Author's Note

Chapter Tags: Bondage, dubcon/rape, spanking, Luna sub, Rarity dom, electro-stim/torture, hot wax, a huge dildo and a ruined matress.

Luna's Dream

Princes Luna was in a bind, literally. That is to say, she was bound; Tight silken ropes held her hooves together beneath the stone table she was set upon ― fore-hooves directly bound to each other, hind-hooves wrapped around them, the angle forcing her hind-legs slightly apart. More ropes held her wings up straight above her, anchored somewhere to a ceiling she could not see. A metal magic-supressant cage was locked around her horn, fitted to a leathery bridle that held her head down, leaving her only limited movement. Worst of all, though, was the woven tube wrapping half her tail, from the base outward, holding it vertical by a single strap connected to her head. The other bindings left her helpless and vulnerable, but that binding left her… exposed, in a way that suggested worrying things about her captors' intentions.

Luna surveyed her surroundings as best she could; She could not remember how she got here, and had no clear notion of where “here” was. The scene felt oddly familiar, yet she could think of no reason it should. The only light came dimly from flickering torches; Shadows danced across the wall and floor. She seemed to be in a large, circular room ― the only wall she could see was bare, worn stone, curving as far as she could see around and behind her. The floor was of similar stone, and the ceiling hidden in darkness. The air was cool and humid, smelling faintly of smoke and leather. The table she was bound to had the feel of hard, smooth stone, flat for the most part, but rounded at the edges. Looking beneath her, she could dimly see where her bonds were secured to large iron rings set into the floor, and the thick table-legs to either side.

She took a breath to steady herself, and considered her situation. Her abducters surely knew the risks of kidnapping a princess, so threats would be wasted. They must have considerable rescources, or magic, or both, so bribery or randsom seemed unlikely. The undeniably sexual aspect of her bondage suggested somepony had a personal interest in having her at their mercy. Perhaps her best option would be appealing to her captor's ego, attempting to exploit his (or her) overconfidence.

With that reasoning, Luna took another deep breath, and spoke with all the confidence she could muster: “Why doest thou hide in shadows? Art thou scared to emerge and face me?”

Silence followed. In honesty, Luna was unsure if anypony was in the room with her, until the slow clop of hooves on stone echoed around her. She strained her head around, to try and get even a glimpse of her captor. There was movement on the edge of her vision, but was that no more than a shadow on the wall?

A mightly “smack” echoed throughout the chamber; Luna felt sure her body had fliched of its own accord on hearing the sound, moments before she felt the searing pain of a crop brought down sharply across her exposed butt-cheeks. A cry escaped her lips before she could control herself.

“Aaaah! C-coward! Do you fea―nng!” her words were cut off by a second swift strike to her rump. She clenched her teeth to stop herself crying out a second time. Bracing herself for a third strike, she kept her jaw shut, panting through parted lips.

Instead, the tip of the crop began to stroke back and forth across her backside, and voice behind her hissed:

“Lesson One, Slut:” ― each word was drawn out, the last spat with malicious glee. Luna flushed indignantly at being addressed in so vulgar a fashion. “You will only address me as 'Mistress'.”

“I know not who you ― aaah!” Luna began again, before the crop came down cruelly on her right buttock, “b-but when my siste―aah!” she forced herself to continue, even as the crop came down just as fiercly on her left cheek, “finds you, be assured―”. She stopped in horror as the end of the crop pushed in between the lips of her cunt, pressing up against her clit. She swallowed hard. Though her mind wanted no part of it, her loins had become hot, and wet. Now she feared her sensitive marehood would be used against her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Say it.” The hissing voice seemed amused by Luna's trembling resistance, or perhaps by her arousal. Luna scruched her eyes shut, and tried to ignore the crop slowly stroking her pussy, stimulating her further. She dared not speak, but forced herself to remain silent. She had endured worse pain than the spankings before, but she was finding the humiliation hard to bear.

The crop came away, and Luna winced in anticipation even before it struck her swollen marehood. The flat end landed directly on her clit, sending fireworks up into her brain. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her hips bucked helplessly, straining against her bonds.

“Who am I?” the voice taunted her. Luna tried desparately to think of a way out of her situation. It seemed, though, that her only options were to continue resisting, which would bring ony further torture, or to play along. It would mean sacrificing some dignity, but if she did as the voice asked, the spanking would end, and perhaps she would find some chance to catch her abductor off-guard.

“Muh-mis―” Luna cut herself short, clenching down her teeth and silently cursing herself for a moment's weakness. No matter the cost, she could not, must not yield even slightly to this pony's will.

The crop was removed, and silence filled the dungeon as the spanking paused. For maybe half a minute, Luna could hear only the sound of her own heavy breathing. Then, with a gentle click, the crop was set down on the table beside her. Luna listened to the gentle clip-clop of hooves somewhere behind her, not daring to imagine what her torturer had planned next.

