"They say a man never really knows himself... until his freedom's been taken away."
Arcturus Mengsk - Starcraft II

Twilight Sparkle awoke, her head still spinning from the blast she had received. Painful shivers coursed through her entire body, prompting the mare to express herself with a loud groan of discomfort. After a few seconds of recovery, she started looking around, but could see only darkness. Not the slightest ray of light, not even shadowy outlines, just a layer of impenetrable darkness.

Confused by her predicament, the mare tried to move her legs, only to notice she was unable to. She wanted to rub her eyes with her front hooves, but the rattle of chains was all that resulted from her attempt. Twilight quickly realized her front legs were bound together in chains, stretched up above her head. Still somewhat disoriented, the purple unicorn tugged on them as hard as she could but only succeeded in increasing the pain, as the chains would not budge an inch and dug deeper into her skin. She kept tugging and tugging, grunting with exertion as she struggled against her binds, but to no avail.

Her young heart began pounding faster than a mockingbird’s, as she noticed her hind legs were restrained as well. They were chained to the cold floor beneath her, spread apart. The mare tried to move her legs, or at least bring them together, but to her horror she felt a spreader, a long iron bar, placed between her ankles. Twilight looked down to see if she could maybe find what the chains were connected to but again, only pitch black greeted her eyes. As a drop of nervous sweat dripped from her brow, she finally realized why the room around her was so dark: the mare was wearing a blindfold, bound firmly over her eyes, keeping her from observing the surrounding environment.

The pony tried to use her magic, to cast a spell that would free her, but as she tried channeling energy in her horn, a piercing shock reverberated through her entire body. The unicorn then felt tiny shards penetrating her horn deeper and deeper. King Sombra’s dark crystals were inhibiting her from using any form of sorcery. She tried again, only to be greeted by an even deeper, more painful shock, which convinced the pony that her magic would not aid her.

Twilight Sparkle tried to keep calm, analyze the situation, but fear and despair had taken a strong hold of the purple unicorn. This feeling was intensified by the discomfort brought on by her bindings, against which she tried a few more times to struggle, but with no result. She suddenly felt like she could not breathe or even think straight anymore, lowering her head in sorrow, only to be kept in a standing position by the chains holding her forelegs above her head.

Desperate, she screamed, "Somepony help me! Please, help me!" only to be greeted by echoes in the cavernous space she occupied. Hoping to at least get the attention of whoever had chained her, she yelled again, this time at the top of her lungs, "Hey ... hey! Anypony there? Anypony at all? Please help me!"

There was no reply. The sound of silence dashed the dashed the unicorn's hopes, as tears began to soak into her blindfold. Twilight started weeping, no longer being able to hide how afraid she was. She remembered the fight with Sombra in the mountain pass and realized she must have been captured. Knowing plenty of rumors about the cruelty of the king of the Crystal Empire, her legs began to shake as her imagination could not help but run wild with dark thoughts about her possible impending fate. The concern for herself was not the only thing burdening the mare. She began wondering if her friends had escaped, if she had bought them enough time.

Turning her face towards the ceiling, Twilight began to pray silently, Princess Celestia, please watch over my friends. May they have escaped and returned to you with the Crystal Heart. May Equestria ... At that moment, the unicorn remembered the initial purpose of her mission, and her heart sank even deeper into anguish as she thought about her beloved big brother and former foalsitter. Oh no ... Princess Cadance and Shining Armor. What will happen to them now? the concerned pony whispered to herself, only for her subconscious to immediately assume the worst would happen to her as well. What will happen to me? Not wanting to wait and find out, Twilight struggled against her restraints once again, this time harder than she ever had, only to realize the ultimate futility of her actions.

"I want to talk to somepony," the mare yelled in a desperate attempt to make contact, but again, an eerie stillness was all that filled the room. "I am willing to negotiate."

For what seemed like an eternity to her, the unicorn stood alone in the room, sobbing into her blindfold, although in actuality not even an hour had passed.

Finally, the silence was broken. Much to the unicorn’s delight, she heard a door being opened, followed by the sound of hoofsteps approaching her. The visitor’s trot was firm and powerful, his hooves hitting the floor with great precision and strength and a militaristic rhythm. Twilight could hear the door being shut and her guest moving closer and closer to her position. He had not uttered a single word, even as he stopped a few feet away from the captive unicorn.

