Author's Note
EDIT: Wow, this got attention faster than I thought it would. Even if it is mostly negative.
Oh well, no such thing as bad publicity, I say. If you hate this, go ahead. I've got plenty of other shit to do anyway.
Slight inspiration taken from Game-BeatX14's "Pegasus Milking" for the milking machine Rarity uses, but everything else came out of my head.
Let me know if you like what you read, and as always, thanks for reading.
Shattered Pride
Rarity was going to have a lot of fun tonight. She was dressed for the occasion as she always was: red leather corset, fishnets, garter belt, and black latex stockings. Her pussy was wet with anticipation and a sadistic smile graced her lips as she approached the basement of Carousel Boutique. She knew Prince Blueblood needed to be taught respect, and she knew just how she was going to do it. She opened the door, alerting the captured aristocrat to her presence.
"I demand an explanation, peasant!" he said threateningly, clearly not pleased with his situation.
"Now now, that is no way to address a mare, dear," she replied, her voice dripping with arousal and anticipation. "It's time I taught you your place."
Blueblood gazed questioningly, but before he could reply, Rarity continued. "I'm getting rather annoyed with your arrogance and self-importance, so I took it upon myself to discipline you. Once I'm done with you, you'll be as humble as a dog."
Blueblood tried use his magic to teleport out, but to his horror, his horn merely fizzled.
"Uh uh uh... no magic," she said, wagging her hoof disapprovingly.
She had placed a spell on him which prevented him from using his horn. Blueblood began to panic as Rarity opened a supply cabinet. Inside were a ballgag, a blindfold, a spreader bar, hoofcuffs, electrical stimulation equipment, and a vibrating double dildo, which was long, thick, and capable of stimulating the prostate. He struggled as she applied the cuffs, spreader, gag, electrodes, and blindfold to him. To his surprise, she was much stronger than him. She then inserted the double dildo into her waiting pussy. She had not turned it on or began to use it, but already she was close to orgasm. Now was not the time for that, however. She had one more piece of the puzzle to add first.
"I'm going to break you tonight... darling," she said, emphasizing the last word rather ominously and seductively, causing Blueblood to panic. What exactly was she going to do to him?
She cast a spell on Blueblood's balls that would cause them to instantly resupply semen when drained, which was perfect for what she was going to do to him. Blueblood struggled in his bonds, but his resistance only increased Rarity's arousal. He would not be able to see the final piece of Rarity's torture kit: a large milking machine capable of storing several dozen gallons. Rarity had swapped out the milking hose with a mechanical fleshlight attachment for more intense stimulation as well. She attached Blueblood to the milker and turned on both it and the electrodes at their highest settings, while she turned on her dildo and began penetrating him, fast, hard, and dry.
Blueblood was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling. His virgin asshole was being ravaged, his cock was being savagely milked, and the rest of him was coursing with electricity, all the while he couldn't move, see, or speak. He was in incredible pain, the pleasure was simply astronomical in scale. All he could do was moan loudly into the gag. In mere seconds, he was brought to the edge, his orgasm so intense that he could literally feel nothing else.
Rarity was enjoying his predicament, the dildo stimulating her as much as the sight of his suffering. She continued, knowing that his cum supply would refill instantly. Every thrust she made got progressively more intense for both of them.
"How does it feel, my little cum cow?" she cooed tauntingly.
The next hour felt like an eternity for Blueblood. He couldn't even think straight, let alone try to resist. He utterly gave up two minutes in, and decided to let Rarity have her way with him. All he could do was moan and cum as she relentlessly brought him to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, his body and mind overtaxed by the sensations he was feeling. He was utterly helpless, and he knew it. Rarity knew it as well, taking great pleasure in Blueblood being utterly drained. She too orgasmed occasionally, but not as much as her toy. By the time she finally stopped everything, Blueblood's cum had filled the milk tank halfway.
He collapsed onto the ground as Rarity released him, his body and mind spent from an hour of being consumed by near-constant orgasm and pain, his pride and self-worth gone. He had become an empty shell, his mind empty, with no feelings at all. His entire body was numb and limp, his mane unkempt, his eyes dazed and lifeless, his mouth drooling. He was completely and utterly broken. This was all Rarity needed for the final phase of her plan, as weakening him was only the beginning. She forced the broken stallion to gaze into her eyes as she began to cast a brainwashing spell.
"You belong to me permanently from now on," she began, "and you will attend to my every sexual desire and place me in higher regard than even Celestia herself. You may only do what I tell you that you can do, you will speak only when spoken to, and you will address me as 'Goddess Rarity' at all times. Every action you make will be made at my command, and you will cease only when I order you to. You can only cum when I tell you, and you can't escape. Only think about me, and how much I turn you on." She forced his weak, limp hoof to caress her pussy as she finished her spell.
"Is that clear, dearie?" she asked in order to make sure she had done it right.
Rarity's new slave nodded feebly as the spell took hold.
"Yes... Goddess Rarity..." he said weakly as he began to lose consciousness.
Rarity simply smirked with sadistic satisfaction. The stallion that had been Prince Blueblood was, for all intents and purposes, dead.
