Author's Note

Contains: Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Daring Do

This tiny fragment is the remnant of an idea I had that was never to be realized, where Daring Do finds herself trapped in a ruin that is designed to punish intruders in kinky ways.

Daring's Adventure

Daring gasped, and her eyes widened, as the plugs intruding into her started vibrating. The powerful stimulation reached deep into her core, robbing her strength away. She sank to her knees as they wobbled, fearful that she would fall otherwise.

The proud explorer hated the realization that a part of her was actually enjoying this. The primal, animalistic, one-track-mind part of her genetic heritage only cared that her holes were filled and stretched in a way she would ordinarily find positively yummy.

That repressed part of her mind was coming to life, roused from its slumber by the incessant vibrating in her loins. She slumpedto the side, ending up lying on the soft, latex-like floor of this cell. Her hips bucked involuntarily and she moaned into her gag, thought and reason slowly fading away. They were replaced with growing desperation and need.

Oh, Celestia, I can feel them. The plug inserted into her slit stretched her out, filling her cunt with aching pressure. The bumps and ridges adorning its sides dug firmly into her inner walls and its knotted base flared out even wider, locking it firmly in place.

Daring strained at the bands encircling her wings and arms, pushing against them with all her might, but hey held firm. Frustrated, she rolled on the floor, digging her bindings into the ground and thrashed her shoulders, torso, and free limbs. Her efforts found no weak sports, though, and she ended up lying on the floor still bound and plugged as well as out of breath. I can’t get them off . . . too tight. She knew she should be concerned by this, but it was becoming harder to focus. The damned plugs kept her from forming a train of thought that lasted more than a few seconds.

She planted her hooves under her and tried to rise, but her muscles quivered weakly and she soon found herself back on the floor. Gazing at the ceiling, its uniformly grey and latex surface indistinguishable from the walls and floor, she was forced to admit that she had no idea how to escape. Her eyes closed and she surrendered to the inevitable.

As if sensing her submission, the plugs altered their vibrations.Their tempo increased to levels she hadn’t even conceived of. The waves of vibrations were palpable now, flowing through her entire body but centered on her most sensitive regions. She grunted as her inner walls clenched, as if trying to milk the toy.

Finally, the point of no return was passed. Daring’s insides melted and arcs of pleasure shot through her entire body. Her toned muscles bucked and strained against her bindings again, lost in the bliss of her release, and she screamed her approval into her gag. Her pussy clenched and strained and twitched, enfolding the toy that had suddenly fall silent.

She fell silent, wrapped in the afterglow like a warm blanket on a cold night. The plugs had fallen silent and weakness pressed down on her, as if she had had the vitality drained from her. Her eyes drifted closed, and soon darkness crept in as Daring fell into sleep.