Author's Note

Warning. REALLY hardcore rape incoming.

Finally done! I must ask each and every one of you adventurous spirits to bring your suspension of disbelief with you for this chapter.

Try not to apply anatomy lessons too much plz. Its MLP magic, I ain't gotta explain shit. XD

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Madness and nature

“….what do you think?”

“What do I think?! I think you’re fucking crazy! Do you have ANY fucking idea who this is?!”

“…yes I do, a bag of untouched Stable flesh ripe for the torture and selling, maybe we could get a fine price for her spleen and liver.”

“You retard!! The radiation must be dissolving what little brains you have left! This is Little Pip! This ‘bag of flesh’ killed the entire Shattered Hoof gang of Deadeyes! As well as the fucking DRAGON! Look at her cloak. She wears the symbol of Blackheart! I’ll be damned to eternity in Tartarus if she doesn’t have direct relations with him!”

“….That’s gonna make this all the more sweeter, don’t you think?”

“You’ve fucking lost it! Do you know what you’re up against?! If you even so much as lay a hoof on her, Blackheart won’t let this go. He’ll hunt us ALL down to the ends of Equestria and skin us alive before forcing us to eat what’s left! Fuck you, I’m not letting you kill us all by doing this!”

“You try anything, you sodding brown maggot, and I’ll blast your head off. Blackheart would be the least of your worries then…”

Those accursed arguing voices! They kept ringing in my throbbing head like clashing cymbals, painful and unrelenting.

I groaned, and slowly opened my eyes, head still ringing with a splitting headache. My vision swam and it was hard to breathe, but soon enough, my eyes recovered enough to focus slowly, allowing me to take in my surroundings for the first time since I was out. And the sight that greeted me made me wish I had never woken up.

Raiders. Raiders everywhere.

A whole gang of raiders had sprouted up inside the same crummy warehouse I was ambushed in. They wore the traditional raider armor I had seen in so many unfortunate encounters. Spiky shoulder plates, ammo belts, bones and skulls of the unfortunate victims they killed used as decorum on some of their vests. Some just wore rags from scavenging the wastelands, but it did not lessen their intimidating physique, with bodies full of battle scars. It was clear that these were not new bloods. These were seasoned and cold blooded killers. But what chilled me to my very soul was not how unbelievably well-armed they were with their cruel looking knives and vicious looking guns. No, what made me almost wet myself in fear was the way EVERY pony was looking at me, like predators eyeing a helpless and totally defenseless babe trapped in the darkest corner of their lair, salivating as if anticipating the inevitable feast to come.

As I took in all this, the most demonic looking of all of them took a step towards me. It was then that I gasped with sudden realization. It was the same raider that I came face to face with, right before I was brutally knocked out.

“Well lookee here boys!! Our little Stable heroine has finally decided to join us!” He grinned, exposing his rotting and yellowing teeth. I almost gagged at the sight.

The rest of the raiders erupted in raucous laughter, except a few who just looked on impassively.

The raider bowed before me. “It’s SUCH an honor to finally meet the little Stable mare who killed an entire gang of slavers, and a DRAGON no less!” He smiled evilly. “Don’t worry madam, the pleasure is solely ALL ours…..” He laughed.

I tried to move my body to get up. It was then I realized to my deepest horror that I was lying on my back on a cold metal table, bound tightly to a metal cross with my limbs spread out, each tied separately to poles and cross beams that were secured in place, forcing me to assume a most undignified position.

I whimpered and struggled hard against my bonds, but as I looked at the knots I knew my efforts were futile. These raiders know their ropes well. My heart felt like it was free falling into an abyss as the full realization of my predicament finally hit me. Oh dear Celestia this was it.

“W-who are you…?” I asked, trying to put on a brave front. “What do you want?!”

“Oh where have my manners gone…” The raider stood and looked me in the eyes with his remaining one. “I’m Rusty Blade. Head raider of the Night Stalkers. These are my ponies. I wouldn’t bother telling you all of their names though. You’ll be ‘acquainted’ with them all soon enough.” He said with a glint in his black eyes.

An awfully familiar and feminine voice sounded behind him. “Oi Rust, lets skip the chit chat and get down to business can we?!”

I started at that voice, and strained my neck to see the pony. It can’t be…

The same mare that ran to me begging me to save her child, the same pony who lead me out of Novmare on the pretense of helping me assuage my guilt. Now she stood there beside Rusty Blade, grinning ear to ear triumphantly.

