It was a cold, rainy night in late autumn. A constant drizzle had run throughout the day, and had since-grown into a full-on storm. Heavy rain was pattering against the window, making for a night in which ponies truly were glad to be inside.
Like a statue, Note Clip sat on her sofa, her deadpan look focused on the flickering television in front of her, watching what the repetitive evening program had to offer.
It wasn’t really her… favorite thing to do, as especially sitting still for too long without something to properly focus on was fairly annoying to the tall mare, but every now and then, she did enjoy just switching her mind off for a few hours and let the TV-program flicker past her eyes.
However, by now, having sat here for several hours already, she could gradually feel herself grow tired. Not in the classical way -she was among those ponies who needed very little to no sleep and still be at their full capacity- but growing tired of sitting here, doing nothing.
Promptly, she found herself contemplating what to do to keep herself busy before she could get bored -a state of mind she disliked with a passion- and slowly caught her eyes drifting over to the door leading into the adjacent room - her hobby-room.
Surprising as it may seem to some ponies, Note Clip did have one big hobby, other than keeping her home and workplace organized to perfection: the unseeming beige earth pony mare had a strong passion for building bottled ships.
No, really.
Something about the diligence and perfectionism required to construct one of those in a perfect, flawless manner spoke to her, and there was nothing quite as visually appealing as the sight of a completed ship she herself had constructed from start to finish.
However, despite the fact that she was close to finishing her latest project -a perfect replica of an 18th century-battleship- and she quite looked forward to seeing it completed, she simply… didn’t feel like it.
It might have been because of the weather outside -even though Note liked to believe she was standing above letting herself get influenced by petty things like this- leaving the fairly comfy, warm sofa didn’t really feel too appealing to her.
However, before long, a new idea of what she could do to… entertain herself popped into her head, and with the ever-emotionless expression on her face changing by just a millimeter, the lean mare arose from her sofa, leaving the television running, knowing that she would be back soon.
Just a few moments later, the heavy metal door leading to the basement creaked open, and without so much as a brief sniff of the cold, moist air, Note Clip stepped into the darkened room and slowly walked down the stairs, one of her hands reaching out and flipping the light switch as she walked by, and leading the basement to get lighted up by a single light bulb.
Arriving at the bottom end of the stairs, the sound of heavy rain hitting the small barred window, Note walked over to one corner of the bare concrete room. Her eyes drifted over the solid metal table standing in the middle, images of the mess she had made right there just yesterday filling her mind for a second, and the realization that, already, the entire room showed not a trace of what had happened in here before, filling her with a faint satisfaction.
As much as she enjoyed doing what she did in here, the mess it entailed was a pain to clean up more often than not, and the order-loving mare oftentimes had to apply quite aggressive chemicals to get the stains out of the floor and walls.
However, satisfaction about the restored cleanliness filling out her mind, she walked past the table, and over to where a large dog bed was lying in a corner, and on it her beloved pet - Sparky.
If Note were one for emotions, she was sure there would be a smile forming on her face as she saw Sparky raise her head, and look at her mistress, her eyes widening and ears folding back.
“Hello, Sparky.” Note Clip said softly as she stopped in front of the dog bed, her face straight as ever, her voice not showing any hints of what was going on inside the mare.
Sparky, in turn, just gave a low whimper - the poor thing seemed quite distraught just from Note Clip’s mere appearance.
“Would you like to come upstairs?” Note asked softly, her voice once again sounding neither friendly or caring, nor threatening or malicious, even though her inflection made it quite clear that this hadn’t really been a question.
And indeed, when Sparky just gave another whimper, her small body beginning to tremble in fear, Note Clip wasted no time in crouching down, wrapping her hands around Sparky’s midsection and picking Sparky up off her bed. The pet, not even daring to protest or struggle, merely gave a soft whine as Note held her in her arms like an infant, her wide eyes beginning to tear up in primal fear.
“Don’t worry Sparky.” Note said softly, repositioning her hand and leading over the sore spot on Sparky’s back, gaining a brief whimper form her in return. “I got you.”
Note’s words, calm and un-threatening as they were, did little to calm poor Sparky down, and she merely continued to silently shiver away as Note Clip effortlessly carried her in her arms -she seemed to be quite strong for her slim, narrow build- and walked out of the basement, turning the light off and closing the door behind herself.
A few moments later, a being that had at some point been a cheerful, carefree young mare was lowered onto the sleek, modern leather sofa, her still heavily shaking body giving a twitch as her exposed backside made contact with the chilly surface.
