Rarity's Rescue

Within what seemed like more hours, Rarity eventually fell into sleep.  She was exhausted and the pain that she still felt told her that she needed to rest, and sooner rather than later, Rarity had no other choice but to submit to those demands.  After even more hours passed, Rarity soon awoke and found that, to her dismay, she was still there and that none of it had been a dream.  She only sighed and continued to leave her head down flat on the mattress and left her body curled up.  Her stomach growled after a few minutes though.  She was getting hungry, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, she really had to use the little filly’s room.  She wondered if she should call out again, but then decided that it was best if she just kept quiet.

Rarity picked her head up though, and perked her ears forward when she heard a sound.  She turned around and saw shadows cast inside of the cavern.  It was a considerable distance away from her, so Rarity couldn’t tell if the silhouettes belonged to ponies or not.  Could it be rescue?  Rarity smiled with hope as the silhouettes grew larger, indicating that their owners would be turning the corner anytime now.  But what if it was her captors?  Her smiled turned to a frown and a sense of paralyzation overcame her.  Somehow, as the shadows grew larger, Rarity couldn’t help but feel that these weren’t her rescuers.  She had the sudden, most horrible feeling actually that they were there to harm her.

The suspense and fear all ended, and yet grew too, when the owners, all four of them, of the shadows turned the corner and continued to walk down the passageway straight towards Rarity.  Her eyes grew wide and her heart began to beat faster as she saw them coming towards her; ugly, foul, and wretched creatures.  She had had a run-in with them before, and it wasn’t exactly something that she cared to repeat.  Diamond Dogs, such dirty and cruel little creatures.

Rarity could only remain silent as they entered into the room and surrounded her.  “This her,” one of them said with his Neanderthalic like tone, “right here, right here!”  He pointed at her like a stupid brute.

“Oh…” one of them said, a light brown one with big green eyes who appeared to be the leader of the pack, “she pretty.  She do just fine.”

Rarity blushed and her eyes darted away quickly when she caught one of their gazes.  Rarity wanted to look at them and see if she could place any of them at her first encounter, but she just couldn’t bring herself to look up.  They turned away from her and started to talk very quietly amongst themselves.  Rarity couldn’t pick up on much of it, but she did gets bits and pieces of it.  She heard, “Yeah, yeah, they be here soon,” and then later on, “That no matter.  We work hard today and we want have fun!”  After that though, the leader seemed to notice that Rarity could hear them and then quieted down the rest of the group.  They mumbled on a little longer and then turned back towards her where the pack leader then ordered, “Stand her up!”

Two of the larger dogs walked over to her and one grabbed her by the neck and the other by the leg, and they both pulled her up at the same time.  Rarity gasped in pain and surprise at being manhandled so violently, and even when she was up and standing on all fours, they still held her tightly.  “Now you tie her up some more,” the dog continued to order, “she fighter.”

So that was it.  Rarity had seen this dog before, maybe the ones around her too, and even though she didn’t recall them as much, they remembered her just perfectly.  She could only stare at the brown dog ahead of her, who seemed to not notice her eyes as he was inspecting the others around her.  In her absence of mind, Rarity started to drift over to the side a little bit and against one of the other dogs.  “Stop moving!” he barked at her and then placed his hand flat against her side only to give her a forceful shove in the opposite direction.  She glared up at him, but again, the dog didn’t seem to pay any attention to her eyes.

Her mind back where it should be, Rarity soon took notice of the extra chains that they were pulling out.  One of them held her in place while the other wrapped it around the pedestal closest to them.  Eventually, there were three more chains all around Rarity.  As she saw them and how they looked menacingly tight, Rarity couldn’t help but begin to sweat and quiver.  One of them grabbed her hind leg and Rarity let out a gasp of surprise, and the Diamond Dogs only chuckled and smiled devilishly at her.  “What are you doing?” she asked quietly, but none of them replied to her.  Maybe they didn’t hear her.  “What are you doing to me?” she asked just a little louder.

“Shut up mule!” the brown one yelled at her.  He met her eyes for a few moments but then peeled them away and back to the chains that were now starting to take Rarity first by the right hind leg and now by the left one.

After being told that, and as the tears that were welling in her eyes from such a degrading comment went away, it all came back to Rarity.  She remembered now!  The dog right in front of her, like a moron no less, had called her a mule after which time she got the better of them by going into one of her dramatic fits.  That was it!  Her key to freedom was herself!  All she had to do was turn on a little waterworks, whine and pout a little, stamp her front hooves a couple of times, and then she would be home-free!  A slight smile spread across her face, even though by now the chains on both of her hind legs were so tight that they were starting to cut into her.  Her bottom lip quivered and she began to sniffle.  “But… but whyyy?” she said and batted her tear-soaked eyelashes, “Why would you call me… a… an ugly old mule?”

