Author's Note

Happy new year to everyone! :D

Well first i would like to apologize to anyone following why this took so long. I am determined to finish, its just that i'm a fucking lazy bastard. And I have no excuse for that.

Anyway here it is. I'll do my best to write the next part as soon as inspiration comes to me... I hope... T_T

Once again, sorry.

*BTW* warning rape incoming.

Chapter 16

Chapter 16: For what we want most.

The giant oak doors opened with an ominous and powerful creak, and the 3 faction leaders walked in with confident trots, accompanied by Albert. They reached the other side of the hall where we were waiting. Albert bowed to us and the leaders before beginning the introductions.

“Master Blackheart, allow me to introduce the leader of the Bullet farms, Trigger hoof.” He gracefully gestured at the short green mare with a buzzcut dressed in hoof polished combat armor. The mare smiled at me and Blackheart. I returned the smile, quickly seeing her as the friendliest of the bunch,

“This is the prestigious Elder Gear Lock from the Lonely scribes.” The scrawny and elderly stallion in embroidered red and blue robes gave a curt nod to both of us. His intense brown eyes show a vast intellect behind them, and rumor has it that his skills at reading ponies and observation was unparalleled, even surpassing Blackheart. Blackheart gave a curt nod back to him.

“Finally, this here is-” Albert said before being rudely interrupted.

“So I guess my status isn’t high enough to be introduced first? Eh you old cunt?” The sturdily built stallion arrogantly stomped in anger, his scarred face twisted in indignation.

“My apologies, Captain Skull Bash. It wasn’t my intention to...” Albert said nervously.

“Your intentions are of no concern to me. Though I admit, between Blackheart and me, there isn’t a need for introductions.” Skull Bash grinned, showing golden teeth as he trotted forward to face off Blackheart, his black cloak billowing from the movement around his properly oiled raider armor. His left eye was completely scarred and white, as he and Blackheart stared each other down.

“Tell me Blackheart, whatever happened to those teams of colts and fillies you sent to stop my warriors from pillaging your food and mares?” He grinned at Blackheart, who just cocked his head. “Oh I think they are faring much better than hundreds of your colts from the Last Battalion. I don’t think they can enjoy my mares 6 feet under now can they?” He replied smoothly.

The two leaders glared at each other. No one moved and I could feel the tense atmosphere getting heavy, almost like the familiar calm before the storm. After what seemed like an eternity, Albert nervously cleared his throat.

“Ehem.. Uh Sirs and Madam, the food is getting cold. I humbly suggest that we discuss our business matters over some nice refreshing purified juice now. It might help our mood in this horrid weather.”

Blackheart broke off the death stare and nodded at Albert. “You’re quite right Albert. We have more important matters to discuss. “ With that Blackheart lead the way to the adorned table and the other leaders followed, with Skullbash grudgingly last. I quickly followed Blackheart at his side.

They took their seats, and I huffed nervously and in annoyance when I had to sit in the chair next to Blackheart, with the other leaders seated in the other cardinal directions. Skullbash shot me a dirty and lustful grin as he sat down on the opposite side. I gulped nervously and looked down at my plate of prewar fruits, trying to avoid his stare. I seriously felt so out of place here. How in the name of Celestia’s Big butt did I end up in this situation? It seemed so long ago when I was taken here against my will. Little did I know that it was a mere couple months ago.

“So finally with these pleasantries aside, tell us Blackheart. Why have you invited us here. It must be a matter of great importance. You have never invited anypony into your halls before.” The Elder Gear lock said in a serious but quiet tone.

“Indeed,” Blackheart nodded. “I’ve invited you esteemed ponies here today to offer an alliance with the Legion. We share one common enemy, the New republic of Equestria, and my scouts inform me that they are about to mount a major offensive here in the Marejave desert. I therefore propose that we work together to ensure that they never set foot in our lands.”

“Whoa hold up there.” The green mare, Trigger Hoof, replied. “The NER is no enemy of mine, and I am NOT getting on the president’s bad books. Even for somepony like you Blackheart.” She crossed her hooves.

“Triggerhoof has a very good point, Blackheart.” The Elder said. “You do realize what you are asking of us? And if you do, I’m sure you have something up your metaphorical sleeve, something that will surely convince us to work with you against the coming superpower of the Equestrian Wastelands?” He looked knowingly at Blackheart.

“Indeed I do, Gear Lock. Your perception remains as astute as ever.” Blackheart smiled at them. “Trigger hoof. I know you have a policy of not working for any side, no matter what they offer. For you, producing weapons and ammunitions is strictly a business, isn’t it? Therefore, I am offering to pay for each shipment, and every bullet. By caps, and of course, by slave labour.’

