FOE: Harsh reality continuation

Chapter 4: One of many ways to die.
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I stood there blankly. Not comprehending the sheer absurdity of his words.

I could feel my eyes narrow to pinpricks when the full force of his statement sank in. I could not stand any longer, and collapsed on my haunches, staring at the floor and feeling my heartbeat accelerate to unimaginable speeds. It was almost impossible to breathe.

I heard hoofsteps approach. And Blackheart’s white hooves stopped in my face.

“That’s not to say you won’t have any of your old duties. You WILL continue to service stallions. Just not ordinary customers, only the VIPs and perhaps even my fellow warlords and royalty. You should feel honoured. Imagine the kind of reputation you would bring to me and my lands. You are the first to have this “proposition” in all the years of my business. No doubt the other slaves would be jealous of you.” Blackheart said with a triumphant tone.

I covered my face with my shaking hooves. Goddesses FUCKING damn it. I can’t take this, I won’t. I’d rather perish at the claws and hooves of a thousand manticores and raiders, but I will never accept this fate.

I looked up at Blackheart with a determined and steely glint in my eyes.

“No.”

He stared at me. “What did you say to me?”

“I SAID FUCKING NO! YOU FUCKING MONSTER! I’LL NEVER LET YOU DO THAT TO ME! BURN IN A FIERY TARTARUS YOU PIECE OF ZEBRA SHIT!!!” I screamed at him, and jumped up, adrenaline coursing through me like lightning.

I rammed into Blackheart’s chest, and heard an oomph. I had caught him by surprise, and knocked him to the ground. I ran for the door.

It’s over, I thought, it will end either by me escaping NOW, or dying in the attempt. Either outcome was preferable to what would happen to me if I stayed in that room a second longer.

The second I stepped out the door, something hard smashed me right across the forehead with enough force to make me see stars. Something grabbed me by the hooves and dragged me back into the room.

I screamed defiantly and struggled to get free. When my vision cleared, I saw a unicorn guard pony wearing full combat armor, dragging me back into the room using telekinesis. I struggled and tried to get purchase on the ground with my hooves, but it was futile.
Blackheart rose to his hooves, rubbing his chest. And DEAR CELESTIA was he pissed.

“Put her on the bed with the telekinetic bindings, and give me control of the spell.” He commanded the guard. He complied without question and passed Blackheart a red orb that was designed for earth ponies to be able to have control of certain spells that was cast prior by unicorn ponies. After leaving me bound and gagged on the bed, he left. Damned guards.

Blackheart crawled onto the bed beside me and faced me. Dear Luna if you could see the look on his face, it would make nightmare moon seem like a kitten. Seeing that murderous look in his eyes, my newfound courage evaporated like water on the scorched wasteland. Tears formed in my eyes as I realized my current situation. It’s over, I was in for it now. All of my hopes for mercy was crushed as I stared into his furious face.

“I will take great pleasure in breaking you again and again, Lightbringer. As many times as it takes until you submit to me and me alone.”
He put a hoof on the orb, and the telekinetic bindings on me shifted and forced my front hooves behind my back. The bindings rolled me onto my back on one of the pillows and the gag that was in my mouth disappeared.

“No..please no” I whimpered, not daring to yell at him and make my situation worse. Blackheart said nothing and went off to a shelf, rummaging in it and looking for something. It was then I caught my first glimpse of his cutie mark, a black heart encased in twine of thorns with a wilting rose through it. I guess being black hearted WAS his talent after all.

“You can’t do this, I’m not even in heat.” I pleaded, ears falling flat against my head. Perhaps logic could stay my fate, if just for a few months longer. It would give me time to think of a plan.

“You think I’m a fool Littlepip? I haven’t been the lord of these lands for so long for nothing. I always plan for all eventualities.” Blackheart huffed angrily. He got up and went back to the bed, with a syringe filled with brackish liquid in his mouth. He placed the needle right in front of my face.

