Author's Note
The following fetishes will found below: Kidnapping, Non-Consensual, Whipping, Torture, Choking, Bondage, A Few Others Perhaps Left To Be Determined.
A Stranger I Remain
"Raise and shine, Littlepip, you've slept long enough."
Littlepip was stirred from a chemically induced sleep as ice cold water splashed across the entirety of her body. She took a sharp raspy gasp in shock and thrashed about against her restraints. Her eyes opened only to see darkness, "What's going on, where am I," she asked, terrified and lost deep in a cloud of confusion. She tried to illuminate the darkness with her magic, but only to find out she had not the ability to wield it.
"Tenpony tower, darlin'," answered somepony with a deep charming voice that had a heavy Southern Equestrian twang to it. The figure moved about, examining Littlepip's body thoroughly as they circled around her completely. "Ya might find yer' magic isn't workin'," the pony ran a hoof down her back and stopped at the base of her tail,"Yer' horn is fine... just got one of 'dem fancy anti-magic rings onnit'," the pony explained as the hoof moved away.
Littlepip was hoisted up by her forelegs, leaving her body stretched out with a wooden stool just barely enough for her to rest her hind hooves on. "And why can't I see anything," she asked, having already assumed she was blindfolded, but she was trying to stall for time as she figured out a way to escape. At the moment, things weren't looking good.
The figure moved in front of her, she could feel his warm humid breath on her face, "Yer' a smart cookie... I'm sure ya done figured that one out."
Littlepip's thoughts raced wildly through all sorts of ideas. If only she could utilize her magic, she could simply teleport herself away. She was finding herself at a loss for a means to get out. "Okay, then tell me why you've brought me here... what's this all about... and what you plan to do with me," she asked.
There was a chuckle from the stranger, "Haha, askin' the same question twice, huh? Guess that's your nerves gettin' to ya." The kidnapper's horn crackled with magic as they invoked telekinesis and floated something over from the table. It was a rolled up black leather whip, "Well darlin', ya' should know you've made a lot of enemies." The whip was allowed to unravel across the floor as the pony moved in closer." The unicorn used magic to stretch a portion of the whip taut, then dragged the cold hard leather band over her bare back. "Well, one of 'dem enemies hired me to take care of yah all nice n' good."
Littlepip shivered as something cold ran across her back, she couldn't tell what it was and she wasn't sure she wanted to know, "So... are... are you going to kill me," she inquired as she swallowed a knot of fear in her throat.
The stranger let out another soft spine tingling chortle, "Nah, I ain't no hitpony," the unicorn moved the taut leather whip down, being sure it firmly caressed over her anus and marehood. "Think of me as some sort of... disciplinarian for hire." Suddenly, the whip was moved away and upwards then wrapped tightly around Littlepip's neck. The pony tightened it even more, grinning as the mare started to gasp for air and her body jerked.
She gasped for air as she found herself being robbed of the ability to breath as the unknown assailant strangled her. She coughed heavily, " ... So torture, then," she said as she regained her voice. Her stomach was still churning in disgust even after being briefly choked from the sensation of something grazing against her intimate areas.
"Precisely, my dear," the focus of the unicorn's telekinesis was now strictly on the handle, the lash of the whip falling limp to the floor. "Now it ain't nothin' personal, I'm just the hoof hired cause of mah expertise in these things." The stranger demonstrated this so called expertise, skillfully flicking the instrument before landing a loud resonating strike that sent a white hot rush of pain across Littlepip's back.
Littlepip howled in pain, again pulling against the ropes keeping her body held up and her fore hooves restrained. Her heart raced and her mind became muddled by the pain she was feeling. It wasn't the worst pain she'd ever felt, but it certainly ranked high in the list!
"Now just relax, we've got about another four to go and then I'll let ya' rest before we continue," The whip cracked loudly in the air, then came rested for a seconds. The unicorn giggled just as the whip landed with another loud resonating crack across Littlepip's back, leaving an x shaped welt.
