Crimson Prose

Hatter grumbled, his head really hurt. That was normal, he had likely been drinking or something. But something was not right. His body felt strangely comfortable. His eyes snapped open as he looked around. He was on his back with his limbs sprawled out to the side, his back curved at an odd angle on the cold stone floor. By Celestia was it comfortable.

He stood up, and there was a clanking noise from behind him. He turned, frowning at the thick iron chain behind him. Hatter followed it back to where it was set into the stone wall. It was a dark room, made of stone, it had chains in it...

Yep, this was a rape dungeon. He tugged softly on the thick leather collar around his neck and chuckled softly. Suddenly a candle flickered to life, lighting up a small wooden table with two cushions set out on it. Sat at the table was the mare that had managed to knock him out. He nodded to her before speaking. “What’s up?”

She did not seem phased by his casual response in the slightest, waving him over to the table with a hoof as her crimson eyes peered into his soul. He grinned softly, sitting down at the table across from her. “Say, can you add some more padding to this collar? It is starting to chafe.”
She chuckled at his words “You will not be keeping up that attitude for long,” She pulled out her kitchen knife, “Especially once I start playing with you.”

Hatter smirked “You can play with me all you want sweetie.”
Suddenly her horn glowed a bright crimson, the kitchen knife slashing across his cheek. He winced, blood dribbling from the wound and down the side of his face.
“Rule one. You will call me Crimson Prose, Mistress, or Mistress Crimson. If you don’t, I will slay you.”
“Baby, you can slay me any time you want.” He replied with a seductive wink, and suddenly there was a knife buried in his shoulder.

White hot daggers of pain shot through his body, which was weird considering he had been stabbed with a knife. A pained grin spread across his face at his own insanity driven thoughts as he fell back onto the floor, a hoof clutching at the knife as stars danced across his vision. He could hear screaming faintly in the distance, he was confused for a moment before he recognised it as his own.

To top it all off, rather then rushing to his brain, his blood decided to rush to his penis. It throbbed to life slowly between his legs, the pleasant sensation drowned out by the pain. He managed to prise one eye open to glare at the travel sized appendage between his legs, before it snapped shut as the knife was torn out of him. Blood slowly rose out of the hole, staining his ash gray fur a darker shade.

He prised his eyes open to look at Crimson Prose, who was currently stood above him, one strand of pink hair flopped over her eyes, which were locked in a disgusted expression at the horse meat between his legs. “You are a pathetic creature. I expected more from the Trottingham terror.”
Despite the pain, and against what little better judgement he had, Hatter managed to retort with “Oh… How.. Sweet… You are using my… Criminal name. Must be hard knowing you will… Never be as good as me.”

That got one of her perfect white hooves planted straight into his foal orbs, turning his words to a scream, and finally into a screech. “You forget, I just beat you. Now. Tell me your name.”
“H-” Hatter begin, getting another kick in the balls.
“Wrong!” Crimson screeched, her crimson orbs staring crushingly down at him, like gateways to some hellish dimension filled with rage. “Your name is Bitch, or Slut. You got that.”
“This sure is kin-” Another sentence cut off by agony, his balls now throbbing, bruised and beginning to swell. He bit onto his hoof to prevent himself from crying as her magic suddenly wrapped around him.

With the chain rattling loudly, Hatter was sent flying backwards until he smashed into the wall, bringing him to an abrupt stop. He was so dazed he did not even notice Crimson approaching until his mind stopped spinning, and by that point she was right in front of him. She had gotten a hammer and several short lengths of pole from somewhere, and was grinning sadistically at him. No matter how much pain he was in, her smile still looked beautiful. “I am going to teach you a lesson, make you into my toy, train you until I am the only thing that brings you pleasure in this world. Then I am going to send you from the mortal coil while you scream my name and beg for more.”

Hatter was about to make another witty remark when a length of the pole floated over, pressing into his left forelimb, just above the hoof. Then he realised what she had in mind, and suddenly his mind was tripping over itself, witty remarks and puns leaving him. Then her laugh rang out, smooth like chocolate, sliding into his ear like honey, making his cock throb in lustful awe of this mare.

The heavy sledge hammer swung forward, driving the length of metal into his flesh with a spurt of blood. He started screaming and her laughter jumped an octave, the hammer swinging forward again and driving the pole down to his bone. He could fucking feel it against his bone! This was sick!