Electro Beat whimpered again as the… the beast that had turned her into this lowered her helpless body onto her sofa. She had long since given up on trying to resist - being a quadruple amputee with only stumps left where two perfectly healthy arms and legs had once been -courtesy of the monster that was Note Clip- there wouldn’t be much she could do other than wiggling like the helpless little sausage she had been made by Note.
She didn’t know what was coming now; why Note had taken her out of the dark prison that was Note’s basement where she spent most of her days in, but knowing the… the fucked-up mare, she had something in store for Electro… something the impeded mare was sure she would not enjoy.
Electro closed her eyes as she watched Note sit down on the sofa, before her slender hands wrapped themselves around her body again, and the pegasus felt how the two fleshy stumps her wings had been reduced to began to flap, her pegasus-instincts kicking in, attempting to get her out of harm’s way, no matter how painfully hopeless her situation was.
And now, just like always, any attempts to escape were futile as she felt Note’s grip tighten around her midsection, and lift the amputated mare off the sofa, and hover her over into Note Clip’s lap.
Sitting there, her leg-stumps painfully pressing against the inside of Note’s thigh, Electro looked up with eyes wide in dread at Note, their eyes meeting for a second, before Electro quickly averted her gaze again. She knew Note got some kind of sick pleasure out of watching the fear in Electro’s eyes, and terrified as she was, she’d be damned if she would give this sicko the thrill of watching Electro tremble with fear.
However, it wasn’t before long that her newly-found poise was broken again as she felt Note’s delicate hand slide down her side, running past her breasts, along her slender hips, and over what remained of her thighs.
“You’re a good girl Sparky,” Note Clip assured the crippled mare softly, “I like you.” Electro’s body tensed up as she felt Note’s hand slide over her thigh, and the stump where her leg had been, sending strange sensations over the scarred, numb flesh, before finding its way to-
Electro’s heart skipped a beat, and the mare drew in a sharp breath, barely suppressing a squeak of surprise.
Note… her… her hand had…
“I really do.”
Electro Beat gave a long, drawn-out whine of pure discomfort as slowly, Note Clip’s hand slid out of her again, leading her nethers to convulse painfully.
Keeping her deadpan stare fixated on the electro blue mare’s eyes, Note Clip slowly led the hand that had been in Electro’s special spot just seconds ago up to her mouth, and licked her index and middle finger.
Electro Beats swallowed, disgust overwhelming her as she realized what Note Clip was up to… and felt her body shiver with abhorrent terror as she was once again reminded that there was absolutely nothing she could do to fight back.
“You taste delicious, Sparky.” Note Clip remarked unfazed as she pulled her hand back from her mouth, licking her lips.
“P-please… no…” Electro whispered softly, her eyes tearing up again, but knew that it was to no avail - if there was something Note wanted, she knew she would get it. And right now, it seemed the one thing Note wanted… was Electro.
What… what had she done to deserve this!? She had always been an honest, empathetic mare! What higher deity had she upset to end up as this psychopath’s… plaything!?
The thought sent another wave of disgust through the short mare’s body, just in time for Note’s hand to travel back down and align with her entrance again.
Electro’s face screwed up, another whimper escaping her mouth, tears now freely running down her face.
Please… please no-
Her thoughts were cut short as Note’s hands, relentless and unyielding as ever, slid into Electro’s body a second time, leading the mare to tense up with horror, shivering intensely.
To her very shame, the ever-growing feeling of horror and helplessness was quickly joined by the telltale feeling of arousal growing in her nethers - as much as she despised this, her body was merely doing its job, reacting to Note’s touch in the only way she knew.
She felt a deep blush growing on her face, her discomfort starting to grow into a physical sickness as she felt Note pull out again, then quickly slide her fingers forward a third time, falling into a somewhat continuous rhythm.
Electro kept her eyes screwed shut throughout the process, doing what she always did when Note was in this kind of mood - closing her eyes, trying to escape this awful place in her mind, and hoping that Note would allow her to go back down into her smelly little dog basket again sooner rather than later.
However, just as Electro was convinced that things could not get worse; that she could not get degraded further, her body stiffened in sheer terror as something unexpected happened.
