The Kidnappers

Dinky didn't remember waking up, only the sensation of being dragged to her hooves by her mane. She was already walking through a hallway, towards a room she did not recognise. Perhaps she had been awake for hours.

The next room was a small one, no bigger than a bathroom. It had grainy, non-slip floors like a locker room, a drainage grate in one corner, and a hose in the other.

Her human captor giggled. "Don't worry about the hose, it don't work. You're in charge of clean-up today." With that, he slipped a blindfold over her eyes, cuffed all four of her hooves together, and rolled her onto her back. The floor was cold beneath her as she heard him walk away.

He returned minutes later, with more humans, and clanking, jangling equipment. There was another sound in there too, a pained and whimpering noise, but not her mother. Dinky stiffened, her chest tightening, her eyes scrunched shut even under the blindfold.

Unknown hands lifted her and changed her bindings. Shackles clicked around her hind hooves, a spreader bar keeping them wide apart. Her captors forced her front hooves behind her back and bound them there, before hooking the bonds to a rope attached to the ceiling, pulling it tight until Dinky screamed and cried that they were breaking her shoulders. She tried to stand up as straight as possible to alleviate the pressure on her shoulders and withers, but one of them pushed her head back down. Fingers grabbed at her bottom lip, and something cold and heavy and metal pressed against it. A click and a crunch. She whined in pain as her bottom lip was pierced and a ring was forced through it, but it was far from the worst pain she had endured over the last several days.

The blindfold lifted from her eyes, and her stomach sunk when she saw the two teenaged ponies displayed in front of her.

The first one, she could only recognise from her cutie mark as Silver Spoon. She was raised on a bench at waist height for the humans, laid on her back. Everything from the hips upward was concealed in a wooden box, so thin and narrow that it must have been hammered in place around her, like half of a coffin, and sealed with thick black cloth at the base so not even a trickle of light could get in. Two thin tubes led out of tiny holes drilled near the head area of the box, but other than that it was completely sealed. Her hind-legs were tucked in at the knees and bound tight with bandages, pulled out to the sides by ropes. Her pussy and asshole looked well-used, and she was at the perfect height for rape. As if to prove the point, a human immediately stepped between her legs, forced his thick cock into her ass, and began to rail her. Only the faintest of cries could be heard from inside the wooden box.

The second was a young stallion instantly recognisable from his white-and-brown pinto coat. Like Silver Spoon he was bound to a bench on his back, his front-legs bandaged to his sides and chest tied to the bench, with his hind-legs folded in and tied in an identical manner to the grey mare's. The rest of his bonds were different. Several layers of thick black tape were wrapped over his mouth, running all the way around to the back of his head. His eyes were closed, and as Dinky craned to look, she saw a line of a black gooey substance painted over his eyelids, apparently glueing his eyes shut. His ears were plugged, and a pair of clear tubes ran out of his nostrils, where they both connected to the nozzle of a metal funnel perched just above his mane.

Between his legs, the bondage was even stranger. His slender cock was erect and pointed directly towards the ceiling, with one pink ribbon tied tight at the base, and another pink ribbon tied in a bow at the base of his testicles. A plexiglass rod, as thick as a sweet pea, had been inserted into his uretha, and about a foot of rod stuck out of the tip. Mounted on a board on his stomach, an oversized back-massager-style vibrator was perched at a 45-degree angle, with the tip of the vibrator bulb just touching the rod. The strange device had not yet been turned on. One of the humans walked over to Pipsqueak, held his middle finger behind his thumb, and gave him a hard flick at the middle of his penis. He shook and whimpered.

The human walked over to Dinky and ran his fingers through her mane. "Lemme explain what your job is today. It was that cunt's job," he said, indicating to Silver Spoon, "to do all the cleaning while we did our little experiments on Bitchboy over there. All she had to do was suck our cocks clean after we blew a load in his ass, eat out his ass when it got too sloppy with jizz, and lick our balls when they got too sweaty. That was too much responsibility for her to handle, she wouldn't stop talking in that bitchy voice of hers, so now nobody is gonna hear her bitchy little voice for the next thirty days until she learns to do as she's told. Today, you're her replacement, and unless you want to be bound completely still for the next month while you eat and breathe through a tube, you'll do as we tell you. Understand?"

Dinky nodded with what little give her bondage provided her.

"Good. Now, suck my cock and get it nice and wet for bitchboy's ass."

He hefted his limp cock up to Dinky's lips. Defeated, she opened her mouth, allowing him to push his unwashed dick inside. He moaned as her tiny tongue slipped over the bottom of his shaft, her cheeks bulging out from the size of the tip. Dinky tried not to think about what she was doing, and began to suck. This cock wasn't as unthinkably vile as the one from earlier, but it was still far from pleasant. All of the humans had a permanent sheen of sweat on their bodies, and their crotches were thick with the stink of old sweat, congealed cum, and dried piss.