Littlepip bellowed in absolute anguish as pain tore through her back. Tears ran down her cheeks and were absorbed into her blindfold. She was terrified, she was in a pain that she'd long since forgotten and her resolve was far from what it was when she was saving Equestria. "Please... s-stop," she pleaded, her voice stuttered as the mare winced as the welts on her back now throbbed.
"Now now, darlin', we're almost done," the greasy voice comforted her. The whip would paint three more terribly wet sore welts across her back. Each time, the mare's body danced in pain and a instinctive desire for escape. Though was none though and the strange was seemingly unsympathetic about the cruel torture he was putting her through.
Littlepip screamed in torment as the fifth and final lash found her back. She wheezed and coughed through her heavy sobs and her heavy breathing. She didn't even notice when her bladder gave out from anxiety and she started to urinate all over the stood she was forced to carefully balance herself on. She said nothing more, remaining quiet... almost as though her will was broken, but in reality there was still some fight in the mare. She started putting back together the pieces of her cracked psyche, fighting through the terrible pain that would be linger for hours.
"See, all done... now ya'll just take it easy while I go and consult with my friends," the unicorn released the telekinetic spell on the whip, letting it fall to the floor as they trotted toward the only door beside a two way mirror. Once inside, two other figures regarded the so-called disciplinarian.
"I didn't know you could be so cruel," came the tender, but stern voice of a mare.
The figure beside the mare nodded, "Yeah... aren'tcha been a little too rough? I mean, I don't exactly get it, but even I think it's a little too much," the figure replied in a more muscular voice that carried the same Southern Equestrian twang as the mysterious unicorn.
"She's fine, she can take it. I know her well enough, inside and out," replied the disciplinarian pony who's voice now drastically sounded much more feminine. It was soft, gentle and caring, but that didn't precisely match the grin she was wearing. "I'll let her rest a little before we continue."
The other mare nodded, looking through the two way mirror at Littlepip as she was left alone in the dark with only a spotlight to directly above her. "I'll... go keep her company... and make sure those awful lashes didn't break the skin."
The disciplinarian pony seemed to regard the other mare for a moment, "No talking, you can't disguise your voice. No healing magic either or you'll join her," she said sternly.
The other mare stared back, tempted to say something, but even she knew better than to challenge the unicorn in a battle of wits. On top of that, there was probably some truth to that threat. Secondly, she wasn't exactly sure if her male companion would save her or just help the unicorn in her endeavor.
Author's Note
The Following Fetishes Can Be Found Below: Voltaic Torture.
High Voltage
"Seven thousand volts, are you mad?!"
The figures of three ponies entered into the room only an hour later. One was holding some fancy crystal rods with large metal orbs on the end.
"Those.. those aren't what I think they are, are they," inquired the unicorn whom earlier was concerned for Littlepip's well being.
The disciplinarian unicorn grinned much to the other's disappointment as she clanked the orbs together, causing several arcs of electricity to crackle through the air between them, "Oh they are, don't worry, they're only charged for seven thousand volts. It won't tickle, but I'm pretty confident it'll get the job done."
The caring unicorn let out a panicky gasp, "Seven thousand," she moved up toward the disciplinary pony aggressively, "You could make her heart stop with that much! She's not the same strong mare we knew during our adventures, Homage." Velvet's eyes glowered down at Homage with burning spite.
Homage stared deeply into Velvet's eyes, "This is suppose to feel real, Velvet. If I don't push the envelope, she'll start to suspect something." Velvet offered the crystal rods to Velvet, levitating them in front of the smokey gray unicorn. "If you think you can do it without letting your emotions get in the way, then here.
Velvet took them into her control with her own magic and stared quietly at them. She then turned her gaze to Homage, "Fine, I'll do it."
Homage was stunned into silence, but then her muzzle twisted up in a grin, "Oh... is this us finally getting a peek at Velvet Remedy's darker side," inquired Homage with a purr.
Velvet rolled her eyes and remained quiet as she went into the chamber where Littlepip was.
"Well now, still here are ya," Homage's horn glowed as she invoked her voice manipulation spell, "A good mare does know to stay put when she's told." She kept checking out Velvet every other second with a glance as they both drew closer to Littlepip.