Leaning forward, not seeming to care at all about the intense shiver running through Electro’s body, Note pressed her mouth against that of Electro… and forced her tongue against that of her pet, making for a wet, sloppy, and utterly humiliating french kiss. Electro’s body tensed up, the younger mare wanting to scream with pure disgust and terror, but was muffled my Note’s lips remaining locked firmly on hers, relentlessly exploring the insides of her mouth with her tongue.
Tears were streaming down the side of Electro’s face, her stubby arms and legs shaking wildly, trying desperately to push this insane mare off of her.
But it was no use. Defraud of all her limbs, there was nothing poor Electro could do, but to lie there, letting Note have her way with her, doing her best to hold back a wave of bile as Note continued to relentlessly assault her mouth.
Electro forced her eyes shut, her face contorting to a painful grimace of images of the prior day flashed past her mind’s eye. Note, standing in front of her, blood coating her mouth, face and entire upper body; chunks of flesh still dangling from her mouth, Note herself looking like a lion tearing a gazelle to pieces as she stood over the dead body of another poor soul she had lured into her basement and murdered in the most brutal way.
The thought that that very same mouth and tongue were now pressed against hers, the very same saliva that had coated the flesh of that poor pony now running into her mouth caused Electro to dry heave, her body convulsing painfully as she choked, fighting for breath, but was unable to breathe properly due to Note’s lips still blocking her mouth.
Her eye shot open, primal terror overcoming her as she feared for her life… or what was left of it anyway. But her body was in survival-mode already, her stubby limbs flailing wildly as she fought to pull her head back to let her breathe properly.
But instead of pulling back and granting the mare the oxygen she so desperately fought for, Note merely pressed her head firmer against that of Electro, using her free hand -her right hand was still continuously sliding in and out of the tortured pony’s vagina, but Electro barely even noticed anymore- to fixate Electro’s head so she wouldn’t break the contact.
Only several moments of struggling and deathly terror later did Note finally pull her mouth back, leading Electro to tear hers wide open, gasping loudly as her lungs finally filled with Oxygen.
For a few moments, Electro just lay silently in Note’s arms, slowly catching her breath, tears still wetting her eyes, not even noticing as Note stopped the movement in her hands, and slowly pulled out of her pet again.
“Why… why are you doing this?” Electro found herself wanting to ask. Why? Why was Note doing this to her!? What had Electro ever done to her? What had she done wrong to deserve this kind of torture?
But she knew that she wouldn’t get a response. While Note did exchange words with Electro every once in a while, especially in moments like these, where ‘Sparky’ really was little more than a pet to her, Electro knew that speaking up now would cause her nothing but pain and suffering later on.
While Note did seem to have some sort of feelings for her ‘pet’, she had also proven on plenty of occasions that she wouldn’t hesitate to punish Electro if she did something to upset the normally quite calm and apathetic mare - the fact that she had single-handedly sowed off all her limbs without even batting an eye served as plenty of proof that Note was not afraid of using violence on her ‘beloved dog’.
It wasn’t until a few moments later that Electro’s thoughts were interrupted by Note speaking up again, her voice sounding as calm and sober as it was terrifying to Electro.
“You’re so much fun, Sparky.” Note affirmed calmly, her monotonous inflection making it impossible for the tortured mare to tell if she was being sincere, sarcastic, or anything in between.
However, before she could contemplate it any further, she felt her still slowly recovering body tense up again as Note’s right hand left the warm and -to Electro’s very shame- wet spot between her legs, and slowly trailed up her body, running over her pubic mound, her midriff, over her navel, all the way up to her chest where Electro’s heart was still pounding madly, leaving a thin trail of Electro’s juices behind.
The electric blue mare found herself want to give a sound of disgust - having seen what these hands could do, and where they had been, she really didn’t want them touching her in any way or form.
However, even those thoughts were quickly shoved aside as Note’s hands, after resting on her chest and head for a few moments longer, started moving again, and found purchase under the crippled pony’s arms, and before Electro knew it, she was back in an upright position, ‘standing’ on her leg-stubs on Note’s slim lap.
Thankfully, Note still holding her up took a lot of pressure off her still sore leg-stumps, sparing Electro the most intense pain, but nevertheless, it would be wrong to say that she was feeling truly relieved.
Before her body and mind could adjust to the change of positions, her reddened eyes already widened with dread as they saw Note’s eyes close, and the slender mare slowly leaning forward.
