Best Of Friends, Worst Of Places

Black

What I wasn’t expecting was to be awoken by the feeling of a stallion’s weight pressing down on me. As well as two more of them on Icepick. We were fitted with collars, which Icepick was kind enough to inform me were in fact explosive collars, and marched out of our cell without a ghost of an explanation as to what was happening. Oh, and I forgot to mention the blindfolds. These undefined ponies lead us through the streets. I remember being lead underground, but if I slowed at all they kicked me. Icepick was in the same boat, I thought that I had felt terror before, but at least I in the past I had my senses.
After a short while we were pushed to the ground, they removed the blindfold with telekinesis. They had taken us down somewhere. The number of soiled uncovered mattresses and crates just laying in every direction. Then one of them struck me on the rump with a rubber coated baton.
“Time to break both of you in for reals.”, a voice I recognized as belonging to our cell Guard. Immediately, I felt them hoist me into an upright position. One of the slavers moved swiftly to get underneath my hind quarters. I didn’t really know how they wanted me, but I could tell that they wanted me. All around stallions had their things pointed at me and they were dripping fluid. When I made a gagging noise the closest one to my muzzle twitched. “Hey bring the bigun’ over!” And with that Icepick was beside me, and she was still standing up awkwardly. A stallion got under her barrel, and with that they pulled her down with her back against his stomach. It wouldn’t have been stable if the other stallions were holding onto her legs.
The stallion under me grabbed my flanks and drug me down, I knew I had a second before-
“Fuck!” I yelled as he speared my plot hole on his hard cock. There was no gentleness to his movements. Spindle was clumsy and uncaring for how I felt. This guy, was being rough and trying to hurt me. I felt tears welling up as I clenched my teeth hoping to tune out the pain. I was only dimly aware of my forelegs being pulled up and my fetlocks hooked around another penis, each.
To the right of me, I could hear Icepick being fucked roughly. With a peek at her, I could see a stallion pumping into her pussy and another slamming into her ass from under her. Before I looked away I saw one of the stallions rubbing his cock on her hind hooves give me a gap tooth grin. I moaned in pain, he had broken something in my ass.
He seemed to speed up as my hole oozed blood. The stallion to my right began bucking his hips against my hoof, the rough texture of it seemed to help him get off. I was overwhelmed by the pain. I just tried to hold on, hope they’d be done soon. I just tried to think of Velvet and prayed she’d managed to avoid these ponies. I didn’t really care if I could get her back as long as she avoided this celestia damned place.

I then felt cum hit my face, splurts of it, all over my face.

“That’s not good ‘nough.” The buck to my left, opened my mouth with his hooves before rearing up and stuffing my face. I immediately tried to gasp for breath and panicked, which only seemed to egg them on. The one in my ass, began to start bucking as fast as he could. It was like he was trying to bounce me on his dick.

Before I could finish that thought, he had filled my face full of cum. Soon after the one in my mouth fired. I couldn’t help it, I started to cry. The buck under me pushed me forward as the one in my mouth left. I fell onto my face as the two kept firing cum onto my abused body. Everything was sore, and with an ill-advised look behind me I saw the blood stained shaft of my rapist. I just lay there, exhausted and broken as even the stallions began pulling out. I took in a few breaths before I felt another one step over me, lower himself on top of me and push his tip against my folds. I didn’t even react outwardly as he pushed in and began pumping. I only turned my head to see how Icepick was holding up.
She was taking it, but taking it better than I was. She too had some tears showing, but she seemed to be keeping herself together, even actively holding her pose as they kept pumping, kept dumping more of their seed into her holes. To the point of it oozing out steadily. My eyes fluttered shut, and when I opened them again, I was being carried through some hallway by a stallion. I was still very sore and the pain was still actively throbbing. Trying to look around, I spotted no trace of my friend and, well, this place was wholly unfamiliar to me. I just let them drag me lest they decided to get right back to violating me. No point fighting so many ponies at once. I closed my eyes and just listened to their hoofsteps. I heard them opening a door, and heaved a sigh before I felt myself getting tossed, presumably into that room.

I passed out. The pain was over for now.

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It’s Chitin All The Way Down…

They had dragged us out of our cell in the middle of the night, given us slave collars and other unspoken indications of leading us out of the building. Sure enough, they marched us outside and to a different part of their slaver town. My unicorn roomie looked just about terrified as they led us on to one house’s wine cellar. I could see where this was going, and hoped they’d at least go easy on her. No sooner than we’d reached the bottom of the stairs, we got to see the full setup. Yup, filthy mattresses and all sorts of bondage devices.
In a quick motion one of the bucks got on his back, and with him and another stallion they laid me back down onto his barrel. I could feel his rock hard shaft under me.
“Ya ready ta get canned?” He said rhetorically as three others all stiff as steel surrounded me.

“If you lost the accent and regrew some teeth you’d be almost attractive.” I said to him, completely aware of the consequences.
They let us take in the sight for a moment before we were both violently forced to take it in the back door. The hot burrowing sensation of a hard buggering hit my brain just as the stallion at my cunt shoved himself in without any kind of warning. In another place, I might have been able to enjoy a gaggle of horny stallions… This wasn’t one of those times. Their wild thrusts pushed me deeper onto the other stallion, just as the other stallions got themselves situated.
To my right, a large stallion placed his hooves on my head and my jaw, he turned my head sideways and thrust his cock against my lips. With a loud grunt of annoyance, he moved his hoof down to my throat before pulling it back and getting my on the neck.
With a load moan of pain my mouth opened and he shoved himself in, all the way to my throat, before uttering a threat. Down south another stallion had grabbed one of my hinds and was stroking himself on it, his tongue hung out and his cock twitched. After another ten seconds he exploded all over my leg and my hoof. The fact that he dropped down to his legs and began licking his cum off my hoof drew my attention away from most of the sensations.

Pip in particular seemed worse for wear, having barely recovered from her time with Spindle. Looking at her face, she was trying to stay conscious, but failing. They were trying to be as forceful as they could, judging by their movements and the entire way they went about it. Still, this was the kind of treatment we had been told in training to expect in case of capture and I decided to suck it up and bear the whole ordeal. Yep, she was unconscious now, and the stallions hurriedly finished inside her before slapping her hard across the face and loading her on one guy’s back, who then took her out of the room.

As for me, they began getting impatient.
They finished inside me, on me and elsewhere, and pulled out, leaving me a sticky mess covered in and filled with their fluids. Their cum ended up coating a large part of me. I just stared blankly ahead, these were criminals and deviants, and by the codex they would pay. Apparently, they didn’t like my blank expression.
Started beating me with their rubber baton, punching, biting. Yelling right in my face. I did my best to just stay sullen, only giving them a questioning look in return. I’d probably regret this later but unlike Pip I wanted to show them I was strong. The beating got worse. They began grabbing me, shoving me over, and dragged me across the room. Beat me with chairs, anything they could get a hold of nearby. They seemed to eventually run out of steam, and instead opted to put a bag over my head before starting to plough me once again. They were noticeably impatient. I felt them beating my chest, kicking me in the gut, now screaming at me. This went on until they simply dragged me out of the room, and hauled me all the way back to our cell.
Whatever these assholes were, they weren’t very patient, they could hit, but they couldn’t keep hitting. That was their problem.
And as I made my way back into my cells, with a warm ball of spit streaking my coat as a parting gift from the stallion that ‘normally’ let us out. I couldn’t help but worry for Littlepip, she still wasn’t back. I knew in that moment as I crawled up on the musty pile of hay that I had to make it out, and I needed to get her out. Whatever she was she didn’t deserve this.