Anger blinded me for a moment.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” I shouted at her. “I TRUSTED YOU! THERE WAS NEVER A COLT WAS THERE?! CELESTIA FUCK YOU TO THE 9TH PITS OF TARTARUS, YOU PIECE OF SCUM!”

“Tsk tsk! Such language! Is that anyway for the Mistress of Castle Blackmire to talk?” She chided me, gloating all the while.

Rusty turned to me with a smirk. “Miss Pip, this here is Witch. I believe you two have met, have you not? On more occasions than one. Witch here is quite adept at intelligence gathering and is our spy and scout. It was her that found out that the newly minted Mistress of Castle Blackmire was here in Novmare, and she tracked you down all the way to the inn. She told us who you were, and so we got a plan. She was to lure you here under the pretense of saving a helpless little colt about to die for your sake, and we were the trap. Quite an actress, Witch is. Lucky for us. Not so much for you.”

He came closer until his face was just inches from mine, allowing me to see every single detail of his horribly scarred skin.

“You hero types are all so predictable. Always listening to your moral compass and your own emotions, even when logic dictates otherwise. Combined with your naivety, my little heroine, is it no wonder that you ended up here in our grasp? Frankly I’m surprised you lasted this long out here in the wastelands, where the strong eats the weak for breakfast. Your feats are quite unheard of, and I almost refused to believe you killed entire raider gangs on your own. Still….” He raised a dirty hoof and brushed aside my fringe, revealing the stump of my horn.

“You’re obviously not anymore the untouchable mare that damned DJ just keeps gushing on about. Courtesy of Blackheart I suppose? He did have a knack for caution, but he always overreacts if goaded. With somepony like you, I’m not surprised. Remind me to thank him later.” Rusty laughed.

I grew hot with embarrassment and anger, but it wasn’t nearly enough to banish the cold pit of fear lingering in my gut. “So what are you waiting for? I’m right here. Kill me or release me you scumbag, but don’t torture me with your sick words. I know enough about your kind and the cruel things they do to other ponies, ponies that you all used to be like. Burn in hell you sack of parasprite shits.” I barked back at them, trying to control my quaking voice.

The room roared with the raiders’ laughter. Rusty laughed for a good 5 minutes before he finally came round. He looked at me, still trying to hold back his glee. “Ha! I like you! You’re just like those sorry excuses for rangers. But you seem to forget where you are.”

He raised his hoof and slammed it across my cheek, rupturing the corner of my lip and drawing blood. I shouted in pain as I felt my head almost crack from the force. My vision grew blurry and was tinted red. I struggled to recover.

Rusty leaned in closer to me. “Don’t you fret Miss Pip, we’ll get to business soon enough. We’ll chop you up nice and small, and sell your important bits to the highest bidder. Imagine what someone, or perhaps Blackheart, would pay for that nice firm ass of yours. HAHA! That’s all he’ll be getting though. I could keep your head for my nightly entertainment! Don’t worry though, we raiders like to play with our food first before digging into the main course.”

He moved closer to my ear, and I struggled to hear him through my headache.

“You are right Little Pip, We are NOT like the ponies we once were. We are NOT the ponies we hunt and gut for our dinner and play. Look around you sweetie. They are dead. And WE are alive. If that is not an accurate representation of the rules of the wastelands, I don’t know what is.”

Rusty turned around and faced his gang of raiders, who were looking at him expectantly and almost salivating in anticipation. He grinned at them. My vision slowly refocused and I stared at them, filled with horrible dread at what I suspected was Rusty’s inevitable intention.

“It’s playtime boys!!” He hollered, and the raiders whooped in unison, some stallions already have their stallionhoods out, hard and eager for the rape to come. My eyes widened in fear.

“N-NO! PLEASE WAIT!!!...” I frantically protested. One overeager stallion stepped towards me….

*BANG!*

The all too familiar sound of a gun being discharged echoed out through the warehouse, just as the stallion’s ugly and scarred face disappeared in a spray of blood and bone. The raider, with a smoking hole through his face, toppled to the ground beneath me.
The room went deathly quiet, and everyone turned and stared in shock at the scrawny raider whose 10mm pistol was still smoking. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Did he just SHOOT his own comrade to save me?! The possibility of any of these raiders having a single ounce of conscience was just impossible. Could he be my unlikely savior in this?

