Breaking the Belle

VIII: The Cell

Sweetie’s eyes jerked open with a start as she jolted awake. No sooner had she opened them, though, she scrunched them shut again. The room she resided in was suddenly purest white, the uniform, padded walls bathed in the stark glow of a massive white light bulb in the ceiling, just above the sturdy door. A thick piece of black glass in its centre was the only island in an ocean of white. The piercing light shone down on her, creating dancing reflections of light across her frustratingly tight latex.

The corset around her chest and belly was tight enough to make breathing tricky if she found herself in the wrong position, so movement had to be kept to a minimum - not that she could go anywhere, even if she wanted to. The little filly was completely immobile, with her latex-clad rear legs humiliatingly spread open by a thick, cold steel bar. Her front legs, meanwhile, were bound across her chest with three rigid straps, none of which had locks that Sweetie Belle could make out - though from the clanking sound that rung out behind her when she shifted against the wall she laid against, it was fairly apparent the padlocks rested over her back.

Concentrating her inner strength, Sweetie focused all of her magical energy on the padlocks. She'd never tried using her magic before this point - its power was so weak it would've certainly been useless. But she was truly, truly desperate. She knew the padlocks were Mistress’ choice, and she knew Mistress would be mad if she discovered her little Pet had been trying to break loose - but in that moment Sweetie didn’t care - she needed to get out of this mind-boggling discomfort.

Sweat beaded across her brow as she focused her effort, slowly running down her face and pooling under her chin. She squeezed her eyes shut, clamping her little teeth down on the impractically large ball gag Mistress had so lovingly thrust into her mouth. The rubber left an unpleasant taste - in sharp contrast to the embarrassingly blissful pleasure she now felt whenever her Mistress rammed it into her mouth.

Sweetie’s focus gave out. A dull moan seeped through the rubber ball, half of frustration and half of relief - akin to the sigh of ease after carrying something painfully heavy. Why had her magic not succeeded? Sure, it was pitifully weak, but the padlocks hadn't even moved.

Suddenly the reasoning became fairly obvious. Looking up, Sweetie saw that the black latex around her chest and legs also encased her horn, leaving only the very tip poking out, as if to mock her - teasing her with how close freedom was, yet how far away it was as well.

“So Little Missy, whatever are we up to?”

Sweetie Belle froze, her eyes wide as she realised her Mistress had been watching all along. The door swung open without a sound, before Sweetie Belle’s Mistress sauntered into the room. She carried herself with stunning grace, floating across the room like a breeze, her gorgeous hips swaying from side to side as she moved - a petite saddle bag bouncing slightly atop one of her flanks with each step. Closer she walked, taking each step with an almost painfully slow deliberateness, leaving Sweetie Belle wincing slightly at the agonizing waiting.

“So, my little Pet, did you really think you’d be able to tamper with Mistress’s loving gifts? You've never tried to use your weak magic against me, but the one time you try it, I've taken precautions to stop it? How funny.”

Sweetie Belle gulped, her eyes shifting desperately left to right as her Mistress sank down to her eye level - those eyes fiery, that smile wide.

“I know you didn’t think that. At least, deep down. You may be many things, my Pet, but stupid isn’t quite one of them. Naive, maybe, rebellious, definitely, but stupid, no. Which makes me think you did this deliberately, knowing Mistress would catch you. And that can only mean one of two things. Either, you wanted to get caught and be punished further, like the naughty little slut you truly are, or...”

The fire in her eyes burned even brighter for a split second as she leaned right into Sweetie’s face,

“You were trying to mock your Mistress, trying to be a little rebel, trying to be defiant. And if it’s the latter, well, you already know that would make Mistress very, very angry.”

Rarity stared deep into Sweetie’s eyes, unblinking, watching the flustered filly fall apart, the sweat now pouring from her brow.

“So, which was it, Pet?”

Her smile tapered off as she slowly pulled away from Sweetie’s face, returning to a standing position, her imposing form blocking out the light of the bulb. Slowly though, the smile grew back, even more confident and nefarious than before. Sweetie shuddered. She was in real trouble now.

“Tell you what. If it was option one, I’ll forgive my little Pet, and maybe even give her a little treat for embracing her punishment. Would you like that?”

She looked down on Sweetie as she nodded madly, the padlocks over her back and the collar around her neck jangling noisily.

“But, if it was option two, well, it only seems fair your punishment gets a little worse. If it was option one, say the phrase, ‘I love my Mistress’. If it was option two, don’t say anything at all.”

The giddy joy on Sweetie’s face slowly melted, falling away into a gaping chasm of despair, only to be replaced by black horror.

“I love my Mistress! I love my Mistress!” Sweetie shouted again and again, desperate for that blissful approval. But to no avail.

The firm rubber ball gag served one purpose, and served it well.

The only sounds that escaped Sweetie’s lips were a fuddled mess of syllables and moans, unintelligible to all but the one making the sounds. Rarity sighed to herself, breathing out loudly through her nose.

“Very well. You disappoint me. And to think we could’ve made progress.”

Suddenly sparks of magic flickered from her horn, two clouds of blue energy slowly rising from the saddlebag - drawing out two small, fat vibrators. Without another word she moved them through the air, slowing down as the tapered tips came to rest against Sweetie’s exposed pussy and asshole. Sweetie looked up at her Mistress’s eyes, shaking her head in pleaful desperation. Rarity responded by shoving the two vibrators as deep into her body as they could physically go.

Without breaking eye contact from the flustered little filly, Rarity drew another object from the saddlebag - this time a thick black blindfold. Effortlessly Mistress locked it in place behind her pet’s head, whilst simultaneously flicking the two vibrators into life. A quiet, constant buzz began to fill the room, along with the uncomfortable squeaks and moans of the filly that the buzzing vibrators rested inside. With the thick blindfold obscuring everything from view, Sweetie could only make out the sound of her Mistress walking away towards the door.

And with that the door slammed shut, leaving Sweetie alone with her thoughts and feelings as the two vibrators buzzed away inside her, the need for an orgasm that would never come building, and building, and building...