CRACK!
That sound. The feeling that you have come to associate with it makes your fur stand on end, your blood run cold, and a nervous chill run up your spine.
CRACK!
How you hate that sound.
The whip strikes again, this time you begrudgingly release a small grunt of pain. You tug at the chains holding you spread eagle against the wall, even though you know it is pointless.
“What’s this? A sound from you? It seems I’m finally making some progress.” A cruel and harsh voice hisses.
That voice. How pure confidence and malice overflows from its source.
It emanated from a dark sapphire mare, but not just any mare. The voice came from none other than Princess Luna herself. Her starry ethereal mane floated about her, while her wings rested against her back, giving the occasional flitter. Her horn glowed with her magic aura, the same aura around the whip levitating in front of her.
She wears no clothing, nor her crown or necklace. The only thing that she is wearing is the evil scowl upon her face. She glares at you menacingly, like a starving dog eying a fresh slab of meat.
She walks up to you and begins stroking your member slowly with her hoof. Involuntarily, it comes out of its sheath and becomes erect. While doing this, she whispers into your ear.
“You like this don’t you? You filthy perverted pony. Just give in already, and I will promise to be more gentle with you, my pet.” She cooed seductively.
“Fuck you.” You say.
Stepping away with her back to you, she speaks.
“Well isn’t that funny” - Luna wheels around and slaps you across the face with the back of her hoof - “because I didn’t give you permission to speak, slave!”
Your cheek burns intensely as tears start to form in your eyes, and you want to cry out in pain. You hold your tongue, as you know that yelping or screaming will only please her. You do not want to give her any satisfaction if you can help it.
“Would you care to rephrase that response!?” Luna shouts angrily.
Saying nothing, you instead spit in her face.
Smoldering, Luna closes her eyes and wipes your spit off her face with her magic. She then swiftly punches you in your sack.
“F-fuc-k!” You shout in pain, as you try in vain to close your legs and shield your stallionhood from further abuse. You begin to groan in pain, causing Luna to smirk.
“Still so defiant.” Luna states calmly after taking some deep breaths. “Even after six whole days, you still defy me. I admire your determination, but it is futile. You can only last for so long before you will call me master and become my pet.” She finished with a smug grin.
All you can do is give her a defiant stare, showing that you are still determined to resist her.
She smiles as she continues. “You’re lucky my pet. I must take my leave now, but don’t worry, I’ll be back to properly punish you for your misbehavior later tonight.”
And with a muffled “poof” Luna vanished. For she had teleported herself out of the room you were held in, and back to the castle.
Alone to yourself at long last, you give out a loud sigh, allowing yourself to lay slack in your bonds. You spend this time pondering your situation, and what punishment Luna has in store for you. Knowing her, it will be something extremely uncomfortable and humiliating, not to mention painful.
Helplessly, your mind drifts back to how you got into this mess. How, that a couple of weeks ago, you were living a simple and ordinary life. You had a full-time job, a caring marefriend, and a loving family. That was stripped away from you the night the Lunar Princess visited your dreams directly. She had cast a spell, and when you woke up, you awoke here. In this dark and hellish dungeon.
After spiriting you away, Luna took little time to make her intentions clear. She forced herself upon you that night, and you cried. You cried from shock and disbelief at your situation, as well as from your dignity and virginity being stolen from you. To your horror, you found that Luna enjoyed raping you. She enjoyed making you suffer, enjoyed stripping away your dignity and self respect, to leave an empty and hollow shell behind. This was made evident by her repeated rapings within your first two days here.
Thinking she had broken you, she tried to move on to obedience training. Sitting in the shattered remnants of your mind, you managed to bring some of it back together and realize this was wrong. It was wrong to give up without a fight, wrong to let her get her way without a challenge. From that moment on, you resolved to resist her in any way you could.
Luna was certainly surprised that you suddenly ripped off the collar she placed around your neck that day. That you fought against her, resisting, sabotaging her pleasure, yelling insults and curses, and even going so far as to strike her. All of which, she gleefully countered with punishments and torture of her own.
Dominating, humiliating, and torturing you, she had hoped to break your newly found resolve. You held firm through the days as her campaign increased in intensity. You felt your resolve cracking and eroding, starting to fail you as it was pummeled by her brutal treatment and conditioning. You were unsure of how much longer you could carry on. The cracks ran deep, and you were nearing your limit. Regardless, you were determined to hold out for as long as possible.
