Tonight was a big night, and Adagio Dazzle wanted everything just right. She didn't turn 1018 every day. Sonata had tried to persuade her to let Pinkie Pie throw her an enormous party. Adagio wasn't so sure that hanging around with that obvious ADHD case was such a very good idea for Pinkie.
But Adagio didn't want a big party. In truth, she only wanted one person with her: Sunset Shimmer. They'd grown close over the last few months, during the fallout from the Battle of the Bands, and Adagio thought tonight might finally be the night — the night Adagio would ask Sunset if they could ever be more than just friends. It would be a hell of a lot more romantic if Sonata and Aria weren't going to be there, but they'd celebrated their birthdays together for over a thousand years, so it wouldn't be possible to get rid of them.
It was dark and cold, as you might expect from an evening in early November, and Adagio pulled her hoodie tight around her in a futile effort to keep warm and dry. Where was this guy that Trixie had told her about? The best firework supplier in Canterlot, she'd said. Well, if anybody knew about fireworks, it was Trixie.
Where was this guy? This was not the nicest part of town to be hanging around in the dark. She wished she didn't have to, but she really needed to dazzle Sunset tonight. Until a few months ago, she could have had any man or woman she'd desired, thanks to the magic in her amulet. But now, now that after centuries in this stinking world, she'd finally found someone she really loved, she had to rely on her own charms.
But maybe it was better that way; she had a chance at something true, something special. Maybe tonight she'd be having her first real kiss — the first kiss freely given to her.
A figure emerged out of the mist, wearing a black hoodie pulled down low over much of his face. Finally.
Adagio looked around to see if anybody else was within earshot. "I hear you can hook me up?"
"Sure. Got cash?" came the muffled voice behind the hoodie.
Adagio got out her purse and counted out a few notes. She passed them towards the shady character then at the last moment withdrew them. "I want something special, something that will dazzle us, go off with a real bang."
The supplier snatched the money from her. "I got something right here."
A backpack came off. A hand went in. Something shiny came out. Adagio felt something cold on her wrists.
"You're under arrest for attempting to acquire illegal substances." The supplier's hood came off, revealing a woman whose smart grey hair seemed out of place on somebody of her age.
"What… I?" Adagio's cuffed hands instictively reached for her amulet, but of course it was gone, shattered. She wouldn't be able to use its hypnotic effect to talk her way out of this.
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Adagio sat in the back of the police car, and squirmed uncomfortably, her hands cuffed behind her. The policewoman was in the front seat, having taken off her hoodie to reveal her uniform underneath. She was using a tablet computer, her eyes glued to the screen. "Extortion…" she muttered. "Grand theft auto…" She broke into laughter for a moment, caught herself, and continued to read intently.
Once she'd finished reading, she turned around to look at Adagio through the thin cage wall separating the front and back sections of the car. "Well, well, Miss Dazzle. Rather interesting reading, your record sheet." She smirked. "Goats? Really, goats?!"
Adagio shrugged. She wasn't proud of it, but there was no point denying that charge — she'd pleaded guilty at the time and received a slap on the wrist.
"But you're eighteen now, a big girl. They might not go so easy on you this time."
For the first time, Adagio felt a flicker of fear. For hundreds of years, since the governments of the world had begun to keep formal records of their citizens, Aria had been in charge of breaking into various bureaucratic offices and altering documents to keep their officially recorded age between 15 and 17. It wouldn't do for the sirens' records to reflect their true ages — an 1018 year old being with the body of a teenager would be bound to attract unwanted attention. Aria was supposed to ensure they'd be treated as minors, but ever since she'd been hanging around with that rainbow-haired girl, she'd taken her eye off the ball. Adagio would need to have words with that idiot, once she could figure out a way out of this.
"Such a shame. You know what happens to pretty girls like you in prison…"
Adagio understood perfectly what she was implying.
The woman looked at her through the bars. "But maybe I was mistaken? Maybe you weren't really at a known drugs hot spot handing over money to an undercover police officer? Maybe it was all a misunderstanding?"
Adagio nodded her head eagerly. It was a misunderstanding. Okay, maybe she had been 'bending' a few laws, but contraband fireworks should only warrant a slap on the wrist, even for someone with her 'interesting' past.
The officer smiled and buckled her seat belt. "You seem eager to convince me. Let's find out how eager you are."
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"What is this place?" Adagio shuffled into the dark, empty, featureless room, her hands still cuffed behind her back. It was like no police station she'd ever been inside before.
The officer flicked on the lights. "Safe house."