“Do you know what this is, Lightbringer?” He asked smugly, “This is a newly perfected concoction made by my brilliant potion makers. It’s a potion that induces estrus in mares, and takes effect in just minutes. It is also combined with the most powerful aphrodisiac known to ponykind, passionfire flowers. Its getting hard to find those flowers, but I made sure to save one dose just in case. You’re a smart mare, Littlepip. I’m sure you can put two and two together.” He grinned evilly, as he grabbed the gown covering me and ripped it to shreds with his mouth. How undignified.

My eyes widened and I grew tense with horror in my bonds, realizing my last hope for him to see reason was gone. Goddesses damn it all! I could NEVER catch a break!

Blackheart picked up the syringe and drew closer to me. I struggled and thrashed hopelessly against the telekinetic bonds as my doom drew closer. FUCK it all! These binding spells would have been a piece of cake if I still had my horn, I thought despairingly.

Blackheart aimed the syringe at my lower abdomen between my breasts and raised his hoof. I screamed.

“NOOOOOOO!!!”

In mere seconds the syringe came down like a Goddess Judgment, and impaled itself deep into my stomach. Blackheart started pushing down on the pump, emptying the foul potion directly into my uterus and bloodstream.

“UUUGGHHH!!!” I yelped in pain as Blackheart emptied the syringe and forcefully ripped it out of me, not caring one damned bit about my pain. My stomach spasmed from the trauma, and a small globe of blood formed from the site of injection, slowly trickling down to my hips. Blackheart threw the spent syringe in a corner and looked down at me with an evil lusty glint in his eyes.

“I’m going to enjoy this immensely, and a word of advice, you should too.”
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He placed a hoof on the orb. The binds slowly but surely pulled my hindlegs apart to its limits, prying it open like how somepony would peel open a juicy fruit, showing my precious and shameful treasure to the devil before me in all its perverted glory. I couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment and anger. That Celestia damned pony in my head was doing cartwheels in the air, FUCK IT! If only I could crush it with a full set of Steel Ranger armor and grind it into dust.

My privates and somewhere deep in my belly felt funny, and EXTREMELY hot and feverish. Like someone had shoved pure balefire into me. Funny enough, the heat from it doesn’t seem to be causing my body any pain… in fact….. the heat almost seemed familiar. I gasped in fear and horror. I know this feeling! I had felt it before in my experiences with Homage, and unexpectedly, with that stallion who was my first customer. It’s not just the instinct to reproduce, it was the fire of lust and desire, and it burned with SUCH intensity that I almost puked. Tears streamed from my eyes as I realized this. Not only was this evil bastard going to break my body with his cruelty, he was going to make me enjoy this! Celestia fucking DAMN IT! I thought it was easy enough to resist the urge, oh how foalish and naïve I was.

“I see that it’s already taking effect” Blackheart smiled. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Don’t even bother trying to lie to me Littlepip, your body speaks for itself…” He reaches down in between my trembling inner thighs, and with one smooth motion, presses down hard and rubs my pussy upwards.

I gasped sharply, trying to block out the spike of pleasure shooting up from the base of my spine into my head. Blackheart showed me his hoof. It was slick with clear mare juices, and so wet that it was almost like he simply dipped his hand into a jar of viscous honey. He grinned, and his hooves went back to giving my soaking marehood its desired attention.

“Haven’t Albert told you? I always take good care of what’s mine.” With that he closed in, and with his perfect white lips kissed my neck. I panted hotly, unable to block out the sensations in my lust addled brain. Blackheart suckled hard and roughly on my neck skin, bruising it and giving me shameful hickeys. I couldn’t believe how my traitorous body was responding. I groaned, partly in pleasure and partly in despair. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to imagine my friends’ faces as Blackheart roughly kissed the scar on my neck. Velvet remedy, Calamity, Steelhooves…. I wondered if they were okay. Are they coming for me? Do they even still want to save me after all I had put them through with my addiction to mint-als? Half of me hoped they would come bursting through those doors, guns blazing, and blast this evil tyrant defiling me to kingdom come, but half of me also hoped they would stay away from this damned place. I don’t want them putting themselves in danger for me. And if Blackheart’s actions were any indication, they would not last long in his captivity.
Blackheart continued his ministrations and his kisses slowly ran down my belly, on my breasts, on my thighs, getting closer and closer until finally……

