Rarity stared in shock at the computer screen. Between her thighs, a bullet vibrator slipped from her fingers, bouncing off the chair until it hung by the wire, still buzzing, against her ankle. Moans and squeals, and the occasional slap, spilled from her speakers as the video continued heedless — until Rarity took the mouse and began skipping back and forth, skimming the content rather than consuming it fully. Catching another part of the screen in her gaze, she paused the current video and began opening new tabs, exploring the wealth of unexpected content.
Fluttershy!?
It was hard to believe, harder still to watch. Yet there is was in her browser. Her friend, so gentle and demure, taken so forcefully and disgracefully, so many times and in so many different ways. She could almost convince herself it was only a look-alike, the girl's face was so often covered, coated, or stuffed. She had to watch more, to be sure.
It is her. I shouldn't be watching.
Her fingers curled around the wire, slowly hoisting the vibrator back up as she ground her sex against the base of her thumb, unable to tear her eyes away from the performance…
The next day, Rarity took Fluttershy aside for a quiet word. Alone together, Rarity found herself hesitant, memories from the night before rising to her mind. She couldn't look at Fluttershy's innocent and currently expectant face, without remembering that same face flushed red and sweaty, coated in semen, held open with a nose hook and stuffed full of cock.
She had to push through the image.
“Fluttershy, darling, I… ah… I just want you to know, darling, that I… none of us would ever judge you, darling. We're your friends. I just, I just want to make sure… if you're being pressured in any way, or if you need money, darling…” (she hesitated a little at this, aware that her own finances were a little strained just at the moment) “I… well, you can tell us. We won't spill your secrets, Fluttershy, darling. And I'm sure we can help you, and we'd be happy to, darling…”
Stop saying “darling“, you're panicking!
As Rarity faltered, Fluttershy's expression became one of extreme nervous confusion, but she said nothing.
“I found you videos, d… Fluttershy. Online. Your… adult, videos?”
Fluttershy's expression turned to horror as she backed away.
“You… found them…?”
“Yes. I'm sorry, but… Fluttershy, are you in trouble? I promise not to judge.”
Fluttershy shook her head, lifting her hands to cover her face.
“No,” she squeaked.
“Well, do you —”
“I don't want to talk about it.” The words tumbled out of Fluttershy's mouth. “Not… not right now.”
With that, she stumbled out of the room.
For the rest of the day, Rarity had the distinct impression that Fluttershy was avoiding her. When they were together, they were never alone, and Fluttershy refused to look in her direction. The matter weighed heavily on her mind all the while — if Fluttershy wasn't in trouble, was she, Rarity, simply prying where she was unwanted? Was Fluttershy taking part in these videos freely (and if so, would she be alright with Rarity watching them)? Wondering why Fluttershy might chose such an activity, she imagined herself in that position — bound and helpless, used relentlessly over and over, covered in fluids and filled in every hole, with hundreds of people watching her from behind the camera. She could hardly bear to think of suffering such utter degradation, not least because she found herself becoming too hot and flustered in public.
Late that afternoon, though, she received a text message.
When Rarity knocked on Fluttershy's front door, it opened almost immediately, just wide enough for Fluttershy to peek around. She gestured Rarity in hurriedly, keeping close to the door and eyeing the street. Standing in the hallway, Rarity turned to discover Fluttershy wearing a heavy duffel coat, far too warm for this weather, pulled up tight around her. Below that, only her socks were visible.
“My room. Parents aren't home.” With these words, Fluttershy lead Rarity deeper into the house, and Rarity found herself wondering what exactly she was walking into.
Upon reaching Fluttershy's room, Rarity was relieved to find that there was no camera set up, no bondage paraphernalia, no gang of muscular mean waiting to grab her, pin her down to the bed, yank her skirt away and force themselves upon her. Which of course was completely normal. She had no reason to be imagining such things.
Fluttershy removed the coat, revealing a sheer nightgown that almost covered her lacy under-things.
“Whoa-ah-ooh-oo-I-er, Fluttershy, darling,” Rarity exclaimed, backing away. “I do hope there hasn't been a misunderstanding here, I think maybe we should talk about this.”