I looked at Blackheart in horror. Evil bastard!

Trigger hoof uncrossed her fore hooves and twitched her ear. She didn’t say anything, but you can tell that her interest was captured.
Blackheart turned to the elderly stallion. “Gear Lock, we’ve known each other for more than a decade. I’m sorry that we had to leave you and your scribes before like that but you know as well as I do we had no choice. Times have changed however. Your scribes and the knowledge they have on the pre war Equestria magic and technologies will be instrumental to my war effort. If the Lonely Scribes side with us, we will offer them protection, and every library and technology the Legion has will be at your disposal as well.”

The old robed stallion said nothing, but he picked up a grape and popped it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Black heart turned to SkullBash, who had his hind hooves rudely placed on top of the table as he drank cider greedily from a cup, “As for you….”

Skull bash put down his cup and laughed out loud. “Don’t take that attitude with me, little colt. You think that raiders are all stupid buffoons like Rusty eh? You and I both know that the only reason you invited me here is that you are desperate. You need more fighting ponies. The NER is not a foe you can take lightly.”

“Its true that the NER are against slavers, therefore the Legion. But raiders and their gangs are a scourge against everypony that lives on this Luna damned wastes. Once the NER are done with me, they will come after you too.” Blackheart said dangerously.

“HAH! That may be true, but we raiders are not so easy to die out. If it was, we wouldn’t have survived for so long now would we?” Skullbash grinned. “You know what I think? I think that you need us more than we need you. For now.” He leaned forward. “So then, let’s hear your proposal to convince me. After so many years of our boys fucking each other up, and that little stunt you did when you left that shitty Stable hole,” He pointed at half of his burnt face. “You better have a good offer.” He grinned.

Blackheart was silent for a moment. “Payment will be made in our grown food, and certain shipments of weapons and caps.”

“You insult me Blackheart.” Skullbash spat. “What’s stopping me from taking any of these by force from you?”

“Well consider the fact that I have repelled every single one of your raider gangs off my front lawn, you are more than welcome to try. I’ll just have my men dig bigger graves to shit on the bodies of your colts.” Blackheart smoothly said.

Skullbash stared back at him. “This won’t do. If you want me to help you fill the NER full of lead, you’d have to offer something more.”

Blackheart paused. “Your raiders are free to use the mares here as well, but only under my house rules, which means no spoiling the goods.”

I audibly gasped in ill restrained horror and grasped his hoof with mine. “N-NO! Blackheart you can’t! They are raiders! FOR CELESTIA’S SAKE!! They would-“He wrenched his hoof away. “I wasn’t finished. Calm yourself, Little pip.” He said dangerously. He turned back to Skullbash.

“If I catch any of your raiders killing, robbing or pilfering my citizens or slaves, the deals off and I’ll personally hunt down every last one of your boys and send them all to tartarus myself.” He ended.

The raider leader let out a joyous roar of approval. “That’s more like it. Heh. To use your own subordinates like this, makes me glad I’m a raider sometimes.” Skullbash grinned.

“Fine, we’ll play your little game for now. As long as you keep your word.” Skullbash declared. “But I want something else. Something special.” I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and stand as his hungry gaze fell on me. A dark pit of dread grew alarmingly fast in my chest as I looked into those cold, evil eyes and the endless abyss of lust behind them. A lust that I knew no matter how hard I tried or endured, he would never be satisfied.

Blackheart glanced at me before glaring back at Skullbash. “I do not know what you mean.” He said coldly.

Skullbash grinned back, “You know perfectly well what I mean.” He got up from his seat and confidently trotted over, smiling all the while at me. I avoided his gaze, and looked down determinedly at the plate of fruit in front of me as he drew near. The pre war food suddenly seemed a whole lot less appetizing, and I tried to ignore the trembling in my hooves. Skullbash leaned in close to my ear, which flattened itself against my head.

“I wonder, just how delicious is the new mistress?” He whispered evilly, “You know I have an acquired taste for heroic mares for you…. Lightbringer.”

I felt so ill, and felt an uncontrollable shiver lance down my neck and spine from the sheer fear and nervousness. Before I knew it, my hooves flew to his face and hit him with a resounding *SMACK*.

“Get the HELL away from me, you sack of zebra shit!” I hissed in pure rage, but before I even knew what happened, I felt my right hoof being grabbed. I turned around, my heart racing before my brain could catch up.

Blackheart held my hoof, with a strange look in his eyes. I gulped. If I had ruined this for him….. I don’t even want to know what was going to happen if this meeting failed because of me.

