Arid wind filtered through her nostrils, body still in shock when she came to. The Neverbound Desert, she remembered this place- she thought. It was at least a day from where the she was being held.
She jerked her left arm and recoiled at a tearing muscle. Her eyes moved to a nail pinning her palm to the arm of a crucifix.
Memories tried to breach the surface of her consciousness, but only broken bits managed to make their way through. Excruciating pain, a breakout attempt, maybe something about being made an example of coming from the taskmaster.
A silhouette approached from the distance, a delicate woman wearing an oddly pointed hat, pulling a cart behind her.
Her hat blew off, but she ignored it as she wandered closer. She came into sight from behind the sand veil, the girl wore a purple cloth cape spotted with poorly sewn stars, and a slim, powder-blue dress. An rough cut gem hung from her necklace, a bright diamond at least the size of her eye.
“Please, Celestia help me down from here...” An exhausted, refined voice poured over her lips.
The girl smirked, shaking her head as she looked up her. “Trixie finds it funny you ask for help.” Her hand gently brushed her thigh under the short breezy-white skirt. "However... She does find you... adequately presented."
"I don't– I–" A finger snaked its way across her underwear. She turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her thighs together. “No – please."
The wind picked up, lifting her dress shirt to show her flat stomach, sharp hip-bones and rows of defined ribs. Her deep blue hair whipped across her eyes.
Trixie reached to unbutton the shirt from the collar.
"Mmm..." she moaned, tensing her shoulders and drawing back.
“Trixie is not a tolerant master...” She moved her hand over the girl's thigh and felt a rough, fresh mark.
She winced again, her abs tensed.
"Trixie finds it hard to believe such a creature would be branded with diamonds," she said, digging her nails in.
"Ah!" Rarity flinched. Tears came to her eyes as a hand reached up her shirt, cupping her breast.
Trixie watched her struggle, every movement made the nails dig further in. Rarity's fingers were curled and quivering, her ankles bolted together and into the cross, twitching in pain.
Rarity relaxed her thighs, her arms dropped limp, hands catching on the nails.
Trixie grinned and leaned in to kiss her skin.
She slid her other hand up her dress, slipping two fingers past her panties.
Rarity moaned back, rolling her head into the cross.
Rarity tightened her whole body as three fingers found their way inside her, one after another. She whimpered.
“Don’t disappoint Trixie, be a good girl...”
Rarity swallowed, her mouth dry. She could barely make any sound at all, but the deep lick was enough to make her moan. Trixie’s tongue pushed down through her panties, then started to pull them down with her teeth.
Trixie's fingers pushed in and pulled out slowly but with force.
Rarity's whole body jerked as Trixie's tongue finally touched her skin. She couldn't help but tear up as the metal nails tore into her.
Her tongue circled delicately and she moaned as Rarity reacted. She dug her fingers into her hips and left red streaks with her nails as she pulled down her panties.
“If Trixie takes you down from there... You will behave.”
Rarity looked down with pained eyes. She turned to one hand, then her feet. She nodded.
Trixie stood on her toes to stroke Rarity's cheek. She closed her eyes and placed two fingers on her forehead. She breathed out slowly.
Rarity watched as the nail pulled free from the wood and released her hand, the wound freshly opened. With one hand free, she grasped for the board that held the other. She could feel her heartbeat in her palm as blood started to leak from the scab. The other nail ripped out and she felt herself drop, desperately grabbing for the back of the cross. Her hands throbbed as she held herself. With a sigh, she looked down to watch the bolt through her ankles twisting in a magic field.
Fresh injuries formed from the previously healing holes, she bit her cheek to redirect her mind’s focus. Her best efforts to lower herself from the wooden structure failed, leaving her face first in the loose sand.
Her clothes caught the sand like fly paper. Her body shivered hard. Propped on hands and knees, Rarity was able to speak through the tremors and troubled breathing, “Th-Thank you...”
“Do not thank Trixie, worm.”
Rarity clamored over the sand, pulling on the bottom of Trixie's dress. “Oh, but I am truly grateful for–”
A ringed backhand cut her off. “Down!” She wiped the saliva from her hand on her dress.
Rarity touched her lip with an open hand and glanced at her quivering fingers. She shook her head. She lay her hand on Trixie’s thigh. “Here let me...” She used her other hand to pull her underwear down and moved her face closer.
Trixie violently grabbed hold of Rarity's hair, pulling her head away and lifting her to her knees. “Trixie decides when you will touch her!”
Rarity arched her back and grabbed for her hair, sniveling.