For the first time, Adagio got a good look at the officer's badge: Officer Tirek. "It doesn't look like a house." It seemed a far cry from that — it looked more like an old warehouse.
Tirek chuckled. "No. It's not very safe either."
For the first time, Adagio felt truly vulnerable. "So, w-why did you bring me here?" She was already fearing the answer.
Tirek looked her in the eye. "We fuck, I let you go."
Adagio's eyes flew open. "W-what?"
"Look, I could give you the spiel about a 'special interview' and you needing to 'convince me of your innocence', but you're a big girl, you've been 'round the block, you know the score: we fuck, I let you go."
"I…" Words failed Adagio.
"So are we doing this or are you going to gaol?"
Adagio sighed and hung her head. She couldn't bring herself to look the woman in the face. Reluctantly she nodded. She never really had a choice.
Tirek circled Adagio like a shark circling its prey. Standing behind her, she looked the siren up and down — her narrow shoulders and slim torso — almost a boyish figure judged from behind, at least until Tirek's eyes reached Adagio's broad hips. She walked back to Adagio's front appraising her small chest and flat stomach, easily apparent despite the siren's hoodie.
Tirek circled behind Adagio for a final time. She rested her hand on the girl's shoulder and Adagio shuddered. "Come on… don't act all innocent with me. I can tell you've been around the block a few times."
Adagio opened her mouth to speak, but how could she explain that all that wasn't her — it was just the amulet.
Tirek grabbed Adagio's handcuffs and almost dragged her across the room, Adagio hurrying along backwards, trying to keep up with the police officer without tripping over the debris on the floor. They reached a corner with a chair that Adagio hadn't noticed before. The chair was nothing special — a simple wooden one with metal legs.
Tirek let go of Adagio's bound wrists and Adagio watched as Tirek unbuttoned her trousers. She slipped them, and some practical white briefs down, revealing her shaved crotch. Adagio stared in disbelief as she realized what Tirek expected her to do. Tirek sat on the seat, spreading her legs. Her pussy was already glistening with moisture.
Adagio cautiously approached her. "You want me to…"
"Yeah, eat me out," Tirek said matter-of-factly. "As a start."
Adagio tugged at her restraints and looked over her shoulder. "Do you think you could…?"
"Hah!" Tirek scoffed. "So you can run while I have my pants around my ankles? Do you think I was born yesterday?!"
"No," Adagio said, hanging her head.
"You'll address me as 'Officer Tirek'… no, wait… 'Lady Tirek'," Tirek said with a smile. "I've always fancied myself as aristocracy."
Adagio closed her eyes for a moment wishing it would all go away. She opened them again. No such luck. She looked in Tirek's general direction, but refused to meet her eyes. "N-no, Lady Tirek."
"Tick tock," Tirek said, pointing at an imaginary watch on her wrist before leaning back on the chair to get comfortable. For someone with such a colourful past, this girl was really resistant, yet didn't seem to want to fight back physically. She was going to enjoy this — taking something from this bitch that she didn't want to give away.
Adagio got down onto one knee and then the other in front of Tirek. She moved closer to the area and almost gagged when she smelt the officer's scent. Objectively, it was no different to other girls she'd been with in the past, but for some reason this time the smell made her feel sick in the pit of her stomach.
Adagio could see that Tirek was already wet — either from excitement at the situation, or — and Adagio didn't really want to think about it — from doing god knows what to some other poor girl or boy earlier in the evening. She froze, inches away from her target, looking up at the policewoman. Was she really going to make her go through with this.
Tirek looked the girl in the eye and waited. It would have been fairly easy for her to just grab Adagio's poufy hair and pull her forward, but it was always so much more delicious when they relinquished control on their own.
Adagio realized that Tirek wasn't going to back down. She closed her eyes and moved forward, closing the last bit of the gap between them. Her lips made contact with warm flesh and she tentatively extended her tongue. Tirek's pussy tasted of salty sweat and bittersweet juices — the same as but different from every other pussy Adagio Dazzle had every licked.
She normally use her fingers to part her partner's lower lips, but cuffed as her hands were, that wasn't an option. She pushed her tongue in further and it slid easily between Tirek's pussy lips. She ran it up the length of Tirek's pussy, feeling a metalic bump along the way — a piercing of some kind, no doubt.
Tirek looked down at the little criminal and put her hand gently on the side of her head, stroking it. "That's a good little slut," she cooed.
Adagio shuddered and opened her eyes when she felt Tirek lay her hand on her. The sight of Tirek's pussy, out of focus because of its proximity, made the reality of what was happening hit home. She felt a taste of acid in the back of her mouth like she was going to be sick, but managed to keep it down.
