Trapped Lightning

Two beers cracked open. Pigpen cradled his in his hoof, and took a swig. "Good to see you again, Thunderlane."

"You too, bro. Thanks for coming."

"Hmmfff!"

"So what's the problem? Looks like you're all set."

"I want a blowjob."

"Hffhmmfffff!"

"Don't we all, bro, don't we all. You need a ring gag?"

"Eh, see, I got a ring gag, but I kinda want a real blowjob, y'know? I want to see her put some love into it, not just lay back while I use her throat like a cunt."

"I get ya. It's not the same."

"Yeah, no lips, no effort, not knowing that she's got a choice..."

"HMMFFFFFF!"

Thunderlane sighed, walked forward, and smacked the bound mare on the side of the head. His hoof rang out and she teetered in her shackles. turquoise wings straining against her bonds, her orange mane plastered to her forehead with sweat. She sucked in breath through her nose as she glared at her two captors with utter loathing, her mouth blocked with a bright-red ball gag.

Pigpen chuckled. "She's a noisy one. How'd you get her?"

"A bunch of boring shit. I got blackmail dirt on her favourite cousin, told her we could work something out. I think she thought I wanted a fuck and a lapdance or some shit. She didn't think I'd drug her orange juice. She's got two weeks leave from her weather team, so I've kept her in the shed for the last few days."

"Hah! Dumb bitch."

"Yeah. She whines a lot and keeps acting all stuck up. Threatened to bite me if I stuck my dick in her mouth. Standard whore stuff, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know. So, what'dya need from me?"

"Well, for one thing, you're pretty good at persuading whores to 'see things your way' if you know what I mean..."

"And?"

Thunderlane smirked. "And if you can make her suck your dick, she'll suck any dick. No offence..."

"Hah!" Pigpen walked over to the bound mare, brushing his greasy mane out of his eyes as he inspected her. Her wings were bound to her side, all four of her hooves were held in manacles, and her whole coat was damp with sweat. Her nose wrinkled as he passed in front of her. He couldn't blame her. It had been a week since he'd last showered, after all.

"Okay, I know what she needs," said Pigpen, "gimme three days, and I'll have her eating outta the palm of your hoof, among other places. In fact, get your rocks off now if you're still horny, this lil' slut is gonna be indisposed..."

Thunderlane walked round the back of the mare, pushed his face under her orange-yellow tail, and took a heady sniff. "You hear that, Lightning Dust?" he said, as he placed his forehooves on her flanks, "You're gonna learn how to please a stallion."

Lightning Dust shrieked into her gag as Thunderlane's cock pushed into her cunt. She looked forward to see his filthy friend standing in front of her, masturbating furiously with his cock aimed at her face. The stench was incredible.

Her heart sunk as the first rope of scummy, sticky jizz hit her cheek. This would be a long week, for sure...

Thunderlane stood back and admired Lightning Dust. Her whole body shook with rage and disgust as thick, sticky cum ran down her thighs at one end and down her face at the other. She scrunched her eyes shut to avoid getting any of the garbage pony's foul jizz in them, and her nostrils twitched as the cooling, salty goo slid slowly down the bridge of her nose.

"C'mere and gimme a hand," said Pigpen, as he rooted through his supplies.

"Sure thing. Whaddya need?"

"First thing, stick this on her neck."

Thunderlane eyed the strange collar. It was made from dark leather, with a set of inlaid and obviously magical gems dotted throughout. "What's it for?" he asked, testing its weight in his hoof.

"A thing I had made. It'll monitor her vital signs and give her just enough air to keep breathing. When's the last time she had anything to drink?"

"I left her with a doggy bowl of water last night." He walked over to Lightning Dust and clipped on the collar, to muted protests. "I'm pretty sure she drank it all."

"Good, good." Pigpen walked behind the bound mare, carrying a canvas bag. He pulled an imposingly thick dildo from it, flared at the end like a horse cock, made of hard plastic. She yelped as he pressed the head against her cunt.

"She - still tries to - fight - it!" he muttered, twisting the toy clockwise and anticlockwise as he forced it inwards. He was rewarded with a moan of pure humiliation as the thick head slipped inside her.

"Yeah, she's pretty dumb like that," said Thunderlane. "I told her it'll only hurt more if she tenses up, but she doesn't listen. I don't think she really likes stallions, y'know?"