“Anyone else wants their brains all over the floor?! Go ahead and try!” The tiny raider shouted. “Don’t you guys see what Rusty is doing?! The mare you’re trying to rape is not JUST the heroine of the wastelands!! You all fucking LOOK at this!!” He flung my cloak to the ground. It was soiled with dirt, but the Legion insignia as well as Blackheart’s royal mark, a rose in twines of thorns, was still clearly visible under the grime.
“Take a fucking good look. That’s the official seal of Blackheart. This mare is not JUST Little pip, she is also the Mistress of Blackmire Castle! You all know just as well as I do what will happen to us if Blackheart finds out we kidnapped, not to mention raped her! Rusty KNOWS all this!! I don’t know what his plan is, but he’s clearly got some personal vendetta against Blackheart. I won’t let him kill us all for his stupid ploy! You all saw the heads of the raiders put on pikes in Novmare?! Want your heads up there too? Go ahead then!” He boldly dared his friends, pistol still raised.

No one spoke for a while, but Rusty was the first to respond. “Now now Peashot. Look what you’ve done. Muddy hooves was a nice underling to have, even if his brains were as small as his balls.” He turned and spoke directly to the others. “See this boys?! We have a Legion sympathizer with us! A black sheep who has absolutely NO balls whatsoever to fight for his brothers’ rights, nor his own! How many times have Blackheart denied us the spoils of Novmare and countless settlements?! Now we scrounge around eating radroaches and bloatsprites for breakfast, lunch and supper! And he also have the audacity to put our heads on sticks!” He pointed a hoof at me with a horrible and sinister smile. “If ANY of you guys still call yourselves raiders, what better way to prove it and get revenge on Blackheart by breaking his ultimately precious and dear toy over there?!”

The raiders look at each other for a moment, before grinning and nodding in agreement. The scrawny raider raised his gun. “YOU ARE ALL FUCKING INSANE, WHAT IN THE SEVEN TARTARUS ARE---“

*BOOOOM!*

Peashot did not even finish his sentence before his scrawny torso exploded outwards. I screamed in shock as specks of his blood splashed over me. Bits of organs and funny looking innards flew 20 feet before smacking wetly on the dusty floor.

“Wow, I thought he would NEVER shut up.” Witch appeared, stepping over the still smoking corpse of the raider while holding a monstrous blunderbuss. She laughed wickedly at the unrecognizable cadaver. “No one likes a party pooper Peashot.”

She smiled at Rusty, showing missing teeth. “You owe me one.” She threw the shotgun back at Rusty, who caught it and slung it over his shoulder. Witch went off to join a couple of naked raiders in a corner. There was no doubt what kind of fun she was going to have. “Put on a good show for me will ya boys?”

Rusty cackled in return. “You got it sis…”

He approached me, with a lusty glint in his eye, removing his armor and clothing as he came closer. His putrid stallionhood flopped free of its confines and already started to fill with blood.

I could feel my heart wither away in total and complete despair while I struggled hopelessly against the woven ropes binding my hind legs and hooves. I saw the gang of vicious raiders approaching and my vision started to cloud with tears.

My last hope had died with a raider willing to stand up for me.

“Let’s get this party started shall we?!” Rusty roared as he eagerly pounced on me, straddling me roughly with his grimy and scarred thighs on either side of my hips. Without warning, he reached down with his mouth, and brutally ripped apart the blouse I was wearing as if it was nothing more than paper.

I yelped in sheer terror and pain. The bastard didn’t even give a damn. He continued ripping apart my dignity with what teeth he still had, and he did it so carelessly and rough that he bit into several places on my belly and chest, drawing blood and ripping out patches of fur. I could smell his filth. Most of the raiders here smelt like they had their last bath a year ago.

Rusty straightened up, admiring his handy work. My body was bare and stark naked now for all to see, with only scraps of cloth covering my shoulders and neck. I blushed angrily and tried to shy away. Rusty leaned in close to my sweaty neck and took a long sniff and lick. I shuddered violently in disgust at the touch.

“Mmmmm, so this is what a Mistress tastes like.” He said. “You smell of flowered perfume and home grown apples. Disgusting…” He wrinkled his nose, “but most of all, you smell of him.”

He got off and positioned his now erect cock at my quivering pussy. “All that is about to change, sweetheart.”

Before I could brace myself, or even comprehend what he said, Rusty rammed forward, forcing his erect cock into my marehood violently without heed of whether I was ready. My mind flashed red with pain and I screamed. I wasn’t even wet in the slightest!! The evil fucker was going in totally dry! I gritted my teeth at the horrendous pain. This was… familiar. Oh God it’s just like that time. My FIRST time, when I just got captured.

