Depraved Tales for Disgusting Perverts

In her daze, Silent Whisper could not remember the circumstances that led to her being unmasked as a changeling, nor the ones that led to her capture. She could only remember the bite of knockout magic, the darkness of her transport, the foulness of her gag, and odd, hollow voices. None of it mattered now, not stuck in this cell, surrounded by three stallions who were definitely not members of the Equestrian Royal Guard.

"You'd think they'd learn, wouldn't you?"

She couldn't see her captors, blindfolded as she was. She couldn't taste them in the air either. They'd stuffed a soiled jockstrap between her teeth, sealed her mouth with tape, and strapped her down to the board. All she could see was darkness, all she could smell was dried urine and pony sweat, and all she could feel were the ropes digging in to the soft joins in her chitin.

"Nah, think about it," said one of the others. "The ones that fuck up don't make it back to the hive. Like this idiot."

"Yeah. I kinda feel bad to the last one, y'know? Being sold as a mating post to a Diamond Dog lair is fucked up."

"Serves the bitch right. If she didn't want that, she should have learned to suck dick without getting her teeth all over it."

Silent Whisper tensed up. She didn't want to risk visibly testing her bonds, but they felt terrifyingly secure.

"I guess. Any leads for this one?"

"We've got two offers. The Pink Pussycat will buy her for four-thousand bits if we can train her properly, break her, get her to shape-shift on command and shit. Lotta opportunities for high rollers if they can get that."

"And the other?"

"The Pink Pussycat will buy her for four-hundred bits if we can't train her properly. They'll keep her in the basement strapped over a padded bench, a novelty fuck for anypony who wants to get the easy one out of the way."

The other stallion snorted. "Shit, that's less than what we got for that bitch from Ponyville, Silver Tiara or what the fuck her name was."

"It's a buyer's market, what can you do?"

"Take out my frustrations is what I can do..."

Silent Whisper hissed in pain as the stallion nipped her rump. All four legs kicked in panic but did nothing, strapped down by thick ropes. She froze deathly still as she felt two hooves rest on her back, and a hot, thick thing prodding at her nethers.

"Your training begins today, changeling whore..."

She grunted as the first stallion mounted her, his weight settling on her back, squeezing her wings between her body and her bonds. He wasted no time, his hips flicking forward, jabbing at her haunches with his thick flare. Her eyes went wide as she realised his size, easily as thick as a soda can. The last time she'd taken a cock anywhere near as large she'd been sopping wet and well-prepared, but right now she could only feel the barest hint of dampness between her legs.

It didn't stop the stallion from trying. His knob battered at her entrance a few times before pushing firmly against her, causing her to give a frightened whine into her gag. He made several attempts before going still.

"Buddy, pass the lube?"

Silent Whisper became acutely aware of the presence of her bonds as she waited beneath him. The cold metal legs of the bench underneath her, the thin pleather padding pressed against her undercarriage already sticky with her sweat, the ropes around her knees and fetlocks that dug in a pinch too hard, the synthetic sleeves over her wings, and worst of all the strange crystal band on her horn, nullifying her magic and giving her a headache on the outside. She heard the squelch of a tube being squeezed as the stallion lubed himself up, and then squealed as a blob of cold, slimy gel was pushed into her pussy.

The stallion closed the tube and prepared to mount her. She could feel herself beginning to hyperventilate. His hips pressed forward, and his cock once again pressed into her pussy. Her lower lips bulged out around it, still unprepared for the thickness, making her wiggle and twitch from the discomfort, but this time he persisted.

Her eyes went wide as the first four inches slipped inside her.

"Fuck."

The stallion swore above her, then licked her neck. She shivered as his wet, slimy tongue slithered up from the top of her shoulder to the back of her jaw. When he stuck his tongue in her ear and wiggled it like a dog going at a jar of meat paste, she gave a full-body shudder and tried to sprint away, forgetting for a split second that she was secured to the bench.

He didn't seem to notice. He continued his unpleasant ministrations as his cock pushed deeper inside her. Inch by inch it slid, her walls clinging to every bump and vein, his medial ring forcing her even wider and scraping along her insides. She coughed into her gag as something prodded her cervix uncomfortably. His hips pressed into her haunches, and she realised he was completely inside her.