Thankfully, one of his bouts of insanity found him just then, and he was laughing too. His insides felt fluttery and everything seemed so very funny. Crimson did not seem to see the funny side, her laughter winding down as another of those seductive scowls matted her face. She hit the pole so hard it shattered his bone like sugar glass and dug into the concrete beneath. Even his insanity had enough by that point, his screams returning far higher in pitch. She smiled again, giving it one final smack that made his vision turn white. And then she moved to his other forelimb, and darkness begin to edge into his vision.

Sweet unconsciousness would take him soon, and it would all be over. His head slumped forward, all the pride and wit leaving him at the same time as his strength. He tried to black out, to not notice how sore and dry his throat was, how his hot life blood was dribbling down his broken limbs, or how she was now working on his hind limbs.

Her horn glowed brighter, and suddenly unconsciousness was snatched away from him, his screeching starting anew as his vision cleared, every injury in his body once again warning him that he was being damaged. He begin cursing her, spittle raining from his lips as she worked on the final limb.

Hatter was now spread eagled, pinned to a wall with all his limbs screaming at him. Yet, as she finished on his final limb and stepped away, his screaming stopped. His head might have been slumped forward, but even so, Crimson still caught the grin that was spreading across his face. She let out an audible gasp of shock that only made the smile get bigger. “What in Celestia’s name is your problem?” She asked, her voice showing hints of panic before she regained her calm. “No matter. This is only going to make breaking you that much more fun.”

Hatter raised his head, grunting with the effort before finding his voice “Cannot… wait.”
Her knife stabbed into his right hind leg, just above where the pole was, making him throw his head back and curse. It was not deep at all, only barely breaking the skin, yet with all the pain already happening, it was more then enough.

And then the knife begin to move upwards, driving more curses from him as he begin to writhe like a fish out of water. Each movement made the poles move inside his wounds, driving the pain higher like a terrible symphony. His eyes fluttered, the knife moving up in time with his screeches, stopping once it reached his hip.

He thought it was over, until she peeled his skin back like a banana, exposing the raw, red muscle beneath. It convulsed softly in response to his pain, and burned at being exposed to the air. She pinned the flaps of skin back, dissecting him like a frog.

His eyes would not open at this point, but he could tell when she started on his remaining hindlimb. He was barely suppressing his screams at this point, and had managed to surprise even himself in doing so. His teeth were sinking so hard into his lip that blood was now dribbling from it, joining the flow from his cheek as it dripped to the floor. There was now a small puddle forming with the mix of blood from all the various wounds, and the tears he had not realised were dripping down his cheeks.

She finally finished, stepping back to admire her work with a smile. Hatter was panting, his eyes were rolled back in their sockets to almost show the whites, and yet he had done it. He had defied being broken, and he had not even begged once in doing so.

She floated out a container of some sort, he was seeing double so he could not quite make it out. He blinked away the tears in his eyes, forcing them to focus on the object. He instantly regretted it. It was a large tub of salt, and not even the good sort, the kind you would use to de-ice a road!

This did make him beg. “Oh Celstia… Fuck! Please… Don’t No…. I… Please...” He spluttered, staring pleadingly down at her. She just gave a cold smirk, twisting the lid off the tub.
“Say my name. Beg, beg to be my slutty little snuff pet.” Hatter was beyond witty remarks by this point.
“Please… Mistress… Crimson. Have mercy on,” He had to pause, trying not to spit out the next words like the poison they were “On your slutty little snuff pet.”

She seemed pleased at this “Good boy!” She praised, following it with a smirk that wiped out all of Hatter’s hope. “But not good enough.” The container tipped, the salt pouring from it in a cascade of agonizing crystals. It touched the bare muscle of his legs, and scream could not even describe the noise that left Hatter’s throat.

It was not a noise that a pony would make to warn everything around them that they were in pain. It was a noise that a pony with no hope would make, simply because it was better then doing nothing, and might help to block out even a tiny portion of the pain.

But it did not do anything for the indescribable sensation tearing Hatter apart. Crimson had emptied the tub, and was now rubbing it into his tissue with her magic while staring up at his hope deprived eyes. Hatter barely noticed that one of her hooves was buried between her hind legs, openly masturbating to him.

Hatter realised at that moment, that somehow, he was still erect. His own body did not seem to care if it was being damaged, it was still focusing on the other base desire that all animals had. He realised just how helpless he was, and he also realised that sooner or later he was going to break, and it would be better for him if he did it sooner. Her magic suddenly cut off as she stared at his tiny cock.