Velvet rubbed the metal orbs on the end of the crystal rods together which caused small arcs of electricity to jump into the air and quickly disperse. She eyed Homage, saying nothing as she nodded her head.
"Now I want ya' to relax, darlin'. This next bit probably won't be as bad, but it ain't gonna' tickle either," Homage eyed Velvet, her lips remaining still but somehow able to relay her directions directly into Velvet's mind. "Start with her marehood, but don't let the orb touch her skin. The harder you press, the more volts it'll discharge."
Velvet shot Homage a look scornful scowl, but did as directed as she used her magic to spread Littlepip's hind legs. Once her loins were exposed, she very carefully traced an invisible line along those soft black fleshy lips. Little sparks of electricity jumped from the orb and crackled across Littlepip's marehood.
Littlepip convulsed and her body trembled uncontrollably as electricity shot through her nether region. It was a different kind of pain, but pain never the less as her muzzle gaped in a silent scream. She was still running high on adrenaline and endorphins.
Velvet felt sick to her stomach, but remained vigilant as she focused all her attention on the task at hand as she moved the ball back and forth along her friend's marehood. It was only then she realized something that had escaped her attention up to now. Littlepip was... winking at her and further more, droplets of heavy arousal occasionally dripped from her lips. Velvet blushed hotly and took a step back. Her telekinesis dispersed in her loss of concentration.
Homage acted quickly, snapping the rods up with her own magic before they had a chance to hit the ground. She sighed in relief, then stepped next up to Velvet with a grin as she looked at her. "I told you she's fine... she's enjoying it, but we're not to let on that we've noticed," Homage telepathically reminded Velvet. Then, without any warning, she presses the metal orbs into Littlepip's back.
Littlepip whimpered in relief as the torture of her marehood ceased, only to find herself thrashing about uncontrollably as a heavy dose of electricity was now fed directly into her back. Her mane and tail went straight, consciously being aware now as she pissed on the stool for a second time. She whined loudly as it stopped as quickly as it started, but could still feel remnants of electricity crawling across her lash covered back. Her cheeks were hot and red, humiliated that she had lost control of herself and had urinated in front of her kidnapper.
Velvet snapped a glare at Homage, whom looked sickeningly delighted as Littlepip flailed about violently. She was enjoying it, she found arousing excitement in inflicting pain on the pony whom she had declared her love for and married. There was only a slight comfort in knowing that Littlepip somehow was savoring the torture she was being put through. Velvet shook her head and turned to Littlepip just in time to see her friend tinkle. She looked concerned, her horn glowing as she swept her magic across Littlepip's body and looked for any real threatening side effects. She just sighed contently when she realized nothing was seriously wrong.
Homage looked to Velvet as she noticed her horn glowing, but relaxed once she realized what precisely her friend was doing. She looked at Littlepip dangling there, the welts still quite fresh on her back... humiliated, but she could still sense her lover's will was quite intact. She smiled knowingly, leaning in and then snapped her teeth down into the flesh of Littlepip's rump.
Littlepip yowled as the pony's teeth sank into her tender derriere, biting the flesh harshly that it caused a sharp pain. It quickly faded away as the pony relinquished their vise like grip. She was at last allowed peace to gather her thoughts once more, but remained quiet as she had since the torture started. She had nothing to say, she was more focused on keeping herself from mentally breaking down until the pony was either finished or she managed to think of someway to escape. Sadly, it looked as though it'd be the former of her two options.
Homage utilized her magic once again, "Well now... yer' holdin' out pretty well there, Littlepip." Homage circled Littlepip, Velvet in tow as she surveyed her lover. She offered her little Lightbringer a soft playful kneading with the tip of her hoof into her warm and extremely moist marehood. This elicited a moan from Littlepip, much to Homage's delight. Homage turned to Velvet and nodded to the door, "All right now... I'll be back for our next lil' session soon enough. Get a little shut-eye in the mean time, my dear," Homage spoke as she continued to disguise her voice with her magic before both disappeared into the smaller adjacent room.