Twilight Sparkle turned her head in the visitor’s direction, but could not see anything due to the blindfold. She was hoping the pony would eventually introduce himself, or at least make threats, but for the next few minutes, all the mare could hear was the heavy breathing of her companion. This drove her mad. What psychological game could her captor be playing? What twisted plan could they hatch? Not wanting to wait to find out, Twilight gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat and found the bravery in her heart to speak up. "Who is there?" Just as before, there was no reply; frustrated more than ever, the unicorn spoke again, "I know there's someone in here! Answer me ... please!"

The visitor refused to respond again, and proceeded to slowly circle the mare in chains. Although she could not see him, Twilight could feel his piercing gaze. Disgusted by the sadistic pleasure she assumed her captor was taking from her current predicament, she shouted again, this time, with a distinct hint of anger in her voice, "I demand to speak to King Sombra. If you do not take me to him, I'm sure he'll be mad enough to have you put on latrine duty."

The other pony finally stopped moving, positioning himself directly behind her, mere inches away. The purple unicorn could feel her captor’s breath on her mane, but was hoping her threat was enough to sway him. However, when the visitor finally responded, the voice Twilight Sparkle heard made her regret ever speaking up in the first place.

"Oh … I think I don’t have to worry about that," was uttered by the stallion. Even though she had only heard that deep, dark voice a single time before, Twilight Sparkle could immediately place it. The blindfold was then taken off the mare's tear-soaked eyes and, in front of her, a dark visage with glowing green eyes which pierced deep into her soul appeared. Her visitor was none other than King Sombra himself.

Twilight had hoped she would eventually get to talk to her captor, to try to reason or negotiate with him, but when she found herself face-to-face with the black unicorn, all her hopes turned to ashes. Even with a brilliant mind such as hers, how was she to talk to an omnipotent and sadistic tyrant? How was she to bargain for her safety?

The stallion positioned himself directly in front of the mare, towering over her, looking at the purple unicorn with a vicious pleasure in his eyes. His imposing presence was practically suffocating; an impressive body with features any soldier would envy was adorned with a regal red cape and silver armor, both complemented and contrasted by a marvelous black mane held up by his crystal crown. The mare could do no nothing but shiver with terror in front of him. In her anxiety, she had forgotten all her desperate plans for escape, along with all the things she thought she would say when somepony eventually entered the room. All she could muster was a feeble plea. "Please, let me go!"

Upon hearing this, the face of Sombra turned from a serious grimace, to a malevolent grin of contempt, as he admired the effect he had on his captive. "Not so powerful without your precious Crystal Heart, are you my little pony?"

Twilight tried to pay no mind to the king’s taunt. She looked down for a moment, trying to avoid his demonic stare, hoping it would help her think clearly. The purple unicorn gulped to ease her fear and then, lifting her head, addressed the king, "I am willing to negotiate for my freedom. I demand …"

"Demand …" the king interrupted loudly. "You are hardly in any position to make any demands," said the stallion mockingly, while pulling on the chains binding Twilight’s legs.

The mare knew how true that statement was, yet she could not simply let Sombra do with her as he pleased. Summoning the necessary courage, she re-addressed the monarch. "The laws of war dictate that …"

Her statement was interrupted by Sombra’s laughter. "Ha ha ha. The laws of war. How stupid the world has become in the mere one thousand years I have been away. To think ponies actually believe that war is governed by laws. The only law of war is that the strong crush the weak, as you will soon find out!"

Twilight Sparkle could see her terrified reflection in the king’s crimson irises. His response did nothing but quell her attempt at a civil discussion, and she dreaded what was to come next. Afraid to make the situation even worse, she decided to avoid his gaze and be quiet for a moment.

The sight of the frightened mare before him was very arousing for King Sombra, who decided to lower her spirits even more by bragging. "How predictable you Equestrians are. All I had to do was have my soldiers spread a few false rumors and Celestia took the bait like the fool that she is."

Contrary to the stallion's intention, upon hearing this, Twilight felt a great burden lifted off her soul. She realized her captor had just given away the information that Cadance and Shining Armor had, in fact, not been captured. Overjoyed to know that her brother and his wife were safe, she found the determination to speak up. "So the northern front still opposes you, as does all of Equestria."

"All of Equestria, except for six foolish mares, who fell right into my clutches," replied the maleficent king.

Upon hearing this, Twilight felt the world crumbling around her. She did not want to believe it. The very thought that all of her friends were captured and in the hooves of the tyrant was too much for her to bear. "You are lying!" protested the pony.

This was met with a sarcastic smile by the king. "Am I? Your blue pegasus friend with the rainbow mane, your elegant white unicorn companion, your foolish pink earth pony ally, your orange mate with the lasso, even your timid little pegasus pal with butterflies on her flank … they have been detained."