The room was silent for a full minute, with Trigger hoof and Gear lock looking at the scene before them with apprehension. Skullbash recovered with a flourish and gave a jovial laugh.

“I see this wasteland hero still has some fight in her! Did you finally meet your match, Blackheart? A mare that you yourself couldn’t break?” He laughed as he adjusted his armor.

“Here’s where we stand now, old friend.” He said. “The raider gangs will join forces with the Legion, IF you provide what you have offered. And IF I get to have one night with her.” He cocked his head towards me.

“A full night, no rules, and no restraints.” Skullbash said, grinning. “If I see so much as a guard outside my room tonight, you won’t get any help from me.”

I looked Blackheart in the face, hoping and pleading silently. If I did mean that much to him, perhaps he would reconsider….

“Deal.” Blackheart said without emotion, and a little too quick. “But she will return to me in one piece, or else you’ll find that your room tonight will be your grave.”

Skullbash happily whooped, and turned on his hooves before heading out the hall. I stood there, silent and unbelieving at what was going to happen tonight.

“What a pig…” Trigger Hoof grunted just as the big oak doors clanged shut.

Dark sky looked at the giant make shift clock in the courtyard, trying to ignore the sounds of soldiers grunting and training in the square, and the shouts of the slave drivers on the servants. It’s 5 minutes to the self-appointed time, and she did not have long before her break is over and she had to get back to her sordid duties. She looked over at the castle’s main tower doors with an observant eye, happy to see that the guards are half asleep at their posts. And who could blame them? Its 12 hours for each sentry shift, and their shift was ending in 5 minutes, when they would be happily leaving their spot for the barracks while their teammates picked up the slack.

In 5 minutes, Dark sky will have her window, and her skills of stealth will be put to the ultimate test.

She turned away and wrapped her patched cloak tightly around her, wondering if she is making the right decision.

“AAAHHH!” I yelped in surprise as Skullbash violently pushed me onto the soft bed. It wasn’t so much physical pain, as it was mental anguish. I landed on my back, the bed bouncing and creaking from the motion. I quickly planted my hooves down and tried to get up, but Skullbash jumped on, straddling me and bringing his face disgustingly close. He grinned, showing crooked and missing teeth.

“I just thought of something, Lightbringer. Or should I call you Littlepip? If those rumors are true, there MUST be a reason why you are still here, and why you degraded yourself to be Blackheart’s number 1 whore.” His lust crazed eyes roamed all over my body, “Somepony like you would rather die than subject yourself to this. Or I was wrong and you secretly enjoy being a cum dumping bitch all along.”

I turned my face away from his and squeezed my eyes shut, praying like hell that he would just do what he wants and get this over with.

Skullbash laughed at my defiance.

“Haha! See! I knew it. He must hold something really valuable to you for you to reduce yourself to this.” He gripped the top of my nightgown. “You are at his mercy, Little pip. And he is at mine. So in a manner of speaking, you are at my mercy as well, even if its just for one night.” He leaned in close to my trembling ear. “You better not show any of your fabled stubbornness. I don’t think you mean more to Blackheart than me tonight. And I intend to take full advantage of it.”

With his right hoof, he violently ripped apart the front of my dress, the downward motion so forceful that it caused abrasions on my belly. I screamed in terror and struggled, but that only earned a hard punch from him to my stomach.

“Like I said, no screaming.” Skullbash emotionlessly said, as I doubled up from the blow, coughing.

“*cough* Huff *cough* Please, don’t….” I wheezed.

“Then start doing your job. Sweetie.” Skullbash smiled and laid down on the bed.

I got up to him, panting and still slightly nauseous from the blow, and crawled over on the sheets. Its okay. I’ve had plenty of practice. I can do this.

“F-fine. Lets get this over with..” I quietly said with determination.

He smiled and laid down beside me. I gingerly started removing my already ruined gown, before getting started on Skullbash’s tunic. He huffed impatiently as he watched me fumble with the catches of his belt. He shoved me aside and took off his pants, his cock springing forth like an eager spear being unsheathed. It stood in all of its veiny glory. It wasn’t as big or thick as Blackheart, but it was longer. Certainly not something to scoff at, especially for somepony in my position.

I quickly went down on him, not wanting to give him an excuse to hit me further. I wrapped my lips around his cock head, sucking as hard as I could. He tasted horrible, mostly bitter. I clenched my eyes shut in disgust at the sheer thought of it and started bobbing my head. Skullbash grunted in pleasure.