Horrible flashbacks assaulted my mind as I vividly recalled seeing Blackheart’s face for the first time. The day he swung that hammer to break my horn. The instant he rammed his hips into mine, forcefully and painfully ripping away my femininity, the echoes of my cries in that dark room as blood ran down the insides of my thighs….

I started hyperventilating, my eyes reduced to pinpricks. I was no stranger to pain, but it wasn’t the sharp and throbbing agony in my nethers. Rather, it was the mental illusion of being raped for the first time again. Tears trickled down the sides of my cheeks. Oh Celestia……Why….

Rusty looked at me, confident that his meat pole was the one causing me such distress. He became more forceful, fully impaling me on his cock. I shrieked in pain as he reached my innermost depth, his bulbous head slamming hard into my cervix.

“F-FFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKK!!!” I struggled to contain my pain. Showing such emotions would only encourage the demonic bastards. But it was just too much for me to take!

Rusty groaned in pleasure, as he bucked wildly. “For a whore, lightbringer, *Unf* you’re still amazingly tight! *Ah* Not many whores have this k-kinda talent. *UH!* No wonder Blackheart is so interested in you.” He grinned maliciously. “See now, you’re even enjoying it!”
It took me a second to wonder what he meant, but soon it dawned on me, as I realized he was sliding in and out of me much smoother than before. FUCK NO!!! I was getting wet from this! My own body traitorously responded to his pumping cock, already acclimatized to this kind of sexual stimulation.

“N-NO!!” I clenched my eyes shut, praying and focusing with all of my might at proving this bastard wrong. It was no use. Each time he filled me with his evil raider dick, I couldn’t focus enough through the pain. I soon felt the familiar fire of arousal building up deep in my belly, like an unstoppable rising tide. My juices soon started trickling down Rusty’s veiny shaft, dripping off from his balls and lightly spattering on the dusty ground.

The other raiders stood in a close circle around me, their rigid shafts encasing me like a fence of meat spears. They looked at me expectantly, like colts dangling worms in front of a fish. My mind flashed red with fury and pain, dulling the pleasure part of my brain.
“GO CUT THEM OFF YOU SICK FUCKS! BURN THEM IN CELESTIA’S—“

Rusty laughed manically and started thrusting at an unbelievable pace, cutting me short with a squeal and ramming himself home each time. He shouted at his comrades. “Oi!! Can one of you kindly shut her up?!”

One of the younger raiders whooped, and immediately shoved his sweaty and grimy cock into my maw. Alarm bells rang in my head as he cruelly rammed his phallus all the way down my throat instantly. I gagged at the salty and dirty taste filling every corner of my mouth. I can’t breathe!! Out of reflex and pure hate, I bit down hard.

“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The raider let out a shill cry of pain, and immediately starting yelping for help. The other raiders, all jerking off over me with dicks in their hooves, just laughed hard at their friend. I bit down harder, breaking the skin and drawing small pinpricks of blood. As the force of my bite increased, so did the pitch of the raider’s screams. He was panicking too much to retaliate.

Before I could do anything else though, something stabbed me in my right forehoof, just under my Pipbuck. The sudden flare of agony was too much for me, and I released the pressure of my teeth on the hapless raider dick in my mouth, which quickly dislodged itself quickly from my throat for fear of ending up in my belly. I screamed at the sudden pain as the raider instantly bounced off, holding his injured stallionhood in his forehooves and limping to a dark corner.

I looked at my right hoof and was mortified to see the handle of a dagger protruding from it, blood streaming down in red hot rivulets from the puncture wound. Witch approached me, with similar knives in her belt while twirling one between her teeth.

“I must ask you not to damage any of the colts here sweetie. That would be quite an inconvenience for me.” She grinned. “Not to mention cute little Randy over there has one of the better pricks among this rabble. No offense Rusty.”

Rusty just chuckled. “None taken. Though you do make a point.”

Rusty looked back at me, his phallus still half buried in my now soaking and twitching cunt.

“I think you deserve a little punishment for that, my little heroine whore.” His eyes lit up as he thought of a new and utterly devious plan. “Since you’re going to die soon anyway, I want to do a little experiment on ya.”

He turned to one of the biggest raiders in the gang. “OI!! SADDLERAGER!! C’mere!”

My eyes widened as a raider, two and a half times the size of everypony else, muscled his way to the front. It was unnatural for anypony to be this size!! It must be some kind of effect from the radiation. Granted, perhaps it’s because I’m already a small mare, with a petite frame that made everyone think I’m a filly. But this raider was the largest stallion I’ve ever seen! He was covered in horrible battle scars that decorated his face, and all the way to his chest. But that wasn’t what freaked me out.