The moment the king finished uttering the sentence, Twilight felt more sorrow than she ever had in her entire life. How could Sombra know Fluttershy’s cutie mark if he had not captured her? Were her friends alright? How could she have let this happen? How could she have let the five ponies that meant the most to her end up becoming this monster's captives? She was supposed to be the leader. All of these questions raced through Twilight’s mind, making her sink deeper and deeper into a pit of depression. Even worse, she realized this meant the king must have gotten hold of the Crystal Heart. She had betrayed the trust of her mentor. She had failed the test … and because of her failure, all of Equestria would fall. Lowering her head, Twilight Sparkle did not find the will to speak or even breathe, all she wanted was to die right then and there.

"So, if you want your friends want to live, tell me where the Crystal Heart is!" demanded the king.

Hearing the demand of the king lifted the purple unicorn’s spirit. Never in history had a pony shot straight up from the murky depths of despair to the shining peaks of hope so quickly. So he does not have the heart. This means the girls were able to hide it somehow. There is still hope! thought the brave mare. She knew that the Crystal Heart was the only thing standing between Sombra and total dominion over Equestria, and was determined not to give the king any information about it, regardless of what she would be subjected to. She lifted her head high, her face reflecting her calm demeanor, and replied, "I do not know."

"You don't? Well, maybe I can jog your memory," said the king, sneering mischievously as he approached Twilight and blasted her horn with a jolt of abyssal lightning. The dark energy pierced through the mare’s body, making her shiver in pain.

In spite of this, the captive was determined not to let up. "I said I do not know. I am telling the truth!" affirmed Twilight, trying to keep her composure and ignore the suffering she was going through.

"Who did you give the heart to before you rushed at me?" asked the king, as he channeled a more impressive lightning bolt and blasted it continuously at the purple unicorn’s horn.

The pain made Twilight let out a sharp yelp, but she just refused to give in to the king’s demands. "I was focused on the battle. I didn’t even notice I did not have it anymore."

Sombra then began to channel again, but he then stopped as he focused his gaze on the white crystal armor his captive was clad in. "A bolt like that should have broken you, but I guess your armor shields you from my full power," affirmed the king. He then proceeded to examine it even further. "Such marvelous craftsmanship … and those crystals, white as the new-fallen snow, undoubtedly given to Celestia by that ignorant Princess Amore who ruled the empire before me. I think I will take a closer look at it." Sombra used his magic to levitate the armor pieces on all four of Twilight’s legs off her and examined them a bit before casting them to the floor, far away from the mare.

"Don’t you dare touch the armor!" protested Twilight. Her scuffle amused the king, who then focused his attention on the piece of garment shielding Twilight’s chest and flank. With a perverse smirk on his face, he circled the purple unicorn, carefully analyzing the way the armor was attached. His actions made Twilight uneasy. She was extremely worried about losing the only protection she had against Sombra’s sorcery, but was even more disgusted by the look on the king’s face. She began to wonder what his true intentions were.

Sombra then lit up his horn and, using telekinesis, began undoing the bindings which kept the crystal suit attached to the pony one by one, taking his time. With an extremely worried look on her face, Twilight asserted, "No! Get your hooves off my armor and let me go! Stop it … please!" as she struggled in vain against her binds. Enjoying what he was doing, the black unicorn slowly removed the remaining piece of the armor off Twilight and cast it aside, exposing the mare’s entire body.

The young mare’s features were now fully revealed to the king. Her beautiful purple fur, her scrumptious flank, her delicate breasts and even her most intimate parts were made more alluring by the sight of her fighting the chains keeping her restrained. Although it was more than common for mares and stallions to walk without any garments on them, Twilight felt far too vulnerable in her current position as she noticed Sombra’s eyes scanning every part of her body, particularly focusing on her feminine bits. She tried to close her hind legs, only to be reminded that the metal spreader between them would not allow this. Feeling ashamed, she looked away from the king, closing her eyes and grunting in disgust.

"You are quite an … attractive mare," uttered the king, after a few more minutes of admiring the view.

Twilight could not believe her ears. What was that supposed to mean? This was neither the time nor the place to be given compliments. Very rarely had any stallion actually even said that to her in Ponyville, and to hear it from her tormentor seemed extremely out of place. What could the king be planning? Twilight could not help but think about some of the stories in the war journals she read since the conflict began, which described soldiers doing insidious things to their prisoners, a lot of them of a … personal nature. The very thought appalled the mare to her core. Not knowing how to react, she just tried to take a few steps back, to get as far away from Sombra as her chains would allow.

