Chapters It had been months after that fateful day, the day where the princess fell, the day the caribous came. Equestria had changed since then, a new order were established. But there are and always will be people that disagree with the status quo, this is their story.
The police arrived at the crime scene in less than ten minutes. Normally they weren't so fast, but the infamous heroine Nighthawk had been involved, making it top priority. The new rulers cannot tolerate a 'heroine' running rampant in the city.
The very existence of this masked heroine goes against everything the caribou held dear, it's against their culture and everything they believed in.
Some says the caribou feared her, that's why they had taken so much measure to caught her, yet all had failed. Bounty had been made, hunter teams were sent, even the army were involved. But in the large metropolis, finding a single mare is hard.
Nighthawk had always appeared without warning, there's seldom report of her flying, despite flight being her main form of escape and travel. Usually, reports came in long after her crime's done and her long gone. Perhaps the ponies were hiding information from their new overlord, or perhaps luck just favored the heroine.
Star Chaser, the newly appointed deputy of Manehattan, had been first to reach the crime scene with his team. The attack had took placed in an apartment on the twelfth floor, a stallion next door had reported it. The window of the room was broken, pieces of glass scattered across the room.
In the center of the room, a single red Pegasus stallion laid dead on the ground, with six crossbow bolt embedded in his back.
In the corner, there's two empty metal cage. Judging from the well worn rags inside, it's safe to assume it was occupied prior to Nighthawk's interference.
Following standard procedure, Star Chaser cast a few detection spell, one to check for hidden item, another few to check for residual magical signal. As usual, there's only the weak magical radiation leftover from Pegasus flight.
A small black feather was placed in front of the cages. It was Nighthawk's calling card, it's her way of taunting the government and the new laws. With a sigh, Star Chaser picked the feather up with a tweezers and stored it in an evidence bag.
Another bolt was found near the window, this one being heavier and have a bunt end. It was likely what smashed the window. Picking up the bolt with his gloved hand, Star Chaser stored it in another evidence bag.
“Where does her get those bolts from?” Golden Shine, one of Star's underling commented, “Caribou control all high-grade steel manufacturers. Even we don't have access to such weapons.”
“Don't know. We can only hope she runs out of them soon.”
“Do you think it's the reb-”
“Shush!” Star Chaser silenced him with a glance, “Watch your tongue. Now go take a statement from the neighbors.”
After issuing command to another of his subordinate to run ballistics analysis, Star went back to inspecting the dead stallion.
“I wonder what you had done to earn her attention...” Star Chaser said as he began inspecting the dead stallion. The stallion's pants were pulled down, leaving his private parts exposed. There were no signs of injuries on his front. The evidences easily painted a clear picture on what happened. The stallion was probably having fun with one of his slaves when Nighthawk attacked. Using the surprise, Nighthawk managed to shot him in the back with her crossbow, killing him before he can react.
A quick search around the pants reveals a wallet with identification. After finding it, Star sent another one of his subordinate to run background check on the victim. Nighthawk had always targeted cruel sadistic stallions or strike at crucial targets. Often the victims would have criminal record, although there's still a few case of 'innocent' victim. Innocent by the new law, but a major crime in the old law.
The bolts that killed him was made of steel with feather fetching, the bolt looked worn down. The black feather fetching was likely made from Pegasus feather, comparing it with her calling card proved they came from the same source. The arrow head consisted three steel blade, allowing it to cause massive bleeding on its target. Of course, that would make removal harder, probably why it was left behind by Nighthawk.
“Boss, Governor Arvid is here.” Golden Shine announced, having most likely encountered the governor on his way out.
Star let loose a sigh, before quickly recomposing him, turning his face into a neutral mask. No matter how much he disliked his boss, he must avoid angering the ironfisted governor. Memories of what happened to the last four deputy was still fresh in Star's mind.
Arvid was a well built caribou, he had took part in invasion and were given Manehattan to rule for his valor. Being the governor, Arvid commands the caribou army stationed here, as well as hold total power over the city. He was not someone a pony should piss off.
“Good morning, sir.” Star Chaser greeted, however, Arvid only answered with a short nod.
However, before Star can report the situation, Arvid spoke, “I'm not interested in what happened, nor in your little reports and excuses. I care only about when you can caught that bitch.”
“Sir, we're working -”
“Be quick. My patience grows thin.” Arvid cut him off before Star could finish his sentence.
Once Arvid finished speaking, he turned around left, leaving a frustrated Star Chaser. The caribou governor never had much love for forensic reports, he cared only about result. Fair trial had no meaning here, it mattered not to Arvid who was guilty or not, only his city be rid of this heroine.
But, Arvid's own troops had already failed him before. It's madness to expect police to fare better than well equipped army, but no one had the guts to point out the absurdity of it. At least not to his face.
Turning back to his men, Star addressed them, “Alright, you heard the boss. Golden Shine, I want a report detailing the victim's past on my desk before lunch. Ballistic team, you guys too. We'll hold a meeting at 2 PM today. I want everyone present, inform those on holiday too, they're recalled.”
“We'll catch her soon... We must.”
Author's Note
This chapter is completely optional. You can skip it if you want to get to the juicy bit asap.