Releasing her, Trixie threw her on her back. “Clothes: off.” She said softly, brushing her bangs away. She wrapped her fingers around her wrist to play with her bracelet. She looked down her nose at Rarity fiddling with her skirt.
Rarity breathed heavily, massaging her stinging palms, staring up at Trixie.
“You may touch Trixie,” she said, picking her teeth.
Red rings marked the path she crawled to Trixie. She rose to her knees, flinching at a breeze.
Trixie placed her hand on the back of Rarity’s head, running her hand through her hair, forcing her closer. Her breath grew heavier, chest heaving as she leaned in.
She brushed over the soft hairs and dragged her nails over her smooth, almost juvenile skin, grabbed at every curve. She propped her head up with one finger under her jaw.
Rarity sighed, leaning into her hand, letting her eyes fall shut.
Trixie bent down. She tightened her grip.
Rarity wrapped her fingers around Trixie's wrist. She tried to swallow. Nails dug into her throat. She gasped and leaned in more. One hand reached under her dress. She felt herself thrown back again a second before her head hit the ground. She rolled onto her side and grit her teeth hard.
"Trixie sees you enjoying yourself, you little whore." She stepped closer.
The side of her face stung in the sand as she struggled to hold herself on her elbows.
Rarity shot up up to all fours again when a second fingered pushed in, the third make her draw back.
“Ah!” Her arms gave out, letting her collapse on her face, shins buried in the burning sand.
She closed her eyes, feeling the pain from the overworked muscles throb.
She fought to breathe, inhaling sand and coughing hard. “I can finish you after... Please...” She rocked her hip bones hard into her clit. "I can't– I–" she stopped moving, her eyes rolled under her eyelids, her legs tensed hard.
“Trixie is so close...” Moaning and panting, she rose to her knees, the dress rolled up around her waist. She pulled a gun and slid it into Raritie's
around Rarity’s neck and pulled her onto her back. Sprawled out on the ground, she soon found herself in the most terrifying moment of her life.
Trixie shoved the gun into her throat, the sick woman shoved her hand into her own cunt, getting off to the sounds of the life being choked out of the one that loved her.
The barrel of the gun touched the roof of her mouth, she cried loudly, gasping for air and screaming a garbled mess of unbridled terror. The end was nigh, with all her energy she tried to rip the thing away from her, pull Trixie off, squirm to safety. There was nothing left, nothing at all, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of a happier place before the rush of air to her brain.
The moment the slide kicked back, viscous, ruddy fluid erupted from the innocent female’s skull. Shattered bone lashed out with unrecognizable bits and pieces, pouring grey matter on the murderer’s body. From the nose, a river ran red, painting both the sand and the slim body with the color of death. Eyes rolled upwards, lids remaining open as only the whites remained visible.
Violently casting the weapon aside, Trixie’s hands wildly tried to finish her off, as she bathed in the life of another. Dropping the body, she rolled to her side. “Mmmmmmmm!” She bit her lip hard enough to cut it deep, screaming in pain and lust, every single bit of her ultimate fantasy satisfied.
Orgasm came harder than she had ever experienced before. Making no effort to stifle her vocalizations, she pounded the sand with her right fist. Not one muscle was under her control, she stiffened and rose towards the epicenter of the pleasure as clear liquid gushed from her. The finger of the goddess Celestia seemed to reach out and bless her for her crime against humanity. “Yes! Fucking... YES!!!” She bellowed at the sky, thanking the world for this unbelievably perfect moment which seemed to last for eternity.
~~~~~~~~~
When she awoke, the body beside her lacked the form it once had. The eyeballs were cleaned from their sockets, along with much of the internal workings of her head; perhaps by the buzzards. A new color was stained into her raggled locks of hair, still quite beautiful. Trixie struggled to regain her full consciousness; sight returned slowly, her ears rang, and her head spun. Shifting her dress back into position and patting off the dust, she contemplated leaving this place, leaving behind the beauty she knew as Rarity.
Not once did it even cross her mind that what she had done was wrong. A truly twisted individual walked the dunes that day, and a truly unlucky girl was destined to sate her demented thirst.
She had never intended on staying. There was no way she would be found out, being a traveling saleswoman who never settled down anywhere for more than a day, but in a way she thought she should thank her, maybe go visit her.
To leave was to never feel such joy again, but to stay was... well, to decay with the one she loved. Loved? Had she just thought that? Yes... She believed she was in love... Pulling the partially buried silver piece from the ground, she laughed to herself, imagining tides of blood flowing from her orifices. Staring at the shell casing inches from her feet and teasing the trigger, she licked the end of the gun.
