it had been done cleanly, with dressmaking shears. Repairs would be more even.

The sound of the cylinder opening attracted her attention but she couldn't quite turn her head far enough to get a good look. She only heard the march of hooves and finally saw the new arrivals. Henchstallions of Mane-iac. They were the standard sort she had defeated many a time, all white with many colors of mane, done up in avant garde styles, befitting a mad manestylist. There was a decent mix of pegasi and earth ponies among them, all of them looking remarkably identical. They weren't family, but their sizes, builds and features were very close.

She wiggled daintily in her bonds and glared at the assembly. “How uncouth! To bind a lady and leave her in these surroundings without even a proper chance to save herself. That's quite against all that is right and proper.”

One of the pegasi strode forward and smiled in her face. “Terribly sorry. We had hoped the surroundings would make up for it. The boss told us this was the proper environment for you.”

Radiance looked around again, nodding her head as much as she was able. “It suffices, by and large. At least your mad mistress knows something about tasteful decoration. But come now, let me out of these bonds and fall over like good little minions. It will save us all a great deal of vulgar effort and exertion.”

“I'm afraid we can't do that. We have strict orders,” The pegasus said with a teasing tone, the rest of the company laughing softly. “But, at least now you won't be bored. The boss sent us in here to... entertain you, in a manner she knew you would enjoy.”

“One shudders to think what that crazed mare considers entertainment that I would find acceptable,” Radiance said with a roll of her eyes.

“Oh she told us that since you were a proper lady and very influenced by what is classy and right, that all we had to do was perform a little dance to the right music and you would respond,” The pegasus asserted.

“A dance? Perhaps she has hit upon my weakness,” Radiance said with a hint of mirth. “Do you plan to traipse about in imitation of a ballet company to present a strong affront to my artistic sensibilities? Using music piped through some tinny speaker, as I'm certain a classless locale like this possesses?”

“Let's just show her,” The pegasus insisted. With the push of a hidden button the lights dimmed, colored beams of light falling onto the scene and rotating about. A light mist filled the air, somewhere between dry ice smoke and actual water vapor. The music that started to thump through the scene was anything but tinny, and anything but classical. A heavy, pounding backbeat supported electronically modulated warbles and chirps, which gave the whole scene the proper 'dance club' atmosphere.

As one all the white stallions turned their rear ends toward Radiance and began to bounce them. Some were satisfied with shallow bounces, simple motions up and down that made their tails bob. Others had more of a circular motion, moving their hips side to side as they gave the up and down. Two rocked forward and back as they gave short, sharp wobbled of their toned rear ends. The lead pegasus was alternating between a few of the styles, looking back at Radiance to gauge her reaction. “Has this captured your attention?”

Radiance took a moment to respond. Her mouth was hanging agape and her eyes were open wide in shock, scandal and... potentially other emotions. Her pupils darted from bouncing male ass to bouncing male ass, watching the bob of well-maintained tails and the flex of carefully-sculpted toned muscles. She shook her head rapidly and blinked a few times. “W-why would that madmare think that I, a p-proper lady, would be enthralled and fixated by this lewd and gross display of coarse baseness?”

“She told us that ladies like you are always after a little baseness!” The pegasus shouted, laughing as he hopped back, his gyrating rear coming that much closer to Radiance's face. “That the rich and snobby leave the opera and ballet late and then head to a dance club to stick bits into the thongs of the stallions working the poles. But that part can't happen here. Show her, guys!”

Before Radiance to sharply object to the characterization of rich mares as hypocritical perverts she was struck dumb by another unified act. All the stallions flipped their tails up across their backs and stepped their legs out a little bit more. There were no available spaces to stick bits. Unlike their club-employed counterparts the Mane-iac's minions were not wearing anything at all.

Their heavy, low-swinging testicles bounced and wobbled about freely, swaying back to hang in the air for the briefest of moments before a new jerk or twitch pulled them back down to sway in another direction. The spread legs meant the toned cheeks were parted, giving teasing glimpses beneath the raised tails. Pushed-out, thick-skinned puckers were revealed and hidden, some highlighted by a lucky fall of colored light, some just barely notable through the misty haze.

“Th-that is a vicious and baseless ac-accusation,” Radiance stammered out, her voice a little soft as she watched the bevy of bouncing balls offered up to her without need to surreptitious skulking in a large hat and sunglasses. “It is untrue that the wealthy and proper are so base...”

