How To Train Your Kidnap Victim's Orthros

The stallion appeared on screen, standing in front of what looked like the contents of a moving van. A television, jewellery, piles of clothes, kitchen appliances, books, and other assorted bric-a-brac covered the floor of the harshly-lit basement. He had his back to the mess, and was smiling at the camera.

"This tape isn't actually about Orthros training, but it's about the potentially-rewarding financial aspects once you've found a mare who is, ahem, 'willing' to help train one. Once again, I am joined by my lovely assistant, Teddie Safari..."

The camera panned to the side. This time, Teddie wasn't bound up in the bitchsuit, though her conditions didn't look any more comfortable. She was sat on the floor with her legs splayed out, with straps at her knees and ankles keeping each leg pressed into the cold concrete. Her arms were pulled behind her back, elbows taped together, wrists pressed into her spine in a 'reverse prayer' position, and her torso was leant back at a 45-degree angle. Her head had been built into the seat of a wooden chair, with her face perpendicular to the floor, gazing directly up at the ceiling. The spreader gag from before remained in her mouth, stretching it painfully wide.

Between her legs, a puddle of cum had dripped from her sore, swollen pussy. Her tits were also bound harshly, each wrapped in fifty coils of twine at the base, bulging out like balloons, the yellow of her coat tinged a horrible purple.

"This here chair is a little thing I put together for fun," said the stallion. "I'm sweaty after a long day of work moving all of this dumb slut's stuff, and this is the perfect way to relax." He dropped his trousers, pulled down his briefs - which stuck to his coat from sweat - and sat directly on Teddie's face. He wriggled around, moving his swampy ass all over her face until he'd found the most comfortable way to part his butt-cheeks, then settled down with his asshole directly over her mouth.

He kept his knees apart and used the remote to zoom the camera in on his groin. "I don't know if you can see it perfectly from this angle," he said, lifting up his cock and balls with his free hand, and perching his right heel on the edge of the stool, "but Teddie is digging her tongue straight up in my ass."

Sure enough, the camera caught a glimpse of Teddie's pink tongue, sticking straight up and desperately trying to push upward into her rapist.

"It took some training, but she's not dumb enough to try getting away with tonguing the side or licking my taint. She's a bitch, and bitches spend lots of time with their noses and tongues on buttholes. Unfortunately, because of the nasties in dog digestive tracts, I can't get her to practice this on an actual dog unless I'm willing to let her get seriously ill doing so. Blind bitches take a lot of care. Fortunately, this solution works great for everypony involved..." He sighed, a thin line of precum dripping off his half-erect cock and landing on her bound tits. Whenever he stopped talking, the camera picked up the wet, smacking sounds of Teddie desperately eating out his ass.

The stallion settled down, lowering his legs to sit comfortably on Teddie's face again, idly stroking his cock with one hand. It was clear from the movement of Teddie's chin, and the soft *schlep-schlep-slup* sounds picked up by the microphone that she was still licking out her captor's ass with terrified enthusiasm. The stallion sighed with pleasure, relaxing further to allow the poor mare to lick even deeper into his ass. He looked into the camera, still masturbating, and began to speak.

"All this stuff behind me," he said, gesturing expansively to the clutter with his free hand, "is gonna be pawned or auctioned off. It works like this: if everypony's got one, like a blender or a television or a radio, ya pawn it. Get it off your hands as fast as possible, take it somewhere far away from where your 'beautiful assistant' lives, and don't get ripped off too bad. For instance, her television is two years old. New, it'd retail for eight-hundred bits. Second-hand halves that value, pawning it quick halves it again, and take off another fifty bits for wear and tear. If I can get one-fifty for it, I'm doing good. Simple enough.

"Now, other stuff doesn't work the same. Teddie's got this crystal chess-set, some rare books, a lot of jewellery. Pawning all that is a waste, because you might end up selling stuff for ten bits that's worth ten grand. I've got an arrangement with an, ahem, 'antiques specialist' who knows there stuff. She'll tell me what it's worth, put it up for auction, and we'll split the price. I've made some very good money doing that, and given that Teddie is practically a damn hoarder, I expect her collection to pay dividends too. So, that's the earners. There's some stuff that you can't pawn or auction without some prep work. Teddie has a bunch of fancy picture frames, but I can't go selling them with pictures of her family in, so those had to be taken out and burned. She had a burial urn above the fireplace, made of silver, and it would have been very valuable if it didn't have her great aunt's name engraved in it, so unfortunately I had to dump the ashes and have it melted down. Still, eighty bits worth of pure silver ain't bad! Other stuff, like diaries, letters, keepsakes, her old foal's toals - garbage. I just stuck them on a bonfire."

The microphone picked up a sob of humiliation from below, but the wet sound of licking didn't stop.

"The really lucrative side is the paperwork." His cock was dripping precum now, little beads welling up at the tip before running down to be massaged into the skin by his fingers. "I sent out letters to cancel all her direct deposits, cancel all her bill payments, and cancel her rent, to keep her bank account nice and swollen. I've also taken out - ah, one moment..."

He reached down and squeezed one of Teddie's bound, near-purple tits. She screeched into his rump, and redoubled her effort.

"Sorry about that," said the stallion, "her tongue was getting tired, and I had to remind her that there's worse things than a tired tongue. As I was saying, I've also taken out twelve credit cards in her name. She's been a fiscally responsible mare her entire life, and she's got an excellent credit rating. By the time she's truly broken, her cards will have come through, and she's going to max out every single one before giving me the entire contents of her bank account. Sadly, she might end up homeless and bankrupt by the end of it, but that's okay. I'm sure I'll have some work for her, as long as she begs."

He closed his eyes and bit his lip, jerking his cock faster and faster as Teddie continued her rimjob. He stood up, turned, and groaned as he came, aiming his cock straight down at her face. A dozen jets of cum splashed out, half landing in her open mouth, the rest plastering over her cheeks, her nostrils, and her blindfolded eyes. The mare continued to lick at nothing, turning the cum over in her mouth without swallowing it.

After shaking the last drops of jizz off on her face, the stallion stood up, wiped his brow, and put his pants back on.

"Well," he said, "I'm going to make a few more arrangements, but first, I'll get some company for Teddie. Here boys!"

He whistled, and something massive came running. The Orthros bounded onto the frame, jumping up at the stallion and slobbering happily.

"Orthoses love playing with balloons. They like licking them, batting them around with their paws, slobbering all over them, nipping them not-quite-hard-enough to pop them -- usually. These boys are gonna love Teddie's balloons..." He directed the two-headed dog to Teddie's titties, wrapped up and swollen, each the size of a honeydew melon. Each head went for a tit with gusto, lapping and slobbering, softly raking their teeth over the bulging flesh as they licked away. Under the mouthful of cum, Teddie whimpered in fear and humiliation.

"Remember, Teddie, don't struggle too much -- they'll think you want to wrestle," he said. "I'll see you in two hours, and if my cum is still in your mouth, I might even let you eat pony food tonight..."

He walked away and the film continued for fifteen minutes. By the time it cut to black she still hadn't swallowed, even as they'd scratched her breasts hard enough to draw blood.