“Obey me!” The tall stallion shouted at the mare.
The mare in question was a newly captured slave, and still possessing a strong will. She was almost naked, although she might be better off naked. She wore nothing but a black collar and slave harness. The harness consisted of straps of leather over her naked body, but instead of covering anything, it served only to accent her features.
The poor mare's hand were bound, and the ropes were connected to chains hanging down from the ceiling. Due to the short length of the chains, she was forced to stand on her toes, straining and tiring her leg muscle out. But if she didn't stand tiptoe, all her weight would be on the ropes, making it burn painfully into her fresh. It was no accident that length was that way, the slaver had taken care to make it so.
“NEVER!” The mare in question shouted in defiance, before spitting at the slaver.
Enraged, the stallion raised his paddle high and brought it down in a swift arc. With a loud crack, the paddle connected with the mare's breast. The mare screamed from the pain, and the force of the paddle sent her off balance. The rope dug into her fresh as she struggle to find her footing again.
Moments after the mare regained her footing, the slaver raised the paddle again. “No...” A small whimper escaped the mare's lip. And much to the mare's surprise, the paddle stopped.
“I can be merciful.” The slaver whispered as he caress the mare's face with his free hand, “All you need is to cooperate, and the paddle will be gone.”
“Now, tell me, where's the rebel's base of operation?”
Upon hearing the question, the mare had already returned to her prior state of defiance, and answered with only profanity.
With a sigh, the stallion said, “I don't have time for this.”
It was true, the slaver had confident that he could break the mare in a few days, with some more paddles, a little show of 'kindness', and more drugs will wear her will down soon enough. But he didn't have that long, the information was crucial and time sensitive, he would have to resort to more drastic meaning.
Leaving the mare alone for now, the slaver walked to the end of the room, standing before the burning furnace. Picking up a branding iron, the slaver began his slow walk back. The mare could only stare at the red hot branding iron as he walked.
“You should talk now, it's your last chance.” The stallion threatened as he walk, “Or a horrible branding is going to be replacing your cutie mark.”
The mare's eye widened in fear at his words, making her whole body tremble. She didn't want to give up her mark, it's what a pony lives for, no one ever wants to lose their mark! But she mustn't yield, too many depended on her. If she betrayed them, they'd all suffer the same fate!
“NEVER!”
The stallion turned towards the source of the noise. In front of the freshly broken window stood a Pegasus mare. Her black wings are complete and full of feather, a rare sight in this age. She is dressed in a full black suit, leaving no skin exposed, but yet the skin tight suit leaves her luscious curves for all to see. On her face, a black hawk half mask hid her identity. A few pouch lies on her belt, holding weapons and other tools.
“Nighthawk!” The stallion exclaimed in surprise, before his face twist into one of greed, “How nice of you to join us.”
Almost instantly, the rebel was forgotten by the slaver, the infamous nighthawk would be worth far more than some rebels. Just the thought of the proud heroine succumbing to lust and begging for his seeds is enough to rouse his dick to attention.
Drawing a small pouch from his belt, the slaver tossed it at Nighthawk. However, Nighthawk remain unfazed by this trick. With a small sidestep, the pouch missed her complete, and landed into the furnace instead.
“That's all you got?” Nighthawk asked with a bored tone, “You might as well as just hang yourself, it'll save us both time. And probably bring less shame upon yourself.”
'How dare that mare insult me!' The slaver thought, yet still holding himself back despite the rage at the mare's insolence.
“My turn,” Said Nighthawk as she draw a throwing knife.
However, the slaver wasted no time dodging behind the captured rebel, using her as cover. This is risk move, as the infamous Nighthawk had been known to attack both slavers and their slave. Luckily for him, Nighthawk paused in her attack.
“Can't bear to see her get hurt?” The slaver asked with a smirk.
“Coward! Let her go!”
“I will,” The slaver teased, “If you agree to take her place. I promise you'll enjoy every moment of it.”
As if to demonstrate, the slaver groped the rebel mare's breast with one hand, while his other hand drifted downwards. “No-o” The rebel whimper at his skillful touch, yet he continue his teasing.
“D-Don't li-listen to him...” The rebel cried out in rasp breathes. However, her protest quickly stopped as she struggled to contain her moaning.
Nighthawk felt her body grow warm from the display. Her eyes are drawn to the large bulge in the stallion's pants, surely it would be a joy ride. Noticing her glance, the stallion stepped out of cover to let her see better.
“Like what you see? You can touch it if you want.”
It's true that Nighthawk wanted that, but she wasn't always so … needy. Suddenly, she realized! She must be affect by aphrodisiac!
“So you figured it out. Not all drug needs to be eaten, some can be burnt and inhaled,” The slaver explained, “But it's too late for you now, you should feel weak and horny by now. A dose of it can reduce a stubborn mare into submissive cum dump. You should feel honored, that little pouch cost more than a dozen slaves.”
With trembling body, Nighthawk moved towards the slaver. Being sure of his victory, the stallion stripped and ready himself.
“Now, on your knees, and su-” The stallion's words were interrupted by a swift kick to the groin, causing him to drop on the floor and roll in pain.
“You know, drugs don't turn people into mindless slaves. You shouldn't take me so lightly.”