“Oh. I'm sorry. I just… find it easier to talk like this. Is that okay? It… makes me feel more confident.”
Rarity took a moment to process this.
“Well. Okay then. I guess. I mean, if it makes you more comfortable. Just so long as you understand, darling, that I only came here to talk, nothing else.”
“Yes, that's okay.”
Fluttershy pulled out the chair from her desk and sat down, nightgown falling open slightly. Seeing no other chairs, Rarity perched on the edge of the bed.
“So…” began Rarity. “I, uh, I just wanted to make certain you weren't being coerced into making these videos, Fluttershy dear. And if you are, then I'm sure we can help you.”
“Um, no. I'm not — uh, would you mind if I…” Fluttershy reached in between the flaps of her nightgown, loosening it still further, and pulled something out. It looked like the control to some sort of electric device, and there was a wire that hung from it and back down towards her crotch.
Rarity's grin became very forced and she directed her gaze somewhere above Fluttershy's left shoulder.
“Oh my… well, if it makes you more comfortable, Fluttershy.”
“Thank you.” The dull buzzing of a vibrator carried across the room to Rarity's ears. “And, um, sorry, for making you uncomfortable. But, the thing is, it's not ‘Fluttershy’ making those videos, or talking to you now. Innocent Fluttershy couldn't do that. I, uh, I'd like you to call me… ‘Kitty’”
“Kitty?”
“Yes, um, it's… Titty Kitty. That's my stage name.” Fluttershy squirmed a little in her seat. “It's… it helps me to enjoy myself, and not be scared. But I want to,” she added hastily, “I… I really enjoy doing it. It feels so good. I think… I think I might even be doing it if I wasn't being paid. Maybe not as much, though. Not as often. Having money is really nice too.”
“Well,” Rarity forced a laugh, “I'm glad that's all cleared up then. Nothing to worry about, you just keep on enjoying yourself, and of course you'll be careful and I'll keep your secret. I'm glad we had this talk.” She forced another laugh.
“Uh… Rarity? I… I wanna know, how did you find them? Were you looking for that sort of video? Did you watch? Was it… was I, good? Did you… enjoy watching me?”
“Umm… well first of all, Flutter— Kitty, darling, I want you to know that if it makes you unhappy, I will never watch them… again.”
“So, you did?”
“Yes but,” Rarity hastened to add, “to be clear, that doesn't mean I want to… do anything with you. I may have… enjoyed watching, but if anything I was imagining myself in your position, dear.”
“Oh?” Flutter-kitty smiled coyly, “Well I'm sure that could be arranged.”
What am I doing? Rarity asked herself, not for the first time. How did “I'll think about it” become “I'll come and meet… my prospective co-stars, on the prospective set? When did “I'll let you know if I'm interested” become “You can always say no if you're not interested”?
“I've been wanting to try this one for a while.” Fluttershy's cheerful comment pulled Rarity away from these thoughts. She was gesturing to a nearby wall, different from those around it for several reasons — the foremost being a set of holes arranged rather like a set of stocks, or a pillory, a little less than waist-high.
“Oh, um,” Rarity frowned. She wasn't certain that she wanted to know, but having come this far, felt obliged to ask: “Fluttershy, pardon my naivety but, how exactly does one make use of this?”
Fluttershy stepped forward, and gestured to the contrivance. “Well, uh, first they take these bars out,” she gestured to the three large horizontal planks into which the holes were cut and lined with some form of leathery padding, “then you kind of, turn around and,” she turned as indicated, “stick your… booty, through the hole. Your legs rest on these bits,” she gestured two medium-size holes below and slightly to either side of the one main central hole, “and then they put this one in front of you…”
Rarity could picture it, as Fluttershy finished explaining. Bent forward almost double, with one hole around her waist, and one more around each thigh, her entire pelvis would protrude through the wall like some sort of mounted trophy. The two additional holes would hold her hands back behind her, and the entire arrangement would lock her in place, completely powerless to defend her posterior against whatever faceless degenerate stood on the other side.
“… cameras, two on that side and one on this, to record everything. If you have your safety alarm in your hand, they can gag and blindfold you, too.”
