She woke up again, fuzzy and uncertain. The last thing she could remember was standing in the kitchen, making dinner with Spike. They were laughing, telling jokes, and generally being silly. A fun, and memorable evening for Twilight Sparkle. That was a clear memory, but everything else after was a fuzzy blank. Everything after dinner, the evening, the night- all of it was gone, up until now; now when she was on a familiar table, and trapped in a familiar room.

Familiar, but not the same. A laboratory, like she was in before- but it wasn't the same laboratory. The lights were different. The original laboratory she woke up in had two florescent lights for every steel plated square along the ceiling. This room only had one. A silent victory, Twilight realized, but a victory none the less. She was pleased with her deductive capabilities, regardless of the situation she faced. A situation that sent a ticklish tingle to her more private parts...

She growled quietly, taking a deep breath. If it was some sort of psychological conditioning, she wanted to be first and foremost to fight it. Kidnapping her for unsolicited, forced sex on a nightly basis was morally wrong on too many levels to count- even if it was the most fulfilling orgasm she'd had in...years, really. Even if it was the sort of sex she dreamed about, and had during her personal little filly fantasies in the middle of the night; when Spike was asleep and her hooves were free to roam where they pleased. Wait, was she getting damp? No! NO! Fight it Twilight, this is what they want! Regardless, she had to admit it to herself, the last time she was here hadn't exactly been a 'nightmare'. Frightening, sure. Unsettling? Certainly. But a nightmare? She could think of worse things that had happened to her- the para-sprite invasion, fighting King Sombra, The time she got caught organizing Princess Celestia's underwear drawer. Now that was a nightmare. But this? This was wrong, and not something she could justify by any means. Still...if she were going to be kidnapped...No. Twilight. No. Figure out how to get out of here, then assess the moral complexities of the dilemma.

She drew in her environment with a steady breath. Another lab. More counter tops, more beakers and vials and bunsen burners. The sort of laboratory like the one in Canterlot University. Used for experiments and procedures. Testing theories and hypotheses. The room, like before smelled sterile. Clean with the hints of lemon in the air. So the laboratory was well maintained, further more supporting her theory that some creature was actively controlling the situation. Creature? Creatures? A new thought made Twilight shudder. What if it wasn't one lone kidnapper? What if this was the work of several? One pony with a plan was one thing, but if there were multiple conspirators against her...

"H-Hello?" Her voice was chapped and choked. Her throat dry and of course, there was no answer. The only sound she heard was the hollow echo of her voice across the empty room. Laboratory She corrected herself. It was important to remember that she was a prisoner here. Kept against her will for whatever nefarious deeds the puppet master of this situation had in store for her. Her bindings were different, she noticed slowly. Same type of table it seemed, but her hind legs were pressed uncomfortably tight together and she was bound at the ankles by silvery steel cuffs. Her fore legs were splayed out from side to side, and regardless of how she squirmed they seeme-

A sharp whirling noise dragged her from her thoughts. It was starting again. Immediately her breath caught in her throat and she felt a rising bubble of panic mixed with intimidation (And anticipation, regardless of how much she tried to reason with herself that this was a horrible place.) What was it this time? It was insane (And embarrassing) to think they'd only want her for orgasms. Surely there was a far more devious plan to consider. She felt a tug at her legs, while the table began to flatten itself out. It turned, more and more until Twilight was laying on her back, and her legs had been lifted up, as if she were a baby on a changing table. She was breathing hard now. Her hips gave a nervous twitch and she tried to pull herself up- or tug her legs down, but they were hopelessly frozen in the position they wanted.

It happened quickly after that; another mechanical whirl, and then the sensation of something warm and wet gently gliding across her sex. Her breathing stopped as a ripple of pleasure trickled through her. Another caress, and another and another still. She couldn't see what it was, the object hidden behind thick thighs and shapely hips, but she could feel it. Oh, yes, it was like a tongue, but softer. More like velvet, and gentle instead of probing. Almost like a paint brush, the object continued to slather over Twilight's bare little cunny with slow, rhythmic 'licks.' Twilight for the most part was convinced she was in the room alone. There was no rogue animal here, no perverted pony exploring her private place. It didn't make any sense! Why use this machine? Why this position, why no-

The tongue pressed deeper- slipping delicately past the folds of her sex, and began a slow caress of her heated tunnel. Her mental deductions came to a screeching halt, and Twilight threw her head back and moaned. No, no no! Don't make them think you're enjoying this! Demand to be let free!! She opened an eye and glanced around the room. Silent and still as ever, save the mechanical whirling of her 'torture' device.

