The Fall Of Adagio Dazzle
Chains.
When one person is within the linked clutches of twisted metal, it was often hard to move or get away from it. Chains were always used to keep hold of anything that required safety from any harm being done to something fragile within its grasp. But, they carried a terrible reputation for all other purposes.
This rope of death was used in many occasions that involved in multiple acts of torture, keeping its prisoners in its grasp until the deeds were done, and even then would still be in them. It's still being used today in many countries by means for slavery, keeping the clad iron bound to their ankles, arms and necks to have control of not only their slaves, but their willing hope for any chance of freedom.
Adagio Dazzle was in a similar predicament, being only in complete darkness. She knew about the thin chain that was clasped around her neck. It was noticeable when she tried to get up and find out where she was, and when she tried to move, it yanked her neck and caused her to reel back to her original spot.
She sat there quietly with her legs between her arms, feeling the silence consume her fear. Why did this had to happen to her? It’s not like she did anything after she lost her powers some time ago to those… Rainbooms.
Of course she’s one to be narcissistic and a one-sided asshole, but that was just her nature. She couldn’t be blamed by the people who just needed to hear the truth about what they really were. That’s their fault for being that way anyway. But one had the audacity to try taming her?
Adagio felt anxiety eating away at her, waiting in wherever she was in absolute solitude. She didn’t even knew how long she’s been there. All she knew was that she woke up and immediately felt the chains; this brought her an undesirable sense of distress and perturbation,slowly bringing her to the peak of madness...
Adagio grabbed onto the chain again and frantically pulled on the tough bond. She kept pulling and pulling, the metal clanking but not budging. Her husky grunts were loud, showing her stress and fear growing the longer she stayed there. Who would want to do this to her? Why did they want her? This wasn’t fair!
“Let me out of here!” she yelled, continuously pulling onto the chain. It made her feel hopeless and violated, being someone’s pet for their own usage. Her, as someone’s plaything! She had to keep trying; she didn’t want to give herself off like some whore who didn’t have a choice in saving their beautiful body. She still wanted to flaunt her attractive housing to the ones who’ll never have the chance to touch it...
Maybe that’s why she’s there now.
“LET. me. out…” She fell to her knees, tired and sore. Her short panting was a sign that she gave it her best, and all of it was for nothing.
Suddenly, she heard something click and instantly, light filled the room. She could see the door that led to her way out in front of her on the other side of the chamber, the way to freedom. But the chains made it a very rocky road to travel. She took in her surroundings to find that she’s locked inside of a cemented small space with a used wooden table, a lit TV on top and a metal chair behind it, all being on the corner of the room.
On the TV was a video of some sort, but the unnerving irritation in her eyes made it hard to look. She got up from the floor, her chain causing much discomfort, and walked as far as the bond would let her.
Getting closer, she rubbed her eyes to make sure she was seeing clearly. Before her was a video of… her sisters.
Her heart sank all the way to her stomach, her eyes staring horridly at the screen. Whoever this was knew a good amount of her already, making her feel more uneasy and furious. Was this supposed to be some sort of joke? Or were they looking out for some revenge? What revenge was needed? She already lost a lot, including her powers. Now they’re going after her family as well?
“They are rather cute aren’t they?” Startled by an unsettling presence beside her, Adagio jumped away from the TV and looked toward the door. There standing in front of her was a cloaked being, the top of their visage covered with its shadow, but their grin was obvious and felt menacing.
“Nice and fleshy… No wonder boys ravish them.”
“W-Who are you?” Adagio demanded to know, trying to show no fear against her unknown host.
They laughed. It was feminine in nature, yet hard to distinguish. “That is not important… yet.”
Adagio tried to break free again, but the strength of the chains were too strong.
“If you hurt them..,” she threatened with a husk, continuing to struggle with her binds, the iron starting to graze her neck.
They snickered and adjusted their hood as they moved, ensuring utter secrecy. Watching her churn was a pleasure far too great to behold for them. She noticed this because she always did this to her victims. She became skeptical to their intentions, and with good reason.
“You are quite the challenger, Adagio Dazzle. I haven’t met anyone so confident in their own power. So likely to win, only to watch it slip from their fingers…” they gently put their hand over Adagio’s cheek and caressed her smooth skin tenderly. “... now you are just pathetic, worthless, and even tied up in chains.”