I gave a small scream of shock as his stallionhood, easily the size of my hindleg, stood proudly in its dark glory, its bulbous head aimed at me. Big red balls the size of tangerines hung heavily between his legs. Oh by the big fucking nipples of Luna’s tits, Rusty can’t mean…….

“N-no, p-p-please… no!” I pathetically begged.

Rusty saw my horrified expression and laughed in glee. “Oh yes Miss Pip!! I simply wish to see how much a heroine can take…. Before she breaks.” He narrowed eyes and grinned, nodding to his lackeys as he withdrew himself out from me, but not for long.

I felt the metal frame I was bound to shift and move as the raiders dislodged it, and adjusted it so that it created enough elevation to put me at the perfect height for the massive raider. The ropes on my hind legs were removed. I started kicking on instinct, hoping to create enough force to free myself from the bindings on my forehooves. But in a second the massive raider had took each of my legs in each of his forehooves. The sheer strength of his forehooves was more than enough to overpower my hind legs. FUCK! How unfair!

The massive raider positioned me right over his impossibly large cock, and started rubbing the thick bulbous head against my tail hole. He used the metal bars that bound my forehooves as leverage as he got ready to fuck me. I drooped my head in utter despair, tears now falling freely to splatter against my chest. I trembled violently, unable to calm my panicking mind enough to brace myself for the horror to come.
As the raider smeared his precum all around my tailhole, he started to apply more force, pushing down on the metal bars. My breathing quickened to painful levels, and I started to feel nauseous. Whimpering, I clenched my tailhole as tight as possible, trying to deny him entry. A futile gesture, but I wasn’t going to submit to these evil bastards.

The sudden squeezing only seemed to encourage him. The hulk of a raider gave a low grunt, and started pushing down harder. I shrieked like a banshee as I felt myself open up, my tailhole just caving in pathetically like a tissue against a sledgehammer. My tailhole was already stretched painfully to its limits, but to my utter horror I realized I haven’t even taken his full girth!! Only his head was taken inside my ass, and I still had his full shaft to go!!

Rusty looked at me with a face that clearly showed that he was getting off to this cruel display. He grinned and trotted up to me. He was not to be denied his peak. He positioned himself in front of me and placed the tip of his shaft against my pussy. I looked at him, unbelieving and with an expression of pure terror. H-he…n-no FUCKING way... He can’t possibly mean!!

“D-d-don’t!! P-please! You’ll kill me….” I weakly implored him. No pony can possibly be this cruel…

Rusty simply leaned close to my ear and whispered with a sultry voice.

“That’s the point sweetheart.” He gave me a wet and quick kiss on my cheek, before nodding to the massive raider, signaling him to begin.

He grunted and started pushing down harder than ever before. Slowly and with wet squelching sounds, both my pussy and tailhole started swallowing the obscenely unreasonable amount of cock given to it. I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. My tailhole was on fucking FIRE!!! It burned so badly and with such pain, but the feeling of fullness! It’s unbelievably intense!! I raised my head to the heavens, mouth open in a soundless scream as the evil raider slowly but surely pushed me down on the two shafts. Beads of sweat formed on my neck and chest, as my body struggled to accommodate the obscene sizes of the two combined dicks. Both my hindlegs twitched violently as inch after inch was pushed in. I could feel every inch, every bulge of their veins, and every throb of their dick as their heartbeats resounded through it. It was clear that anymore would rip me in half, as beads of blood and mucus started oozing out between the tight seals between us three.

Rusty groaned loudly. He could feel the narrowing of my passage, as the huge meat in my rectum forced the muscles to stretch to breaking point, causing my pussy to become more confined. Feeling the extra tightness, Rusty thrust up impatiently, wanting more.

“Hurry up Rager! Get to the end!!” He shouted irritably.

The moaning raider obeyed. All of a sudden, he used all of his might, and rammed me all the down, until our hips met and both their sick love poles were engulfed to the balls.

I arched my back to its fullest, eyes bulging out of my sockets as I screamed like I never before! OH GOOD CELESTIA, LUNA AND TWILIGHT! THE PAIN!!! I could see a bulge on my belly where the tip of the raider’s huge dick poked through my breaking colon. I almost fainted from the sheer sensory overload.

"F-FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I yelled, fully delirious with agony.