Pigpen didn't respond. Instead, he shoved the dildo in further, displacing a splash of jizz from deep inside her. After a minute of further pushing, the fake plastic balls of the toy rested against her clit.

"One more hole to go..."

He held up a buttplug as thick as a cooking apple, drizzled it with a generous helping of lube, and lifted Lightning Dust's tail. She tensed up, utterly silent, as the soft, pointed tip of the plug pressed into her ass. Thunderlane watched with a smirk as his vile friend forced the second toy inside her, marvelling as her asshole spread further and further to swallow up the dark plastic.

The screaming really started at the six-inch-thick mark. When it reached the thickest point, both stallions were glad that the shed was soundproofed, gag or no gag. Once it was all the way in, she began to cry.

Pigpen took a ring gag from his bag of goodies, sat back, and rubbed the metal ring over his sweaty, unwashed ballsack. He then switched out the ball gag for the new one as Thunderlane held her mane in place, too fast for her to shout or protest. She squinted at him with fear and loathing, trying to keep the sticky cum out of her eyes, dread growing in her stomach as he stood up on two legs and approached her with his half-hard cock.

It smelled foul. She had never found stallions attractive, and thought male genitalia seemed unpleasant at the best of times, but Pigpen's cock and balls were a new level of awfulness. The sweat and musky stink alone were bad enough, but Pigpen went beyond that, not just unwashed but actively dirty. She could see sticky patches of half-dried cum, matted fur at the base, spilled food, wiry, greasy pubic hairs, and grey, vinegary crud near the bottom where he hadn't washed his sheath. Her nostrils filled with the stench of piss, week-old garbage cans, rotten fish, dog food, and cigarette smoke. She could practically taste it.

His cock twitched to hardness, and a bead of cloudy precum swelled up on the tip. Lightning Dust swallowed, despite herself.

"Doing you a favour here, bitch," said Pigpen. "I'm cleaning you off before your training starts..."

Lightning Dust froze in horror as his cock touched her cheek, wiping away a streak of the cum he had left there before. Her eyes went wide as he pushed his cock into her mouth, cleaning off his jizz on her tongue. She was too stunned to throw up.

He tasted of sour milk, and all she could smell was bleach and eggs.

Thunderlane was beside himself with laughter as he watched his stuck-up teammate being force-fed jizz from an unclean cock.

Once Pigpen had scraped away all the jizz he could from her face, he stood closer, and pushed his sweaty balls against her face. She tried to turn away, and when he held her head in place, withdrew her tongue all the way to avoid tasting them.

"Listen bitch," said Pigpen, "you've got a choice. You can lick my balls, or I'm gonna fuck your mouth until I cum again. You'll swallow all my jizz, and if you try throw it up, I'll force-feed it to you through your nose. You understand? Do I need - ahhh..."

Pigpen's glare melted into a dazed grin as her tongue flitted out, tasting sweat, musk, and unwashed ballsack. Maybe there was hope for this slut after all...

After rubbing his spit-slicked balls dry, Pigpen walked round the side of Lightning Dust, grinning to himself as she tried to spit the vile taste out of her mouth. The ring gag made that task difficult, and she only succeeded in covering her chin with drool.

He placed a hoof on her side, gave it a testing wiggle, and then shoved her over. He burst out laughing as she toppled, cursing in pain as her head hit the floorboards. She squirmed, her bound wing in pain from where she had landed on it. Before she could regain her bearings, he was on top of her.

First, he removed the shackle from her right forehoof, folded her leg at the joint, and slipped a specially-made sleeve over it. Once tightened, she could only wiggle her half-limb. He did this for her back leg, and then attached a D-ring to a slot at the elbow and knee of each sleeve. With a carabiner he clipped the two D-rings together, compressing her body, forcing the ends of her two half-limbs to touch. He rolled her over, did the same thing to her left legs, and rolled her onto her back. She looked up at him with the wild eyes of a cornered animal. As nice as the view was, he wanted a different one, so her sat on her face, looking down her body.

She squealed as his balls flopped into her ring-gagged mouth for the second time and his ass-crack enveloped her face, but cut it short. Being curled up made her lungs ache with effort, squeezing out the air and limiting every breath. She had wasted half her air on that squeal, and with her mouth filled, the next breath she took would be sucked into her nose through Pigpen's sweaty, fetid ass-crack.