“That sounds lovely, darling,” said Rarity, a little absently, stunned by Fluttershy's expression of seemingly innocent enthusiasm.
“Oh, you think so too? I've been a little nervous about it, but if you're doing it as well…” Fluttershy giggled a little, “I mean, it is their most popular set so I could probably set a new record.”
"You… keep score?”
“Well, it's not really a competition, but we do know how many views we get and how much money we've made, so I guess we do, a little. You shouldn't feel bad if you aren't so popular on the first try, though — not everyone can be as popular as me.”
To her own surprise, Rarity found herself envious more than anything else. She had little doubt Fluttershy was being honest about her own popularity, but was she envious of that? In her own mind, that didn't ring true — it was something else.
Freedom. Timid Fluttershy was somehow able to talk about, and even participate in, such activities, while Rarity herself felt far more inhibited. She… wanted to do this, she realised. Maybe not often, but at least once, and no time would be better than now. It was only fear holding her back.
With that, she resolved to go through with it, and she realised why Fluttershy was being so… catty (alter ego aside).
“Daaarling,” Rarity drawled, with a saccharine grin “I wouldn't want to challenge your crown.”
“Oh, I wouldn't mind. But, um, I don't really think there's any danger of that happening.”
Rarity chuckled. “Oh, it. Is. On.”
Fluttershy's turn came first, a morning “performance”. While waiting her turn, Rarity elected to watch, from the “front” side of the wall. From her vantage point behind one camera, however, she could see two monitors set up to show what was being recorded from the other side.
High heels were advised for this set, both for the aesthetics and for the added height. Beyond that, both ladies had selected tops with low-cut necklines, skirt and panties, and thigh-high stockings. Standing before the wall, Fluttershy now removed her skirt, hanging it on a nearby hook. The cameras were already streaming and recording, and Fluttershy made sure to wiggle her hips and throw and over-the-shoulder smirk to the front before slipping her panties down.
Now bottomless, Fluttershy gestured for a couple of young men to help her lift the first plank into place. It had two semicircles for her legs, and slotted in with a hinging motion, that lifted Fluttershy slightly as she pushed back onto it. If not for her shoes, she would undoubtedly be on tiptoe. Her arms went out either side to steady her, and the two men lifted the second plank into place. This one closed the holes around her legs, and offered three more indents for her waist and wrists. They handed her the small handheld alarm she could use in emergencies, and she took it, slipping her hands down through the gap to the other side.
Fluttershy smiled, and winked at the front camera, as the men slid the final plank in behind her, and began to lower it into place. Rarity found her gaze drawn to the monitors, where her friend's clean shaven pussy was now proudly on display, along with her butt cheeks, spread by the pose, and her asshole. As the final plank forced Fluttershy down, the front camera was pointed almost directly down her cleavage. Her legs shifted as she settled into position, and one of the men approached, offering a shiny black ballgag. Fluttershy opened her mouth, accepting the gag that was placed there, and the man reached around to fasten the straps.
The wall had a gap along the bottom, maybe a foot high, and Rarity could now see men's shoes pacing around as the “co-stars” began getting themselves ready. Directly below Fluttershy was a drain, for whatever fluids would drip down. To the side of her, a tips jar was sat on a small shelf; A coin slot fed in from the other side of the wall.
The man tied a blindfold over Fluttershy's face, then walked away. The lights on this side dimmed; The brightest lights were behind the wall. Rarity watched on the monitors, which offered two slightly different angles, as one of the men reached down and pressed two fingers in between Fluttershy's cheeks, tips just below her anus. He slid them downwards and spread her labia, then using two hands held her pussy wide open for the camera. Rarity watched as the image on the left zoomed in closer, her friend's wide open sex was spread across the widescreen image, quivering under the man's firm touch.
A slight moan from Fluttershy carried across the studio, reinforcing for Rarity the knowledge that what she was seeing on the monitor was being streamed and recorded in real time, just a few feet away from her, just the other side of a (fairly thin) wall.