“Hm?” she heard one of them utter and then saw that they were all starting to stare at her.

“I’m not a mule!” she stamped her front hooves and continued to cry dramatically, “If… if you’re gonna be mean to me, at least get it right,” she sobbed and used her foreleg to wipe some of her fake tears away.  “These… these chaaaaaains!” she moaned, “they hurt so much.  Please, please, loosen them up a little!”  Rarity couldn’t tell now, as she had to focus all of her attention on her dramatic performance, but it looked as if she was gaining ground!  “I’m hungry and I have to use the potty!  Pleeeeease!” she whined.  She closed her eyes and kept her head hung for the performance, but opened up one eye just a little bit to see her handiwork.  She couldn’t tell through her tears, but it looked as if the brown dog ahead of her was putting his hands up to cover his ears.  He was awfully close though…

The show didn’t go on much longer though, before Rarity reeled back and a sharp pain shot through her face.  Her fake tears ceased and her real tears came, and her quivering turned to shaking when she realized that the brown dog struck her.  He slapped her hard across the face one more time and then grabbed her tightly by the neck.  Rarity wanted to bring her hooves up and struggle, but during her dramatic show, had failed to notice that the big black dogs to her sides and to her front had tied up her front legs as well.  “I said shut up pony!” the dog yelled, but at least had the courtesy to correct himself, “You no want me to tell you to shut up again,” he said just a little quieter and then walked to her side.

He began to stroke her back and sides gently.  Rarity shuddered and the tears continued to pour out of her eyes as she could only turn her head backwards and watch.  She pulled her head back though and closed her eyes in terror when he leaned his head forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  “No…o…” she mumbled helplessly as the devious plan started to become clearer.

The dog had slapped her so hard that Rarity’s nose was bleeding, so he reached across, ran a finger through it and smeared a little bit of it in.  Rarity was shaking violently and the fear and hatred was welling up inside of her as she quickly realized that she had nowhere to go.  “What your name again?” he asked as he took his hand away from her face and went back to petting her back and sides; by now the other dogs had joined in on stroking her.  They ran their dirty hands across and up her sides and back, down her front and hind legs, and then down both sides of her neck.  Rarity only whimpered and shut her eyes firmly in fear.  The brown dog grew angry at this and he stopped stroking her and grabbed her again by the neck, this time so hard that he was sucking the air out of her.  “What your name?” he repeated and shook her a few times, “No make me ask again.”

“Please… please…” Rarity struggled, “My name is Rarity, it’s Rarity.”  The tears fell from her eyes harder and she found herself struggling to catch her breath when the dog finally let go of her throat.

He went back to his original position at her side and continued the gentle stroking.  “Rarity,” he said the name softly and waited for a few more moments, “Rarity,” he repeated the name.  He ran a claw through her mane and twisted a few locks around his finger.  “You remember us Miss Rarity?” he asked.

Not wanting anymore of the torment and abuse, Rarity quickly nodded her head and mumbled, “Yes,” in a near whisper.  She turned her head away from them and looked straight ahead.  She opened her eyes and continued to stand there helplessly.

“Good, good,” came the sinister reply.  “Then… it likely you remember this too?” Rarity’s eyes grew wide and a deep blush spread across her face as she felt his hand run down the length of her back and then come to a rest on top of her butt.  It didn’t stop there though, and the dog reared his hand back and slapped her there as hard as she could.

Rarity reeled in pain and embarrassment.  She gasped and then exclaimed, “Please!  I’ll do anything.  Jus… just leave me alone!”

The dogs acted as if they didn’t hear her though, and they continued their sick game with her.  The brown dog slapped her on the flank one more time, and then another, and then another, and then another time and over and over again, making each slap just a little more gentle than the last.  He then squeezed her flank tightly one time and then let it go.  Finally, he looked up towards her face and smiled at the pain that she was feeling.

Through her tears, Rarity managed to choke out, “Wh… why are you doing this?” and “Please… stop.”

The brown dog, surprisingly, did as he was asked and stopped touching her, though he allowed his comrades to continue their stroking and petting.  He walked over in front of her and grabbed her by the neck where he then picked her head up and forced her to look him in the face.  “You want know secret?” he whispered into her ear.  Rarity said nothing, but only coughed as the tears choked her.  “You do us wrong last time and you leave not one gem for us.  We run out of food and money and our women, they get very sick.  We come here to find new source, but you here too.  What luck!” he chuckled as Rarity whimpered.