After this musing, you begin to feel drowsy. Before slipping into sleep, you think of your marefriend, and how she must be worrying about you by now. You’ve been gone for over a week, there is no way your family or her wouldn’t have noticed that something has happened to you. Silently, you pray that they will find you, that they will save you from this living hell.
“Fat chance, pet. The matter of your disappearance has already been resolved. Get comfortable, for you shall be mine for a very long time!” Luna snickers in your mind as you finally pass out into a dreamless sleep.
“Wake up, my pet. Your master has returned.”
Groggily, you awake to find the Night Mare grinning wickedly before you. She has brought a small package with her, and her eyes dart between it and you repeatedly, clearly revealing it’s purpose.
“It’s time for your punishment, pet.” She calls out maliciously. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy this immensely.”
Her horn glows as your bonds release you. Falling to the floor in a heap, you hurriedly try to stand and ready yourself for her impending assault. Luna only laughs as you stumble and feebly manage to stand. Waiting for her to move first, you sit like a coiled spring, waiting to do whatever you have to. You are surprised when she makes no move towards you. Instead, she eyes you with grim determination and that evil grin she loves to use so much.
“Even in your pitiful state you still manage to instill some laughter into me. I’ll give myself some restrictions to make this fair. I’ll unlock the door for ten seconds, during which I will not move. I will also not use my magic to help me force myself upon you. Sound fair? Time starts now.” She finishes as the lock of the door clangs loudly in the room, signaling it is open.
Sprinting, you make it to the door in a few quick strides. Grabbing the handle, you begin turning it. As it turns, you can not believe Luna is being honest with you. You think that maybe you have a chance at freedom, that is, until you try pulling the door open. It won’t budge no matter how hard you tug. As the ten seconds expire, the handle forcefully returns to the closed position and clicks shut.
You turn back toward Luna now, with the beginnings of tears in your eyes. “You lying bitch!” You scream.
Luna remains still, true to her word. She replies coolly, “I did not lie. You were able to turn the handle, that’s proof enough that it was unlocked. It’s not my fault you couldn’t open the door.” Luna finishes with an evil grin.
“Bitch! Whorse! You taunted me with a chance of freedom only to find it was false to begin with. You are a heartless monster!” You yell as loud as you can, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.
“So they all say.” Luna says as she stretches. “I still have and will uphold my restrictions.” She begins to smirk as she ties her mane up into a cute ponytail. “Tonight will be the night I break you. This insubordination has gone on long enough!” And with that, she lunges after you.
Bolting away from her, you start running around the small dungeon, suddenly remembering the devices of pain and pleasure as you see them again. You run, terrified of what Luna might do to you and of the thought of losing your mobility once more.
Eventually, Luna forces you into a corner. With your back against the wall, you let loose a deep and guttural growl. Similar to a growl you imagine a threatened wild animal would make. Luna only laughs at your display, as she moves forward to remove you from the corner. While she closes in, you pounce.
Jumping through the air, you hope to catch her by surprise with your attack. It seems Luna anticipated this, as she quickly sidesteps your lunge. Lowering her head and turning it to the side, you can only watch helplessly as her sharp horn slices your side open. Trails of crimson run down your side as you shout in pain.
When your hooves hit the ground, they collapse under your weight and you fall to the stone floor. Stunned, you hopelessly attempt to pull yourself up. The pain in your side is too much however, and Luna has already descended upon you.
Forcefully, she grabs your fore hooves and pulls them behind your back before quickly binding them together with a length of rope. Her weight on top of you presses you into the ground, causing the pain in your side to intensify dramatically. Exhausted, you just lay there, panting all the while trying to regain your breath.
“Now be a good boy and stay there.” Luna says as she dismounts from your back.
Luna walks over to a small pit in the center of the room, and lights a ghastly blue fire with a spark of magic. Not knowing what the fire is for, you try to ignore it as you steel yourself for what she was sure to do to you. Only when she comes back from the pit with a red-hot branding iron shaped in her crescent moon do you understand what the fire wis for.
“You have got to be shitting me!” You cry as you try in vain to scurry away from Luna.
“Tut, tut. Language my pet. Now hold still, or else this will hurt more than it has too.”
Pinning you in place with her legs, she lowers the branding iron down to your side, towards the spot where your cutiemark rests. You writhe under her hold, trying to desperately break free.
You begin blubbering like a foal. “No! No! No! Please! No! I’ll do whatever you want!”