Of course, the drug had taken its toll on Nighthawk. Her body felt hot, her breath ragged, and her holes yearned to be filled. 'What I wouldn't do for a group of strong stallions to take me...'
Still, she got things to do. Banishing those thoughts away, Nighthawk went on to free the still bound mare.
The moment the rebel was freed, she lunged forward, grabbing Nighthawk and pulling her into a kiss. Taken by surprise, Nighthawk didn't resist, allowing her tongue to slip in.
“Mmph!” Nighthawk tried shouting, but found it hard with the mare's lip pressed hungrily against hers. Instead of withdrawing, the mare pushed against her, and began rubbing their bodies together.
'Maybe just a quickie... It wouldn't hurt...right? Of course it would! Guards would arrive to find two horny sluts fucking each other... And I would be caught... tortured, taken by a dozens of stallions... one by one, or all together.... Their throbbing cock....'
'NO!' Snapping herself out of her daydream, Nighthawk pushed the mare back, before shaking her toughly.
“Snap out of it!” Nighthawk glanced over the mare's pink hazed eye. With no hope of easily bring her out of it, Nighthawk knocked her out. 'Guess I'll just carry her.'
Quickly Nighthawk made her way out of the room and down the corridor. Progress was slow, as she had to be carefully, the mansion still had guards. Although the guards are probably slacking off or engaging in pleasure activities, but it never hurts to be carefully.
Perhaps by luck, Nighthawk had managed to avoid detection on her way out. She soon made in away, running into dark alleys towards a rebel hideout. However, as she turned down another alley, she spotted a dark figure in it.
The dark figure turned around to face Nighthawk. In the dim moonlight, his face is obscured by shadow, revealing only a horn, but the police uniform he worn reveals his identity. 'Oh crap.'
“Hello, Nighthawk, I'm Iron Heart, the vice-deputy of Manehatten Police Force. We've been looking for you.” The figure said as he draw his police baton, “And you're under arrest.”
“Government hounds huh? I'm not afraid of the caribou's little pet.” Nighthawk had faced off far worse before, a single police would be nothing for her normally. But her current state may make things difficult.
Putting the unconscious mare down, Nighthawk drew a pair of daggers from her belt before charging the police.
Nighthawk was fast, making quick slash at him. But Iron Heart were skilled and defended steadily. He managed to block or deflect every strike, even if it meant giving up on any offense. But he knew Nighthawk would wear herself out soon or later.
Knowing her attack was futile, Nighthawk jumped back to put some distance between them. And before Iron Heart could react, she flapped her wings, taking to the air. Drawing her crossbow, she began loading and aiming.
Iron Heart quickly moved for cover and put forth a barrier. Nighthawk unleash the first bolt towards him. The bolt sailed effortlessly through the air, striking the barrier. A small ripple was seen on the barrier as it held on.
Iron Heart let out a sign of relief as the barrier blocked Nighthawk's attack. Than the second bolt came, quickly followed by a third and a fourth. The ripple grew stronger and the barrier almost blinked out of existence.
The fifth shot took the barrier out. Nighthawk smirked as she aimed once more. However, she never had the chance to fire as a magical bolt struck her in the back. The stun spell had sent spasm over her body, making her fell out of the sky.
Nighthawk landed with a painful grunt. Every part of her hurt from the fell and stun spell, making it difficult to stand. However, before she had a chance to recover, Iron Heart rushed her, pinning her to the wall.
“Not so mighty now, bitch! You are stupid to think I work alone huh?” Iron Heart said as he held Nighthawk's neck with one arm. Nighthawk could only struggle in vain from the pain and lack of air. Iron Heart grabbed a dagger from her belt, and brought it up to her neck.
“You were so close...” Iron Heart whisper into her ear as he dragged the dagger over her skin, drawing blood. Nighthawk's heart were beating furiously, yet she couldn't push his hand off her windpipe.
“STOP!” A male voice called as Iron Heart were roughly pulled back, releasing Nighthawk. With the choke hold gone, Nighthawk managed to draw a deep breath.
“What are you doing! Are you defending that bitch!” Iron Heart accursed as he took a fighting stance.
“Stand down, vice-deputy. I simply don't want you damaging the good. We needed to hand her over, if she's damaged we'll be in trouble.”
Nighthawk had noticed the other stallion with them, unfortunately he was too wearing the police uniform. He was a unicorn, likely the one who fired that stun spell. Before Nighthawk could recover, the unicorn had approach her and applied a band aid to the cut.
The unicorn's horn lighted up as Nighthawk sudden felt very tired, quickly making her drift into unconsciousness.
'Damn unicorns...'
Author's Note
Tell me what you felt should happen next!
Although I already finished writing the next 2 chapter. And the ending's almost done, I'll have it up by night.
“Wakey wakey” A male voice piece through the haze of unconscious, snapping her awake.
Immediately, Nighthawk tried to assess her situation. Attempts to move her arm revealed that them bound above her head. She was bound in the same position as that captured rebel!
The room was clearly a dungeon cell, rows of various torture equipment and sex toys are hang on the walls. Metal rings were hanging from the ceiling, most likely used for bondage.
