Daring Do and the Griffin's Seed

“You should be flattered,” Ricardo said more smoothly than the feeling of silk on bare flesh, “For I have chosen you as the most worthy of my desires. You are the one mare in the whole world I would chose to take to my bed and to bear my offspring. I believe I have chosen well indeed and my timing has been very fortunate.” He sat his drink on a bedside table and slid between the mare's legs.

The griffin grabbed her thighs in his claws and inhaled deeply. The dark griffin churred deep in his throat. “You may not be willing but your body betrays you. I have had my filthy minions kidnap you at the right time indeed,” he purred. He opened his beak and engulfed the mare's crotch. His long pointed tongue slithered out and touched the mare's puffy slit. Her clitoris jumped as her marehood winked involuntarily. The pegasus felt a whinny escape her lips.

She struggled against her bonds and tossed her head against the silken pillows and the bridle that held it down. The griffin made a loud slurping sound as he drank in the sweet mare honey escaping her slit. He wasted no time taking her whole crotch into his beak and penetrating her with his tongue. The pointed tip curled up inside her and massaged the firm spot deep inside. Despite herself Daring Do found herself feeling some enjoyment in the midst of such humiliation. She couldn't believe she'd been captured and turned into a brood mare for such a mad creature. Her marehood spasmed around his intrusive tongue.

The blissful torture was never ending. He lapped her wildly flowing cunt until she could take it no more and then kept going and going and going. “No! No more!” she begged, “I can't take any more!” she screamed. Nopony heard her or nopony cared. Here in this beautiful prison there was no hope and no escape. The licking went on and on until she found herself sweaty and crying. Tears poured from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She couldn't stop sobbing even as her body reacted to his ministrations.

When the mad griffin's beak had finally tired of lapping her honey hole she breathed a brief sigh of relief. However, being a good villain, Ricardo did not end the torture. “Aah, you are so sweet my darling. I hope you have enjoyed this as much as I have,” he said and laughed, “Perhaps it has been both pleasure and pain for you but this is only the foreplay of our union.”

The griffin stood over her and slipped out of his silken jacket revealing a muscular feathered chest and furry sculpted abs. Below that he sported a rock hard erection that Daring looked upon with horror, despite being unimpressive compared to any reasonably endowed stallion. Copious pre-cum dribbled from his pointed tip studded with fine white spines. Were the situation not so dire she would have turned up her nose and snorted at such a puny example of colthood. Considering her situation she couldn't imagine things getting much worse. Then she felt him on top of her.

He didn't waste any time slamming himself into her tortured hole. The real pain came when he pulled out, only to drive himself in deeper. His cock tore at her insides each time he withdrew. It made her burning hole feel like a red hot iron rod had been shoved into her. Then he thrust again and again and again. Unlike virtually every time she'd been with a stallion she wished he would finish his business at last and be done with it. The torture went on and on and on with each thrust of his hips.

He grabbed her sides with his claws and began making feral growling sounds as he thrust deep into her. At last he dug his claws right into the soft flesh of her sides and snarled aloud. She could feel something warm filling her tortured tunnel. It was almost a relief but filled her with even more horror. The pain may have been coming to an end but another horrible prospect was just beginning.

She really was in estrus. What if his plan succeeded? What sort of monster might she be carrying just a few days hence? The prospect was just too horrible for the mare to consider. She did her best to turn her mind off and ignore the possibility as he lay panting on top of her, his prickly member tore at her insides even as it shrank and withdrew. She felt a warm puddle forming between her legs. He lay on top of her a long time before rolling off.

Daring heard a cork popping. She kept her eyes tight shut. The pain between her legs was terrible. Then she felt a cold silver cup pressed to her lips. “Drink to our union and our future offspring my darling,” he said.

Over the next few days the attendants and maids fed her and washed her and took care of her personal needs. That is, between preparing her for visits from Ricardo in the morning, noon, and night. His visitations became more brief but more repulsive to Daring until her emotions seemed to shut down and she felt completely numb. It was as if she were drifting through a nightmare rather than really there.

Whenever the attendants let her use the bed pan she tried to squeeze the monster's seed out of herself. Not being able to see what came out, she wasn't sure if it accomplished anything but she had to try. She fell into a state of complete dejection. After a few days he had her brought to his bedchamber and simply cuddled next to her. He wrapped his wings around her body and whispered sweet nothings about their future child in her ear. She seemed to hear him from a distance through a haze. The whole captivity seemed so unreal. She'd been captured many times but always escaped without being put through such torture. Had she lost her mojo?

Eventually she was surprised to be left in a luxurious room all alone. A very muscular dog removed her bonds and left her on a bed with white silk sheets. She lay staring at the high ceiling. There was a spiral staircase up to a higher level and windows half-way around the room. The other half was mainly stone book shelves. They'd left her in a tower high above the sea. She lay awake for hours as the beams of sunlight played over her body. Her coat was scrupulously clean and brushed and her mane only slightly messy. She found she had no energy at all. Some time later she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.