There came no further comment from the pegasus or from any of the other stallions. They just danced. They bounced their butts around and flexed their muscles playfully before Radiance. The guys put on a good, long show before coming to a halt as one, stomping their hooves hard and leaving their tails up, showing off everything as they posed. They panted softly and murmured to one another.

The pegasus hit another switch, returning the lights to normal and turning off the mist and music. In the bright, full glare of the normal lights all the stallions were glistening, covered in a sheen of sweat and water from the fog. They turned around again, to give rather lustful grins to Radiance. “So... let's get started with the next part,” The pegasus said, stepping forward to quickly rip her mask right off.

“Goodness! You brute! How terribly unsporting! Don't you know that the rules of this superhero business expressly forbid malicious unmasking?” Radiance chided.

“You don't care about that,” the pegasus said sternly, “You care about proper social etiquette, about how to act at a cocktail party while completely hammered but pretending not to be. You don't really care about being unmasked... there's a more important matter that we can exploit.”

“'Exploit'? What- what do you mean?” Radiance asked, looking suddenly nervous.

The pegasus, flipped a switch on the ring, Radiance's body slowly rotating until she was on her back. Immediately a collection of the stallions strode down to her backside, and positioned themselves between her legs, all of them staring intently at her clearly flushed and dew-sprinkled sex. “I'll bet you wish you knew our names right now, don't you?” The pegasus asked.

“Your names? H-ha! Foolish flunky. Minions are a dime a dozen. There's really no need to know your names,” Radiance asserted, trying to look cool and certain as the lustful eyes cast burning glances across her exposed snatch, and took in the reality of her arousal, born of watching the base gyrating and nudity.

The pegasus took the insult in stride, and walked up to Radiance's face, slowly reaching out to stroke a hoof over her cheek. “But the proper lady, even a debauched and wanton one, knows the name of anyone that stuffs their cock up her cunt. Why to not know that would be... scandalous.”

Radiance's eyes widened as the full weight of the statement impacted her, and a little whimper of fear was transformed into a loud, trembling groan of, “No...” as the henchstallions started to rub and press at her lips and clit en masse. “No! You brutes! Monsters! T-tell me your names! Immediately! Mitigate your guilt and this rank impropriety and tell me your names. Now!”

“And perhaps... perhaps just slightly more horrifyingly improper and destructive to the reputation of a good lady is something worse than not knowing the name of a cum donor,” The pegasus said, with a teasing tone, continuing to touch Radiance's face as his fellows rubbed at her crotch, and occasionally leaned in to lick at it.

“You monster...” Radiance groaned out, twisting and shuddering in her bonds as much as she could. “No! D-don't touch me, don't lick me! This is terribly rude if I don't know your names! How could it be more socially humiliating? How is that possible?!”

The pegasus responded by flapping his wings and rising up into the air, hovering over Radiance's head. He grinned down at her as her attention focused up at him and away from the ones priming her plump and sopping lips. “If you don't know names you can identify your pussy-pounder. Just looking at them and knowing what they looked like can shave off at least some of the shame. But no, the boss doesn't even want you doing that...”

He slowly came down, more out of concern for his own body than real care for Radiance's feelings or form. He settled the slightly-moist, shining cheeks of his ass over her muzzle, and let his large, heavy, musky, sweaty balls fall slowly over the bridge, the size sufficient to let them actually cover her eyes and provide a most effective, and erotic, blindfold. He wiggled himself a little, getting comfortably settled, with his tail bud against Radiance's, forcing a continual pseudo-kiss, and his stones completely obviating any chance of her seeing anything.

Radiance trembled, her lips pulling in a little bit, inadvertently providing her with a slight taste of salty sweat. But at least she was no longer kissing the arrogant and crude stallion's ass. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of pleasuring him in any fashion. Then she felt the thick, flat head of one of the stallions' cocks mash against her sloppy, partially-spread twat. The stallion put on pressure and plunged the wide crown into the clutching, clamping passage and forcing the walls far apart.

Radiance had to scream, muffled though it was by the smothering ass pressed against her face, to express her sheer indignity. It wasn't that she was being raped; it was an occupational hazard as far as she was concerned. It was almost an inevitability, and sex wasn't such a bad happening. But the rank impropriety of the anonymous mounting! The nameless, faceless, titanically thick pole pounding through the resistance of her clutching twat was a grave insult to her status as a lady.