"So, my lovely little mare, tell me … which one of your friends knows where the Crystal Heart is?" the king said as he again began channeling magic through his red horn.

Twilight knew this one would hurt a lot more, since she lost the protection of the crystal armor, but would not let that dissolve her determination. Cringing a bit, as if anticipating the pain about to come, she replied, "I do not know! I was caught up in the heat of battle."

The king prepared to fire at the purple unicorn, but moments before he released the blast, he suddenly stopped, dispelled the dark energy from his horn and laughed in a very wicked manner. "Ha ha ha! Well … if pain won’t get you to cooperate, perhaps there are others ways in which I can make you … give me what I desire!" With that he proceeded to take slow steps towards his captive, looking at her like a wild animal about to attack its prey.

Twilight’s firm position quickly changed, as her legs began to shiver. She desperately tried to squirm further and further away from the incoming Sombra, but the chains keeping her front legs tied to the ceiling were at their limit. Realizing she had nothing else to do, and frightened by the sight of the king slowly getting closer and closer, seeming to take a sadistic pleasure in her predicament, the purple unicorn decided to fight back. "Stop! I won’t tell you anything. And there is nothing you can do to make me talk!"

Sombra paid no attention to her words. He kept getting closer and closer, until his snout was close enough to touch hers. Twilight immediately tried to turn away, as this kind of physical contact with the king disturbed her, but her mouth was forced back into position by the black unicorn’s magic, and he proceeded to kiss her passionately on her lips. Twilight's protests were muffled as the king's tongue penetrated her mouth, but could do nothing to stop him as her entire head was held in place by Sombra's telekinesis. The stallion played around with his tongue in his captive’s mouth, taking his time to enjoy every moment of the forced kiss, and didn’t let up until almost a minute had passed. He then licked his own lips slowly and affirmed. "Isn’t that a better use of your tongue?"

Immediately after, Twilight turned her head and spat to the floor in disgust, not able to accept what the king had done.

With an amused, almost condescending tone, Sombra affirmed, "Oh, such rudeness in front of royalty is unbefitting a civilized mare like yourself. I thought Celestia had taught you Equestrians better manners." Moving towards Twilight’s rear, he stopped for a moment saying, "Well, I guess I will have to teach you some discipline," after which he slapped Twilight’s flank with his hoof.

The mare jumped forward, more from shock and humiliation than pain. She then quickly turned around, so that her flank would not face the king anymore, and proceeded to take steps in the opposite direction as quickly as her restraints would allow her, trying to once again get as far away from Sombra as possible. "How dare you do that?" she protested.

Terribly enjoying his captive’s reaction, the stallion quickly positioned himself behind the mare again and, before she could react, he lifted his hoof. "Like this," he said, as he lowered it, slapping Twilight’s flank so hard that it echoed through the room.

"Stop that immediately! I will not tell you anything," cried Twilight, as she again tried to reposition her rear, her movements heavily hindered by the chains.

The king then proceeded to approach the mare again, this time slower, since he was enjoying Twilight's efforts to protect her flank from him so very much. After a few minutes of playing this makeshift game of cat and mouse, the king again used his telekinesis magic, this time to tug on Twilight’s chains, bringing her close to him, in spite of her cries. He looked down upon her most private part for a few moments, and then quickly lowered his head, giving her pussy a nice firm lick, much to the horror of the mare.

"Delicious! Sweet as honey!" said the king, as the mare began struggling like she never had before and screamed atop of her lungs.

Scared out of her mind and still refusing to succumb to the king’s antics, Twilight shouted angrily at him, "Stop this madness! I demand to be treated with the respect a war prisoner deserves! What are you even thinking? What are you going to do?"

The stallion looked directly into the mare’s eyes, displaying the most menacing smile Twilight Sparkle had ever seen, and with an immensely sadistic tone, replied, "I think we both know what I am going to do!"

Was this real? Had Twilight Sparkle heard Sombra correctly? He could not possibly mean he would … rape her. At that very moment, the purple unicorn’s frightened mind recalled the stories she had read, about soldiers tying up and raping mares in times of war, about fillies who had not even reached proper marehood being dragged out of their beds kicking and screaming and getting passed around and fucked until they fainted, about prisoners of war, stallions and mares alike, getting humiliated in prison camps and having several objects painfully inserted in all of their holes, much to the amusement of their tormentors. Could such stories be true? Twilight said to herself … and, even worse, was something like this about to happen to her now? Rape?