“No, no no…” Electro whimpered with terror as she watched Note’s muzzle come closer, another shudder running down her spine as it touched her slim midriff, Note stretching out her tongue and letting it slide over Electro’s exposed belly as she slowly lowered the helpless mare, dragging her tongue over navel, her belly, her chest, before it arrived at her chest, and Electro felt herself tense up as she-
“Eeep!”
The startled squeak had been impossible to contain as Note’s lips had wrapped themselves around her right breast, saliva wettening her nipple, and causing the party between her legs to start again after the previous interruption - and as much as she hated it, it felt even more intense now, arousal overwhelming her and causing her body to shiver - with pleasure, this time.
If Note Clip cared at all, she didn’t let it show, seeming quite caught-up in enjoying the ‘taste’ -as she had called it- of Electro in her mouth, gently sucking on Electro’s breast, licking over her teat with her tongue, and leading the poor mare to moan inadvertently for all the wrong reasons.
Once again, Electro felt tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't want this! She didn’t want to feel this, and god knows she didn’t want to get turned on by it!
But once again, just like so often, the painful reality was all too quick in catching up with her: there was nothing, absolutely nothing she could do. She couldn’t fight back in any way; she couldn’t push Note away, and… heck, begging her to stop would probably just make her enjoy it more.
No. No, there really was nothing she could do. Nothing but to shut her eyes, let Note have her way with her like Electro knew she would either way… and hope for it all to be over soon.
However, as she was all too quick to find out, drifting away was no easy feat with the constant licking, biting and suckling going on on her breast, and the ever-growing heat and tension between her legs.
She hated this. She hated every second of it. And she hated herself even more for actually getting aroused by it. If things were to continue at this rate, she was worried it was only a matter of time until arousal would fog her mind in enough to forget her disdain for Note, and legitimately beg the slender mare to finally give her release from this tension.
Electro swallowed painfully.
It surely wouldn’t be the first time.
However, this time, it seemed, Electro wouldn’t have to stoop to asking Note to let her finish. Although it seemed questionable whether the alternative was any more desirable to the poor mare.
Just as Electro felt the telltale feeling of an orgasm approaching, mentally preparing herself to get pushed over the edge by Note Clip’s… affectionate treatment, she heard herself give a gasp as Note abruptly pulled back from her breast, leaving behind a saliva-coated and visibly aroused boob as Note licked her lips, and looked up to Electro, making eye contact for just a second.
Note Clip gave a brief gasp too, just a little longer than a normal breath, before there was the slightest bit of movement on her face, and without another word, Electro felt herself lifted up by a few more inches, wondering for a second what Note had in store now, before cold clarity hit her as she felt the hot breath of her tormentress against her aroused and sensitive marehood.
“No…” she gasped briefly, a sudden horror overtaking her again and overshadowing her arousal at the prospect of feeling that tongue inside her again. That very same tongue that had tasted the blood of so many innocent ponies; that very same tongue that has passionately licked a dead stallion’s penis less than a week ago; that very same tongue that had… had eaten out-
Her thoughts were cut short, a jolt of electricity running through her entire body as she felt that familiar mouth make contact with her lower pair of lips, Note’s tongue, intrepid and unyielding as ever, quickly sneaking its way beneath her folds, and into the hot, fleshy depths of her marehood.
Electro Beat gasped again, an unhealthy mixture of arousal, disgust, and pure terror boiling in her mind.
“N-no!” Electro gasped weakly, feeling her face assume a deep shade of red as she felt Note’s tongue work her way around her most sacred spot. Unseeming, messed up and sick as she was, it could not be denied that the slim mare knew her way with her tongue - a realization that promptly found expression in the way Electro’s face contorted, her eyes rolling backward in their sockets, jaw dropping and tongue hanging out her mouth. An aroused, barely suppressed moan was to escape her lips shortly after.
More and more, Electro found herself getting carried away, arousal and this ever-growing feeling of pressure in her nethers gradually outweighing discomfort and terror as she felt temptation to drown out the horrible, horrible conditions around her and just enjoy the lovely, slippery sensation of Note’s practiced tongue pleasuring her ace of spades.
Before long, things had reached a point where Electro had to actively control herself to hold back the moans of pleasure wanting to escape her lips, the fact that she was held captive against her will by this crazed psychopath forgotten for just a second, replaced by blind arousal as she felt what would be the first orgasm she had had in weeks -Note didn’t normally give her this sort of attention, and masturbating was hard without any hands or feet- slowly rolling in.