“OOOOOOOOOHHH!!!” I let out an ill controlled moan as I felt him kiss my jewel. The sudden spike in pleasure was too much. I felt his tongue pry me open and enter my hot pounding walls, and my blood filled marehood responded, leaking out copious amounts of juices onto his tongue.

Blackheart rumbled with pleasure. “Your flower still retains its youth and vigor even after being used like a slut. You truly are one of a kind, Lightbringer. And you taste simply like a delicacy.” He continued his strokes with his tongue, every stroke eliciting a squeal from me. My hindlegs trembled with increasing intensity as he brought me reluctantly and defiantly, to the edge of climax. Without warning, Blackheart forcefully grabbed my clit with his lips and firmly bit down on it, HARD.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!” I screamed in both pain and mostly guilty pleasure, as he pushed me over the edge like an executioner shoving a hapless hostage off a cliff. My eyes widened in shock, and my back arched so much that it hurt. Loud splattering echoed through the room as my spasming pussy spewed my precious motherly nectar into blackheart’s eagerly awaiting maw.

It seemed like an eternity, but I finally came down from my high, panting like I had just ran across the wasteland in one day. Head spinning and slightly nauseous, I simply glared down with a murderous look at Blackheart wrapping up business between my legs. Blackheart finishes slurping up every last drop of me before raising his head. I noticed with a twinge of guilt how erotic his handsome face looked when covered in my clear, pungent smelling mare juices. That damned pony in my head was smiling smugly at me and doing backflips.

“Now that wasn’t so bad now was it? I would have asked you to try it sometime, but I’m sure you already have.” He gave me a sickening smile before getting up and straddling me. As he sat down on my chest I realized with growing horror and fear at what was in front of my eyes. The same immaculate member that had mutilated and almost killed me stood proudly in between two well-tended and engorged testicles, filled with the seed of my most hated pony on the whole wasteland. Flashbacks of it dripping with my blood and viscera filled my mind and I started to hyperventilate in panic. I twisted my head away in an attempt to get away from that repulsive meat pole. The little pony in my head just rolled her eyes. Damn her.

Blackheart forcefully grabbed my mane with his hooves and forced me to look. “I expect you to return the favor Lightbringer, and if you try anything ‘harmful’, I’ll make sure this entire bed will be covered in your blood and you WILL wish you were dead a thousand times over. And not just that, I will punish your other slave friends as well” From the tone in his voice, I was 100 percent sure he meant it. His patience already wore thin when I tried to escape. I shouldn't push my luck, better to just get this over and done with.

I closed my eyes and tried to hold back a new batch of tears, sniffing loudly. I quickly calmed myself as best I could and forced my mouth to open. Blackheart let go of my mane and I slowly sank my mouth onto his cock. Blackheart groaned the moment he felt my lips slowly engulf the tip. “Faster” He urged. Celestia dammit why the hay are bad guys always so BIG?! I tried my best to fit him into my mouth, but my jaw was starting to hurt.

Blackheart got tired of waiting. With a rough push of his hips, her slipped past through my defenses and jammed himself deep in my throat. He groaned loudly, feeling the slickness and squeezing tightness of it all.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSS!!!”

I, on the other hand, was gagging at the horrid intruder in my windpipe. It took all of my willpower to not bite down on it. I could not bear to think what would happen if I did. My eyes bulged and I shook wildly under him, hoping to get his attention. I needed oxygen!! Goddesses Damn it! I could feel a hot salty liquid slowly trickle down my gullet. Spittle, mucus and precum started leaking out the corners of my mouth and nostrils from the lack of space. NO! Celestia damn it! Not like this!

