Bittersweet Apple Acres (DARKFIC)

Once the coast was clear, Crimson didn't hesitate to vomit from the smell of the horrible content below him. The metal restraints hurt him as he lunged forward from the force of his body extracting the vomit. As much as it hurt him, he didn't care. The smell below him was too putrid, burning his nostrils, and despite the taste of stomach acid still present in his mouth, he knew that it would be best to get used to it. The torture was only starting.

The disgusting taste from Applejack's tongue entering his mouth was still there as well. It was as if she were trying to suffocate him with her tongue that tasted like rotten apples. She had stuck her tongue so far into his mouth that it nearly was down his throat, and even Crimson knew that this wasn't the only time he'd have to deal with Applejack's cruel sexual behavior. He was sure that he'd be facing much worse. The question was, just how much worse would it get?

Crimson then knew what the other smell was that he could smell. It was the smell of sex, a scent he had only experienced once in his short life, when he had lost his virginity. The thought of him being forced to have intercourse with one of the demented Apple Family members caused his entire body to quiver, following his limbs attempting to shake free of the restraints. There was no use in trying to break free of the metal restraints, seeing the restraints were solid steel. He started to retch, but nothing came out, due to there being nothing left. If intercourse was part of the torture, what else would he have to face? He'd soon find out.

Crimson was awoke by the sound of the slaughterhouse door opening. Hearing Applejack's hooves against the concrete floor making her way up the stairs to him, until she stood face to face with him. She was holding a plate with her right hoof, with some sort of content on the plate's surface. Crimson was too weak to even open his eyes, so Applejack gave him a bit of a nudge. She grabbed a metal brand with the letters "AF" at the end of the metal bar.

"Wake up, sugar!" commanded Applejack. "It's time to eat!"

Crimson just remained unconscious, infuriating Applejack.

"Okay. Fine. Guess were goin' to have to do this the hard way," said Applejack, gripping the sizzling metal brand.

Applejack wasted no time and thrusted the brand along the surface of Crimson's right flank. The brand sizzled against Crimson's flesh, as he screamed from the brand burning his skin. The smell of burnt fur lingered, following the smell of burning flesh, as Crimson opened his eyes. His body tensed up against the metal restraints, nearly snapping his limbs. Applejack just looked up at Crimson with an annoyed look on her face.

"Good, yur awake," she said. "How dare you ignore me when I offer you food! When I tell you to open your eyes, I mean OPEN YOUR EYES, unless you want to be singed by this here metal brand! GOT IT!?"

"Y-Y-Yes," replied Crimson.

"Hmm, I'd prefer if you call me your "sweet Applejack," she said. "Yeah, because I am your "sweet Applejack," right?"

Crimson didn't bother arguing, despite him calling her anything "sweet" made him want to gag. Applejack was growing impatient, resulting in another brand to his left flank.

"RIGHT?!" she yelled.

"YES! MY SWEET APPLEJACK!" yelled Crimson, both his flanks burning like fire.

"Ah, thank you sugar," she said playfully, kissing him on the lips. "Now, we're going to play a game called, "Dinnertime."

Crimson didn't like the sound of the game Applejack was playing with him, as he saw her pull out a large knife. He gulped from the sight of the knife.

"What kind of game is it, my sweet Applejack?" asked Crimson in a weak tone.

"The rules are simple, all you have to do, is not gag or spit out the food," explained Applejack.

Crimson looked at the food on the plate, and it looked like something that had been pulled out of a trash can and put on a plate. He wanted to gag, but refused the urge to.

"What if I do, my sweet Applejack?" he asked, not wanting to know the answer.

"If you do, I get to land a nice slow cut with this knife to wherever I desire, except the neck. That would kill you, and we don't want that now, do we?"

Applejack's words were like poison to Crimson. She was going to do whatever she could to torture him, while not killing him. CrImson knew that he was going to gag, because just the sight of the food was making him sick.

"What exactly is on the plate?" asked Crimson.

"Well, I told ya earlier, just before I left, but seeing you're low on hearing I'll repeat myself. It's apple liver."

Immediately, Crimson gagged, changing Applejack's mood from pleased to angry.

"Gagging already, that's not very nice!" she said, cutting him slowly across his upper chest.