Ignoring you, Luna lowers the iron the last inch and presses it down hard onto your flank. As you feel your flesh burn away, you let out a blood-curdling scream of pain.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
It is the most painful experience of your entire life. Luna pulls the iron away from your skin, and returns to the fire. With tears streaming down your face now, you begin to bawl like a newborn. All you do is sit there stunned, trying to comprehend the sheer amount of pain in your flank.
After a moment, Luna was back. She flips you on your other side now, pushing down on your gash and newly acquired burn. You wail from the pain and squeeze your eyes shut.
“Squeal for me, my pet!” Luna yells as she brings down the iron on your other flank.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! AHAHAOOOOWWW!” You howl, throwing your head back in pain.
Releasing you again, Luna tosses the iron away and begins to circle you. Tears fall from your bloodshot eyes like a waterfall, as you whimper and sniffle incessantly. Stopping in front of you, she reaches down with a hoof and lifts up your head. Holding your face level with hers, she speaks in a calm and compassionate tone. All the while, her eyes hold a softness that you have not seen before, as they gaze into your tear stained orbs.
“Oh, my poor pet. Just look at you, bawling your little eyes out over being branded. Are you going to be a good pet now?” Luna asks.
Against every fiber of your being and mind crying out for you to submit, you still manage to stammer out between your river of tears, “F-f-f-f-u-u-c-k-k y-y-o-u-u.”
“Fine.” Luna growls as she drops your head. The softness disappears from both her gaze and her voice, returning to the cold and harsh tone you expect of her. “That was only me putting my mark of ownership on you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the punishment you deserve for what you did earlier.”
Pulling the package into your view, she opens it and removes it’s contents, much to your horror. Inside is a long, black, and hard rubber object in the shape of a stallions dick. That isn’t everything, as she also pulls out a black leather belt.
Your fears and protests are growing rapidly at this point, and you realize what was about to happen to you. As Luna finishes pulling her supplies out of her box, you watch as she picks up the dildo.
Her eyes light up as she twirls it in her hoof and the smile on her face only grows more malicious. To your horror, you notice that it is no ordinary dildo, but a strapon with a dark blue leather harness. You watch, mortified, as she fits your worst nightmare to her lower body.
Only once Luna was done fitting and adjusting her favorite toy to herself did she lean down and acquire the leather belt laying next to the box. Now with everything ready and set up did she slowly look down at you. Her new plaything. Her soon to be broken slave.
“Please, Luna, don’t do this. I swear I will listen from now on, I will do anything.” You plead desperately, hoping beyond hope she’ll listen. It’s the only thing you can do in your current position.
“Oh, but it is too late my dear slave. I will teach you why you should not spit in your master’s face.” She giggles.
Only now, after failing to reason with Luna, do you notice just how close she is to you. You can no longer see the belt she had, and it perplexes you for a moment. As you feel something pulling tight around your neck, you realize where it had gone. You do not like where this is going.
“Luckily for you, I am a nice master. So I shall do what needs to be done.” She chides, as she slowly lifts your head.
You have to admit she knows how to tie some good knots in this rope because you can’t even budge, it looks like the only thing you can do is submit to her will. NO, what the hell are you thinking!? You are going to fight until you can’t fight any more and maybe a little beyo…
You thoughts are broken as you only know pain and the smell of Luna’s musk. While you were fighting with yourself, Luna had somehow rammed the entire strapon into your muzzle and down your now aching throat. All you can see is dark sapphire, as she remains hilted in your throat. You thrash about as your air is depleting at an alarming rate, while you’re gagging and choking on the toy she has lodged in your throat.
Luna is nothing but smiles as she listens to your gagging and choking, and feels you squirming around under her. To her, this is almost as good as it gets, trying to train her toy to be a proper slave and listen to her every whim and command.
Your vision starts to fade as she stays lodged in your esophagus, until you feel her start to pull out to your joy. Once it is no longer blocking your airway, you take in a lung full of air and start to cough violently. Unfortunately, the state of your lungs do not currently matter to Luna, as she slams back into your mouth, mashing your nose against her lower belly.
Stars explode in your vision as she starts to rapidly hump your face. If you didn’t know any better, you swore she was putting more power behind each thrust. You can only just take in enough oxygen every now and then, when she is not clogging your throat with fake stallion meat.
“You need not worry slave, I promise this is just the beginning.” She lightly moans.