The man took his left hand lower, thumb and forefinger exposing Fluttershy's clitoris for a close-up, before the camera slowly pulled back. Rarity watched as Fluttershy twisted and strained, as though trying to look over her own shoulder despite the blindfold. The fingers pressed in, and began vigorously rubbing against her clit. Another moan, loader and more strained, escaped around the ballgag. The man brought his other hand down against her butt-cheek, the sound of the slap carrying across the studio.
Sitting and watching, with a plastic cup of water in hand, Rarity could feel intense yearning, burning in her loins. She tried to maintain her composure, having decided in advance that she should witness first-hand what was in store for her. Despite this, she could feel the warmth rising up her neck and ears as a fierce blush took hold.
Behind the wall, the man administered several more swift spanks to Fluttershy's posterior, then gripped her cheeks and jiggled them for the camera. Another pair of hands entered the shot, more feminine and with painted nails, holding a vibrating egg and controller. The woman pressed the egg to Fluttershy's clit, wiggling it in small circles as the man squeezed her ass. The man then reached over and inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Rarity glanced away from the monitor, to watch Fluttershy writhe in her restraints, head bobbing slightly with each breath, breasts heaving and swaying where they hung down below her, as behind the wall, the man continued to slowly finger her.
After a few minutes, the hands withdrew, the man briefly presenting his glistening wet fingers to the camera. The woman withdrew the vibrator from Fluttershy's clitoris, eliciting an unmistakable moan of needy frustration, then lifted it up to her butthole. She stroked the vibrator around a couple of times, then pressed it in, until the egg was only slightly protruding, still vibrating.
The man left the frame for a moment, and then from the right of the screen an erect penis moved into view, held in hand and being slowly stroked. The left camera moved lower, angled up to give a clear view from below and between the man's legs, while the other swung around until it was up against the wall, giving a side-view from Fluttershy's right. The man placed his left hand on her hip, and slapped his cock against her ass a couple of times before lining it up with her pussy. He used his right hand to guide his tip into her, slipping the first inch in and out, then the first inch and a half.
Stopping in place, he shifted his right hand to her other hip, gripping tightly, and shifted his legs slightly forward, knees bent and almost against the wall.
Then he began to thrust, hilting himself into her with the first motion. He pulled back almost all the way before ramming in again a second time, then a third. Fluttershy made no noise on the first two, and only a small squeak on the third, but her head began to bounce up and down more violently. After the third thrust, he shifted his hands onto the wall above her, throwing his weight forward against her rather than pulling.
From the side, she watched Fluttershy's butt squash up against the wall as the man slammed into her. From the lower angle, Rarity watched his balls slap against Fluttershy's pussy. Fluids dripped down, spattering the drain below. Fluttershy's squeaks continued, in time with each thrust, her face rapidly growing redder. Already, her hair was looking slightly messed up, and her brow sparkled with sweat.
Rarity's panties were soaked; The now empty cup crushed in her hand. She watched, squirming in her seat but unable to tear her eyes away, as Fluttershy was pounded. Fluttershy was shifting her feet, as if trying to find her balance, awkwardly unable to move into a more natural position. Her squeaks merged into each other, becoming a series of undulating wails. Her whole body was shaking in her restraints as she grew visibly closer to orgasm. Rarity's other hand gripped the arm of her chair tightly.
The man shifted one hand onto the top of Fluttershy's butt, and rammed his thumb straight into her anus, pushing the vibrating egg in all the way. He slammed forward all the way but then paused, before changing pace, slowly withdrawing only an inch before ramming back in, his legs shaking and his ass-cheeks clenched. Fluttershy reared her head back as far as it would go, her body tense, letting out a howl of pleasure, as the two of them orgasmed together. She lifted her feet off the floor, pressing them against the wall itself as she held herself tight against her restraints. The camera was close up enough for Rarity to watch Fluttershy's pussy milking his cock with her spasms, more fluids dripping out and running down his balls. Rarity's own cunny quivered in excitement. She almost wanted to excuse herself right then to go and relieve the aching desire within her, but with her own turn awaiting later than day, she forced herself to wait.
The man withdrew, globules of his cum leaking out and running down Fluttershy's mons. Pulling his thumb out and gripping his shaft, he began wiping his cock off onto her pussy and ass-cheeks, until the last drops had been squeezed out. As this happened, the tension in her body subsided, and her feet stumbled down to the floor as her body slumped forward, hair hanging down around her face. She hung there panting heavily as the woman pulled out the vibrator. With a dull clink, a pair of coins were dropped into the tips jar.
