Stolen Diamond

A chill ran down Filthy Rich's spine as he saw the film reel on the sitting room table.

It was an old reel, made from resins and chemicals, with none of the crystal technology that modern reels used. The film industry hadn't used this kind of reel since Filthy was a foal. The older versions were only used by cash-strapped amateurs. These old reels were fuzzy and unreliable, but they had their advantages. They were light, cheap, and almost untraceable.

On the side was a note, in thick, black pen: 'WATCH THIS, FILTHY!'

Filthy took the reel and placed it into the projector with a soft *click*. Very few Equestrians had the money for a home movie system. Fewer Equestrians still had the equipment to film such a movie.

He double-checked that the doors were locked--to the house and to the sitting room--before even thinking of playing the reel. He had sent his maid home hours ago, but he had to take every precaution with the stakes so terrifyingly high.

His hoof hovered an inch from the 'play' switch, but he turned and walked to the drinks cabinet instead of pressing it. He shakily poured a more-than-generous helping of whisky into a tumbler, drank half, refilled it, and then sat back down. He flicked the switch. The machine whirred, lights flickering, and showed a solid grey rectangle of light on the sitting room wall. A large 'TEN' appeared on the screen, and then counted down. When it reached 'TWO,' the screen turned dark.

When it came back on, his daughter appeared. It was the first time he had seen her face in three days.

Diamond Tiara was in a harshly-lit concrete basement. Her front hooves were cuffed together, and manacles bolted her hind hooves to the floor in a sitting position. She did not have her normal demeanor of smug superiority or haughty contempt. Her eyes were wide with fear. Trails of mascara ran down her pink face where she had been crying, her makeup was smudged, and her cheeks were red from where a gag had previously been strapped too tightly. Her mane, usually perfectly coifed, was frizzier than normal with a hint of greasiness, and her namesake tiara was askew on her head.

She stared directly into the camera as an offscreen figure mumbled something, too quiet for Filthy to hear. Diamond Tiara nodded frantically--an almost unthinkable show of obedience from the hot-headed filly--and looked down at a piece of paper that had been levitated in front of her.

Lips quivering, she looked into the camera and began to read.

"H-hello daddy," she whimpered, "these big, scary stallions have kidnapped me, and they say I h-have to--"

A hoof stomped in the background, and somepony hissed at the filly. Diamond Tiara flinched, and squeaked in terror. Filthy thought they might have said "Louder".

After a false start, Diamond Tiara began to read again. "They s-say I have to read this message for you." She swallowed and licked her lips, which Filthy noticed were dry and cracked. "They want ten million bits from you, paid into the Zebrican National Bank, account number zero-zero-one-nine, two-seven-zero-one, eight-six-nine-eight."

The film quality was poor. Filthy strained to make out the numbers in the fuzzy sound, and drops and lines of static ran through the film like grey snow. He heard strange noises in the background, unsure if they were from the reel or from the basement. Something soft and rhythmic, building in tempo, like the repeated rustling of clothes.

Diamond Tiara continued to speak. "The bad stallions say they're going to keep me here until you pay, even if it takes ten whole years. They say they'll stop me from being lonely but I don't like the way they look at me when they say it, and they haven't fed me since they took me but they say they're going to give me something to eat right now and you can watch, daddy."

Fresh tears traced down her face as she shook from fear. "Please pay them, daddy," she begged, "I don't think I'm gonna like what they have for me to eat."

With that, a stallion stepped into view and pushed his cock up against Diamond Tiara's cheek, masturbating furiously. He came with a groan, thick seed spurting out and covering the left side of the filly's face. She cringed and tried to turn away, but he put a hoof on her mane and viciously pulled her back into place as the last drops squeezed out below her eye. After wiping his dick on her ear, he spat in her mane and walked off the frame. Diamond Tiara sobbed as the white goop dripped down her cheek and onto her jaw and neck.

Filthy Rich felt a lurch in his stomach as he realized what the strange sound in the background was. It was a dozen stallions, all masturbating.

Another card levitated up for Diamond Tiara, and a stallion snapped at her to read it. Looking into the camera, she said, "I don't like it here, daddy! His pee-pee smells funny and my face is all sticky..."

Filthy almost laughed as he heard the childish words. Diamond Tiara had turned eighteen last month. She wouldn't be caught dead calling a stallion's privates a 'pee-pee'. Filthy felt more mortified that they had coerced her into using such naive language that he ever had hearing her swear.

The card dropped to the floor, and another stallion stepped up to the teenager. This one had a thicker, shorter penis, and he towered above Diamond's head. When he came, sperm poured out in a stream, thinner than the last stallion but in far greater quantities. It covered her fringe and her forehead and ran down her nose and brow, dripping onto her eyelashes, running down her face like a white river on a pink landscape. She scrunched her eyes shut and squeezed her face as if she'd just bit a lemon.

The next stallion walked up the moment the previous one stepped away. He yanked the hair clip out of the teenage filly's mane, eliciting a yelp of pain, and then wrapped thick locks of her purple-and-white hair around his dick. She continued to gasp and squeak in discomfort as he tugged at her scalp, but didn't dare move. Her tiara clattered to the floor, but was quickly levitated up and pushed into her fringe.

When the stallion came, he tried to cover as much of her mane as possible. He let several jets fall across the top of her mane, and then started grabbing it in locks and bunches to shove against his tip as more salty sperm seeped out. Soon her entire mane was matted with the vile substance. He knelt down to wipe his dick clean on her tail, then grabbed the hair clip, twisted her mane in a crude bun, and laughed as he 'fixed' her coif.

The next two stallions came in her ears, gumming them shut and hurting her as they jammed their dicks against the sensitive flesh. She looked truly miserable, squinting to avoid the cum that dripped off her eyebrows, her mane defiled, her lips pursed tight to avoid tasting anything, her whole face a canvas for the art of humiliation.

She stopped squinting as the next stallion came, casually aiming a thick spurt at each of her eyes and forcing her to shut them. Several more stallions stepped up to cover more of her face. The cum ceased to be a set of thick streaks and became an indistinct glaze covering every inch of her face, running down her fur and pooling in every crevice. She snorted every few seconds to try and blow away the strands of cum that threatened to seep inside her nostrils.

The last three stallions stepped forward as one, all masturbating with their dicks so close together they were almost touching. A tendril of magic wormed between Diamond Tiara's lips, forcing her jaw wide open. All three stallions filled her mouth as they came, their cum the thickest of any of the stallions so far, oozing out of their cocks with the consistency of molasses. There was so much that it ran over her lips and down her chin. She tried to cough and spit it out, but a shield of telekinetic magic bubbled over her mouth, catching the creamy substance and letting in slide back into her reluctant maw. The magic pinched her nose shut until, with a defeated groan, she choked down the bitter slop.

Her kidnappers stepped back and allowed her to dry heave for half a minute before lifting her back to a sitting position. One stallion pressed his half-hard dick to her eyelid, wiped the cum off onto his tip, and then pushed the tip between her lips. She gagged but dutifully cleaned him off, before he repeated the process with her other eye.

There were more whispered threats. Diamond Tiara opened her eyes just enough to squint at the new card. "They w-want ten million, daddy. Please, I don't like it here and their food is icky. I l-love you daddy--glmff..."

The last minute of the reel consisted of the cum-soaked Diamond Tiara sucking the last drops of sperm from each of her kidnappers' cocks. The film faded to black, and then the pure white of the projector shone onto the wall.

Filthy Rich gave a full-body shudder as he processed the thing he had just watched. He drained his whisky in three desperate gulps, and let the glass clatter to the floor.

He knew this was only the beginning.