“That’s because you tied me up!” Adagio yelled.
“Perhaps… But, you did that to yourself after you lost the Battle of The Bands.”
“Look, are we going to go down memory lane or are you going to tell me what you want?” She was starting to lose her patience.
The figure chuckled darkly. “Very well.”
Lifting the veil of their lower cloak, Adagio couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.
A cock. Long, thick and ready to penetrate. It stood proud, twitching as it’s veins were there for her to see. If it had eyes, it would be staring right at her. Never in her life had she seen something so powerful, so lengthy. It was horrifying, yet also quite tantalizing at the same time.
Adagio was trembling. “H-How? I thought you were-uh… But I… W-What kind of creature are you?”
They walked down in front of her and grabbed her chain, hood swinging across there face. They gently pet Adagio’s hair tenderly, brushing her as if like they were a suitor carrying a delicate flower, before forcing her head against their thigh, their appendage right next to her visage. It twitched, every vein throbbing as it awaited her lips to caress it.
“Again, that is not important… yet. Just know that this lovely piece of equipment just can’t wait to feel what it’s like to be eaten by a Siren.”
“You want me to give you a blow job… as if!” The siren huffed, trying to pull away, only to be forced back.
“I believe you have no choice in the matter. Otherwise, your dear sisters... well, they might get hurt...” the cloaked figure hovered over Adagio, their cloak blowing menacingly around them. “... in the most vicious, painful, and brutal way you could possibly imagine.”
Adagio’s eyes widened in fear. Even though she loathed her sisters as blithering idiots, they were family... She looked at the TV once again to look at the only beings she loved. This fear was enough to make the mysterious figure smile deviously as they spoke once more.
“Now… shall we begin?”
Adagio stood there as they looked down at her, their vintage cloak fluttering behind them as they looked down upon her with a savage grin.
“I-I…” Adagio could not find words to express her fear and anger. All the insults and threats were pointless and if she tried anything, her sisters will suffer from her actions. All hope was pointless.
“... fine, whatever.”
The unknown figure was appeased of her response, grinning. “Excellent.”
The figure raised their arms to spread their cloak wide, leaving only a hardened cock ready to invade their much attractive victim.
Adagio reluctantly grabbed onto their penis, feeling it twitch in her warm gloved hand. She felt disgusted and humiliated for having to do this, but the deed must be done. The cloaked figure just stood there, showing off their member in full force as the cape billowed behind them.
She pulled the skin back and smelled the sweet aroma that filled her nose with unprecedented attraction towards her hooded captor. She wasn’t going to admit to finding this somewhat appeasing, but the scent gave her at least some comfort.
She finally wrapped her lips around it and slowly bobbed her head, stroking it ever so slowly with rhythm. She couldn’t afford them being upset of her dire performance. Everything needed to be perfect from beginning to end, otherwise something would happen to Aria and Sonata.
Adagio was moving everywhere when it came to this simple blowjob that her cloaked adversary required. Her tongue touched every part of the sensitive skin that she knew would cause pleasure. It wasn’t that hard to give thrill to anyone who carried an appendage of decent size, she found that out immediately after hearing their shuttered moans of ecstacy.
She couldn’t help it, but she was enjoying herself as well.
Her captive hummed from her thorough execution. It was proving beneficial. “I must say, you have one excellent mouth for this. Is this how you earn your keep these days?”
Adagio pulled her mouth off immediately and looked up at the cloaked individual, anger filling her very being. She was even close to squeezing their appendage as hard as she could for such a vile assumption.
“Of course not!” She argued. “If I had my siren power, I wouldn’t need to do this at all.”
She felt their hands on the top of her head and her hair extention. She somewhat regretted her decision to argue, but she wasn’t going to be talked to like that, even if she didn’t have a choice. She was willing to try.
“Well you obviously have power, you just need more training. Luckily for you…” They pulled her head closer until she got their dick back in. Adagio tried to fight back, which made them force it. “I can provide it… slave.”
Slave? She was no slave, she was Adagio Dazzle, leader of the Dazzlings. Queen of The Sirens! The most beautiful and gracious of her race! For generations she had lived, seeing civilization rise and fall, and yet always remained master of her fate. But this person, this horrid shadow wrapped in a veil of robes, dared to consider her nothing more than a mere slave, something so low, so inhuman. Her anger rose, she wanted to protest, she wanted to strike back.