However, her clothes are still on, the half mask is still there, the only thing missing is her belt. Not much time have passed since her captured.
“Surprised that you're still unmasked?” The same voice asked, however, the speaker stood in the shadow, hiding himself.
“Well, kinda. But I'm more concern about the ropes.”
“Oh, don't you worry. They won't be breaking anytime soon.”
“Nah, I'm just wondering why it's always the same bondage position. Maybe it's all a stallion's tiny brain can remember.”
A light chuckle answered her insult, as the stallion stepped into the light, revealing him to be a topless unicorn showing off his muscled built. He held a riding crop in one arm.
“I'm surprised you're not more concern about yourself. Maybe you don't understand what's going to happen, so I'll be kind and explain it.”
“Let's first start with why you're still masked. Because we want Nighthawk, not the little weak submissive mare underneath it. We want Nighthawk, the symbol of hope, the heroine that stood against us, the proud warrior that inspired rebels.”
“And we'll break you, turning the symbol of hope into one of lust and debauchery. We'll make you scream and moan. We'll make you beg and cry. And when you break, we'll parade you on the streets. You'll walk the streets naked, with a nice red collar. And you'll tell the world how foolish it was to resist, and how pleasurable a slave can be.”
“Big words, detective, you sh-” A lash of the crop interrupted Nighthawk.
“I'm Deputy Star Chaser! But you'll call me master...Once you earn the right to speak.” Star Chaser said as he removed a ball gag from the wall, “Now open up.”
Nighthawk held her mouth and glared at him. Star, however answered with a smile... and another lash on her breast.
Taken by surprise, Nighthawk let loose a scream, allowing Star to shove the gag in. Quickly, Star secured the straps behind her head, making sure the gag won't come off.
“You could have avoided that lash if you just opened up.” Star commented as he began undressing Nighthawk, “Now... to inspect the goods.”
With her bound hands, Star had no choice but to cut the full body suit off. Once done, Star took his time admiring her body, his lascivious stare started with her face and slowly work down, over her ample breast, to her dripping wet cunt.
“Now, ain’t that quite the surprise? You're wet.” Star commented as he stuck two finger in, “I wonder what excited you?”
“The whipping?” He moved behind her, whispering into her ears.
“The humiliation at being captured?” He caress her breast with one hand, while continuing fingering her with the other.
“Or anticipation? Anticipation at being turned into a drooling, moaning slut?” He moved his hand upward, stroking her neck, where a collar will soon be.
“Mpmmphf!” Nighthawk shook her head.
“Don't brother denying. Because you'll soon beg for it.” Star whispered as he went back to pleasuring her, one hand fingering her while the other drifted all over her body.
The muffled screams soon turned into into moans as Star worked his skillful fingers over her. Nighthawk soon reached her first climax of the day.
“Like it? Don't you worry, it's just the first of many,” Star whispered as he bit on her ear, “Now, for the first lesson of the day, basic etiquette.”
“First, a slave speaks only when spoke to.”
“Second, you must address me as 'master' at all time.”
“Last, always respect your masters.”
“I'll give you a short break, but don't forgot the lesson, I'll quiz you once I'm back.” Star let go of Nighthawk and left the room, letting her recover for a bit.
Star Chaser returned after taking a short break. The room was still the same as he left it. Nighthawk's eyes were closed, as if mediating.
“Alright, time for a pop quiz, who can tell me the three basic rules?” Star asked mimicking a teacher's tone, before removing the gag from Nighthawk.
“Well, you got a few screws loose in your head if you th-” Nighthawk's insult was cut off by the ball gag being shoved back in again.
“Really, that's quite an achievement, only a few words in and you broke all of the rules.” Star said as he grabbed a few items off the wall, “Now for your punishment.”
The first item he grabbed was a blindfold, it was made of leather and steel, designed to be stay on once lock in place. Slipping the blindfold on Nighthawk, Star tightened the straps and locked it in.
With the blindfold in place, Nighthawk had no way of knowing what to expect. Star's hand drifted all over body, caressing her and playing with her sensitive areas, Nighthawk's body were soon excited by his touch.
However, instead of continuing, Nighthawk felt him push her legs apart. She struggled to regain her balance and prevent the ropes from biting into her.
She soon felt a large dildo shoved into her, and a smaller once into her back hole. The first dildo slides effortlessly in thanks to her wet cunt, while the second had some difficulty due to her tightness.
“Mphmmh!”
“We're just beginning... there's much to come” Nighthawk could only struggle in horror at his words.
The next item she felt was a belt being locked around her waist and the two dildo was shoved further in. The belt had straps pushing and keeping the sex toys in.
After that, she felt cold pads being pasted all over her body, mostly around sensitive areas. She screamed in surprise as two cold clamps were placed on her nipples.
The last item was a pair of earphone being shove into her ears, the in ear plug type earphone proved useful in neglecting sound.
Star looked over his masterpiece once more. Nighthawk had been bound, two vibrators filled her holes with a belt holding them in place. A dozen electric stimulation pad had been attached to her body. Two nipple clamps had been attached to her breast. And all of the toys, pads, clamps were wired to a single machine, its screen read:
“Mode: Random simulation.