No! More than ever, she was determined to fight off the mad king, even in her current state. If it was the last thing she ever did, the mare was sure that she would not let herself be taken by the king.

"You are not going to touch me again! I will not let you!" shouted the mare, as she prepared for the worst.

Entertained by his captive’s apparent bravery, Sombra used his horn to channel two very thin and weak bolts of dark energy which he very precisely aimed at Twilight’s nipples. The shock was both painful and a little arousing for the purple unicorn, who let out a high pitched squeal.

Before the mare could recover from the jolt, the king approached her and gently bit on one of the nipples, licking its tip with his tongue. This had never happened to Twilight before; a stallion’s mouth had not come anywhere close to her breasts; she chose to ignore the slight arousing factor of this act, and, still creeped out by the actions the king was doing, pulled away, expressing her anger, "Stop it! It’s demeaning. You are a king. You cannot do this to me!"

"My dear, if you are not enjoying this at all, then why are your nipples so hard?" said the king in a mocking tone. This caused Twilight to lower her face in embarrassment, as she could not help blush due to the shame. She felt so used.

Sombra then continued, "As for your attitude, I see that it has not improved at all, despite my disciplinary actions. I think you need another reminder." With that he again used his sorcery to keep the mare still as he positioned himself behind her flank. Before doing anything else, the king gently rubbed both sides of his captive’s rear end with his hooves very slowly, almost in a tender way.

"Nooo…." protested the purple unicorn, who hated every second of what was happening to her.

"Yeeeees," uttered the king with a grim satisfaction and proceeded to spank the mare very hard. After she yelled from pain, another four slaps followed, each one of a different area of the flank.

Twilight’s screams were slightly different every time, rising in pitch as he got closer to the midline of her body, a fact which amused the sadistic Sombra. "Such sweet music you make. I cannot decide which one of those screams was my favorite. I think I will go with … this one," said the king as the slapped the mare really close to her pussy. The young mare let out a high-pitched squeal, and then she started to weep.

"What is worse my dear? The pain, or the humiliation?" exclaimed the king as he proceeded to gently rub his hoof over the areas he had just spanked.

It was not the agony which made Twilight cry, but the thought of what she was going through. She hated to think what would happen if anyone found out, she despised the pleasure Sombra was taking from tormenting her, but most of all, she could not stand the idea of being violated in such a demeaning way. The mare knew that the more she would give in, the more she would suffer, so she decided to remain strong, "You can do your worst! I will never submit!"

Sombra then laughed again, this time like an insane pony, as he proceeded to taunt her even more, giving another slap on Twilight’s behind after every word he uttered, "Do…*slap*… you… *slap*… really… *slap*… think… *slap*… that… *slap*… this …*slap* …is …*slap*… the… *slap*… worst… *slap*… I… *slap*… can… *slap*… do… *slap*?"

The final slap Twilight received scared her beyond all belief. Unlike all the other ones, which were given using his hoof, the last spank the king gave was clearly different. It had not hurt as much as the others, and it seemed like a long fleshy rod hit the purple unicorn’s flank. She was puzzled for a moment, trying to figure out the king had used, but quickly shivered all over, as the mare realized what that must have been.

Before she could even gasp, Sombra positioned himself directly in front of his prey, smiling perversely, ostentatiously spreading his legs to reveal his … desire.

Twilight’s eyes bulged as she saw it. The mare had never laid eyes on an erect stallion’s member before, at least not under these circumstances. She had seen many in books, even one or two in reality as she accidentally entered the wrong restroom, but it was her first time observing a throbbing penis displayed directly in front of her. The black unicorn’s thick member was quite impressive, a cock which even the luckiest stallions would envy; and because of the pleasure he had taken from playing with his captive, the king’s dick was pulsing with blood, proudly standing fully erect, awaiting to meet the mare’s most intimate region.

Complete despair took hold of the little pony, as she felt her legs turn to mush. Unable to help herself, horrified but what she knew was about to follow, the mare began crying and started pleading with her captor, "Please … Don’t! You … You can’t do this do me!"

Sombra was enjoying this to an extreme amount. Upon hearing the mare’s pleas, his cock had grown even more, it was beginning to be a painful erection. "Are you so certain?" the king responded.

He then hastily removed his red cape and silver armor, tossing them aside, revealing his entire frame to the helpless Twilight. His body was the stuff many mares fantasized about in their wettest dreams: tall, lean and muscular, with chiseled features, complemented by an aura of power and royalty. The monarch's thick black mane accentuated his pronounced facial features and his stallionhood swung between his legs, making it seem like he had five.