Crimson screamed, as blood started pouring out of the open wound. Applejack placed a bucket beneath him to catch the blood, seeing that was what he was being used for.

Crimson attempted to stop screaming, but was silenced by Applejack instead, shoving a piece of the apple liver into his mouth. The taste of it immediately causing Crimson to gag, resulting in another cut just above the abdominal area. Once again, blood came gushing out of the wound, as Crimson started to scream and quiver.

Applejack was growing tired of Crimson's screaming.

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP!" she snapped, hitting him across the face with her right hoof.

Crimson spat out some blood, landing in the bucket below, along with some tooth fragments.

"IF YOU DON'T STOP YUR' SCREAMIN', I'LL RESORT TO SOMETHING I KNOW YOU WON'T ENJOY, BUT I WILL!"

Applejack's words spiked Crimson's mind, remembering the smell of sex being present. He knew very well that's what she was talking about, so he either had to some how get past her sick dinner games or be forced to have sex with her. He immediately silenced himself, looking into Applejack's eyes, seeing only pure evil.

"I see you've caught on," said Applejack with a smirk. "Now open wide, sugar, unless you prefer the other option."

Crimson opened his mouth, as Applejack shoved another bite of the horrid apple liver into his mouth. The taste was horrible, but he somehow managed to swallow the content without gagging.

"How is it?" she asked.

"Delicious, my sweet Applejack," he lied.

"Such a sweet one," she said, preparing another bite. "HEAR THAT GRANNY SMITH!? HE SAYS IT'S DELICIOUS!"

Applejack laughed, shoving another bite into Crimson's mouth. Crimson had become fond of the taste, so it didn't bother him anymore. It tasted disgusting, but it was better than envisioning himself having intercourse with one the Apple Family's kin. After multiple bites, Applejack had grown bored, seeing Crimson was actually doing what she said. The apple liver was gone, which was a relief to Crimson. This torture section was finally over, or at least he thought it was, until Applejack stood inches away from his face. She stared at him with a seductive grin.

"What are you doing, my sweet Applejack?" he asked.

"Getting you ready, sugar," she replied with an evil giggle.

"Ready for what?" He had become scared, not knowing what Applejack had in store for him. A trip through the grinder just below him? More torture?

She closed into him, until she was up against his soft, sweat drenched body. She rubbed up against him, breathing in his face. Her breath was warm and smelled like death, similar to the sack that had been placed over his head.

"I'm going to take you on a ride you'll never forget," she whispered into his ear.

"What are you talking about, my sweet Applejack?" he asked, confused on what she had planned.

"Look down," she said, directing him.

Crimson looked down as she said, not wanting to risk anything, only to immediately figure out what she was talking about. He had an erection, caused from her rubbing against him.

"No! Please!" he begged.

"Too late, sugar, she said, getting into position. "It looks like your body wants it."

Applejack laughed, as she got on all four hooves, and shoved his genitals into her vagina. She moved back and forth, hearing Crimson's pleas for her to stop, even starting to cry. His rising heart rate caused more blood to leak out of the wounds Applejack had cut into Crimson Flash, leaking down his body, into the bucket, as Applejack continued to move back and forth. The cries for her to stop only made her speed up, until finally she felt Crimson climax in her.

That wasn't enough for her, so she continued to move back and forward, feeling herself start to come close to climax. It wasn't much longer as she sped up, and finally climaxed, moving forward, and spraying all her body liquids onto Crimson Flash. She even managed to get some into his mouth, causing him to gag. Applejack stopped him right there.

"Swallow it," she commanded.

Crimson couldn't do anything, so he listened to Applejack, and swallowed her body liquid.

"Now, now, don't cry. There will be plenty more of that in time," she said, gathering up the plate, and watching as the final bits of blood dripped from Crimson's body, into the bucket.

"Sweet dreams, sugar," said Applejack, french kissing Crimson. Once she finished her cruel sexual act, she made her way out of the slaughterhouse.

Once she was out of sight, Crimson resumed to crying. He knew it wasn't his fault, but what could he do. Applejack claimed she'd be forcing him to have sex with her more. His mind was blank as he passed out from the thoughts of the dirty deed Applejack had just done.