She closed her eyes again and got to work, her tongue caressing the inside of Tirek's pussy. Tirek relaxed back into the chair and sighed, enjoying the oral stimulation.
Once Adagio had gotten used to the taste, her old familiar routine kicked in. She might not have liked having to do this, but she could at least try to do a good job and get it over with quicker. Her mouth moved to where Tirek's clit seemed to be and she wrapped her lips around that area, sucking gently and her tongue finding Tirek's pierced button, moving over it rapidly and flicking at the metal piercing.
"Mmmm…" Tirek sighed, gripping the back of Adagio's head by her hair and pulling her closer in.
Adagio took this as a sign that Tirek wanted her to go harder and faster, so she sucked more firmly on Tirek's pussy while tonguing her clit. If her hands hadn't been cuffed behind her back, she would have liked to finger her as well, but… well… if her hands hadn't been cuffed behind her back, she would have run off.
After a few minutes of Adagio's sucking and licking, Tirek was panting, kneeding her breasts through her uniform with one hand, and firmly holding Adagio's face against her crotch with the other. Adagio could only breath through her nose as her mouth was forced into Tirek's pussy.
"Good girl, keep going," Tirek sighed. "Lady Tirek's nearly there."
Adagio sucked harder, rubbing her face from side to side to stimulate Tirek's pussy with her nose and cheeks as well.
Tirek arched her back and groaned. Her cum oozed out of her pussy, coating Adagio's already wet face with a new sheen of sticky liquid. She released Adagio's head, and the girl pulled back taking a gasp of air. "What do you think you're doing, whore?" Tirek said, scowling.
"I…"
"You think you're finished?"
"Ummm… no?" Adagio sounded a little unsure.
"That's 'no, Lady Tirek'," Tirek corrected.
"N-no, Lady Tirek," Adagio stammered. She leaned forward to start licking again but was cut off by Tirek.
"Actually, new plan. Stand up, whore."
Adagio might not have objected to being called that if she were actually getting paid to do this. With her hands still fastened behind her, she struggled to get upright, eventually staggering onto her feet.
"Come here," Tirek commanded and Adagio took a couple of steps forward, standing right in front of the police officer.
Tirek reached out and tugged Adagio's hoodie upwards, exposing the waistband of Adagio's jeans, and sliver of her midriff. Her fingers sought out the button at the top of Adagio's fly which was embossed with a little design of a jewel and a symbol that Tirek vaguely recognized as having something to so with music. She was about to unfasten the button when she had a better idea — it was such a pretty little custom touch to the jeans that Tirek had the urge to destroy it. Using both hands, she roughly pulled the waistband of the jeans, causing the button to fly off and land in the corner with a 'ping'.
Adagio barely noticed the destruction of her clothing, more concerned by the fact that Officer Tirek was now unzipping her fly. Tirek pulled the denim trousers down past Adagio's broad hips and owing to her slim legs, the garment fell straight down around her ankles.
Adagio's panties were frilly lavender hipsters, and Tirek rubbed the thin material between Adagio's legs. "Hmmm… someone feels wet already."
"What?! No!" Adagio said in shock.
"Mhmm."
Adagio concentrated on the sensations coming from her crotch and realized that Tirek was right. How had that happened? She hadn't enjoyed a single moment of this degrading experience. She blushed and looked away.
Tirek gripped the sides of Adagio's waistband and pulled the panties down around her knees, exposing her. Adagio shivered as much out of fear as the coldness in the warehouse.
Tirek's fingers went to Adagio's pussy lips and Adagio watched as the officer parted them roughly. She pulled at her handcuffs, instinctively trying to push her away, but obviously could not.
Tirek leaned in closer and licked her lips before putting her mouth to Adagio's pussy. Adagio felt a tongue licking her pussy lips and closed her eyes, not wanting to watch.
"Mmm…" Tirek said, pulling her lips away after a few moments. "So this is what a nice fresh eighteen year old pussy tastes like. I usually have older — sometimes younger — but never eighteen."
She grabbed Adagio by the hips and buried her face in her pussy again. Adagio shuddered. A barrage of licks and sucks followed and Adagio was horrified that she was beginning to feel aroused. She bit her lip and sucked in her breath.
Tirek heard her and pulled back, looking up from her seated position. "You like that, eh, slut?"
Adagio felt her cheeks flush. She slowly nodded her head.
"Sorry, I didn't hear that."
"Yes," Adagio muttered, her face burning with shame.