But that was not what Twilight felt. All she saw in him was a monster, an abusive tyrant about to have his way with her delicate body, about to violate her most private region. That thought make her stomach churn. How could a stallion force himself upon a mare? How could some ponies commit such heinous atrocities? were the questions flowing through the purple unicorn’s mind.

As Sombra proceeded to place two of his hooves around her hips, Twilight started struggling, swinging her horn at the king hoping to hit him the face. She then shouted, "I will not let you do this! This is NOT going to happen!"

No longer amused by his captive’s resistance, Sombra fired a blast of black lightning at Twilight, which made her muscles clench. He then hugged her forcefully, bringing his penis directly in front of her pussy and forcing her to look him straight in the eyes. Towering over the bound mare like a demon, he told her, "This IS going to happen … and no matter what you do, no matter how you squirm … there is NOTHING you can do to stop it!"

With that the stallion pushed forward, touching the mare’s ‘lips’ with the tip of his cock. At this moment, Twilight could not help but voice the one major thing that had been on her mind all along, since the king first kissed her. It was the reason she felt so uneasy reading those war journals, the reason why getting raped during the war was her worst nightmare, the cause of the enormous terror she was feeling right know. With eyes red from tears, the mare spoke in a desperate tone, "I implore you … don’t do this! I am a virgin!"

Upon hearing that, Sombra’s eyes lit up like a colt's upon receiving his favorite birthday present, as a small drop of pre-cum fell front his painfully erect member. "Oh my! To be innocent at such an age … the world has changed in one thousand years. In my time you would have been taken long before this," replied the king, hardly being able to contain himself anymore from penetrating his captive. "I guess I am doing you a favor at this point … Ha ha ha!" continued the stallion mockingly.

Twilight Sparkle looked up to her tormentor, feeling his cock inching up her vagina. "I will do anything you want. ANYTHING! Please … just don’t rape me. Please. I beg you!"

With an unparalleled satisfaction, Sombra decided to seize the moment, "Then just tell me which of your friends has the heart, and I promise to leave you alone."

A war was going on in Twilight’s head. Her subconscious was screaming, Just say Fluttershy. Tell him it’s the yellow pegasus and he will leave you alone. Just speak and keep your virginity. It is a mare’s most precious treasure, her flower. Just say Fluttershy … say it! However, something deeper inside her, her very soul, was refusing to let that happen. How could she betray her friends? How could she, who was supposed to be the leader, Princess Celestia’s favorite student, condemn another mare to such a fate? How could she betray the ponies that meant most to her?

Eventually, the mare made her decision, "It’s the … the … I don’t know! I swear I don’t know! Please, you’ve got to believe me. If I knew I would tell you! Just let me go please. I lost the heart in the battle!"

As if anticipating that answer, King Sombra embraced the mare even harder, making their entire bodies touch each other, as he exclaimed, "Then you are about to lose something else!" He viciously bucked his hips forward, stretching and tearing the proof of her maidenhood, thin rivulets of blood running down his cock to coat his sheath.

Twilight Sparkle had saved herself until this point. She was not waiting for marriage, simply for that very special somepony. All her life, she was educated to believe that a mare’s virginity was something special, which should be given away to a deserving gentlecolt. She always took secret pride in the fact that she was able to resist the urge for so long and would often fantasize about the day when the stallion of her dreams would be lucky enough to know her intimately. Having read more than a few erotic fiction works, she was hoping one day a charming and educated colt would sweep her off her feet with his elegant looks and sophistication, make her feel like she was the only mare in the world, then eventually take her to proper marehood one evening, as they made love by candlelight. Often she would have dreams of strapping young pony bumping into her by accident and falling in love at first sight, afterwards having a picnic under the stars, ending with the sweet experience of carnal romance. However, in one single day, all her dreams, all her fantasies, all her desires were shattered by the harsh realities of war. As she felt her genitalia being penetrated, she painfully realized the truth: her virginity was not going to be taken away by a sophisticated stallion or a gallant gentlecolt … while chained in a cold, dark cell, she had lost her virginity to a monstrous tyrant who had forced himself upon her sacred flower. Her first sexual experience was rape.

Twilight felt a small portion of herself dying as Sombra brutally pistoned her with his cock, not caring at all about how excruciatingly painful it was for the mare. Every time he hilted, she could feel his balls slapping against her rump, the sheer thickness of him stretching her impossibly wide. Her terrified spasms made her dry unwilling pussy grip him like a vice, his cock twitching in response. Still hoping this was all a terrible nightmare, she shouted, "This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This is not real! Celestia, help me!"

