Sweet Apple Discipline

Mac walked up to where Apple Bloom was forlornly licking at Scootaloo's thighs and pushed his sister away. "Go sit on Sweetie Belle's face," he ordered, looking at Scootaloo's pathetic figure. She hung limply from her arms, twitching and groaning. Mac pulled at a knot in the rope and let her drop to the ground. She hiccupped from the shock of the fall, crumpling down in a heap despite initially landing on her feet, her guts cramping up from the piss enema, her arms still bound painfully behind her.

Pushing her on her side, Mac stood over her and put his foot in her face. She whined but opened her mouth to meekly suckle his big toe as he admired her broken form. Her bronze skin bore marks from the whipping and her shoulders were not just swollen and red had but purple bruises starting to bloom. She had strained both of them at the very least and probably dislocated one. Her dark purple hair was plastered to her head with sweat, whole body glistening with perspiration, belly swollen from the enema.

"Open your legs up."

She did, but couldn't stop them from shaking. He could see her asshole clenching around the plug, and her pussy glistening with juices. Mac pulled his toe from her mouth, took out his belt knife and cut away all the bonds around her arms, making her cry out in pain as they flopped down, no longer secured in place. He shut her up with a slap and she snivelled, eyes scrunched shut, desperately trying to not make any noise or do anything that will incur more punishment.

He sat down next to her, then laid down on his back and told Scootaloo to mount him. She obeyed, trying to slide a knee over him, but he stopped her.

"Stand up and squat down over me."

Tears trickled down her face as she tried, spasms of pain going through her shoulders, her stomach cramping up, legs already exhausted from holding a stress position while she'd watched him rape her friends. She stood with her legs either side of his hips and started to bend her knees, letting out a whimper of terror as he lifted his cock, pointing it directly at her snatch. She flinched as if slapped when it touched her, biting her lip with tears running down her face as the cock began to spread her open. She grit her teeth to force the too hot, too hard head inside her, and though she wasn't dry there could never be enough lube to make a cock that thick feel comfortable. Mac gasped from the tightness while Scootaloo stood in place, partially impaled and unable to move down any further.

Mac grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his dick. Her eyes went wide, mind too overwhelmed to scream, just coughing and zoning out. Her tunnel clung to every inch of him like hot velvet until he could feel himself bumping up against her cervix, with an inch of dick still to go.

"Git goin', slut," he barked, slapping her tits a few times to rouse her from her shock. She strained to push her legs up and lift off the cock, feeling every bump and vein on Mac's tool, then struggled to stay stable as she sunk back down. When she tried to rest for a moment, he poked a finger into her enema-swollen belly. She pumped up and down slowly, each movement straining her already-sore legs until she collapsed onto his chest two minutes later. He slapped and pinched her until she stumbled to her feet again, and got another half-dozen pumps before her legs gave out.

He abused her some more to motivate her but it was fruitless. Even when he put his hands around her waist and dug his thumbs into her swollen belly, all she did was scream and twitch her legs.

Mac rolled her onto her belly and climbed on top of her prone form. He pushed two fingers from each hand into her mouth and hooked her cheeks, pulling her lips back into a painful grin, then used this grip to pull her head up just enough to lean over and spit on her forehead. As the mucous slid down into her eye, he settled his hips over her butt and jabbed forward until he could feel himself pressing against her warm, wet snatch. Scootaloo gave a quiet sob as his cock spread her cunt open once more.

This position was pure bliss for Mac. It was supremely comfortable, his entire body resting on top of her prone form, the slightest flick of his hips enough to bury his whole length inside her, and its comfort was only matched by the suffering it put Scootaloo through. The poor girl was completely smothered underneath him, each stroke slamming down on top of her, making her piss-filled guts cramp up as she was compressed between his hard body and the hard floor.

Even though he'd had two orgasms already, Mac felt himself approaching the third. He loved what he'd done to Scootaloo. She wasn't protesting or screaming or even crying, all her usual vinegar and fire was gone, crushed out and ground into nothing. As her cunt squeezed tight, almost painfully tight, around his cock the only sounds she made were subdued bleats from each thrust pushing the air out of her lungs. Her whole body was quaking, but she was otherwise completely limp under him. Even as he increased his pace, smashing his hips into her ass and nipping her ear between his teeth, she made no protest.

Mac groaned as he came, filling her cunt with his seed. "I own you, whore," he growled into her ear. "You're mine forever."

He finally pulled out of her. His cock was coated in sperm and juices, tinged pink with blood, so he wiped this mess off and smeared it over Scootaloo's face, then stood up. He saw his little sister hugging and comforting Sweetie Belle, he saw Sweetie Belle staring off into space, and Scootaloo... was breathing at least. He drank from his bottle of water--he didn't want to get dehydrated after all that exercise--and walked over to the door of the barn to stick his head out.

"Y'all can come in, now."

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon walked into the barn with cruel, gleeful grins. Diamond had a camcorder running already and Silver Spoon took a camera out of her jacket pocket, and they began to document the atrocities. Apple Bloom's face of hurt, betrayal and misery, Sweetie Belle's disoriented and fearful expression, Scootaloos souless, deadened stare.

Mac forced each girls' legs apart, showing off pink-and-white tinged pussies and Apple Bloom's sore, puffy asshole. Silver and Diamond held their noses as they recorded Mac pulling the plug from Scootaloo's ass, rousing the first real sounds from her since she'd been raped, the poor thing howling from cramps as the enema drained out into a bucket beneath her. Every mark and bruise on their bodies was carefully examined and photographed.

They arranged one final position. Mac laid on his back with his legs spread. He pulled Apple Bloom between his legs and pushed her face into the crack of his ass, he ordered Sweetie Belle to suck his sweaty balls, and forced Scootaloo's mouth over his half-hard cock.

As the trio tepidly licked and sucked, Diamond looked at the three miserable girls through the video camera and said, "Girls, say 'thank you Mac for correcting us'"

By now, all three knew better than to take their mouths off him.

"Thmp yuhh Mhhk fuh crhktn uff..."