After that, he leaned forward and planted his lips upon hers.  Rarity’s eyes grew wide and now the will to fight was coming up in her.  She tried and she tried to break loose from the chains, but with every little move she made they just seemed to dig deeper into her.  She tried so hard to back away from him, just move her body back a little, but she just couldn’t.  She sobbed and she sobbed as he kissed her and tried to close her mouth or hide her lips or… anything!  The dog slid his foul tasting tongue into her mouth and began to run it all along the inside of her mouth.  She thought about biting it as hard as she possibly could, and she was very tempted to, but she wasn’t stupid.  Rarity knew that if she bit him it would only anger him and he, along with the others maybe, would beat her up some more and maybe even kill her.  A…at least if I’m alive I’ll know what they’re doing to my body.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the dog pulled away from her and he smiled at her, obviously satisfied.  “If you like that, then you really love this,” the dog said to her menacingly and walked back behind her.  He then ran his hand down her buttocks a few more times in a stroking manner, and then slowly worked his way in towards her tail.  Rarity’s heart beat faster and faster and her tears fell so hard that they hurt.  She knew that this was it.

The other dogs moved themselves backwards just a little bit and they too reached for Rarity’s sweet spot.  One of them forcefully yanked her tail aside to reveal what lay beneath.  After that, another one of them did the unthinkable.  He reached his claw forward and started to prod at her genitals and massage the outer labia with his finer.  As all of that was happening, Rarity just couldn’t take it anymore!  “Wait, wait, wait!” she said slowly as she looked back at them and tried to lean forward to get away from them.

“What you want?” the brown dog asked and looked dangerously at her.

“Please… just let me go,” Rarity said and still tried to free herself from the chains, “I… I swear I won’t tell anypony,” she looked down at the ground and wept at the thought of knowing she would have this with her for the rest of her life.

The dogs only laughed at her torment though and continued to touch her private areas.  “We no care about that,” one of the taller black dogs said, “we only care about this!”  The all laughed once more.

Rarity just wanted out so bad and she would give up anything to be free.  “I have gems!” she said quickly as she still tried to lean forward and use her dock muscles to slam her tail closed.  At this, the dogs stopped touching her.  The brown one held up his hand and all the rest took theirs away and put them at their sides.  A very small smile spread across Rarity as hope flashed inside of her just once more.  But it left as she knew that she had to be quick about what she had to say.  “I have gems!” she repeated, “A lot of gems!  Piles and piles of them as a matter of fact!  Please, if you’ll just let me go… you can have all of them!  I have blankets and clothes and medicine, for your women, an....and food too!  Please, you can have whatever you want but please just let me go.”

The Diamond Dogs looked as if they were deep in thought, but unbeknownst to Rarity, they were only tricking her.  They hadn’t any satisfaction in a very long time, and being such a species by nature, they needed sexual fulfillment.  Sure, gems and clothes and food and all that would have benefitted them greatly, but it wasn’t what they wanted.  Rarity looked at all of them with pleading eyes, sincere eyes.  “I swear,” she said, “if you’ll please just let me go, I’ll take you right to my house and you can take anything you want!  Anything at all!  I swear I’ll never tell anypony,” she repeated her promise, hoping that it would help sway their decision.  Rarity tried to dry her eyes and look professional even though she could feel the runny eyeliner and the tears that lingered on her cheeks starting to dry.  There were a lot of things she wanted in this moment, but for now, she would settle for an ugly old beaten up rag that she could use to wipe her face.

Much to her dismay though, the Diamond Dogs only laughed at her more.  The brown dog rushed back up to her front while the others resumed feeling her up.  Once again, he wrapped his cold dirty hand around her throat and looked her in the eyes.  He got really close to her face and continued to elaborate on the Diamond Dog’s terrifying plan.  He chuckled and then said, “We no want what you got.  All you got worthless to us.”

Rarity started to shake and shudder violently again, though she had really never stopped, and tears began to well in her eyes once more.  “What do you want from me?” she asked with a terrified tone.

“We want you!” the Diamond Dog said and kissed her once more before she had time to speak.  He let go of her after a few moments and then Rarity looked down at the ground with a look of hopelessness in her eyes.  The color was starting to fade from her eyes and she felt as if she was dying inside now.  The dog went to walk away from her and go back to join the others in violating her, but she stopped him.  “Mr.  Dog…” she began shyly, “Wh…when you’re…” it hurt her to even begin what she was trying to say, “when you’re… done with me, can I please go home?”