It feels like it has been hours since she started smashing your face in, but in reality it has only been a few minutes. You don’t know how much longer you can take this without passing out from the little bit of air that you receive every couple of thrusts. You are pretty sure that your nose is broken, but that was a minute or two ago. By now, the pain has subsided and it just feels numb when she slams into your muzzle.
A growing puddle of your spit has formed on the floor, and you can see strands of it hanging from the large strapon. Now every time she completes a repetition of her humping, you can clearly hear it shlicking with every assault on your throat.
Just when you think you might finally blackout and end this torture to your poor beaten body, Luna pulls out, letting you drop to the floor in your puddle of saliva. Even though you know your throat is plenty moist, it feels drier than a wasteland that hasn’t seen rain in centuries.
“W-wh-y?” You croak out with the little energy you have left in you.
“How many times must I iterate? None of this would have happened if you didn’t spit on me.” She growls.
You could tell that she was starting to get fairly angry with your constant bickering, which in the long run would only make things worse for you.
“Was that my p-punishment?” You wheeze out.
“That was only half of it.” She grins.
You shudder from the tone of her voice, and are stunned that she plans to take this further still. Your will, the last little bit you had before this started, whisks away with the ill intent she aims at you.
You know what is coming next, but there is nothing you can do to stop her. She slowly circles around you to her final prize, the one that will break you for good. She admires your flank for awhile, contemplating her next step.
You can feel Luna just staring at you, almost as if her eyes are burning into your very soul. That is not all you feel as Luna grabs your hips and drags you to a more suitable position for a pony of her stature. You wince as she grabs you again to get a better grip, this time grabbing both of your new cuitemarks. You almost scream as she squeezes them, but you give out a painful grunt instead.
The time has come as you feel Luna mount your back, putting all of her weight on your hind legs. They tremble from your sheer exhaustion and the new weight bearing down on them. As she slides into place to get a tad more comfortable, you feel the strapon poke at your virgin star.
All you can do is close your eyes and grit your teeth as she starts to prod at your back door, trying to gain entry.
“Come now, just let me in so you can finally become mine.” She whispers in your ear.
You shake your head vigorously, trying to tune her out of your thoughts. She starts to add more force and you feel your star starting to give.
Then it happens. Her crotch meets your rear in what feels like an instant as she goes all in. Your insides burn as they are stretched beyond their limits. It feels large enough to be tickling the back of your throat. Thankfully, that isn’t the case as you let out one of the more filly screams you have ever produced.
Once you come back to your wits, you feel a sudden void in you, then your world explodes in mind-numbing pain as it is filled again. This continually happens for the next few minutes as you are crying out in pain and disbelief. Shocked and not wanting to believe what is happening to you, you feel like it is lasting an eternity. You feel your own tears sting your face as they make their way down to meet the floor. It feels like Luna is literally tearing you apart from the sheer pounding you are receiving.
You can hear Luna moan right into your ear as she gets off on reaming and humiliating you as she makes you her property, her slave, her pet. Your mental barriers have all but fallen now, as you despair about your current situation.
“WHY!? SHE IS A PRINCESS FOR FAUST’S SAKE!”, you scream inside your head.
All you can do is sit there and take it in your ass, as she starts to speed up and pump harder into your abused plothole. As she speeds up, you can hear her panting faster and moaning louder than ever. You scream as she traps your ear between her teeth and bites down as hard as she can, while she slams into you one last time with as much force as she can muster. You feel you airway cut off as she pulls on the belt with force you didn’t know she had. Leaving you to soundlessly gasp and move your mouth trying to inhale some air.
You can feel her body weight fall on top of you as she spasms from her orgasm, while you just lay there, gasping for air after she released the belt. Intense pain radiates throughout your body as you try to recover from your ordeal. You hate to admit it, but you are broken now and there is nothing you can do.
You hiss as she moans from still being sensitive from her orgasm, as she pulls out from your bruised anus. You sigh in relief thinking that it is finally over. You freeze and your heart stops beating as she leans down to your ear, panting all the while.
“We are not done yet my little pet, that was just the beginning.”
Your face is soaked with tears, old and fresh as you know that this is not the end. You are her slave now, and her pet. She’ll never let you go, as you are now her property.
FIN
Author's Note
Well it seems to me that I am back from the dead...Har Har
...really nothing at all, well then I am just going to say that I only made it back with the help of a close friend.
AND I know I was only going to say one thing but oh well I am going to say more, If this story gets enough good hype I might add a second chapter that I have had in the deep dark recesses of my mind... but we will see.
Your crazy clop writer,
Derpy Forever