Just as my struggles started weakening and my vision started dimming, the massive member was suddenly dislodged and yanked out from my mouth. I gasped in the sweet sweet air, coughing and hacking loudly, spraying spit and fluids all over the pillows around me.
Blackheart sighed in pleasure. “You have a heavenly mouth, Lightbringer. But I have decided against letting you consume my seed. The first load is always the most fertile, and my seed must serve a higher purpose today…” He repositioned himself in between my hindlegs.
I coughed and struggled to comprehend his words, with a head still swimming in nausea and asphyxiation. By the time I realized what he meant, it was too late.

I screamed like a banshee as he impaled me on his putrid love pole that was 2 sizes too big. "FUUUUCCCCKK!!!" I cried in pain and pleasure.

On any other day, my marehood would have been ripped to shreds from the sheer size of it, as was evident from our first encounter. But this time, my own arousal, augmented by the estrus potion, helped tremendously. That was not to say there wasn’t any strain however, it WAS still too big for me. I could feel my pussy being stretched to its very limits, beads of juices being forcefully squeezed out from the tight seal connecting us. Blackheart lets out a shout of pleasure as he slowly and inexorably, slides himself deeper into my depths.

“EURGH!” I grunted in exertion as I struggled to reject the intruder and the evil package that it was going to deliver into my very soul. I could feel the fullness in my pussy, feel every throbbing vein and band of muscle as Blackheart drove his pride slowly and relentlessly into me. That devil pony in my head was going crazy, partying like pinkie pie. Oh how I wish I had a 12 gauge shotgun to blow that piece of zebra shit to pieces.

My efforts to resist only made Blackheart more excited and determined to conquer me completely. He groaned and pushed harder, overcoming all of my pathetic resistance until he finally hilted himself. Ironically he was a perfect fit, the very tip of him kissing and pressuring the entrance to my uterus. My womb spasmed in anticipation of finally being able to fulfil its purpose. Blackheart starting pulling out, leaving just the tip inside, and leaving an abyss that I guiltily wanted him to fill again. He began thrusting, stopping occasionally only when he was fully hilted to feel my tight and wet velvet walls pulse and tighten around him, milking him for all of his evil worth.

As much as I reviled and hated the monster ravishing me, I could not suppress the sense of fulfillment and pleasure that welled up in the depths of my belly. It was almost as if I WANTED this to happen. NO! I CANNOT GIVE IN! I thought of homage and my experiences with her. But the memory did nothing to assuage Blackheart’s cruel assault on my dignity. As much as I hated to admit it, this was an experience I knew no mare would ever be able to give me.

And I CANT BELIEVE I’M ENJOYING IT! The cruel irony and ignominy of it all caused hot tears of shame and anger to fall from my eyes and splatter wetly against the pillows. The devil pony in my head just nodded sagely, grinning from ear to ear.

Blackheart started thrusting wildly and panting like a wild diamond dog, his violet red eyes glazed over in lust. Blackheart and my groans and grunts echoed around the cavernous hall, while the sounds and pungent aroma of bestial rape and lovemaking filled the room. Splish! Splat! Splatter! My juices, mixed with his precum, spurted out of our connected nethers with every retraction and thrust he made, soaking the velvet covers beneath both our rumps. So much in fact, that it was starting to pool, as tangible evidence of our unholy lovemaking. I could tell he was reaching his limit with his increasingly urgent thrusts. Along with his movement, I could feel my own peak approaching at an alarming rate. There was no way I could stop this now.

“ITS COMING!!! GET READY TO FULFILL YOUR DUTY!!” Blackheart shouted, intensifying his thrusts tenfold. His hips were slapping and ramming so hard into mine that my haunches were getting so very red and sore. And you could only imagine how my marehood felt like. Alarmed, I could feel his already too big cock started to swell at the end.