A female stage-hand approached Fluttershy's top half, holding a large cup with a lid and a straw. She knelt down and put the cup on the floor, leaning forward to speak to Fluttershy. Rarity couldn't hear what was said, but Fluttershy lifted her head and the woman reached up, loosening the ballgag, which popped out and hung like a necklace.
Back on the monitor, the first man pulled out a marker and dragged a vertical line down a little over an inch down Fluttershy's right butt cheek — the beginning of a tally. He then stepped aside and another man moved into place, holding a butt-plug and a bottle of lube. While the woman out front talked to Fluttershy and raised the cup for her to sip from, this man began to dribble lube onto her butthole, working it in with the tip of the plug.
Fluttershy pushed the straw out of her mouth, and said something else that Rarity couldn't hear. The woman lowered the cup, then reached up and brushed Fluttershy's hair aside. Rarity glanced over and saw Fluttershy nod affirmation of something; On the monitor, she could see the plug was already halfway in, being worked back and forth with twisting motions. The woman reinserted the ballgag, reaching around to tighten the straps back up. Once this was done, she picked up the cup and walked away, leaving Fluttershy, body still drooping but head raised, face red and glistening with sweat, ready for the second round.
After working the plug in fully, the man pulled it out and thrust it in twice more, dribbling more lube on all the while. With this done, he removed it entirely, then inserted the tip of the pump dispenser and administered two more doses of lube straight into her ass. He then handed off both plug and lube to someone off-screen, straightening up and dropping his pants. Rarity could now see his cock, and it was larger than the first — the other man's had been above average in length, this one was decidedly long.
Slapping his cock down between Fluttershy's ass cheeks, he began to rub up and down against her asshole, squeezing the cheeks together around his shaft. Rarity caught sight of Fluttershy shifting her legs and her shoulders, seemingly attempting to prepare herself for what was approaching.
Shortly, the man pulled back and pressed his tip into her anus, now spreading her cheeks apart, before sliding half his length into her. Fluttershy let out a moan, and the man slowly pulled back before thrusting in again. Before long, he was ramming into her every bit as vigorously as the previous man, and Fluttershy's head was rolling around as long moans escaped her. Her torso stayed low this time, and her feet did not shift as much, but Rarity could see her leg muscles straining hard against her immobility.
Threads of cum stretched between Fluttershy's ass and the man's front, splattering down onto the wall and floor with each thrust. Her cunt clenched, squeezing out a few drops more, and the sounds of his crotch slapping against her ass rung out across the studio.
Rarity sat motionless, mesmerised by the scene playing out before her. Just from watching, her heart was racing and her hands shaking. Her face burned and her mouth was dry, but she couldn't pull herself away even to get another drink. Minutes passed, filled only with the man's thrusting and Fluttershy's moans. Every few minutes he would pause for breath, shifting his weight and his grip before resuming his performance.
After some length of time — how long, Rarity wasn't sure — the man let out a groan and grabbed Fluttershy's ass, digging his fingertips in with a tight grip. His thrusting grew slower, and more erratic, and Rarity could see streaks of semen squeezing out around Fluttershy's butthole. With a final grunt, he pulled out, still spewing copious amounts of cum over Fluttershy's buttocks. Like the man before, he gripped his shaft and wiped the slime off onto her. With the other hand, he took a marker from someone off-screen and added to the tally. Two more coins fell into the jar, and another man stepped in before the first was even clear.
Fluttershy's head dropped slightly while this was happening, but jolted up again when this third man immediately pressed his tip to her pussy and, giving her no time to recover, hilted himself fully inside her, diving straight into vigorous thrusting with no build-up. His shaft was thick, though more average in length, and his balls hung low.
Fluttershy was no longer squirming as violently; Her body still shuddered and swung with the vigour of his thrusts, but it seemed only her restraints held her up. Drool was seeping out around her gag, dribbling down her chin, and sweat dripped off her brow.
