The Kidnappers

Dinky Doo struggled to breathe through the cloth bag on her head. It was thick and coarse and stunk of sweat and vomit. No matter how much she thrashed, she couldnt't dislodge the bag, or the blocker on her horn, the binds on her hooves, or the paws of the twisted ape-creatures that had abducted her. She screamed at them to let her go, but the words came out muffled and incomprehensible through the cloth. They laughed at her.

"They're so fucking cute when they fight," said one of the ape-things. She didn't know how they knew Equestrian. They weren't in Equestria, or anywhere near it. She could feel it in her bones.

Four of them were carrying her, each grasping a leg and marching through a hallway. Dinky didn't know how she'd been taken. Her last clear memory was the bag going over her head. Everything before that felt like a black fog.

She felt her captors burst through a set of double doors. They laid her down on some sort of padded lounger--it felt almost like those strange chairs in the dentist's office--and tightened a strap across her chest. Several more straps held her front-legs tight to her side, and then another two held her body securely against the chair. Her hind legs were spread wide, with her hooves held in the air and then secured into stirrups, baring the teenager's privates and teats for anybody to see.

The hood was pulled from her head. She blinked at the blinding light, and looked around in fear. She was in a small room covered in white tiles from floor to ceiling, strapped into a strange chair. Four ape creatures leered down at her. They towered over her, each almost six feet tall, had no fur, wore no clothes, and their bare skin ranged in tone from pale pink to a dull brown. Their faces were almost like a pony's, but squished flat, with smaller eyes and sharper teeth. They stood on two legs and had strange, skinny minotaur paws. All of them were coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Don't scream yet, pretty mare," said one of them. "Save it for later."

Dinky tried to struggle against her bonds, but they wouldn't budge. She looked up at her captors and whimpered. "W-w-what are you? What do y-you want with me?"

One of them licked his lips and placed two fingers on Dinky's thigh. She shuddered and tried to escape his attentions, but she was trapped. "We're going to take you to see your mommy," said the human.

Dinky froze. "Y-you know where my mom is?"

"Of course! We're the ones who took her!" The humans all laughed again, and two of them circled around her. "We're just going to make some preparations."

The pink-skinned one dangled what looked like a small belt with a clip at either end and a metal O-ring in the middle. "This is a ring gag. Your mommy is working hard right now so we need to make sure you can't distract her by talking, but you'll still need to use your mouth. Open wide!"

Two humans pried her cheeks and jaw apart, and then the gag was forced behind her teeth. Her mouth was propped open wide. The straps at the back were tightened until she squealed from the pain in her jaw, and they let go of her head. One human looked down at her, smiled, and spat in her open mouth. It tasted like tobacco, morning breath, and some decay that she didn't want to place.

Dinky tried very hard not to vomit, and began to cry. One of the humans wiped up her tears with a fingertip and licked them.

The pink-skinned one showed her two binder clips. "We use these to hold paper together, but I've got a better idea."

Before Dinky could react, she felt cold metal on her teats. She tried to give a wordless protest, but felt each of the metal clips crunch down on her nipples. Her vision went white at the edges as she screamed in pain.

Suddenly, they were moving. All four humans dragged her along using the wheels on the bottom of her bondage chair. She was looking straight up at the ceiling, passing metre after metre of indistinguishable white tile, only differentiated by the occasional doorway.

They came to a stop after one set of doors, and Dinky immediately knew there was something different about this one. For one thing, it smelled different. The other rooms were dry and oddly sterile, with a scent she could only place as not-Equestrian. This room was thick with humidity, the stink of sweat and cheesy musk and other notes that she vaguely remembered but didn't recognise hit her in the face like a blast of oven air the moment she was wheeled through the doors. It smelled like a locker room after a marathon mixed with a sauna mixed with a pile of unwashed bedsheets.

The noises were different, too. Grunting and groaning, rustling and slapping, the sound of skin on skin, the sound of fur on skin, guttural noises of pleasure, sloppy wet sounds, choking noises, and distinctly feminine sounds of pain.

A human grabbed Dinky's mane. "C'mon, little whore, it's time to see mommy!"

He lifted Dinky's head to look at the source of the noise, and Dinky saw her mother for the first time in a week.

Ditzy Doo was the center of a gang-rape. She was surrounded by male humans, all with their cocks out. One was laying underneath her, belly to belly, and thrusting up into her cunt while another stood over her and pillaged her backside. Both of them had their hands sunk deep into her squeezable, pillowy rump and seemed to be competing who could pinch and grope her the hardest. Three men stood in front of her face, one grabbing her head in a vice-grip as he forced his dick down her throat, and the other two slapping her face with their cocks as they waited their turn. Her grey wings had been bound to her back and twitched miserably, with a particularly sadistic human rubbing the feathers the wrong way for no other reason than spite. Several more men stood around, either waiting for a turn or simply content to jerk off on whatever areas they could reach. Her face and rump were already coated in sticky white fluids. One human had wrapped her tail around his cock and was thrusting into it, nothing more than a tool to masturbate with.

"Guys, guys! Forget that jaded-old whore, there's a fresher set of holes for us to ream!" annouced the human next to Dinky, "I present to you our favorite fucktoy's teen daughter, Dinky Doo!"

There was excited chatter, and the men quickly disentangled themselves from the older mare. Ditzy Doo stood on shaky hooves and cried out in despair when she saw her daughter.

"Let her go!" screamed Ditzy Doo. She tried to charge past the crowd to free her daughter, but a lazy backhand sent her staggering. One of the humans grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the ground.