Something long, hard, and mostly flat pressed against her left cutie mark. It felt like a paddle, but with small, cold, nubs covering its surface. A soft beep sounded, and a tingling, crawling sensation spread across her skin. Luna had handled lighting often enough to know the feel of electricity, and that eldritch sensation now followed the stroke of the paddle across her side and onto her buttock.

A second beep sounded, and Luna felt the tingling intensify, spreading further until it teased the edges of her vagina.

“Say it,” hissed the voice again, louder and less amused than before. Luna said nothing, but stared defiantly at the shifting shadows on the far wall. Did she recognise that voice? Once again, she found herself plagued by an elusive sense of familiarity. Yet when the paddle was pulled away, and brought back down with only a gentle slap against her right buttock, she found herself snapping back to more immediate concerns. A small yelp escaped her lips as her backside twitched from the stinging electrical shock.

She couldn't help but whimper quietly as the paddle caressed its way inwards to her marehood, the cracking energy painful against her folds. The paddle slowly rubbed her cunny, making her shudder and moan. The pain made it hard to focus on anything else. The stimulation felt almost solid inside her, throbbing and pinching at her sensitive nethers.

This torment continued for several torturous minutes, Luna's whimpers turning to sobs, both from the pain and from the unbidden orgasmic build-up within her. When the paddle pulled away, she gasped with relief, but then moaned with frustration. Her inner thighs were slick with her pussy juices, and the smell of sex filled the air.

She hadn't noticed the crop being lifted from beside her; When it struck down across her backside, her cries filled the room. There was no point in trying to stay quiet, now, but she could still refuse to speak. When the crop once more began to rub her clit, she let out a small whine at learning just how sensitive she now was. The slightest touch threatened overwhelming pleasure and made her squirm uncontrollably.

Then the crop pulled away, to be once more set down beside her. Three soft beeps sounded, and Luna's eyes widened in fear as she remembered how each previous such noise had signalled an increase in intensity of the lightning-paddle ― a step up to a higher setting. Perhaps she should reconsider ― there would be no harm in playing along, pretending to give this pony what she…

It was too late; The paddle came up hard on her soaking cunt, an explosion of electric agony breaking through her resolve.

“MISTRESS!” Luna screamed, pretence of dignity lost for a moment in the blinding pain, before the paddle was pulled away.

“Again,” commanded the “Mistress” . Luna hesitated, and the paddle came down on her left buttock again.

“Mistress!” She cried again, and the paddle was once more removed.

“Again, Slut!” Luna's Mistress commanded, and there was no hesitation this time.

“Mistress.” Luna moaned the word. There was no point refusing now, but it was just a word after all. If it would fool the Mistress into lowering her guard, it would be worth the small blow to her pride.

“Good. Now, 'Lesson Two', Slut: You are my Slut. You have no other name, no other purpose, no other life. Do you understand?”

Luna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The paddle smacked her right cheek, and she screamed.

“Show more respect, Slut. Answer clearly when your Mistress asks you a question.”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was no lie; She did understand. That was not the same as agreeing, though.

“Say it, Slut,” commanded the Mistress. Her voice was clearer, now, no longer whispering, and definitely familiar.

Ah. That one would be harder to dodge. Luna raised her head as high as she could, once again stubbornly closed-mouthed, and determined to resist this “lesson”, even though she had conceded to the first. She braced herself for the paddle's sting, even as tears began to dry on her cheeks.

Instead, a different note sounded, and the paddle was set down to her other side. Luna tried not to let the trepidation she felt show on her face as she wondered what the next torture would be.

She did not have to wonder for long — a thick, red, flickering candle levitated in front of her, hot wax dribbling down the side as it was tilted. The candle floated around behind her, giving her just enough time to consider what would happen next.

“Say your name.” Hot wax dripped onto her right buttock, which was still aching from the crop's strikes. Luna shuddered, but refused to let out a sound. “Say it, Slut.” Luna whimpered as hot was next dribbled over her left cheek.

The gentle tingle of levitation magic spread her vaginal lips, opening her pussy wide.

“Your Mistress commands, you, Slut. Say. Your. Name.” Hot wax flowed freely down her cunny and onto her clit, hardening even as the burning heat seared her sensitive nethers. Luna screamed at the unbearable agony.

“SLUT!” Luna cried, as soon as she could force coherent words out. “Slut, my name is Slut! You're my Mistress! I'm a Slut! Please, Mistress! I'm your Slut! Please, Mistress, ple-he-hease…” Luna sobbed hopelessly, heavy tears of shame mixing with those of pain.

“Good Slut,” spoke Luna's Mistress. The wax dripping stopped. For a few moments, Luna's heavy panting was the only sound in the dungeon, the after-ache of her rear the only sensation she could focus upon. Then something hard, smooth, and cold, like a rounded pebble, slid in against Luna's clitoris. She bit her lip and trembled as this object pushed against her nub, giving a slight sensation of suction as it adhered itself to her. Then the lump began to vibrate gently, just enough that it couldn't be ignored.