Over the next few hours, Rarity watched as one man after another emptied their load onto or into her friend's posterior. Her cunt received the most attention, two or three rounds for each round of anal. The tips jar slowly reached half-full, the tallies stacked up, her ass shone with a thick coating of cum, lube, and vaginal fluids. The ooze ran down the wall, until a steady trickle ran into the drain. A small amount even seeped through the hole around her waist, running down the wall in front of her. Drool mixed with sweat dripped from her chin, and her damp t-shirt began clinging to her skin, making her lack of a bra even more apparent.
Around half-way through, the woman returned with a cup of water, and this time a damp sponge for Fluttershy's face. This time, Fluttershy had to take her drink with a man balls-deep in her pussy, and Rarity could see her mouth quiver as she spoke. As the woman walked away, she stopped by Rarity to offer a cup of water, which Rarity happily accepted without breaking her gaze.
An alarm sounded, not overly loud or intrusive, but clear enough to be heard. Rarity glanced away in confusion, but no-one else seemed to be reacting. Then she realised it was to sound the imminent end of the performance. Sure enough, after the current man pulled away, no-one else stepped in. Instead, the camera zoomed in close on Fluttershy's dripping, gaping, ass and cunny. The man drew a final underline below the tally, by this point the marker struggled to work through the slime, and five more coins clinked into the jar.
Stage-hands stepped forward on both sides as the cameras panned around to give a clear view of the aftermath. Bolts were removed, and the top bar pulled out. Immediately, Fluttershy's arms fell forward, and she began to weakly work them around, easing out the ache of her time in bondage. One of the women reached in to remove the ballgag and blindfold, Fluttershy put her right arm around her for support, and the woman helped ease her into an upright position. As one of the men removed the middle bar, Fluttershy worked her jaw a little, and offered a tired smile and a wink to the camera.
Another woman offered support on Fluttershy's left, and with more bolts removed the final bar hinged downward, dropping Fluttershy onto her unsteady feet. A thick rope of cum swung down from her as she pulled away, slapping against her leg. The mixed slime flowed down both her legs as she stood shaking and supported. A man brought over some towels to wipe off the excess, and Fluttershy gave a small kiss in the camera's direction as she was led away.
Her hair was a tangled mess. Her face was still flushed, and looked sticky from sweat. The sides of her mouth were red from the ballgag, and her sweat-soaked t-shirt was now starting to dry. She looked utterly and disgracefully wrecked, and Rarity shivered in anticipation of her own upcoming experience.
Lunch came first, as the crew thoroughly cleaned and disinfected the set, the other actors showered, and Fluttershy went to both wash herself and soak away her aches. For Rarity today, lunch was a protein shake. Dirty jokes aside, she reasoned that this would give her the energy she needed to endure the afternoon, without leaving her too full.
There were other preparations to make, of course. Rarity understood the concept of anal douching, but it was as awkward as reassuring how stringent the studio's requirements were. Then there was a health and safety talk, some last-minute paperwork, and a chance to meet her co-stars face-to-face, which she declined. They would see her face of course, but on balance she decided she did not want to see theirs.
Then there she was, staring down the hole in the wall. The cameras were on. She turned to smirk at the front camera, hoping she could hide her nervousness. She worried that her make-up was excessive, but reminded herself that it was too late now in any case. She ran her hands from her neck, down her figure and around her curves, until they reached her skirt. Unfastening this and stepping back, she let it fall, then bent down to pick it up, sliding her panties down with her other hand as she went. Where Fluttershy was clean-shaven, Rarity preferred a neatly trimmed adornment of pubic hair, and this was now on show.
She glanced across to where Fluttershy was reclining on a soft couch, wrapped in a fluffy dressing-gown and slippers, holding a tub of ice-cream. For whatever reason, they had agreed that Fluttershy would watch her performance just as she, Rarity, had watched Fluttershy's.
She shivered at the thought of all the anonymous viewers — how many tens, hundreds, even thousands might be watching right now, or would watch later. On some level, the whole thing felt unreal and distant, her body moving almost on its own.