Silent Whisper was far from a blushing virgin. As a changeling infiltrator she had seduced dozens of ponies of all genders, but this felt completely alien to her. The excitement, the heat, the delicious warmth of a pony locked inside her, the glorious satiation of being filled with cock for the first time after a long night of teasing, none of that was here.

It felt almost medical. Something was spreading her open, but the normal urge to grind back against it was gone, and in its place was the twinge of an overworked muscle and a fleeting urge to pee. Every part of her body that touched her rapist's body prickled with nauseating heat, and every part that was bare felt as if it had been dunked in an ice bath. Her limbs felt at once desperate to break free and as weak as jelly.

She could already feel his spit drying on her jaw. She could smell it.

The stallion pulled out, dragging his cock along her channel until only the tip was inside her, and pushed back in too smooth and too fast, so much so that Silent Whisper didn't register the pain and violation until he was already pulling back out. She nearly choked on her on spit, coughing and hacking and breathing through her nose, once again tasting the foul reside of piss and cum caked into the jock strap in her mouth. He rammed in and out and she tried to escape again, struggling fruitlessly for ten seconds before sagging in her bonds, looking at the other stallions in the room to silently beg for mercy but only seeing expressions of amusement and lust in return.

The stallion groaned as his first spurt of cum filled her up, ramming in even harder for the second. It burned like lye inside her.

Every muscle in her body had tensed up into a wall of living rock. Just drawing in each breath was a struggle, and even as the stallion dismounted her, his cock slipping free with a disgusting *slep* sound, she felt as if she was drowning. She could feel something trickling down her inner thigh, the lukewarm, sloppy mixture of cum, lube, and a hint of her juices.

The stallion walked around to her face, and slapped her cheek with his meat. It reeked of musk, sweat, unwashed balls, and the bleachy, fishy scent of cum. She tried to move her head away, but he only followed and humped her more enthusiastically, before grabbing her fine, silky mane and using it to wipe himself clean.

She shrieked into her gag as the second stallion pushed inside her, having mounted her with such speed and enthusiasm that she hadn't noticed the violation until his medial ring slipped inside her. The last stallion's cum had left her well-lubed, and between that and the relative slimness of this stallion's cock, he slid in easily. He took two testing pumps before fucking in and out of her in a desperate frenzy. All she could hear was the crack of his hips against her ass.

Silent Whisper could feel herself hyperventilating but felt powerless to stop it. Fast breaths became shallow breaths became no breaths as her vision crumbled at the edges, washed into nothing by black tides. The fucking wasn't painful, was far from pleasurable, and felt as if all the unseen strings that held her person together were being wound on a stick, tighter and tighter until the bonds frayed and snapped and whatever husk remained became a thing that couldn't be called Silent Whisper.

The world dwindled to pinpricks, and a rapist's seed filled her once more. Fragments of moans and laughter. Something unspooling, her tongue moved once more, and she could hear her own whines. She caught a glimpse of the soiled jock that had been pulled from her mouth, and a brown paper bag pressed against her muzzle.

"Breathe deep. We don't want you passing out. You don't want you passing out, because that means smelling salts and you won't like that one bit. Understand?"

She said nothing, but took a deep breath into the bag, held it, and then exhaled. They seemed to accept this. She repeated the process until the room came back into focus.

"I-" she started, cut off as a unicorn forced a ring gag between her lips.

"We want you breathing, not talking," the unicorn snapped, and then he giggled. "Well, I don't mind moaning or screaming, seeing how it's my turn..."

Silent Whisper whimpered as he mounted her, and prepared to be violated once more. He settled on her back and took a heady sniff on her mane. His breath felt hot as steam as he exhaled, stinking of wine and cigarettes. She gulped as the tip of his shaft touched her slit, but froze up completely as she felt several pulses of telekinesis slithering across her undercarriage. The whorls of force reached her teats and her clit, groping them both. It might have been meant to mimic the sensation of a mouth suckling her, but the only feeling it elicited was a disquieting itch.