“I'll leave you alone. But I'll be merciful, the ball gag's enchanted to unlock after a while.” Star said as his horn glowed for a moment, “I hope you learn your lesson this time.”
With a smile, Star activated the machine and left the room, leaving Nighthawk to her 'pleasurable' torment.
For the first few minutes there were nothing, the vibrator remained eerily silent, nothing played in the earphone either. Then, it began. It started with a quick jolt of pain, sending a spasm over her body. Next, the two dildo roared to life, vibrating with maximum intensity.
Nighthawk tried her best not to moan or squirm around, as that bastard may still be watching! But as the toys drives her closer to the edge, she couldn’t help but let out a few muffled moans.
“This ‘punishment’ aren’t bad after all.” Nighthawk thought as she rode the waves of pleasure.
However, the vibration stopped as suddenly as it came, leaving Nighthawk devoid of any stimulation. Out of desperation, she tried grinding her hips together, but the stimulation only brought her hotter but no closer to release.
“So that’s the real punishment, to keep me hot and bothered with no release.” Nighthawk thought as she realized the true nature of her punishment, “I’ll be damned with I let it happen.”
Determined, Nighthawk tried to control her breathing, hoping to calm her body down.
'Breath in...' 'Breath out...' 'Breath in...' 'Breath Argh!' The dildo began its relentless assault, breaking Nighthawk out of her calming trance. However, the vibration quickly dropped to bearable levels, but still distracting enough.
“Focus on something else! Think about all the horror they forced upon us!” Nighthawk quickly recalled the memories of war, occupying her mind with rage and anger in an attempt to draw her focus away from her crotch.
*Buzzzzz*
“Think of all my friends that were captured! They were forced into a life of slavery, they lost their horns and wings....”
*Buzzzzzzz* The dildos seems to vibrate harder.
“...and the parade... Those monster showcasing mares like trophy! Fucking them with their thick throbbing - STOP! Gotta focus on something else! Like that wicked stallion, helping those monster harm his own kind.” The thought of that traitor brought renewed rage to her mind, but it too brought other thoughts, “What if he’s still here, watching me...”
That thought normally would only disturbed her, but now the idea of being watched felt appealing to Nighthawk. She tried blaming it on the drug, but deep down she knew it wasn't the cause.
“Maybe he’ll let me cum if he enjoyed it, I’ll put - NO!” Nighthawk quickly shook that line of thinking from her head, “I can’t let him win!”
“I can do this, he won’t be getting what he wants.” Nighthawk thought as the vibration picks up strength once more, “Maybe I can outsmart him.”
For a while, Nighthawk continued to resist the machines as the dildos picked up strength. Once she is close enough, she switched her tactics, grinding her hips and thinking about lewd things. However, her efforts were in vain as the dildos stopped and jolts of painful eletricity began corsing through her whenever she got close.
“Mmmh!” Nighthawk screamed through the gag as the eletricity torture continued, “The only way I’d get off is if I’m a masochistic... a really hardcore one”
After letting her rest for a while, the machines started once more, staying true to its goal of keeping her on the edge.
“If only there’s a way out of this... If I try to cum, I get shocked. If I try not to, it tease me endlessly.”
Suddenly, a voice started playing from the earplug, surprising Nighthawk, “I, Nighthawk, am a slut....”
“What! NO!” The voice had sounded much like the heroin, except with a sultry undertone, “I will never say such things! He’d be stupid if he think I’ll be brainwashed like that.”
“I dress in those tight latex to seduce a stong stallion. I yearn to be dominated...” The vibrations choosed this moment to gain strength, driving her close once again. Disguested by those recording, Nighthawk tried her best to resist the pleasure and keep her mind from naughty thought.
“Curse those traitors! Helping caribou hurt their own kind. And curse that Deputy especially for locking me here. How dare that pervert toys with me, trying to make me into his slave...”
“...destined to be a slave, it is the highest honor possible for a slut like me...”
“...His strong arms holding me as he ravish me...”
“...Please use me as you like....”
“Pining me down and claiming me as-”
“ARGH!” Nighthawk screamed once more as the machine shocked her, but the pain had broken her from that nasty line of thoughts.
“Funny how his punishment saved me.” Nighthawk thought.
Suddenly, the straps keeping her gag in loosen, surprising Nighthawk. Not one to waste a random gift of luck, Nighthawk quickly spit the gag out.
“HELLO?! ANYONE THERE?” Nighthawk shouted.
“Don't you ignore me! I know you're there somewhere, watching me as--” Nighthawk was interrupted by the machine roaring back to life. She realized the real for the gag removal – to hear her moan. All this time, the gag had done a wonderful job of muffling her moans, now without it... She's going to have to fight hard.
“I'm not ... *gasp* ... going to let you...” Nighthawk shouted out between her heavy breathes.
The toys stopped again, leaving her close once more. “Please stop doing this! I beg you!” Nighthawk cried out, hoping he would stop her torment.
“Maybe if I apoglize he'll let me off?”
“I'm sorry for insulting you. Please stop this, I'm really sorry.” Nighthawk begged, but only receive the constant recording for a reply.
“...My place is at my master's feet...”