“No! Stop!” She cried, lips sliding along the moist flesh between the pegasus' cheeks, occasionally grinding against his twitching anus. She shook her head, to try and move the balls off of her eyes, but found her head held in place by the pegasus still hovering just off of her face. “Do not subject me to this needless seeding without seeing you, you brutish creature!”

The mention of seeding seemed to have a powerful effect on the stallion. His hips hammered harder, balls slapping firmly on the plump swells of her asscheeks, made even more prominent by the splits-spread of her hind legs. His faster, desperate thrusting was accompanied by drowned-out moans and grunts, with the other stallions making the same noises to obscure the identity of who was actually doing the fucking. Precum spit freely around and splashed against her squirming walls.

The pegasus keeping Radiance in the dark ground his ass back against her screaming, demanding mouth, moaning deeply as her moving lips and the occasional flick of her tongue grazed and ground over the wrinkled circle of his ass. “Lick it, kiss it, worship it. You might as well stay entertained while you get ridden by your new nameless friend.”

“Beast! Monster! Disgusting, sweaty-reared, overly-balled brute!” Radiance snarled, thrashing madly in her bonds and trying to fight against the hooves holding her head still. She continued to scream and make threats and demands, all muffled by her position. Her tongue did slip a few times, and her lips rubbed over the twitching sphincter, half accidentally, half to lick up the salty and musky taste as slyly as possible.

The furious fucking culminated in a unified, obfuscating whinny and the sharp slap of the stallion's hips and Radiance's crotch. The deeply-plunged cock throbbed heavily several times, the long cum-channel running along the underside bulging as thick wads of seed ran down and burst out. Heavy, potent loads of semen splattered thickly over the trembling walls, oozing along the tight, cock-filled space.

After a moment of twitching and a few last, viscous blobs of seed had oozed from the tip the stallion slowly pulled back, a pleasured nicker emerging from him. His flared head popped out of her juicy, lightly-twitching sex, letting out a small flow of jizz that dipped out in long, pearly strings. There came the sound of clopping and shuffling, the spent stallion mingling with his fellows to properly hide his identity.

The deed done the pegasus flew up suddenly, revealing Radiance with her tongue stretched out just a bit in the middle of an angry tirade. He gave a laugh as she quickly drew in her tongue and looked indignant. Her face was slicked with the moisture from the mist and his sweat, from eyes to her chin and over both cheeks. “Well now, ready for more?”

“Do you intend to repeat that disgraceful performance?” Radiance asked with a tone of smug superiority, as though she had never been angry or demanding or emotionally affected. “You are certainly lacking in creativity. No wonder you have settled for being a henchstallion for a crazed mare.”

The pegasus flipped the switch on the ring again, slowly turning Radiance's body back onto her belly, causing the dripping from her flooded snatch to flow over her erect clit, making her arousal even more obvious. “Alright guys, show her how else we can keep her from seeing who's mounting her.”

“What are you..?” Radiance's question was cut off as two of the earth ponies approached her head from either side, rear-end first. They quickly pressed their asses against either side of her face, causing her to scream in frustration, unleashing a stream of annoyed complaints. Her objections were not muffled, but that didn't make them any more effective. After a bit of grinding and rubbing another male stepped up to forcibly mount her.

Mane-iac chuckled as she watched Hum Drum. He was squirming around, eyes fixed on the perverse tableau, hips trying hard not to thrust. She noticed something in the tights, a thick ridge. Probably a flashlight she hadn't seen before. “Now they're done, and it's your turn. You're going to pay for defeating me. It stung more from a powerless sidekick and I'll show you just how much...”

Author's Note

Incidentally, the attitude of cutting off the chance of formal rape by simply accepting that it could happen at any time comes from the webcomic “Ghastly's Ghastly Comic.” The character Kwerki paid off an early-installment brick joke about the fear of anal rape by John Malkovich or Christopher Walken. She related that she had offered Malkovich the ability to anally use her at any time, in any fashion, thus meaning she had entirely eliminated his capacity to anally rape her. Radiance is operating under a similar mindset; she may also simply be as perpetually horny as Fili-second, and as basely perverse as she is accused of being.