But she couldn’t, and that was a harsh reality to take in.
She found her breath shortening as the figure pulled her in and shoved their dick in her hot throat, going deeper than even she would’ve imagined. She felt the long dick begin to make the trip deep down into her throat. It stung at first causing her to choke, but as she began bobbing her head and taking it in at deeper strokes, the more natural it was starting to become.
Keeping up a good rhythm, Adagio looked up to see the darkness in their eyes, bright and cyan. It was still hard to see who this person was. The only thing clear was there sick twisted grin as they leaned in closer to shove in even more cock.
The build up was slower than she could imagine. The sound of heavy breathing and grunting echoed throughout the entire chamber, making them sound like a wild animal playing with its prey. It was so undignified. There was no class, no honor, nothing. Just a predator and their victim.
Their determination was quickened and made haste to a timely end, their breathing becoming more husky and shuttery. They were getting close to having Adagio serve her purpose.
“So close,” They said. “I’m about to give you exactly what you deserve.” Adagio felt her throat sore from such a violent act inflicted upon it, the chains not making it any better. She could hardly breath and take in a conscious thought at this point. But she still with no doubt had it in her mind that this was terrible. She was being abused, by someone who was under her. If she had her magic once again, none of this would’ve happened to her, and her sisters wouldn’t be in danger.
If only there was someone that could help her in this dire predicament. She hated to think of anything as such, but she needed it. Just one person is all she needed.
The figure began to quicken their pace. Holding onto her hair with a firm grip, they shoved in there member as deep as they could. Adagio could feel every inch of their dick go down, widening her throat so that it could fit such a massive rod.
“I’M CUMMING!” The spurt came even before they said such horrid words. It was warm and salty, sticking to the crevices of her mouth. Their untrusted plague infested her to their appeasement against her will.
She was sad to admit it; she enjoyed it as well.
The adrenaline was so much for the stranger that their hood flew back off their head, squelching every last bit of cum into the Siren’s throat until she couldn’t take anymore, and it didn’t even stop there. As their cock removed itself from her mouth, it ejaculated onto her sweaty face and got in her eyes, making her reel back from the harsh sting. Cum was everywhere, Adagio’s hair, her clothes, even on the wall behind her. It was a complete mess.
Through her slightly blurred vision, Adagio looked up and her eyes widened with shock as she saw an array of red hair with yellow highlights flowing in front of her.
Sunset Shimmer.
Her gawking slowly diminishing, Sunset looked down at her and smirked deviously as her semen trickled down Adagio’s mouth. “Surprised? You should be.”
Once her dick was mostly dry, she wrapped herself within her own cloak and looked at the Siren with pure malevolent intent.
“So, how did you enjoy my little gift?” Sunset hissed, giving her a sinister looking grin..
Adagio took a moment to regain her composure before looking up. “S-Sunset Shimmer… H-How... Why?”
“Why?” Sunset burst out laughing. “How stupid are you?”
She began to walk around her, each step she made echoed in the room. Sunset was a cat who had captured her mouse, and now she wanted to play with her food before making one last strike.
“Do you like my cloak? It’s the one I used when I tried to steal Princess Twilight’s crown. A symbol of the old me I know… But, the old me wanted to come out one more time just to see you,” she said in a sickening sweet voice.
Adagio spat at her. “Bah, I saw you at Canterlot High. You were nothing more than uh…. a…...”
“Daww, can the little siren not breath because I turned her into a cock sock?” Sunset cooed, putting her fingers over Adagio’s cheeks and squeezing them roughly before tugging on her chains so that she felt them graze around her neck. “Pathetic.”
“I would have been Queen of that pathetic school of yours,” Adagio lashed out teeth gritting.
One thing Adagio didn’t expect was a swift kick to the face from Sunset’s hefty boot. She was knocked back on her back, looking up in agony as her heavy chain laid atop her. Her tongue was caught between her teeth when Sunset made contact to her bottom jaw, making her bleed profusely.
The last thing she saw was Sunset looming over her, Laughing as she put her hood over her head, she loomed her foot over her face once more.
“Long live the Queen.”
Author's Note
Shit