Pigpen paid little attention to the snuffles and struggles below him. He tied a band around the base of her tail, and secured a length of sturdy twine to it. After giving the dildos in her rear holes a few hard slaps and enjoying the rage-filled snorts and struggles of his 'seat,' he took the twine and fed it through a D-ring on her enchanted collar. He started to pull it through. Her lower back rose off the ground as the twine pulled her rump towards her neck.

Then, he stood up, and really started to shorten the twine.

After several more pulls, she tried screaming. A few pulls after that, she stopped. She couldn't scream. She couldn't even whimper. The bondage had her rolled up like a pill-bug. There was only room in her chest for an eighth of a breath, and each one of those had to be yanked in and barred from leaving. Her legs and wings were useless, black spots danced around the edge of her vision, and her muzzle was an inch away from the thick, hard dildo stuffed deep in her cunt.

Something warm dribbled off her brow, making her shut her eye. Thunderlane had walked over and casually spat in her face. He didn't even look down at her.

"Neato," said Thunderlane. "How long you keeping her like this for?"

Pigpen rooted around in his bag. "Oh, we're not done yet. Hell, I've barely gotten started. I'm just making her... easy to transport." He pulled out a square yard of sack-cloth fabric, placed a dish sponge in the center, and folded the cloth square over. With some more twine, he bound up the sponge in a small ball of the cloth, with the sponge on one side of the knot and the mass of the rest of the cloth flopping out of the other side. "This, my friend, is the fun part."

Lightning Dust could make no sound as the cloth-covered sponge was forced into her mouth. The rest of the rough fabric was pulled back over her head, completely robbing her of sight. She felt the jerky motions of him tying it off at the back, completing her blackout hood.

Her breath warmed the inside of the hood as she exhaled. When she inhaled, the cloth stuck to her nostrils. There were no air holes.

She was going to suffocate.

She thrashed frantically, moving her body less than an inch for her efforts. She couldn't cry out. Though she could pull air through the roughly-woven fabric, it just wasn't enough. The bondage alone was slowly smothering her, waiting for her to tire. The hood sped everything up. Even blinded, she could feel the room spinning, spots of white in the blackness.

She knew from training that she didn't have long. In fifteen seconds she'd pass out.

Her pulse was a snare drum behind her eyes.

Ten seconds.

Spikes lined her ribcage.

Five seconds.

Mind blotting out like a film reel on a hot plate.

One second.

No seconds.

She was still awake. Still in pain. Still about to pass out.

Another ten seconds passed.

She remembered the collar. A life support system. Just enough oxygen to stop her from passing out. They wouldn't let her breathe, and they wouldn't let her sleep.

The hood grew wet with her tears.

Pigpen and Thunderlane watched the show with detached amusement. Her struggles faded as her breathing grew weaker, and kicked back in when the collar infused her with enough magic to keep her awake. She made no sound and could only twitch. In all the sleeves and sack-cloth, she barely looked like a pony at all.

Pigpen took out a canvas bag, just big enough for the folded-up mare, and laid it out next to her. "Gimme a hoof with this, will ya?"

The two stallions lifted her in, pulling the sides of the bag up around her. Pigpen zipped it up halfway. Her hooded head could be seen inside.

"I'm gonna take her for a ride on the wagon today, get her nice and limbered up for a training session later. She's almost ready."

"Wait, she's still not ready? She's in the bag, dude, what else is left to do to her?"

Pigpen grinned at him, stood next to the bag, and aimed his soft cock at the opening. "You know I left a sponge in her mouth for a reason, right?"

With a laugh, Thunderlane took his place on the other side of the bag and aimed his own dick downwards. Two jets of piss flowed out, splattering directly on Lightning Dust's head, soaking into the coarse hood.

Lightning Dust felt the wetness spread, but she had no idea what was happening until the cloth soaked through at the edges of her ring gag, each gasp of air now tainted with the musky stench of urine. It soaked through into her mouth. She struggled in a new panic, but the thrashing of her tongue squished the sponge, drawing fresh piss into it, releasing a fresh burst every time she moved it. Wet, humid heat prickled her skin, and she realized with growing dread that this wringing-wet hood would only grow less comfortable...

Thunderlane looked down at the defiled mare. Her head was drenched, but so was the rest of her body. Most of the piss had settled in the bottom of the semi-waterproof bag, and was only seeping out a few drops at a time. She'd be soaking in it for a while, he mused.

"Now," said Pigpen, zipping up the bag and hiding the mare entirely from view, "this bitch is ready. See you in three days, pal!"