Upset at hearing that name, the king gave Twilight a painful love bite on her neck and after that exclaimed, "There is no Celestia … only Sombra!"

The stallion was having the time of his life. The way her soft, petite body yielded to him and the way she shrieked and yelped in terror with each thrust deep inside made him almost uncomfortably hard. He loved the way her velvety folds clung to him as he withdrew. "Ahh, so tight … so very tight," he said with a sadistic glee.

The pain was immense for the mare. She felt his meaty tip hammer past her cervix and kiss the very top of her womb each time he pounded into her. Her aching parts were as dry as a desert when he'd begun, and though she'd managed to achieve some small measure of lubrication from the loveless and violent stimulation, the agony remained almost unbearable. Is this how sex feels? she thought to herself. How can mares like this … it is excruciating. How can this ever be pleasant? Not being able to take it anymore, she expressed her sorrow. "Take it out. Please take it out. It hurts … it hurts. It hurts so much! It is too big!"

Amused at what his captive had just said, the king responded with wicked glee, "Flattery will get you nowhere!"

The purple unicorn tried to struggle, but all she managed to do was rub her body against the king's, who was gripping her tightly. She was not going anywhere. In utmost disgust, she screamed, "No … no … no."

The stallion then began pushing in even deeper, taking great pleasure at the sounds of pain the mare was making. "Yes … yes … yes," he replied mockingly.

As the purple unicorn continued struggling, her nipples rubbing painfully against the king’s hips, her screams only served to fuel the king’s insatiable sexual desire, who plunged his penis in even harder, making her insides retreat north to accommodate every inch of his impressive length and girth. "You will rip me apart! You will tear me in two!" cried the little mare, barely able to keep conscious from the pain her lady parts were experiencing.

"Come on … you can do it … take it all in like a big girl!" taunted Sombra, as he increased his pace. He had not had a virgin since he was a teenager. He had forgotten how good it felt, how wonderful the sensation was.

Desperately trying to get her mind off the pain, to keep her sanity despite the awful thing happening to her, Twilight Sparkle tried to think of something else. Trying to ignore the painful thrusts, the mare hoped she would soon either somehow escape or be rescued. She imagined herself and her friends breaking out of the castle and returning to Equestria, away from the tyrant’s grasp. With that image in mind, Twilight decided to revolt, "I will get you for this … I will escape and things will change! I will get back to Equestria and you will pay for this."

Having heard that, the stallion looked at her with contempt and paused for a moment, making sure his eyes pierced directly into hers. With voracious cruelty, he responded, "You know what’s interesting my dear … even if you escape … even if you get back to Equestria … even if things change in the war … I will ALWAYS be your first time … and that will NEVER change!"

The brutal honesty of his response made Twilight regret she ever spoke up, as she lowered her head and continued weeping.

Taking sadistic pride in his acts, Sombra continued to mercilessly plow his cock into the purple unicorn, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts to a breakneck pace. After only a few more minutes, the pleasure was too much for the black unicorn, and he neared his release. Globs of white-hot seed building up pressure and beginning to spray out of his dick.

Twilight could hear his groans and feel his body grow taut against her. Afraid of the consequences, she tried to reason with the king, "Pull out. Mercy's sake … just pull out. Haven't you done enough damage?"

The king paid no mind to what the mare was saying. He was in his own world … one of pure rapture. She might was well have said who had the Crystal Heart or betrayed one of Celestia’s biggest strategic secrets, he would not have heard it either way. All he could think about were the overwhelming sensations of pleasure his stallionhood was feeling. His hips slammed against hers, filling the air with the muffled slaps of their fur-coated skin colliding in the throes of their twisted and violent union. Every time he hilted, it drove hot tears of pain and grief from her eyes. Her shapely rump was so soft and round, and he loved the way it jiggled as it dampened his fierce impacts. He was close. So close. His eyes rolled like those of a mad horse as he slammed his hips against hers one final time. He came, his cock flaring and semen surging up through his shaft.

Twilight gasped and moaned in anguish. She could feel it. Feel every inch of his pulsating rod, his heartbeat seeming to join with her own, polluting her very soul. She squirmed and struggled, letting out soft squeaks and shaking her head as he shot rope after rope of seed into her, inadvertently grinding her hips against him and giving him the most incredible sensations as she flailed her hind legs and rubbed her insides against his sensitive tip, now awash with his fluids. He could've sworn he saw her belly distend slightly from the sheer volume of cum he pumped into her, but perhaps it was just his imagination. Sombra pulled out slowly, his meaty, flared glans making an audible 'pop' as it came free of her petals. He took the time to admire the sight of Twilight's face as it warped into a mask of horror.