"You mean, 'Yes, Lady Tirek'," Tirek corrected.
"Yes, L-Lady Tirek," Adagio responded a little louder.
"Good," Tirek said, smiling. "It shouldn't just be me enjoying things."
Tirek put her hands on Adagio's thighs and pulled them apart a little. Adagio adjusted her stance so that her legs were slightly separate. Tirek moved a hand to Adagio's pussy and she slid two fingers inside, grinning again at how easily they went in. "Ooh," Tirek said with a smirk, "you're really wet in there. I like your enthusiasm. You and I are going to have a lot of fun together."
Tirek started fingering Adagio, her movements making a slick sound that seemed to echo off the warehouse walls. Adagio bit her lip hard, hoping that the pain would distract her from the unwelcome arousal she was feeling from below.
Tirek put her other hand around behind Adagio to steady her. Her two fingers moved with increasing speed. Adagio grunted when Tirek started using her thumb to rub her clit.
Adagio's body betrayed her and she started to involuntarily rock gently back and forth in time with Tirek's movements. Her lips opened and she emitted a soft sigh.
"Yes, that's it. Good girl," Tirek purred, thrusting her fingers hard into Adagio's pussy. Adagio's juices ran down the palm of Tirek's hand to her wrist, while Adagio panted, no longer attempting to resist her pleasure, just trying to concentrate on staying upright.
Adagio's knees felt weak. "Mmmph!" she moaned, her heart racing in her chest. She parted her legs further, giving Tirek better access to her almost aching crotch. As Tirek finger fucked her, she felt a growing warmth in her belly, and knew from experience what this meant.
Tirek thrust her arm as hard and as fast as she could, two fingers penetrating Adagio deeply, over and over, and the knuckles of the other two almost punching the area near Adagio's rear entrance. Her thumb hit against Adagio's clit almost painfully, but Adagio was beyond the point of distinguishing between pleasure and pain.
Adagio bit her lip until she couldn't hold back anymore. She cried out as she came, her orgasmic scream echoing off the walls of the old warehouse. Her knees buckled, sinking her further onto Officer Tirek's fingers, but the arm Tirek had behind her stopped her from collapsing onto the floor.
Each further slow but hard thrust of Tirek's fingers sent another wave of guilty pleasure coursing through Adagio's body. She tried to regain her footing, to stand defiantly, but each movement of Tirek's hand made her shudder defeatedly.
Tirek evetually withdrew her fingers. She waited until Adagio had opened her eyes before licking them. It felt so good to take something that wasn't hers. Adagio hadn't wanted to give up that orgasm, but Tirek had made her — Adagio had known that she'd been powerless to stop it.
Tirek stood up from her wooden chair and almost threw Adagio across it, her naked rear end pointing upwards. Tirek bent down to where she'd discarded her trousers and retrieved something from a pouch hanging on her belt. Adagio's eyes widened when she saw what it was. "Is that a… a…" she panted, still trying to regain her breath.
"A baton? Yes. Of course, these days standard police issue is those telescopic truncheons. I prefer something a bit more solid… a bit more old school." Tirek held up the thick black weapon.
"I don't think I—" Adagio was cut off by her own scream as the baton was brought down on the back of her thigh.
"Since when did I give you the impression you had a choice in anything that happens here?" Tirek asked.
Adagio quietly sobbed. The pain was beginning to fade already, but the helplessness of her situation was just starting to sink in. Tonight was supposed to be special. The night she confessed her true feelings to Sunset. Instead it would be memorable for another reason.
Tirek rested the tip of the baton on Adagio's other thigh and trailed it up her inside leg. The baton reached Adagio's pussy, and Tirek nudged the still wet lips with it. Adagio gasped when she felt it teasing the lips near her opening.
"Ha!" Tirek laughed. "You think I'm going to make it that easy on you?"
Adagio felt fingers on her buttocks, separating them, exposing her arsehole. "Please no," she whimpered.
"Sorry, I can't hear you," Tirek stated flatly.
"I m-mean, please no, Lady Tirek," Adagio begged.
"No what?" Tirek asked. "What don't you want?"
"Please, Lady Tirek. Not in my—" Adagio's words were cut off again by another scream as Tirek forced almost half the length of the inch-thick foot-long baton into Adagio's rectum.
Tirek let go of the handle of the truncheon, stood, and walked a half circle around the chair, admiring her handiwork. Adagio cried quietly, not wanting to give Tirek the satisfaction of letting her know how much it hurt.