Gradually, driven by the slow, steady movements of Note Clip’s tongue -the organ itself as slim and unseeming, yet uncannily strong as the mare itself- sliding in and out of her bearded clam, Note Clip seeming not hesitant at all to add yet another entry to the list of places where her tongue had been as she continued to pleasure her ‘pet’.
Her gaze, blank and emotionless as ever, drifted upward as she seemed to sense Electro’s body tense up, ready to release the pressure that had built over the past weeks. For a second, Electro was worried she would stop and pull back now - she vaguely remembered Note enjoying some orgasm denial when playing with her victims from past experiences.
However, it seemed Electro was in luck for once - Note continued her work undeterred, her pink eyes fixated unwaveringly on the heavily panting mare, her tongue speeding up its movements now more than ever, as if to confirm to Electro that she was serious about this.
Feeling the slightest bit of relief nibble at her mind, Electro found herself closing her eyes as her back arched, ready to enjoy the coming orgasm to its fullest - enjoying what could probably be seen as one of the last remotely pleasant moments of her life.
She felt her body tense up from head to toe -or leg-stump in her case- as the feeling of an intense orgasm -formally a regular aspect of her life that had since grown into a genuine rarity- shoot through her body, leading her to pinch her eyes shut, bite her tongue with pleasure, failing to notice how one of Note’s hands slipped from under her shoulder and-
“Yeaaargh!” a pained yelp shot from Electro’s mouth, just as she could feel the familiar explosion of heat and pleasure erupt from her nethers, an intense, stinging pain flaring up on her back, and sending tears into her eyes as she felt her black ace flood Note Clip’s readily waiting mouth with her juices, although pain was quick to overshadow most of the pleasure she might have felt.
It took her mind a few seconds to catch up with things, and realize that, in the heat of the moment, Note had loosened her grip around Electro’s shoulders, and had wrapped it around the still fairly sore stub where her left wing had been before it had gotten -no pun intended- clipped, and had given it a hearty pull. It hadn’t been strong enough to remove the bandages still wrapped around the only slowly healing wound or cause any legitimate damage, but had definitely sufficed to send an intense wave of pain through Electro’s body, just as her orgasm had been about to fully kick in.
Now, still riding out a fairly intense orgasm, Electro felt a strange mixture of sensations flood her mind as she felt pleasure collide with pain, her body convulsing, eyes tearing up with potentially both as she felt her hips inadvertently jerk forward, bucking into Note’s still sloppily licking mouth. Once again, if Note cared at all, she didn’t let it show - the satisfaction of having caused this tiny little bit of pain to Electro to go along with her orgasm seeming enough to please her for the moment.
Eventually, however, Electro slowly felt her orgasm die down, pain gradually vanishing as Note loosened her grip around her stubby wing, and pulled Electro away from her body, leaving a thin trail of saliva and fluids running from her mouth, caked with Sparky-juice, to her pet’s passion pit.
Breathing calmly, watching Electro only slowly catch her breath, Note Clip licked her slim lips, then swallowed, saying four words that seemed to cut through the post-orgasmic haze Electro Beat was in, and send another shiver down her spine.
“You taste delicious, Sparky.”
And all of a sudden, Electro Beat wasn’t a young, cheerful mare getting some attention from a significant other anymore. She was Sparky; the little lapdog of a psychopath, kidnapper, rapist, murderer, and cannibal, forever doomed to a life as little more than a torso with a head, and completely at the mercy of her ‘mistress’. A realization that was now made all the clearer as Note Clip lowered the still panting mare back into a horizontal position, lying her down on her chest with her head resting atop Note’s shoulder.
Electro didn’t protest. She knew that nothing would come from trying to resist, and that, with her strongly limited mobility, there was jack shit she could do anyway. She didn’t even bother. Not to mention, right now her post-orgasmic wear didn’t leave her wanting to do anything anyway.
Instead, she gently let her eyes drift shut, doing her utmost best to ignore the full gravity of her situation, and the knowledge that her body, and her whole life were now property of the mare-turned monster that was Note Clip.
No, she tried her best to not think about that kind of thing.
For now, she was alive, and not in too much physical pain. So… that was something, right?
Electro forced her eyes shut, a muffled sob escaping her throat as she felt her still wet pussy soak Note clip’s pants, her eyes moistening again.
Slowly, Note Clip raised her hand, running it over Electro’s back in a somewhat gentle, almost soothing manner as the shorter mare tensed up, slowly sobbing away.
Truly, life wasn’t easy as the pet of a homicidal psychopath.