“Ooh! So this is what it’s like to have a hero submit to you! What a feeling!” He evilly grinned down at me. “Let’s see exactly how little you are, Little Pip…”

Before I knew it, two hooves grabbed my mane and violently forced me down fully, spearing my maw on his putrid love meat all the way down till I felt my nose smash against his base. But it wasn’t the pain in my nose that shocked me senseless. My throat bulged out at the amount of stallion flesh that stretched it till breaking point.

I gagged and constricted my throat involuntarily, and through watering eyes I looked up and silently pleaded him to stop. But whatever message I was trying to convey was lost on the delirious raider.

“Yessss!” He hissed, as he continually pressed down hard, preventing me from moving and getting relief.
I felt every vein on his cock throb, along with the muscles of my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all! I started struggling, and it took all of my restraint to not bite down. Celestia help me if I did.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pushed on his muscled thighs as hard as I could and screamed around the meat that was choking me. It felt like he speared me all the way down into my chest. The reverberations from the screaming only helped to increase his pleasure, which did nothing to discourage Skullbash. Quite the opposite actually.

“Oooooooh YES!” Skullbash flung his head back. “Get ready for your first taste of raider cum you filthy whorse!”

I felt the first jet of cum sprayed right down and directly into my belly, creating a faint burning feeling in it. His cock shook in the tight wet confines of my throat, a massive spewing jet of cum accompanying each throb of his dick. The white cum coated my gullet and stomach, and relentlessly kept pumping. There was SO MUCH! It was like he had never been with a female for years!

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I started to lose consciousness, veins bulging in the whites of my eyes. I could feel a bloating feeling slowly starting to arise down the pits of my belly. The vision I had slowly darkened around the edges as the bastard brought me almost to the edge of death. My stomach heaved on its own, causing a backflow and making his cum burst out from the tight seal of my lips and his shaft.

Skullbash groan and looked down with a malicious glint as he saw my struggles slowly getting weaker, bits of his cum and my drool oozing and dripping down the base of his balls.

When it was almost over for me, he suddenly yanked it out. I gasped like a newborn foal drawing first breath, coughing violently and spraying cum everywhere. I felt so nauseous, and doubled up. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and opened my mouth to heave hard. *HUUURRGGGHHH!!*A vile mixture of his cum and my vomit and bile spewed out of my mouth as I emptied the contents of my stomach all over the bed. My head still felt light and woozy.

Skullbash grabbed my mane, and forcefully shoved my face into the puddle of sick body fluids on the sheets. “Lick it clean.” He commanded, laughing.

Tears streamed down my face as I quickly opened my maw, tongue lolling out to gingerly taste the evil mixture of juices. Why was this happening to me? Did I do something wrong in a past life? Fuck Celestia and luna. But most of all, FUCK YOU BLACKHEART! I silently swore that if this goes on any longer, I’ll make him pay and release my friends, even if I had to die doing it.

“Look at you now, Little Pip!” Skullbash declared. “The heroine of the wastes, reduced to nothing more than my personal cumslut.” He leaned in close, “I heard rumors, Little Pip. From your previous customers that you have quite a fine piece back there. Maybe I should try for myself?” He grinned.

The words had hardly sunk in before I felt him flip me over onto him, so that my rump was perfectly aligned for what he was about to do. Using his right hoof, he grabbed my tail and yanked it aside hard. My tailhole tightened by instinct when I realized what he meant.

“N-Nooo! I-I..” I stammered, but nothing came out. Deep down I knew no matter what I said, there was no dissuading this demon.

Soon and surely enough, I felt the slick warm tip of his cock, still covered my spit and cum, sliding between my rump cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut for the inevitable as the head of his dick pushed against my straining asshole. “UGH!” I shouted in pain, as he pressed in hard.
With the fluids lubricating his love meat, soon it became too much for my poor ponut to bear, and it split open, allowing him to slide in fully with ease. Wet squelching noises erupted from below as my tailhole swallowed him inch by inch like a hungry beast, the grip so tight that bits of excess fluids collected around my rim as he slid in deeper into my guts.

“O-OH! It seems the rumors ARE true!” Skullbash huffed in pleasure and malicious glee. “You have one of the best rumps compared to the dozens of captured mares I’ve had!” He narrowed his eyes and whispered. “Too bad they can’t feel jealousy, considering that I’ve chopped them all up for the hounds once they are broken and used up.”

Shivers lanced down my spine from the coldness of his tone, not to mention his cock that was stretching my rectum to its limits. “C-curse you, you fucking monster!” I hissed back at him. Without warning, he rammed his hips forward, hilting me to the balls in one hard move. “ARGH!” I screamed, as I felt him spear his tip all the way to the deepest part of my bowels.