“This is adorable, even in the state you are in, you still cannot defy how much you want me.” She trotted over, and Hatter tried to shrink back into the wall. He was starting to feel light headed from blood loss, and he was sure that if he kept at it, he could die before she could do anything. Crimson licked her lips, standing on her hind legs. Her muzzle stopped an inch from the base of his shaft as she leant on the wall.

“For being a good pet, I will at least show you one inch of mercy, a taste of what you will get if you keep being good.” Hatter did not dignify that with a response, still sniffling and sobbing away as the salt dried out his muscle tissues.

Crimson did not dare touch his shaft with her muzzle, but she reached up one of her perfectly manicured hooves and pressed it to the base of his shaft, starting to slowly rub it up and down the modest member. Hatter might have been in too much agony to enjoy it, but his traitorous body did the responding for him, his shaft starting to throb happily against the frog of her hoof.

He suddenly hated the fact he had a hoof fetish. There was a small speck of pleasure however, and with the darkness of pain all around, it shone like a beacon. He swallowed up his pride and begin to softly buck his hips, grinding them against the rough base of her hoof with a pleased mutter between his gasps of pain. His balls might have hurt like Tartarus but it was clear he was going to cum from this.

Crimson realised that he was bucking his hips, and she stopped her stroking, simply letting him do all the work with a bored expression. Each thrust shifted the poles in his wounds and sent pain rocking through him, but with it came a burst of pleasure, and soon they melded together into one. Hatter groaned, arching his back as his thrusting got faster, his throbbing member rubbing against the hard keratin of her hoof, loving the warmth that radiated from off of her frog.

Soon his cock twitched, and pre spurted from the tip, pathetically drooling down it and onto her hoof, acting as a lubricate against the roof outer surface. This was when his thrusting really picked up, his light headedness was getting so bad he knew he could pass out at any moment, so he had to do it quickly. He ignored the pain, focusing only on the pleasure now.

His cock throbbed, twitched, but no matter how hard he tried the orgasm would not arrive. He groaned again and Crimson openly yawned at him, looking bored despite the fact her horn was glowing, rapidly and secretly stimulating her fun button.
“Slut, my patience wears thin.”

Hatter panted, groaned, back arching and then.

His left hoof slipped free of the metal pole that was running through it, and his other limbs quickly followed. The flaps of skin fared better, holding him up long enough to slam him into the wall before tearing.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. As his cock impacted the cold stone it suddenly let out a series of spasms. Pleasure tore into him, and for the briefest moment it managed to drown out the pain. He hit the ground in that moment, body curling up as his bare muscle tissue rubbed against the stone floor. His eyes rolled around in his head, and as he attempted to curl into a ball his cock suddenly sent thick ropes of stallion seed splattering along the cold stone floor.

Crimson stepped back as one splattered too close to her, watching the strange stallion as he convulsed on her floor in a puddle of his own blood and tears. She was glad that she had captured him, she loved a challenge, and he was certainly proving to be just that. He was going to be so much fun to fully break in.

She hit her own orgasm to the thought of all the games they were going to play, her magic finally over stimulating her clit. She did not convulse in an uncontrolled fashion like the slutty stallion before her, she just let out a low grunt, eyes fluttering as her foal hole milked a non existent length. She closed her eyes, riding it out with a content sigh before snapping them open again just in time to notice how much blood her pet had lost.

When Hatter finally came down from his high, he was sure that his body had finally hit his limit and he was going to pass out from blood loss, but Crimson must have noticed, because her magic wrapped around him, stopping the light-headedness, but doing nothing for the pain.

She looked down at him and smiled, “That was really fun slut. We are going to play like that every single day until I get bored and end your pathetic excuse for a life.”
Hatter’s hooves went to the collar around his neck as he gave a slow nod, clinging to the leather restraint like a comforting device. All this had worn him down, and he needed sleep. His eyes closed, and to his surprise, his Mistress did nothing to stop him.

Crimson gazed at the stallion as he curled up in his own rapidly clotting blood and begin to drift off to sleep. Such a strange creature he was. She got a weird feeling in her chest, and for a moment she was worried it might have been regret. But before she could decide for sure, it was gone again, vanishing into the abyss of her mind.

She floated Hatter from out of the pool of blood slowly, patching up his legs slowly with a spell, just enough to get them on the way to healing. Then she floated a cushion over from the table, placing Hatter down onto it.

She did not know what she was doing, but she moved over to him, noting the slight smile on his lips before she planted a kiss onto his forehead, just below his horn. “Sweet dreams Pet, sweet dreams.”
With that, she turned and left him be for the night.