“Surely there's a way out of this, he can't be torturing me this long just for one line! Maybe...” Then the answer struck her, the recording, the gag removal! Maybe, he'll free her once she complied!
Little does poor Nighthawk knew, the room was devoid of anyone except her.
Star chaser returned earlier than he planned. The change of plans had been because of an order. An order to hand Nighthawk over to the governer before he's done breaking her. This certainly pissed Star off, but there's nothing he can do against an order. At least he would still have an hour left with her.
Opening the door to the soundproof room, Star was presantly surprised. The once proud heroin is drooling from both ends, shouting those lewd declaration of slavery proudly.
“I love cocks, my only purpose is to pleasure stallions.”
Seeing as she likely didn't noticed him, Star remained silent and watched. Nighthawk were squirming in her bonds, shaking her plump hips wildly. All the while she was begging for release, screaming out vulgar words.
“Master, please use me!”
Knowing that such situation is too value to not take advantage of, Star Chaser set up a few recording crystals around the room.
Moving next to Nighthawk, Star reached out with one hand and grope her breast. She immediately tensed up, before leaning into her touch as much as allowed by the ropes.
“Let me cum! I did everything you wanted!”
Removing the earplug, Star scolded, “No you didn't.”
“But-” Nighthawk tried to argue, but was cut off by a slap to the butt.
“A slave does not speak back to her master. All you know is lying and leaned nothing at all.”
“I learned alr-” Another slap, this time much harder.
“You'll have to prove it, starting by controlling your mouth” Star Chaser ordered. He knew Nighthawk was just acting, she won't obey him completely yet, but for the sake for release, she will probably compromise a bit.
Levitating a riding crop from the wall, Star prepared to release her leg from the ceiling. Of course, he would still kept her arms, wings and leg tied.
“Before we began, I'll set some rules. You must not touch yourself without permission, do you understand?”
“Yes!” Nighthawk's bottom was met with a quick lash of the crop, reminding her about manners, “Master.”
Star released the ropes connecting Nighthawk's handcuffs to the ceiling. Immediately, her hands moved for her crotch, but Star had foreseen it and reacted in time. Grabbing her arms in telekinetic, Star brought the crop down on her once more, forcing a scream out of her.
It's clear there's no obedience in Nighthawk, perhaps only a little fear for punishment. She did as told out of desire, but once she's had her release, she would likely went back to her resisting personality. It would take long to tamper fear into respect, respect into obedience. Perhaps Star should start with the basics.
“Knee!” Star Chaser began with a basic command and Nighthawk obeyed wordlessly. Of course, all this time Star still had to keep her hold on her arms and lower her gently.
Undoing his zipper, Star Chaser released the his raging horse cock. His strong musk quickly filled Nighthawk's nose, letting her know what's in front of her despite her blindfold. What was once repulsive now smelled like heaven for the lust-addled heroine. It was clear she wanted something, but still managed to control herself.
“Can you tell me what's in front of you?” Star questioned.
“Cock... Master.” Nighthawk answered, before remembering to add master. Star smiled a bit as she said it.
“Well, not exactly the right answer. It's your master's cock, the important thing in the world, you'll worship it. And to start, you'll pleasure me with your mouth and hands.” Star corrected, before adding, “If I caught you putting your own pleasure before mine, it'll be more punishment. But if you please me well, I'm reward you.”
“Yes, master.” Nighthawk replied. Satisfied by her reply, Star released her hands and was pleased that she didn't tried anything.
Without her sight, Nighthawk had to fumble around before gasping the cock with her hands. Immediately, she felt the crop being lightly pushed onto her back, reminding her to be gentle. She was just glad it wasn't another hash strike for her mistake.
Taking care to hold the semi-errect shaft in her hands, Nighthawk started by licking the tip and stroking gently. His shaft stiffens and grow large from her touch. However, it seems Star still wasn't pleased, as Nighthawk felt the crop pressing once again. Unsure of what's wrong, she stopped.
“You're too slow. I'll never cum at this rate.” Star answered the unasked question.
Picking up her pace, Nighthawk stroke harder and faster. She moved her mouth to the base, before giving a slow lick upward, all the while keeping her tongue flat and wide to maximum pleasure. Once at the tip, she took took the shaft into her mouth and warped her lips around it.
Starting with a steady rhyme, Nighthawk bobbed her head up and down. One of her hand remained at his base while the other caress his ball-sack.
“You're good at this, you must much practice at cock sucking.” Star commented, “Who would've guessed the infamous Nighthawk was a cock-loving bitch? I wonder what your fans would said.”
Nighthawk felt her body grew warmer at his words. She wondered what would happened if they saw her like this. Maybe they're already watching, she wouldn't put it past the deputy to do that. With her eyes covered, there could be a group of ponies watching and she wouldn't ever knew.
'If that's the case... Then they saw everything already.'
Star Chaser could only wonder when Nighthawk stopped for a moment before suddenly getting much eager. But that didn't stop him from rewarding her good behavior.
Nighthawk felt the riding crop on her back once again, but this time it gently traced her spine. Reaching downwards and downwards, until it reached the base of her tail. The crop nudged her tail, sending a convulsion through her body.