The crop and paddle were lifted from the table and floated behind her somewhere. Luna hoped, prayed that they were being put away. The sound of hooves upon stone echoed around the chamber once more, and her tormentor stepped into view. For a moment, Luna was dumbfounded, enough even to forget her pain and growing pleasure.

“Rarity!?” almost the moment Luna exclaimed this, the wicked crop snapped across her butt once more, making her howl and twitch.

“Bad Slut, did you forget Lesson One?” Rarity now made no effort to disguise her voice, nor the cruelty it carried.

“Mistress! I'm sorry, Mistress. You are my Mistresss, and I am your Slut,” Luna gabbled. She had to play along, to do everything her Mistress instructed, pretend to be broken. That would make the pain stop. It might also fool Mistress into lowering her guard.

The “Mistress” Rarity was attired in a classic dominatrix outfit. A black leathery single-piece costume covered her trunk, but left her thighs and cutie-marks fully exposed. Black hoofboots partially covered fishnet stockings, and a black choker accented her neck. Framed by the purple curls of her mane, her half-closed eyes with thier blue eyeshadow stared lustfuly into those of her “Slut”. Luna lowered her gaze, staring instead at the shadows dancing across the floor.

“Oh, my dear Slut, ” said Rarity, “I realise these lessons must be quite painful for you, but you have done quite well. I have a small reward for you, if you'd like it.”

“R-reward, Mistress?”

Rarity looked across somewhere behind Luna, and levitated an object to the space between them. Luna's eyes widened as she stared at it; it was a large, purple, dildo. At least a foot long, quite thick, with a slightly flared tip, ridges all along the shaft, and a ring of bulbous beads around the base. Just the sight of it was mesmerising to Luna.

Rarity grinned, and with a pulse from her horn, the vibrations in Luna's loins intensified. “Tell me, Slut: Are you a horny Slut?” Rarity's voice sang with amusement, as she ran the tip of one hoof along the length of the mighty phallus. “Do you want this? Are you aching for it?”

Luna nodded. “Yes. Oh yes, Mistress.” She couldn't deny it; The vibrations were driving her crazy with lust. She didn't care how oversized it was, she just had to take that plastic cock, all of it.

Rarity lowered the tip to Luna's mouth. Luna licked it hungrily, and as Rarity pushed it forward, Luna gripped the end with her lips and began to suck on it. Rarity giggled as she watched. Another small pulse left her horn, but this time it was the purple phallus that began to purr, vibrating fiercly in Luna's mouth. Luna let out a small moan of surprise.

Then Rarity pulled the still-vibrating dildo back away from Luna, and leaned in toward her. “Then what do you think a horny, dirty Slut should do, when she wants something from her Mistress?”

Luna stared back at her, realisation forming. “Please, Mistress,” she moaned, “please, I beg of you: Fuck me. Fuck your dirty, horny, Slut, Mistress. I am begging you, please fuck me hard, I need it so badly.”

“Hmm. Well said, Slut,” grinned Rarity, and sent to dildo floating past Luna's face, heading back towards her rear.

On the wall and floor, the shadows moved unnaturally. They twisted and flowed, seeming to gather beneath Rarity's hooves, flowing under her, into her. Luna barely noticed this, but as she did, it felt like a shadow was lifted from her own mind. She started to understand where she was, why she was here, what was happening, and why it all felt so disconcertingly familiar.

The realisation came too late, though, as the whirring dildo plunged into her swollen, throbbing nethers. She howled, this time with pleasure, as the vibrating ridges stroked across her sensitive opening. She grabbed at her hind-hooves and tried to pull them forward, trying to open her vagina wider to accomadate the thick, thrusting shaft. Her whole body convulsed as Rarity propelled the pulsing phallus into a series of deep, powerful thrusts.

Luna's eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out. The dildo was not even half-way in, yet each thrust forced it deeper, brought her closer to the edge. She was trapped in ecstasy, lost to orgasmic joy. Her beloved Mistress was fucking her silly, and there was nothing better in all the world.

Soon, Luna began reaching her peak. Rarity seemed to sense this, and hilted the dildo fully into her Slut. She also brought the crop across Luna's right buttock again, but for Luna this only heightened the pleasure. Her cunt spasmed, floods of mare juices flowed down her hegs and onto the floor. It felt like she came not once, but over and over, multiple orgasms crashing through her, one after another. Luna closed her eyes, and her howls died down to a whimper as Rarity's toys milked her marehood for every drop.

When Luna opened her eyes, the temporary insanity had ended. She was lying in her bed, the sheets hot and sticky around her. Her breathing came fast and heavy. With a small pulse from her horn, the lights in her room came on, so that she could clearly see the dark patch in her sheets. Lifting them away, she stared down between her legs. A powerful aroma of sex hit her; The bed was practically flooded. As she considered what this all meant, how hard she had orgasmed, how real the dream had been, and how clearly she had seen Rarity there with her, and most of all the strange, shifting shadows, only one response sprung to mind.

“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed.