Letters R through D

Arrived 15 days after the kidnapping by dragon fire, with no seal:

Dear Princess Celestia,

I'm sorry about the delay in getting you a letter, I'm sure you're worried sick. Rest assured that our student is doing fine. Why, just today I finally let her out of that clockwork pair of underwear after two days of wearing them. She was relieved to be allowed to relieve herself, even if her entire backside was full of bloody holes and torn flesh. What twisted individual designed those things? I can only imagine it was you. A mortal would never look or walk normal again after a day of wearing them. The septic shock alone would probably kill them.

Twilight, however, will be fine by this time tomorrow. Her body heals fast, amazingly so. It allows me to be very harsh with her when I need to be. Still, while the clockwork underwear was tormenting her, I was unable to enjoy most of her softer traits. While her luxuriously deep throat is hot and quite moist, I have been instead teaching her to co-mingle pleasure and pain. It's an exciting skill, and sometimes one necessary to endure torment. For if your torment turns to pleasure, it's edge is dulled considerably. Of course, this is just another lesson from your private teachings to my clan.

While she was suffering under the clockwork device, I taught her some of the finer points of wing play. Her face belied great confusion when she achieved orgasm in the midst of a painful tearing of her flesh. It took quite some time for me to remind her of brain chemistry and the similarity of pleasure and pain on a chemical level. Once her mind grasped the concept, I helped her through her trying time with gentle kisses and caresses. I dare say she found my attention quite exhilarating. We were able to up the tally quite a bit over these last two days. She really doesn't resist me anymore, nor does she fight her moments of bliss. I daresay, she looks forward to them and relishes them.

The next step in her training shall be to ween her of your name during her throes of ecstasy, and turn her towards mine. I wish to ensure that my legacy maintains itself for eons to come after my passing, and a simple verbal reminder during her most vulnerable moments will be all it takes.

I have reduced her restraints down quite a bit. I no longer fear her attempting to kick me during my relentless advances, and there is great pleasure to be had for both of us with her wings free. Indeed, the only real restraints are a collar and chain combined with her magic inhibitor. I barely caught her before she burned through the last one, it's what sentenced her to the clockwork pants. I can't even tell if she did it on purpose, her magical excess is simply obscene when she cums. It will be quite a spectacle to watch without the inhibitor. But I can not risk that quite yet, your majesty.

Until she heals, I shall train her throat more, she still needs to learn how to deep throat indefinitely. She keeps wanting to come up for air, even though I have assured her she does not need any. I believe my next step will be to drown her, to tie her down in a tub with her head at waist height. Then I will fuck her face underwater, perhaps all evening.

While you are dining tonight I want you to think of her, our faithful student, drowning for hours on end with a cock shoved down her throat. The water will be heavily salted to help heal her injuries. Even if it burns a little. That is what she will be doing while you are feasting, and I'll make sure she cums from it.

Yours Truly,

Twilight Sparkle's favorite sexual partner.

P.S. The tally is currently one hundred twenty three and two hundred fifty five. The new category is at seven.