Rusty hissed. “That’s it Lightbringer. Take it all!” He began thrusting harder, determined to reach his peak, as the monster below started to follow suit.

I couldn’t cry, nor scream, as I bounced up and down on their laps. All I could do was struggle to stay alive. The other raiders started jerking off with their cocks aimed over me, determined to cover me in their spunk.

Tears were running freely down my cheeks now as they started thrusting harder and harder. Wet splattering sounds echoed through the room as a continuous flow of juices mixed with my blood and their precum splashed out every time they withdrew and slammed back in. I can't handle much more of this.

Despite the severe punishment my body was taking, it could not stop the lust and arousal building in my belly, forcing my juices out to coat their dicks. I bit my lip so hard that I could taste the blood dripping down the side. From the pitch and urgency of their moans, it’s clear they are almost at their end.

The horrible moans and grunts of the raiders echoed through the warehouse in a rising crescendo. And soon enough, the moment of judgment came.

“FU—FUCKK!!! Here it comes Little Pip!! TAKE IT AND DIE!!!” Rusty shouted triumphantly. He gritted his teeth and slammed himself home one last time, before flaring his cock deep inside me, spurting rope after rope of his seed directly into my womb. The hulking raider below gave a bellowing roar, before impaling me fully onto his cock and following suit. His seed shot deep into my guts with such volume and force that it broke me out from my torture induced stupor.

A final surge of adrenaline shot through me as I realized this was it. My mouth opened in shock and I looked down with bloodshot eyes which widened in horror. The lack of space already caused by the cocks made it so that the cum had nowhere to go. My taut belly started to visibly rise, as my bowels were vigorously filled to the brim in an instant. Like how a long stringy balloon was connected to a massive hose which was turned on at full force. The flow of cum from the raider showed no signs of stopping.

“AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!!!!! STOOOPP!! I-I CAN'T!! FUCK I’M GONNA BURST! I’M GONNA DIEEE!!!’ I wailed at the top of my lungs. I was not exaggerating. The amount of cum this raider had, it’s not natural. If he pumped any more into me…

Finally, I reached my limit. There was a loud ripping sound just as I felt something deep inside my oversized stomach tear. The sudden agony that blasted through my body was unlike anything I had ever experience. It was like somepony had discharged a pistol right inside my guts.

My stomach lurched suddenly and violently, as I tilted my head back from the pain. A white-red stream of semen, blood and pus erupted from my mouth like a fountain. My eyes glazed over and rolled back into my head as I wetly coughed and violently spewed out the vile concoction that the raider pumped into me from my other end, most of it was red with my blood. Splashing sounds were dimly heard as the streams of cum and blood finally burst through the tight seal of my tail hole, tearing it wide open in the process.

Finally, it was over. Rusty was the first to withdraw, his dick wetly leaving my nethers, with globs of bloody semen staining the floor. He sighed in relief, hobbling to one side. The raider was next, his cock coming out of my mangled tailhole with wet slopping sounds. He simply let me go and I unceremoniously fell to the floor. As his cock left me, bloody cum mixed with bits of flesh, feces and viscera sprayed out of my rear as my belly slowly deflated.

I couldn’t breathe, and I can hardly see. I simply twitched and spasmed on the floor, bathed in an expanding pool of cum and blood as the other raiders finished their job, spraying me in their seed amongst howls of pleasure, adding to the noxious pool of bodily fluids. Vomit, blood and other body fluids leaked out of every orifice I had.

Through dimming and half dead eyes, I saw Witch approach me. She gave a small wicked smirk, clutching a rusty dagger in her right hoof. I couldn’t feel anything anymore, just a nagging ache in my rear and stomach. It was starting to get cold.

“Enjoyed that Miss Pip? I know I did.” She said softly.

She raised the dagger. I was too far gone to do anything. Indeed, it was already hard to hear what she was saying.

“All good things must come to an end, Lightbringer.” She whispered. “Give Deadeye my regards and tell him I sent you there.”

Is this how I was going to go? Raped to death in a dark warehouse by the most despicable ponies that hell could spew out onto the wastelands? The same ponies that I’ve always hated and sworn to kill? What a way to go for the heroine of the wastelands. Curse all you goddesses to Tartarus. Why do I even bother worshipping those useless shit bags when they won’t even give a damn about me?

Through my quickly dimming vision, I silently prayed to whatever deity that still cared. That poor Homage would never, ever find out what happened to me.

I weakly smiled, glad that my tragic story was finally over, as the blade soared down through the air towards my throat.