The human growled, stroking Dinky's mane as she sucked him. "Yeah, that's a good little fluffer," he moaned, "keep that up, and I'll be ready in no time..."

Every soft dick that Dinky had been forced to suck over the past few days had undergone an unpleasant metamorphosis, and this one was no different. It started off soft and yielding, like skin-wrapped-mush or a depressed sea sponge, heaved into her mouth and left there. Soon it became half-hard, twitching and pulsing and bulging, making her cheeks swell as its owner began to thrust. Then, rock-hardness, the worst of the three, battering her tonsils, making her mouth gush with thick saliva as her stomach churned and the urge to vomit grew. The human grabbed the back of her head and pushed forward with no respite until his cocktip slipped into Dinky's throat, ignoring her gagging and spluttering entirely.

He withdrew suddenly, leaving Dinky to heave and whine, and hustled over to Pipsqueak. Dinky heard a muffled whine as the sightless, speechless colt had a human cock forced into his asshole. The human sighed contentedly as he eased his way in, the first few thrusts careful and testing, before working his way up to a more comfortable rhythm.

"Aww, don't be sad, Bitchboy," growled the human, his hips slapping against Pipsqueak's rump, "you're made to take dick. You're gonna love it..."

Pipsqueak only whimpered in response.

"Don't believe me? Try this." With a sick grin, the human flicked a switch on the back massager. It thrummed to life, loud as a vacuum cleaner, turning the plexiglass sounding rod in Pipsqueak's cock into a blur of vibration. Pipsqueak let out the shrillest squeal yet before it died down into panicked, meepy panting. The human grabbed his inner thighs and thrust forward triumphantly.

"You guys have gotta feel this. Bitchboy's ass is squeezing like a vice. It's pulling me in!"

One of the other humans laughed. "This one's getting nice and loose, she's learning to take it," he said as he rammed into Silver Spoon, his hands braced on her portable oubliette. "Feels good though. Gonna fill this slut up with sperm..."

Dinky watched in horror as the human shuddered, his buttocks clenching as he unloaded deep inside Silver Spoon's ass. He pulled out moments later and walked towards her, the last droplets of jizz still oozing from the tip of his cock. Dinky's mouth shut instinctively as he approached, but she opened wide when he rea.ched for the piercing on her bottom lip.

"Not as dumb as you look, little whore," he said, slipping his filthy cum-slicked cock between her lips. "Try to impress us, okay? You'll earn your mommy some well-needed rest."

Dinky's stomach turned as she tasted the cock. Human sperm was vile at the best of times, and knowing where this cock had been made it much worse. There had been no visible dirt, but the taste and smell was enough to remind her of exactly what she was doing, bitter and earthy and unclean. She closed her lips around it, running her tongue along the underside to clean it. The human withdrew mercifully quickly, and walked away to sit down.

Three more humans were visible, now. One was already balls-deep in Silver Spoon's cunt, and the others were groping Pipsqueak as another human fucked him. A fourth human walked into view, directly in front of Dinky, his cock twitchingly hard. Dinky shivered.

He pressed something to her lips. Plastic. A bottle.

"Drink."

She did. Sweetened water. She hadn't realised how thirsty she was. In seconds, she'd gulped down half of the bottle.

"Good girl. Do your job and it won't be so bad for you. Here's your next job..."

Dinky opened her mouth, expecting another oral invasion, but the human turned around and spread his ass-cheeks. Before she knew what was happening, her face was stuck between his ass. She knew what he wanted, and timidly licked at his hole. It was clean, at least. She continued to lick as the human moaned softly.

The human stopped moaning. She kept up her licking, but got no reaction. A grunt, but more annoyed than pleasured. From the corner of her eye, she saw the human reach for something, and fiery pain surged through her back and shoulders. When it subsided, tears flowed down her face, and she had stopped licking. In a panic she started again, redoubling her efforts.

"I just pulled the rope on your strappado," said the human. "It's a training tool, and that was a demonstration. When I use it for real, I won't let it back down afterwards, it'll stay like that. Your holes work just fine with two broken shoulders, so it's on you to keep them intact. Understand?"

Tongue out, Dinky nodded her head, rubbing her face up and down the man's sweaty ass-crack.

"Good. You're licking, and that's a start, but you should be eating my ass. Get your tongue stuck up in there. Get it deep. Stretch me out."

Dinky did as she was told, hardening her tongue to a point and pressing it into the tight hole. The human shuddered and moaned as it slipped inside. She couldn't taste anything, but the heat alone was disgusting. Still, she had no choice but to obey. She wormed her tongue around, licking him deep, each lick of her tongue pressing up inside him, stretching and relaxing him.

"Excellent work. You're almost as good as your mom. I'd give you a demonstration on the finer points of rimming, but it looks like my slot just opened up..."

He stepped away, the air cool against Dinky's sweat-and-spit slicked face, and walked towards Pipsqueak who was now unoccupied. Dinky didn't have a chance to rest before the human who had just reamed the colt stepped up to her, slapping his soiled cock on her face.