"You're going nowhere, and neither is your whore kid," growled the human. "Just because your holes are sloppy doesn't mean we won't be having fun with you. Now shut up and suck my cock."

Ditzy Doo was too exhausted to do anything but cry as another dick was forced into her mouth. Dinky watched on in mute horror as her mother was violated five feet away from her. A finger on her pussy reminded her of a more pressing issue. One of the humans grabbed her head and looked her in the eye.

"Bitch, we're gonna pump you full of so much cum that you'll legally count as a sperm bank," he said. With that, he turned her head and forced the tip of his cock through the ring gag in her mouth.

Dinky squealed around the oral invader. It tasted sour and slick and musky. Damp pubic hairs tickled her nose, stinking of sour milk and old-ponies' hooves. His cock left a disgusting residue where it touched her tongue and the roof of her mouth, one that seemed to amplify the horrible taste a hundred times over. He thrust into her mouth until her cheeks bulged with spit and her gagging rivaled her mother's and then withdrew, leaving an unbroken trail of spit between her lips and his knob.

The rapist walked around and lined up his cock with Dinky's pussy, to the cheers of the others. He rubbed his spit-soaked tool up and down her cleft. Her pussy was a tight, clean line, with no mound to speak of, no prominent clit, and dry as a bone. The lips of her pussy buldged out as the tip pressed into it.

"She's pretty dry. You think I'll hurt her if I go in like this?"

"Who cares?"

The human laughed. "Yeah, you're right." He dug his fingers into Dinky Doo's thighs, and thrust half of his seven-inch cock inside in a single movement. She screamed hoarsely and strained against her bonds. Her pussy lips were puffy at the edges where they had stretched to accomodate her rapist, her pubic mound was now pronounced and visible, and a thin trickle of blood ran down the cock from where her hymen had been split.

Inhaling deeply through his nose, the human stayed in place, reveling in Dinky's warmth and unwilling tightness. "Jesus, it's a fuckin' vice."

He began to fuck her. She screeched in pain, what little lubrication there had been having already been used up in the initial penetration, but the human appeared to enjoy the additional friction. Every other thrust battered against her cervix, sending such waves of pain through her body that her ears rang and white spots appeared in her vision. She tried to scrunch her eyes shut and block out the pain, but he took perverse pleasure in bringing her back, grabbing the clamps on her tears, slapping her face, and spitting in her open mouth.

A fire lit up inside her as the human came. Hot sperm flowed out into her, a prodigious amount spurting from the rapist's shaft. The liquid felt painful on her abused pussy, like lemon juice in a cut, but the slickness was a welcome respite. After pulling out, the human walked around and stuck his cock back in Dinky's mouth. His cum tasted vile and the mixture of her own blood and juices tasted little better, but at least he wasn't fucking her any more.

One of the humans whistled, and Ditzy Doo was dragged to her hooves. "Mommy dearest," said the human, "we've got a job for you. Your slut of a daughter got her cunt all messy. Clean it for her."

They pulled Ditzy by her mane until her muzzle was inches from Dinky's cunt, now open at the bottom, inflamed red, and leaking thick, white cream. Ditzy resisted, and did the best to stand her ground.

"I c-can't do it..." she whimpered, "I w-won't d-do it..."

The human laughed and spat in her mane. "Yes you will, and just for protesting we're going to screw your daughter's ass as well as her cunt. If you say 'no' again, we're going to take a pair of pliers and pull out Dinky's teeth one-by-one until you say 'yes'. Now eat out your daughter's pussy."

Dinky looked on in mute horror as her own mother opened her mouth and kissed her slit. Her mother's tongue was sloppy and slow, but the threats and encouragement kept her working constantly. Mouthful by mouthful, Ditzy swallowed the cum and blood that the initial rape had left behind. Her tongue trailed too far up and touched Dinky's tiny clit, sending a dreadful rush of heat through Dinky's nethers. Dinky felt a moistness down below that wasn't from either the sperm or the saliva. Her own mother was tasting it.

She desperately wished she could stop existing, just to end this.

Another human forced his cock through Dinky's ring gag, this one just as unwashed as the last one. He shoved Ditzy out of the way and slammed inside her now-wet pussy in one thrust, jackhammering her with no regard for anything but his own orgasm. His cock was shorter but thicker, causing her to bleed from the remains of her hymen for a second time. Her body thrashed around involuntarily. She wasn't even sure she could still move.

The second rapist came a short while later. Once again, they made Ditzy eat out her daughter between rapes, once again they made Dinky suck the cock clean, and once again they raped Dinky. The humans kept raping her in this fashion until all of the rapes blurred together in a mass of horror. A few screwed Dinky's ass until she lost her voice from screaming. Dinky tried, unsuccessfully, to stop the filth, cum and blood covered cocks from being cleaned in her mouth, but Ditzy's spirit was broken and she simply stuck her tongue deep in her daughter's ass to eat out all of the sperm.

After the dozen or so humans had all used her, they began all over again. Several of them forced Ditzy to suck their cocks until they were hard enough to rape her daughter, though others were content to screw Dinky's mouth and jerk off on her face while another availed himself to her back holes.

When all of the humans were thoroughly exhausted, they untied the two mares and let them fall to the floor. Neither of them had the strength in their limbs to attempt any kind of escape. One human fed them a bottle of water each, while another prepared the sleeping arrangements for the two ponies. Mother and daughter were both blindfolded and had their ears plugged, were then tied together in a sixty-nine, and forced into a cage that only allowed them to make the smallest of twitches.

The humans turned off the lights and left the room, leaving Dinky and Ditzy in the dark, unable to communicate, each with their face buried in the other's well-fucked slit.