She hung up her skirt. She hung up her panties. After a moment of indecision, she reached in under her t-shirt and removed her bra, pulling it out without exposing her breasts, and hanging it up to join the rest. Behind her, she knew, the front-facing camera was getting a good view of her backside, as yet unbent and unmolested. The set was clean. The tips jar had been emptied. The hole awaited.
She turned, stepping her legs apart and backing into the lower bar. Up close, she got her first feel of the leather restraints, they were firm but yielding. She placed her hands on the top of the bar and pushed back. It took more than she had expected to push the bar back; The way she had to stick her rear out to push it into place somehow came unexpected to her, though she supposed it should have been obvious.
There was no doubt, now, that her pussy and anus were on full display for the cameras. She glanced over at Fluttershy, to find her friend's attention clearly focussed on the monitors.
Well, fair enough I suppose, thought Rarity, I got a good look at hers.
The stage-hands were here now, slotting the middle bar into place. Rarity had to rest her upper back against the wall itself, as the middle bar pressed into her abdomen.
“Could you ease back a little?” asked a voice. Rarity complied, and a woman adjusted the leg-holes. Rarity hadn't realised they were adjustable.
“Comfy?”
“Oh, yes darling, thank you.”
“Okay.” This woman offered Rarity the safety alarm, which Rarity took in her right hand.
The stage hands stepped away. Rarity took a breath to steady herself, and leaned forward, letting the restraints take more of her weight. The shift in balance took the weight off her heels. She reached back, pushing her wrists into the waiting half-circles. Two men lifted the final bar in behind her back, lowering it into place. She shifted around a bit as they adjusted the straps, gently forcing her into place.
A man lifted a blindfold in front of her. “Ready?” he asked.
She nodded. “Ready.”
Her world turned black as he tied it over her eyes and adjusted it to blot out all light.
“Open wide.”
She opened her mouth, and felt the silicone ball press onto her tongue, against the roof of her mouth, between her teeth. The straps went around, pressing against the side of her mouth and pulling tight against the back of her skull.
“Does that feel right?”
Rarity tested the gag with her tongue. It was not too uncomfortable, but she wouldn't be pushing it out by herself. She nodded, and gave an affirmative grunt.
“Okay.”
She could hear footsteps, shuffling, and her own breathing, loud in her ears. She pictured herself, and the faceless strangers preparing to disgracefully violate her backside. She told herself to relax, and enjoy it. She didn't have to do anything now; It would just happen.
*SMACK*
Her body jolted, the noise rang in her ears, and a sharp pain was driven into her buttocks. A yelp escaped from her lungs, around the gag. The sharpness subsided to a burning sensation; Whatever had struck her felt harder and thinner than a hand.
*SMACK*
It struck again across her cheeks. She was certain it would leave a mark. Another cry came from her, and she felt her eyes water up.
Oooh, fuck, that pain felt good.
*SMACK*
She whimpered at this, her butt tensing as she instinctively tried to pull away from the pain. Something hard and thin pressed in against her clit, rubbing up and down. She wanted to buck into it, but couldn't move.
*SMACK*
It struck across her buttocks again, this time lower. She cried in frustration and pain as her ass burned.
After a pause, something small, hard, cold and wet pressed against her ass. It dragged across her skin with a serpentine motion — the marker pen, this time writing something out. Against her burning butt cheeks, the cold was sharp. She tried to picture the movement and deduce what was written.
S — L — U — T
… Well, that was demeaning, if not necessarily untrue, given the circumstance.
With the words written, and underlined, twice, Rarity felt cold, viscous liquid dribble onto her butthole, running down between her cheeks. Were they planning to start with anal? It was both arousing and immensely frustrating to be this helpless.
Something pressed into her ass, but it felt more like a plug than a cock. It shifted back and forward, stretching her oh so pleasurably, as fingers began to massage her pussy, pushing in slowly deeper.
The plug pushed forward until it was a little painful, before pulling back and returning. She swayed her head from side to side as it worked its way in deeper, until with one push she felt something give, and a moment later it was really inside her, her anus closing around the neck and pushing the plug in.
The fingers pushed into her coochie, teasing her with slow circling motions. She could feel the stimulation bringing her closer to the edge. Then she felt the plug beginning to vibrate and wriggle inside her, massaging her insides. Her first orgasm began to grow inside her, enthralling her.