"Y-You don't need to do this! I won't...Nnnnghhh, I won't tell anypony...J, just...Just let me go and...haaaaaa!" She whined out, trying to arch her back as the tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. And it dwelled there, slurping and licking with expert precision and grace. By Celestia it was heavenly! She knew she was enjoying it more than she should have been and she knew full well she needed to escape but maybe not right at this second. It wiggled in further, its wet kiss plunging into her sex, deep but not deep like the dildo last time, but certainly deep enough that she could feel it caressing her inner walls.

No! Twilight, you're a scientist, and a logical problem solver. This is a problem, even if it is cleverly disguised as something else! You need to focus! Concentrate. A tiny voice echoed in her head. She opened an eye again, peering around the room for signs of movement, or something that controlled the device. Her hips bucked again and she gave a heated sigh. It wasn't working. Think! Focus! The tongue wiggled itself out of her opening, and slowly slid across the crease of her vagina, hardly pressing in at all and just leaving Twilight with a warm, tingling sensation. It worked gradually around her labia, 'paint brushing' its strokes slowly in circles, before spiraling around again.

When it circled across the violet little tuft of secret pubic fur, Twilight gave an involuntary twitch and couldn't help another girlish moan. It was too much, it really was! How was she supposed to concentrate on escaping when this machine was making her privates feel so good!? The machine swirled down to her sex again only this time, something cold gently parted her folds. Still unable to see what was going on, Twilight was sure what was going to happen next. The tongue returned, and gently slid across the little button of her clit. Twilight mewed a helpless squeak.

All pretenses of concentration were washed away as higher and higher sensations of pleasure took over her body. It was circling her clit, over and over and over again, and now Twilight was completely out of control. Another loud moan escaped her lips and the tongue continued effortlessly swirling around the poor girl's o-button. A regular lover might have been tired by this point, the motions slow and sloppy as energy was drained away by the night's activities, but the machine could take her endlessly, if it wanted too. And she wanted it too. If there were any doubts about Twilight enjoying this particular machine, they were all erased when the unicorn gave another shriek of pleasure. She'd never been stimulated like this before! Even when she did press against her personal little magic maker when masturbating, it was never the relentless assault the machine subjected her too.

The velvety thing flicked back and forth over her little clit, like it were amusing itself. Playing with her body, twirling in one direction, then the other, then back to that wonderful, maddening flickering again. Twilight had to admit it at this point, the machine's capacity to pleasure her wildly outmatched her determination to escape. It just felt so unbelievably good it was hard to think of a good plan.

"MMMMMM Y-You better....I...I won't let you get away with this...I'm gonna...I k-know the princess.. An-and....oh...ooooooh....I'm gonna cum!! I'M GONNA CUM!! PLEASE!" Twilight shrieked. Somewhere in the back of her head, a little voice reminded her that she was supposed to be demanding her freedom, not announcing her helpless climax to her captors. Her hips gave a brief wriggle, before the world turned to bright white stars and heavenly ecstasy. Her hips rocked uselessly against the metal table, and her voice nearly drowned out the mechanical hiss of machine's second function. She couldn't see it, of course, but she was positive it was the same as the previous machine- milking her. Taking her private girl juices and storing them away like taking milk from a cow. She squealed again, rocking helplessly against the table as the tongue continued to twirl and wriggle, forcing her into another orgasm. Then a third, reducing Twilight to a whimpering little filly. Finally, the machine started to slow down. The rotating flicker stopped, and the sounds of panels sliding against panels signaled that the machine had finished with its victim.

Twilight took a deep breath, biting at her lower lip while trying to get a hold of her breathing. That was terribly pleasant. She had to admit it, and she hated to but she had to. There were worse ways to be kidnapped, that she couldn't deny. Still, she needed to find away out of this place, now that she'd caught her breath but a violent rush of hissing steam stormed into the room, and in few seconds, Twilight was fast asleep.

Author's Note

Guess who got a concussion! Lady Rarity, darlings. I miiiiight be away for a little while, so hopefully this chapter will hold you over.