All too soon, he started pumping away eagerly, impatient to get his reward. Slopping wet sounds of defiled lovemaking resounded through the room, along with my gasps and squeaks everytime he rams himself home. The all too familiar sensations of anal sex now filled my mind, causing the little pony in my head to do a little jig as my body grew accustomed to the jolts of pain turning into pleasure.

“*Huff* You sure can take a pounding, you bitch.” Skullbash grunted with effort as he ravaged my ass.

“Ugh… H-ha! This is nothing… Uh!.. Compared to what Blackheart did, this is n-nothing…” I mumbled as I struggled to concentrate.

“Is that s-so?...” Skullbash huffed. “Then I guess I’ll have to prove how wrong you are.” He roared as he hilted himself, spraying jet after jet of his seed into my intestines and coating them white on the inside.

I involuntarily groaned as I felt him climax, the warm feeling in my guts spreading indescribably deep inside me. I plopped to my side, cum leaking down from my used ass as I started to recover.

Skullbash pulled himself out with a *pop*. He looked at my prone body with lust and a sick kind of determination on his face. “So you’re saying Blackheart is more capable than me? Dear oh dear, I guess I’ll have to educate you on this point.”

He grabbed my rump with both hooves, spreading them open to reveal my sore rosebud in the middle.

Before I could comprehend what he was about to do, he pulled his right hoof back, and with such overwhelming force, rammed it full on into my asshole. It took a moment before the massive wave of pain came crashing into my brain.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!!!”” I shrieked and kicked out in agony.

I felt a ripping sensation as my tailhole tore itself, blood seeping and trickling down Skullbash’s hoof and dripping onto the bed.

“HAHAHA!” Skullbash laughed in evil pleasure. “How’s this slut?! Is this big enough for you? Am I better than Blackheart now?!” He slowly started to force his hoof in deeper. I felt popping sensations as I felt the ligaments in my gut starting to tear, my rectum already gone.

“N-NOOO!! STOP!!!” I screamed at him, “H-HELPPPP!” A hoof flew to my face and covered my mouth.

“Shhh!! Sweetie!” Skulbash whispered. “Don’t want Blackheart to hear that I’m better now do we? I always wanted to rip a mare’s guts out by her backdoor. You’ll be the first, Miss Pip.”

He grinned, a crazed look in his eyes as he forced his hoof in deeper, ripping apart my tender insides and causing more blood to stream out.

My eyes rolled from the sheer amount of agony, and my pussy spasmed as I lost control, piss and juices spewing forth like a fountain from my squished hole and spraying all over the already soiled sheets.

All in an instant, it was over. I couldn’t feel the hoof in my rump anymore. Its numb. My whole shaking body was numb. I fell over to my side, my vision dimming as my life blood poured out of my backside.

Finally. It’s over.

But it wasn’t meant to be. Not yet. The fate of the Mistress was decided on that day by an old friend.

I felt something shoved between my lips, warm liquid slowly trickling down my abused throat. My head was clearing, the darkness being pushed back. I weakly opened my crusted eyes, disbelieving.

Skullbash lay unconscious on the bed, a dart in his neck. I gasped weakly and turned my head, wondering what in Celestia’s name happened. A cloaked and hooded figure stood at the window sill, blocking the sun’s last dying rays over the room. It looked at me for an instant, before leaping off the window into the cold dusty night.

“W-wait…” I cried, my voice straining. But whoever it was, they were gone.

My strength was slowly returning, and I crawled away from the body of Skullbash. He didn’t seem to be dead, as evident from the rising and falling of his chest. He was just knocked out.

I shakily got to my feet and stood in the corner, the night’s events unable to sink in just yet. I looked at the ruined bed, with its bloodstains and the smell of putrid fluids on it. Oh my Celestia, what am I going to do?! I-I didn’t do ANYTHING! What will Blackheart think?! What’s going to happen if this gets out?! My thoughts raced in a jumble in my overburdened mind.

As my head became clearer, something caught my eye. A small black stick, on the edge of the bed with a hastily scribbled note stuck on it. With trembling hooves, I went over and picked it up.

-- Now we are even. Let’s see what you are capable of. --

I peered closely at the black object. It seemed to be some kind of memory chip. What the hell is it for?!

I took one glance at the sleeping demon on the bed. Now was not the time to consider such zebrashit, I have to leave before this bastard wakes up. I quickly gathered my ripped clothing, and before I left I ripped out the dart in Skullbash’s neck, not too gently. Better not to have loose ends. I covered myself as best as I could with the sheets and hurried out of the room without a second thought.