The fingers withdrew, shortly to be replaced by what she'd really been craving — a thick, hot, cock that buried itself into her dripping wet cunt. She tried vainly to hold back her approaching orgasm just from the first thrust, not wanting to reach that point so quickly, but as the man began to piston into her, the pleasure overwhelmed her control. She howled and spasmed as the sensation flooded her, her cunt trying to grip the shaft that continued to ram in and pull out.
She stood there, locked in place and shaking with pleasure, as the man continued heedless. She bit down hard on her gag and pulled tight against her restraints as wails escaped her lungs. Fluids ran down her mons and onto her legs. The orgasm pushed all other thoughts from her as wave upon wave of ecstasy crashed through her.
Her orgasm slowly subsided, but the aching need inside her wasn't yet satisfied, and the cock thrusting into her still felt so good. As the strength left her and she drooped forward, she tried to picture herself right now, and another wave of satisfaction rolled through her. She was a slut and she loved it, nothing to do but hold on and enjoy the stuffing.
When the man reached his climax, grabbing her pelvis and thrusting in deep, she felt the cum pulse into her. The tension was rising within her once again, and she let out a moan. The man held there for a few moments before withdrawing entirely, and Rarity felt the heat of his tip wiping goo across her butt-cheeks. The plug in her ass continued to vibrate and wiggle until just after this moment, and almost as soon as it stopped someone gripped the base and began easing it out.
Rarity hoped she would not have to wait long for the next cock, and her hopes were fulfilled as almost immediately a lubed-up shaft plunged straight into her rectum, thrusting back and forth without hesitation. On the third stroke, another rammed into her pussy once more, and she found herself double-penetrated with vigour.
As the performance continued, it wasn't too long before she had lost count of her own orgasms, never mind how many loads she had received in each hole. She heard the occasional clink of money entering her jar, and the grunts of pleasure from the men who were using her. Her ass burned, and she could feel the slime working its way into her restraints around the waist, everything behind that already coated.
On two occasions, someone removed the gag and offered her a drink. A feminine voice in her ear asked if she was happy to continue, and each time she managed to just barely find her voice and assent. On neither occasion did the men bother to stop; She had to answer the questions and sip her drink while cocks stuffed her behind.
As the afternoon drew on, her limbs ached from their confinement and straining. Like Fluttershy before, sweat all over was soaking into her shirt and hair, dripping from her face and mixing with the saliva that had escaped around her gag — she wasn't even sure when she had lost control of the drool. Her jaw ached. Her backside was beyond aching. The early fires of ecstasy had dulled into a strange floating sensation, pleasant but somehow distant. Her world had shrunk down simply to each thrust and slap, a cunt and asshole each thoroughly used.
She didn't even register the sound of the alarm until hands enveloped her, pulling away the restraining bar, the blindfold, and the gag. She felt almost like those same hands were pulling her out of whatever alien world of semen and sweat she had drifted into. Her mind came back into focus and her eyes began to adjust. She gingerly stretched her arms out and worked her jaw, both as sore and still as she had expected. It still came as a shock, though, when the hands pulled her forward out of the wall and her legs simply gave out, her weight falling entirely onto those around her.
The cum dribbled down her legs, flowing freely where it had not dried on. Someone knelt down and began wiping most of it off her, in an almost clinical manner. The hands lead her away, to a bathroom area where she could clean up and recover.
That evening, the two friends sat curled up on Fluttershy's couch. The topic had turned to their “contest”.
“So… you had more views,” summarised Rarity, “but I made more money. I think that, as a meaningful measure of popularity, that matters more, wouldn't you say.”
“Oh, um, yes?”
“… Fluttershy, darling, are you only agreeing with me because you don't like disagreeing with me?”
“Oh, no. Maybe. Yes. I'm sorry.”
Rarity sighed. “Well, it's not like we discussed this beforehand. I suppose if you want to call it your victory…”
“Maybe we could call it a draw?”
“Hmm… I suppose if we can't agree, there's only one way to resolve this.”
She sipped her cocoa as Fluttershy waited expectantly.
“So…” Rarity smiled, “rematch?”