Knowing that the time was right, Star Chaser stopped Nighthawk and nudged her to follow. He lead her to a bed, before toughly shoving her onto it. A rush of excitement went through Nighthawk as she was thrown on the bed.
“Now, spread your cunt and beg.” Star ordered, and Nighthawk obeyed eagerly. She moved to a sitting position and spread her legs wide. Using two fingers, she parted her lip and begged, “Please fuck me!”
Ignoring her little transgression, Star Chaser moved to enjoy his prize. Lining up with Nighthawk's slit, he began pushing into her glittering wet cunt. Her insides felt tight and very very warm.
Nighthawk moaned just from the tip entering, feeling as if being split apart. But that didn't stop either of them, his thick shaft easily slided in. The stallion was larger than any toy she had, including the ones just now. She could felt every inch of her being filled, spreading her and exploring her most private parts, until it finally reached the end, bumping against the walls of her womb.
Once deep in, he kept to a steady rhyme. Nighthawk couldn't resist moaning and rocking her hip with him. The pleasure built easily, and there's nothing stopping her orgasm this time around. But she still held back, knowing it will be better and bigger if she waited.
Soon, the stallion reached his limit, pushing in as deep as possible, he released his seeds in. Nighthawk climaxed as she felt hot ropes of cum being fired into her womb. Her pussy clenched and milked him for it. Lost in pleasure, she grind her hips into him.
The two lied in bliss for a while, until Star Chaser recovered first. Standing up, he looked over her prone form once again, knowing it's likely the last chance to see her like this. Nighthawk will soon be transport away to the city dungeon.
'Farewell' Star Chaser thought as he casted a spell, sending her off into deep sleep. After packing the recording away and locking her up, he left the room. He would gather his men to escort her later.
Moving to her front, Star removed her earphones and asked, “Learned your lesson?”
“Yes master! PLEASE LET ME CUM! I promise I will...” Nighthawk nearly screamed her answer out.
“I knew it's not going to be easy. Her training will still need much work. But it's the governor's problem now” Star thought as he shakes his head.
“...will behave like the good slut I am. Obedience is good....”
“Silence!” Star shouted to stop the mindless chants, “Now, if I release you, will you behave?”
“YES! Anything if you let me cum!” Nighthawk answered with glee.
“Even if I ordered you not to touch yourself?” The deputy questioned.
Nighthawk hesitated, “He's not to let me cum? NO! It can't be! Wait! He must be planning to fuck me himself, and I'll get the most mind blowing orgasm EVER!”
“Yes.”
After hearing her reply, Star released her arms from the ceiling. Almost instantly, her hands drifted downwards. But Star is quicker and caught her hands.
“If you disobey, you'll have to go through that again.” Star warned, and Nighthawk quickly stopped struggling.
Removing the toys but keeping the blindfold on, Star begin leading her to her new owners, ”Come now, you'll get your release once we reached your new owner.”
Author's Note
One more final chapter.
For now at least.
Don't worry, it'll have a good ending for everyone except the guy shot in the back, he's still dead, sorry.
After delivering Nighthawk to the west dungeon, Star Chaser had returned to office. The delivery had gone off with hitch, much to the surprise of everyone involved. Nighthawk were known for escaping, sometimes by herself, sometimes with the help of rebels.
Unfortunately, the governor wasn't in at the time of delivery. Arvid had been leading his troops on cracking down a rebel hideout with the information coaxed from the other mare with Nighthawk. Iron Heart had volunteer stay behind til the guard force had return.
The entire police station had been in a celebration mood, but not Star Chaser. The deputy had to maintain a calm mind at all times, the endless conflict will never be over, not until every last pony gave up resistance.
"Hey, bossssss!" A half-drunken officer called out. Star immediately recognized that loud mouth as Golden Shine, one of his long time subordinate.
Throwing a glare at him, Star chided, "Don't drink in the office."
"But -" Golden Shine tried to argue, but Star was quicker in slamming the door shut as he entered the deputy office.
Once inside his private office, Star locked the door. The party is continuing full-force outside, some probably brought their own slaves along for entertainment. But the office proved soundproof enough. Ignoring the celebration outside, Star sat down and began working on the endless paperwork.
One thing that didn't change during the fall was those paperwork. Of course, the new government doesn't demand that much paperwork. But the police department still stuck to the old rules and regulations.
The first thing he worked on was the report detailing the entire incident, next was adding to Nighthawk's case notes, and finally was the form for prisoner transfer. Once finished, he started filing them away to the correct cabinets, all according to guideline.
Although there's just one tiny problem, the form for prisoner transfer needs to be send to the receiving department.
'Well, that's just too bad' Star Chaser thought. Getting a candle out from his drawer, Star's horn glowed a soft blue as the candle lighted up its blue flame. Rolling the form up into a scroll, he set it on fire using the candle. The paper burned quickly, leaving only dust onto the wind.
Star Chaser let out a sign of relief as the scroll was burned. 'That's one thing taken care of.... Now for babysitting.'
Yet the work of a deputy never ends, not when your subordinate consisted of brainwashed perverts. If left alone, they'll probably end up burning the city down.
"PARTY'S OVER!!"