“No,” the dog said firmly as he continued to walk back towards her flank, “you never go home.  When we done with you our friends come and they have their turn.  They work hard and it what they need.  When they finished, we make you work in mines.  After that, you serve us all our meals and do anything we say.  When any Diamond Dog want use you, you let him… or else,” he glared at her and then slapped her lightly, though with some force, across the cheek.  Rarity turned her head forward and looked down at the ground.  She didn’t want to watch what they were doing or have anything to do with it, and all she could do was stand there and take it.  They won’t take long Rarity, they won’t take long.  She tried to comfort herself, but inside, Rarity was dead.  She lowered her head just a little more and counted the tear drops as they landed on the rocky floor of the cave, and then almost silently hummed a tune that her and Fluttershy came up with, all with the hope that it would take her mind off of what was happening, what was about to happen, and what was to come.

One of the dogs smacked her really hard on the rump once more and it startled Rarity, who was now so caught up in trying to not notice what was going on at her rear.  It scared her, and mixed with the urge she already had, Rarity began to urinate on herself.  She blushed as she tried so hard to stop it from coming, but the relief that it afforded just wouldn’t allow her.  The tears in her eyes started to pour harder, and Rarity felt like such and object as they laughed at her.  The fighting spirit inside of her made her hope that she hit some of them in the crossfire, but in reality she had felt all of their hands pull away and had heard them back away as she did her business.  Through the laughing, Rarity heard one of them say, “Haha.  Me bet she have fun with that tonight.”  That comment made Rarity realize that she was still over her mattress.

The laughter died down and they allowed Rarity to finish.  Only, she wished they would have kept laughing because the sound of the liquid streaming down onto the mattress echoed throughout the room and seemed to taunt her.  After a few more moments she finally finished and continued to stare at the ground and attempt to focus on tuning the world out as she went back to humming and counting the tear drops.  Behind her, she could hear some of the dogs licking their hands and placing them down on her genitals, only to begin rubbing.  I feel so dirty.  She looked up towards the passageway in front of her but lowered her head back down after some time.  She could feel nature starting to kick in at the rear as all of the saliva mixed to make lubrication and thus arousing her.  Inside, she wasn’t, but her genitals were.  She tried so hard to fight back against nature and the dogs, but no matter what she thought of or did, she just couldn’t stop her genitals from becoming wet.  “I think she like it,” one of the dogs commented and Rarity blushed just a little harder.  S…stupid dogs.  They can’t even be quiet about it or have the knowledge to know that it’s only nature.  I… I can’t help it.  I don’t like it.  She glanced backwards with a look of worry on her face; she so desperately hoped that they were only playing a sick joke and knew that she didn’t like it.

A few more moments later, all of the hands stopped groping at her genitals.  Rarity felt slight relief at first, but she knew that it was probably a sign of something worse to come.  She was right too.  There was some inaudible mumbling amongst the group as to who was going to go where and then after that the touching started to resume, only there weren’t as many this time.  Without looking backwards, Rarity could feel two of them coming upon her front as they ran their hands across the length of her body and then up her head.  Once there, one of them just slightly picked her head up and smiled down at her hatefully.  She didn’t want to look ahead now because, if she were to, she would be forced to look at both of the erect penises thrust in her face.

She knew what they wanted her to do.  All the will that she had to fight, to bite them even, was all gone.  She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction though.  If they wanted it, then they were going to have to force her to do it.  She kept her head turned away and her eyes off to the side, merely staring at the flickering flame of a torch.  Even when one of them grabbed her by the mane and tugged hard, she still kept her eyes off to the side; she wouldn’t watch her own rape.

At her rear, she could feel one of the dogs place both of his hands on her haunches, obviously preparing to mount her.  Suddenly though, it all became too much for Rarity.  The world around her started to spin and she began to feel sick to her stomach, and drowsy as well.  Her eyes began to slowly flutter open and closed, but still she never looked ahead.  The world in her eyes grew dark and Rarity’s body began to fall limp as a rag as she knew that she was about to be fully taken advantage of.  After that though, would all be a blur.  Rarity fainted, and the only thing she would be able to recall was a booming male’s voice echo throughout the cave, “NOOO!”  The hands left her and the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded was lifted.  But it was too late for her to see much of anything at all.  No, by that time, Rarity had already fainted and was once again out cold.