The half-naked policewoman crouched in front of Adagio's face and put her hand on her cheek. She lifted Adagio to face her, seeing the tears mixed with messy mascara running down Adagio's cheeks. She leaned in to kiss her lips.
Adagio shuddered at the taste of coffee mixed with her own pussy on Tirek's lips. It should be Sunset's sweet lips she was kissing tonight. Instead, Sunset, Aria, and Sonata wouldn't even have any idea where she was. They'd be worried about her. She had to get away! She pulled against the restraints around her wrists, but it was no use — they were metal gear solid.
Tirek walked back to Adagio's other half, finally pulling off Adagio's panties, which were still around her ankles, and roughly parting her legs. The baton still obscenely protruded from Adagio's rear end. She dragged Adagio's discarded jeans across the floor, putting them by the chair as a makeshift rug to sit on. Tirek sat on the floor between Adagio's legs and reached for something else from her own trousers.
Adagio felt something cold and metal touching her moist pussy lips and tried looking around to see what was happening. "Hnnnnnngg!" She gritted her teeth as her entire lower body froze in pain.
After a few moments, she could feel her body again, but wished she couldn't. An intense burning sensation came from her pussy. "What the f—? Hnnnngg!" It started again. Adagio almost passed out with the pain — it seemed to last forever, but was really, like last time, no more than a few seconds.
When she finally regained control of herself, she hesitantly opened her mouth to speak again. "Lady Tirek, prithee," she said in exaggerated deference, "what was that?"
"Oh that?" Tirek said, grinning. "That was my taser. Don't worry, it won't do any permanent damage. It's set to minimum voltage — I'm surprised you even noticed it. Of course, I suppose it's not designed to be used on such a sensitive part of the anatomy."
"Hnnnnng!" The world disappeared for a moment for Adagio, replaced by only intense pain.
"…n't worry," she heard as her awareness returned, "I'll stop when I've cum." She looked back to see Tirek fingering herself with one hand, her other hand somewhere between Adagio's legs.
In a moment of desperation, she reached out, trying to grab at the device, but it was no use with the handcuffs.
"Naughty, naughty," Tirek said, taking the taser away from Adagio's pussy and using the device like a hammer to strike the baton, pushing it a little further inside Adagio.
Adagio grunted.
Tirek looked at the dial on the side of the taser. "You know, for that I ought to up the voltage."
A look of horror and pleading came over Adagio's face.
"But don't worry, I'm a good mistress."
Adagio felt a sense of relief, but it was combined with the dread of knowing that her torture wasn't over yet.
Tirek started pleasuring herself again, rubbing her clit with her fingers. Each time she felt herself get close to orgasm, she slowed down and delivered another hit of electricity to Adagio's pussy, watching the girl's legs twitch and face seize up with pain.
That successfully held off her orgasm for several minutes, but each cycle of Adagio's pain brought Tirek that tiny bit closer to climax.
Eventually the tension building up inside her needed to be released. She fingered herself furiously, and held down the button on the taser, giving Adagio a long burst of electricity while she came. She collapsed back on the floor, the taser coming away from her hand, and granting Adagio some respite.
Tirek slowly eased her fingers out of her pussy, and gently stroked her inner thighs, feeling the afterglow of her climax while she caught her breath. After a few minutes, she stood up, holding onto the chair, then tipped the chair over, casting Adagio Dazzle onto the dirty ground. She picked up her trousers which were still lying on the floor. She brushed off a little dust and stepped into them. She tucked her shirt in, straightening it, and replaced the taser into her belt clip.
She yanked the baton out of Adagio's arse and stooped to pick up Adagio's discarded lavender panties, using them to wipe the shaft clean before tossing them back on the floor. She sheathed her weapon in its holster.
On her way to the door, she stepped over Adagio's shivering half-naked body, stopping to unfasten the handcuffs which she pocketed after standing up. Tirek pushed open the door and looked back at the girl cowering on the floor. She smiled at Adagio and chuckled. "By the way, happy birthday, Adagio Dazzle."
Author's Note
Yeah, I spell it gaol. What of it?
Yeah, I know I was harsh on poor Dagi here. My next Adagio story will be a lot more cute and fun. But… did I do okay? I'm not really that into sadomasochistic stuff — this pairing just seemed to demand it — how could Tirek possibly not be sadistic? But having never written this kind of thing, I don't know if I'm doing it right. 
I wanna learn, so comment below and tell me what I did wrong, and what I got right.
Also, did you spot the names of these video games in the story: Metal Gear Solid, Grand Theft Auto, Fallout, Far Cry? If so, bonus points for you!