It was almost night when they finally finished cleaning everything up. How did a frozen tuna ended up stuck in the ceiling was beyond Star Chaser's understanding. Not that he actually wanted to know.
"Boss, what do we do with the tuna?" Golden Shine asked, to which Star answered with a glare. Shrugging, Golden carried the tuna away.
However, the door bursted open before Golden could reach it. The bloodied form of Iron Heart wobbled into the room. Alarmed, Star quickly moved to support him.
"What happened?"
"Rebels...West dungeon... It's Blue Rose..." Iron Heart rasped out a reply.
"Golden, take care of him. The rest of you, follow me." Star quickly gave out orders, assembling his men and leaving for the crime scene.
'The work of the deputy never ends.'
It was nearly midnight when Star Chaser finally got home. Even then, the work of the deputy never ends, as he had brought a bag of evidences and paperwork home. The house wasn't big, in fact it was worn down and was at one of the poorer districts. Yet despite everything, Star was happy to be home, and there's a lovely reason for that.
"I'm home." Star said softly as he unlocked and opened the door.
The lights were on in the dinning room, dinner had been laid out on the table. All of this was done by his lovely 'slave', which was currently passed out on the table. She must have dozen off while waiting.
Moonlight was Star's first and only slave. The silver white Pegasus mare was tall and had a slender built, her breast were full but still perky. Gently, Star ran his hands through her blue mane.
"Wake up sleepyhead."
Moonlight woke up with a jerk. Wait no, that's a bit mean to Star. Immediately, Moonlight stood up, "Master! I'm sor-"
"It's OK, I'm sorry for being late."
"A master shouldn't apologize. What if someone heard you?" Moonlight chided, before realizing what she just said.
"Well, they'll know how much I treasure you, sweetie." Star answered while caressing her face.
Embarrassed, Moonlight stammered out, "I-I'll reheat dinner."
Star was content with simply watch his lovely pet work. Moonlight's naked form was pleasant to look at, and she certainly didn't mind his stare. In fact, she began swaying her tail a bit after she had noticed him.
However, Star's eyes drifted to the dirty band aid on her neck.
“You didn't clean the wound?” Star asked, gesturing to her neck.
“I don't want to take it off.” Moonlight answered as she touched the band aid.
“Come here. I'll clean it.”
After Star Chaser finished with cleaning and dressing the cut, Moonlight went back to reheating dinner. Soon, Moonlight was done with the food and prepared the table, lying down one set of eating utensils. After that, she reached for an unopened box of mare feed.
"You haven't ate?" Star Chaser asked.
"Not yet, master."
"Well, you can join me on the table, you certainly prepared enough food for two." Star said with a wink.
"Yes, master." Moonlight said as she set up another set of utensil.
The two made idle chat as they ate, Star talked about his day while Moonlight played the role of the faithful listener. They shared a laugh at the wild party and the mysterious tuna. One thing Star love most about Moonlight was her smile and giggles, seeing her like just made all his stress went away.
After the late dinner and cleaning up, it was time for sleep. Like much of the slave owner's bedroom, Star Chaser's bedroom was equipped with cage. But rarely did Moonlight slept in them, Star Chaser loved her presence. What could be better than sleeping with a beautiful mare that won't say no? A cold empty bed or a warm sweet presence, the choice is simple for Star.
“Master?” Moonlight asked from within Star's warm embrace.
“Yes, dear?”
“I'm just wondering...” Moonlight's voice drifted off towards the end, unsure if she should continue.
“You know you can speak your mind.” Star assured, before adding, “Maybe some punishment depending on what you said.” The way he said 'punishment' clearly meant punishment of a different type, the type one may enjoy very much.
“Well... I'm just having some doubts... About Nighthawk.” Moonlight continued hesitatingly, “You're job is to catch her, right?”
“Yes, and I did caught her, wasn't you listening just now.”
“But the western dungeon was attacked, won't it have a negative effect on you? I heard the governor don't take kindly to failures. Wouldn't it better if she stops once and for all?” Moonlight's tone became worried.
“...” Star Chaser remained silent for awhile, before suddenly changing the topic, “Why do you think Nighthawk exist? Why does she fight?”
“For justice? For a better future?” Moonlight's tone was uncertain.
“Because people wants something to believe in, a hope for a better future. Nighthawk gave them that.” Star answered
“And that's precisely why the deputy needs to catch her.” Moonlight added.
“Maybe someday. But for now, she's still needed, and the deputy's in no risk... Not yet now.” Star continued, “But I certainly don't want Nighthawk out tomorrow.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because it's Sunday and my day off. Plus I got a little surprise planned for you, my lovely dear.” Star said as he held her closer, inhaling her scent.
“What is it?” Moonlight asked out of curiosity.
“Wouldn't be much of surprise if I told you.”
“Just a clue. Please master~” Moonlight purred.
“Nope, not telling.”
“Pretty please with cherries on top.”
“Go to sleep. You'll know tomorrow.” Star said before yawning, “I'm tired.”
Noticing his weariness, Moonlight stopped her questioning, her master had a tough day, a good slave doesn't bother a tired master.
“Yes, master.”
Author's Note
I'm having doubts on whether people actually understood this ending or not...
I'm going to either work on a sequel or rewrite a bit of this.