My eyes narrowed to pinpricks and I started to panic, despite my pleasure riddled brain and body. OH CELESTIA NO!! PLEASE NO! ITS GONNA HAPPEN! ITS REALLY HAPPENING!!

“NO!!! PLEASE BLACKHEART I’M BEGGING YOU!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE DON’TTTT!!!!!” I screamed, in a pathetic last ditch attempt to delay the inevitable.

I honestly wasn’t surprised when he paid no heed to my begging. Blackheart gave a bestial roar, and slammed himself home one final time with all his might, his cock flaring at my cervix. I screamed in pain and disbelief as his flare forcefully expanded inside me, so much I could actually see a bulge on my belly where he was.

“TAKE IT ALL!!” He roared triumphantly, as his balls contracted and spewed forth his essence into my awaiting and vulnerable womb.

“NOOOOOOOOoooooooooo…..!” I screamed as I felt his warm seed gush into and splatter against the walls of my insides. It was so hot and warm. My womb felt as if a raging fire has been put out, that calming and hissing feeling. The sensation alone of being seeded with a male’s juices was enough to finish me off and push me off the edge. I spasmed and cried out to the high heavens in pleasure and despair as my orgasm overtook me, forcing me to contribute my own precious mare nectar to the seed of my enemy resting in my womb, just waiting for the opportunity to overwhelm me and give life to his progeny. My back arched painfully as my cum mixed with his, gushing and spewing out from the tight seal between our genitals in a final and perverse display of the union between good and evil.

Dear Celestia was he loaded! He wasn’t done yet! He kept a tight grip on my hips with his forehooves, while his engorged balls twitched strongly, delivering spurt after spurt of his liquid genes into me, ensuring as high possibility of fertilization as possible. My inner thighs and haunches twitched violently with every blast of semen my body received. Tears of despair poured down my face and I bit my lower lip so hard that blood ran down the side of my chin in a small slender stream.

Why?..... Dear Goddesses why is this happening to me? What have I ever done to deserve something like this?...

Finally, it was over. Blackheart came down from his high and collapsed on me with a grunt. Oh Goddesses I feel so full! I looked down and saw my slightly distended belly. He had pumped so much in me, that my inflated uterus hurt from trying to hold it all inside. Through it all it was a Celestia damned miracle that my pelvis did not split in two from the force of his thrusts and the sheer size of his flare. If it wasn’t for the potion forcing my libido into overdrive, I would assume the outcome would have been much more dark and filled with blood.

Minutes passed with nothing but silence, occasionally punctuated with my sniffs and soft crying. He was still inside me, but I could feel him growing softer now. My battered body finally felt the full effects of exhaustion, as the potion wore off. My tired and broken mind was overwhelmed with so much emotions that my stomach lurched horribly. I turned my head as best I could against the binds, away from Blackheart, and vomited my hay dinner all over the bed. My heart pounded so hard and fast it felt like my chest would burst wide open, and my whole body, especially my hindlegs and thighs, twitched violently from the pain and fatigue. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as the overwhelming myriad of sensations became too much for me to bear.

Blackheart finally recovered. He mercifully pulled himself out with a wet sucking sound that filled the room, and giant globs of semen splurted out as his member left its new home, wetly staining the insides of my thighs. He looked into my face with a happy malicious grin, and licked up the salty tears that was now flowing down my cheeks like rain. I shivered as I felt his disgusting tongue rasping against my face.

“Now you are mine, Littlepip. And there will be no one who can contend otherwise” With that he drew me into a passionate kiss, relishing the taste of my blood and vomit. My vision started to fade as my mind and body started to collapse from the trauma overload.

As he explored my ruined and vomit filled mouth, he looks into my lifeless expression and grinned. “I simply love seeing the light of courage and righteousness leave the eyes of heroes…”

My vision fades to oblivion and I faded into the blissful world of unconsciousness.

The Lightbringer, Herorine of the wastelands of equestria, savior and champion of the weak, was dead.