As he withdrew from her, a mixture of semen, blood and mare juices poured down Twilight’s hind legs, splattering loudly against the stone floor. Sombra was breathing heavily, seeming exhausted from the endeavor. He was sweating wildly, his mane, usually nicely quaffed, was now all over the place. His legs were shaking. He was panting like a beast, trying to cool himself down after such a strenuous bout of exertion. As his throbbing cock was starting to recede, the king gently started stroking it. Twilight shivered and sobbed before him, hanging in chains, her nethers painted glistening shades of red and white, and he gazed upon her with great pride, like an artist admiring his latest creation.

Desiring to give one final blow to the raped mare, the king sarcastically bowed before the purple unicorn and commented in an obviously derisive manner, "I forgot how … wonderful cherry picking can be! Thank you very much for saving yourself all these years … FOR ME!"

Twilight Sparkle was in a trance. The pain she felt during the intercourse, the extreme degradation she had gone through made her mind wander completely. Her brain simply refused to accept what had just happened. She looked down upon her once majestic flower and saw the fluids flowing out of it, like a leaky faucet. The sight was enough to make her throw up a little all over the floor.

Twilight fell even deeper into despair and misery when she heard Sombra snicker at her inability to hold her lunch. Her thoughts turned dark. Was another stallion ever going to want her again? If any pony found out what had happened to her, would they even want to talk to her anymore? As streams of pain flowed through her body, emanating from her still aching womb, even darker ideas wrenched her heart. How can stallions rape mares? How can such monsters disguised as ponies exist? For the moment, she told herself she never wanted to see another stallion for as long as she lived. And regarding sex … it was the worst experience of her life. She felt only pain. No joy, no comfort. Only sheer agony and humiliation. How can any mare desire to participate in such a heinous act? Was this what she secretly saved herself for? Was this the magical ritual ponies share with their most intimate partner? This brutal fest of torment was what she had fantasized about all her life?

With the last bit of hope evaporated from her now broken heart, all she could do was lower her head and cry. She didn’t even notice it when the king began licking the tears of her bloodshot eyes. The world could end now and it would matter not for her. Her life was already over.

Knowing he was done, Sombra put his armor and cape back on. He took one more look at the broken mare and started walking towards the door of her cell. "Thank you for the lovely evening … but the night is still young! I think I will go ask your friends where the heart is. Ha ha ha!" threatened the monarch, realizing that one of the other five ponies must have had it last and looking forward to interrogating each and every one of them until they would eventually break.

Sitting in the doorway, he turned towards the prisoner and bid farewell, "I will see you again … my little pony. Oh, and welcome to marehood!"

Before he could close the door, Twilight lifted her head. Her eyes were red, but not from crying, they were red with absolute rage. Her expression, normally delicate and intelligent, was now one of pure madness. She was foaming at the mouth and every muscle in her body was twitching. She looked upon the king with utmost hatred, like a hawk about to pounce on its prey. With other-worldly speed and strength, she lunged in the king’s direction, tugging on her chains so hard they made a slight crack in the ceiling above, although they still did not break.

She channeled magic in her horn, and even though the dark crystal fragment within it prevented her from casting, a flash of purple light was emitted. From the very bottom of her lungs, she let a scream so loud and demented, it echoed through the entire prison and even sent a chill down the black king’s spine. "I will kill you! You monster… you rapist … how dare you take it away from me? I will tear you limb from limb … I will rip your dick off! I swear by Celestia, by Equestria, by all of pony-kind… I WILL KILL YOU!"

Despite being a bit shocked by the absolute insanity radiating from the pony, Sombra wanted to show no fear, so he decided to give one last taunt before leaving, "Don’t make promises you cannot keep!" With that he immediately shut the door tight, leaving the purple unicorn locked away alone in the room.

Twilight was furious. She continued screaming her throat raw with even greater intensity, long after the king had left. The room echoed for hours with the sounds of her screams … screams in darkness.

Author's Note

Just to clarify, this story does not have anthro-ponies. Characters have the same appearance and anatomy as in the show.

In a certain way, this chapter represents the reason why I decided to write this story.
Way before I had even sketched out the overall plot of "Prisoners of the Crystal Empire", I knew I wanted to compose a tale about a mare forcefully losing her virginity to a rapist. After much thought, I decided Twilight and Sombra would be the perfect pair for this.
As I started writing I got more and more ideas. Before I knew it, that little tale evolved into this story.