“I will make you cum, changeling whore,” said the unicorn, his voice low and oily. “I will make you moan and pant and whine and scream, first from frustration and then from wonderful release, as your filthy cunt squeezes around my cock. I will teach you to scream my name, to beg for my attentions, to lick my hooves clean for the privilege of sucking the cock that brought you to such heights of pleasure. You will forget your past life, forget your hive and your loyalties, your thoughts and desires, and even as you become a broken shell of a creature and images of the proud being you once were flit in and out of your mind, you will crave my attentions too deeply to ever rise out of it. As you reach lows of despair, I will drag you to heights of pleasure you never imagined possible.”

She said nothing, but scrunched her eyes shut. The force on her nipples suddenly pinched and yanked. “Hlaaah!”

“But not tonight, slut.” He pushed half of his length inside her in a single stroke, making her cough in shock. “Tonight I’m going to use you, because you have not yet earned the privilege of being broken. You are and will always be a hole, nothing more, and tonight you will be treated as such.”

With a growl the unicorn hunched over and began fucking her, in fast, masturbatory strokes. He dropped the telekinesis and bit her mane, using it for leverage more than anything else as he pounded away into her. She drooled helplessly, each thrust itching and prickling, her whole body feeling as if it had been coated in something thick and caustic.

The unicorn panted and grunted as he raped her. Slowly the lubricant inside her was drying up, and as he continued to fuck her each stroke began to drag uncomfortably. Whatever threats and promises he made of orgasmic pleasure on her part, he showed no such technique here.

He spat obscenities into her ear as he came, filling her with jizz, twitching and spurting deep inside her. After resting there for a minute, grunting and catching his breath, he pulled out slowly. When he was out, he smacked her ass hard enough that she collapsed against her bonds before walking in front of her and presenting his jizz-slicked, half-hard cock to her face.

"Lick," he commanded.

The split-second of hesitation was apparently too long for the unicorn, who spat on her forehead and pushed his cock into her ring-gagged mouth. The stench of crotch-sweat assaulted her nostrils as he crammed his length inside, pushing into her throat, humping her face until he was satisfied that he was mostly clean. As he pulled out, a string of drool dripped from her lips to the floor, and the wad of spit on her forehead trickled down onto her cheek.

All three stallions looked at their prisoner, bound over the bench and thoroughly raped. She whimpered softly but didn't struggle, her head hanging down, her wings twitching softly under their sleeves, and her backside sticky with jizz, lube, and love-juice.

One of the stallions grunted. "Shit, it's going to be gross in the morning, her snatch is going to be claggy as anything. We should have came in her mouth."

"Yeah. Hey, I got an idea," said another. He walked off to the side and grabbed an empty bucket from the edge of the room, which he placed between and below Silent Whisper's haunches.

Her eyes went wide as she was mounted a second time. The stallion struggled and wriggled to force his almost-hard cock inside her, but with some effort he managed to hilt himself. He settled in comfortably, resting on her back, not humping away, not moving at all in fact.

"You're gonna love this," he snickered into her ear.

Something swelled up inside her, thin and hot and liquid. He was pissing. Silent Whisper's heart froze, and to her shock and disgust she felt the night's first twinge of real, actual pleasure as she was used as a urinal. The piss trickled out between them, first pittering and then splattering into the bucket below, mixed with the other various fluids.

Her rapist pulled out with a sigh of pleasure, wiped his cock clean, and spat in the bucket before picking it up and bringing it round in front of her. All three stallions shared sadistic smiles with each other as the unicorn picked up the sweaty jockstrap that had earlier been in Silent Whisper's mouth.

"I'm sure you know what's going to happen now," he said, telekinetically lowering the rag into the bucket of piss, cum, and fluids.

"Hlah," replied Silent Whisper fearfully.

The jockstrap came out dripping wet, and was quickly pushed into her mouth. She immediately gagged on the taste. Cold, musky piss and bitter cum, the slimy texture, the synthetic taste of lube and disqueting hints of her own juices, all the stink of a used jock from earlier, plus a dozen other similarly gross notes. They sealed her muzzle shut with tape before she could spit it out, and as her tongue tried to push it away it only squeezed out more gross liquids for her to taste and swallow. She looked up at her tormentors, pleading, but they only spat in her face and laughed.

The stallions walked out of the room one by one. The last one out stopped in the doorway before turning out the light.

"See you in the morning, slut."

The door shut behind him and Silent Whisper was alone, bound and in total darkness.