"You're getting a fuckin' feast today, kiddo," said the human. "Tossed salad, tube steak, and a whole lot of ball batter..."

She cleaned him off, licking cum and lube off the man's shaft. The taste wasn't as bad as the last cock. They must have cleaned out Pipsqueak beforehand. Once she finished, the man slapped his half-hard meat on her face a few more times and walked away. Another half-hard cock was shoved between her lips in preparation for the next fuck.

The sick game continued. She alternated between getting cocks hard and getting them clean, occasionally eating their assholes and licking pungent sweat off their balls. Her emotions swung between disgust, boredom, and despair. For a while she zoned out, only dimly aware of the acts she was performing. She might have been licking cum and pussy juice off a thick shaft, but it didn't matter. She wasn't really there.

A hard thrust brought her back into reality, finally overpowering her gag reflex. She threw up with the tip of the cock still in her mouth, coating the entire shaft in a mixture of cum, bile, and water. The human cursed and slapped her.

She coughed, two thin lines of vomit running from her noise. "S-sorry..."

"Shut up. Clean it." He pressed the side of his cock to her lips, not letting her suck, instead making her lick the mess she'd made off the side. It tasted even worse going back down, but she did it.

He adjusted her strappado, giving her some slack, and then pushed her to the floor. A few drops had landed on his feet. She knew what to do, and licked them clean, sucking his toes. The saltiness of the sweat was overpowering. Soon, she was pulled back up by the ropes.

"You get me messy," said the human, holding his wilted cock, "I get you messy."

He let loose with a stream of piss, splattering all over Dinky's face, soaking her coat and mane. She kept her mouth open; she knew better than to do otherwise. At least this one didn't insist that she swallow it. He just hosed her down, his strong jet of piss seemingly unending. She sucked the last few drops from his tip as rivulets of urine ran down her face and neck.

"Ugh," said another human, ambling up to Dinky and slipping his semen-soaked shaft between her lips. "You've just gotta get them messy before I want to use them, don'tcha?"

Some time later, they undid Dinky's bonds and told her to stand. She struggled to her hooves. The piss stung her eyes and made it hard to see. They slapped her, and ordered her over to Silver Spoon. She didn't need telling twice.

Dinky was gentle as she ate out Silver Spoon. The cum that soaked her pussy and asshole was thick, slimy and vile, but at least she could ease the hurt that her fellow filly felt. She felt a few sympathetic twitches through Silver Spoon's thighs. Once she had swallowed what felt like a coffee cup of cum from Silver Spoon's pussy, a human pressed down gently on her head. She no longer had the energy to feel disgust as she slurped the cum from her asshole.

She was led over to Pipsqueak. Cum covered most of his body. He had been forced to cum several times himself from the sounding rod and the vibrator, and a few humans had seen fit to pull out and cum on his face. His gag of tape had been removed and one human was wiping the horse cum that slicked the sounding rod up with two fingers and feeding it to him. The strange tubes in his nostrils connected to a funnel remained.

A human pulled out the sounding rod as Pipsqueak sobbed and made him lick it clean. Dinky was directed to the colt's shaft and balls. She licked them softly, tasting pony cum for the first time in her life. It had none of the bitterness or fishiness of human jizz, compared to her previous experience it was almost pleasant. Once again, her head was pushed down, and she ate out the colt's well-fucked asshole. A full load of cum seemed to flow out with every touch of her tongue.

"Watch this," said one of the humans, grinning at the others. He dangled his soft cock over the lip of the funnel and began to piss. They laughed as the frothy liquid swirled downwards and ran into the young stallion's nostrils. He squealed, thrashed and panicked. His movements made cum flow from his ass even faster, forcing Dinky to simply press her lips over the hole and drink down the jizz as it flowed out. She really hoped they had cleaned him out.

Pipsqueak calmed down, sealing his sinuses and only breathing through his mouth. Most of the piss remained pooled in the funnel. The human was unimpressed.

"Kid, I'm about to gag you again. It's going inside you, one way or another. Your belly or your lungs, it's up to you."

He whined, but there was nothing he could do. He inhaled, piss burning his sinuses as it flowed into the back of his throat, let it flow back into his mouth, and then swallowed it. He took several uneasy breaths, and repeated the process. With no other instruction, Dinky continued to lick his now-clean ass. When the funnel was clear, another human pushed forward.

"My turn," he said, pushing his cock into Pipsqueak's mouth. More piss, hot and brackish. He gulped it down, and begged for no more. They ignored him, and made him swallow two more full bladders. To his credit, he did not throw up until they had unstrapped him. Though unbound, they didn't remove the coverings on his eyes, leaving him sore and blinded, shivering on the floor.

A human buckled a thick collar on Dinky's neck as another spread a thick layer of mint toothpaste over Silver Spoon's pussy and asshole. Dinky barely reacted as she was led from the room.

"C'mon, kid. Time to see mommy again."