To Love Your Torturer

Chrysalis and Shining looked into each other's eyes. The tension between them was incredible. Fear, sadness, hatred, sadism, and anger filled the air.

"I'll start with an easy question, Shining." Chrysalis proclaimed, while nonchalantly levitating a pair of pincers down from the wall.

"How many ponies are in the Equestrian forces?"

Shining looked at the small torture device. Other than his imminent pain, the only thing he could think about was his mother's endless whining. He really didn't want her to see this.

"Before we start, could you cover my Mom's eyes or ears? She doesn't need to witness this. I beg you."

Chrysalis rolled her eyes.

"I'll take her to her cell, but if you keep on not talking, expect me to bring her back."

Shining nodded.

"T-thank you." He uttered, honestly surprised she let him have it his way for the second time in a row.

After two changelings had come to escort Twilight Velvet away, Chrysalis turned back to her other prisoner.

"I'll ask you again; How many ponies are in the Equestrian military?"

"I can't tell you. I have my duties."

"Would it really hurt? It's just a number."

"It would help you attack the ponies I've sworn to ward. Innocent ponies, who all have dreams and loved ones. I won't tell you a damn thing other than your name looks greasy."

Chrysalis smiled at his persistence. Her cruel smirk sent shivers down his spine.

"Careful, Shining. Passive aggression won't lead you anywhere nice."

"I'm not trying to upset you. I'm simply stating my position." Shining answered meekly, trying to defend himself from any reason she would have to hurt him other than interrogation.

"I understand your position. However, you're strapped to a rack, and I'm about to pull your teeth out. Do you think you can keep your composure through that? If you can't, you might as well talk now, and spare you the torture."

Shivering with nervousness, Shining gulped.

"I-I can't tell. I can't risk the lives of all those ponies for the sake of just my own."

"And your mother's." Added Chrysalis.

Shining began tearing up again.

"You can't trade millions for just two."

The changeling queen leaned in closer to her victim. He could feel her heavy breaths against his face as she spoke.

"Then open your mouth."

Reluctantly, Shining Armor did as he was told and revealed his teeth to his tormenter. He felt the pincers enter, forcefully pushing its way into his right cheek and grab onto one of his molars. He closed his eyes trying to mentally prepare himself to suffer. The very next moment his tooth was being twisted sideways out of place. He tried to jerk his head away while he screeched in pain. Chrysalis stopped him from moving his head with her hoof.

"Lay still or I shall do this to your mother!"

Even though the pain was intense, her threats stopped him from trying to escape. He just laid, crying and rattling as the taste of blood filled his mouth.

Chrysalis pulled, and the teeth went with the motion, causing Shining to let out a moan of displeasure.

"Talk!"

"I han't" Whimpered Shining.

He whined immensely as Chrysalis went in for another tooth, and she didn't even stop to ask him again before also taking a third.

She seized tormenting him after that, looking coldly at the hyperventilating stallion.

"I better move on to something else while you can still talk."

Thankful to still have 37 teeth left, Shining nodded at her proposal while the taste of blood and marrow grew stronger.

"Listen, Shield Ass, I already told you, I have you tied to a rack. This device is meant to pull your limbs, first out of their sockets, then apart by the joints, then by your bones, and then finally tear them away from your body. Do you understand?"

Shining nodded again, his crying turning louder.

"Not only will this be a lot more painful than a little dental work. This will cripple you for life if I stretch you far enough. So talk."

Shining certainly wanted to, but there was no way he could. He had to protect Equestria. He could not allow himself to become a tool of its demise. He could not tell this cruel creature a thing.

"I won't!" He yelled with a newfound passion. "Go ahead and torture me, you cruel bitch! I will endure!"

His sudden aggressiveness, made Chrysalis look dumbfounded for at least a moment before her shocked look turned to anger.

"If you ever, ever talk to me like that again, not only will I disembowel your mother in front of you, I'll also castrate you with a vice, have I made myself clear!?"

Upon hearing her threats, and coming face to face with her scary anger, his bravery, and stupidity both died down a bit.

"S-sorry. I was out of place."

"Have I made myself clear!" she repeated, adding a layer of saliva to his face as she yelled.

"C-Crystal," he answered softly.

"Then show me some obedience, and swallow your teeth," she said, holding the three bloody molars up to his mouth with magic.

He obeyed her cruel order and opened wide for her. She dropped them in one by one and he gulped them down like pills.

She laughed at his obedience, forgetting her anger. She really was a cruel bitch, but Shining knew he had to keep thoughts like that to himself from now on.

"Now Shining, you told me earlier that you would beg for torture if I liked that. I do like that. So either answer my question or plead for further suffering."

Shining gulped yet again. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath.

"Please, ma'am. Hurt me."

"As you wish." Snared Chrysalis who was honestly expecting his breath to be an indication of him giving in to her demands.

She placed a hoof on the racks crank and pressed it down a couple of notches. The echoing sound of the grinding gears filled the room as the rope stretched.

So far, nothing fell out of place, but Shining felt great discomfort as his limbs were stretched beyond their natural limits.

He gritted his teeth and moaned in pain, while Chrysalis laughed loudly.

"I love the rack, Shining. It's by far my favorite torture device. I find it quite elegant, wouldn't you agree?"

"Argh. Y-yes, ma'am."

"Still won't talk, then?" She asked, rubbing her hoof gently on the crank, wiggling it slightly to make him feel the upcoming torture.

"Arrrgh. Mhhhh. There are ways to get information. Arghhh. I'm not one of them."

"Then beg me to stretch you."

"Argh. Please, Chrysalis, I can't betray my country. This serves nothing."

"I told you to beg for torture. Make good on your promise. Or would you rather see your mother in this device?"

"Argh. Okay. Ngghhh! Please, ma'am. Owww. Stretch meeeee-heeheeeee!"

Shining cried out loudly as he uttered those words, much to Chrysalis' amusement.

"Ma'am is not good enough. How do you address your princess?"

"I-I. Owwwwww. I call her Princess. Argh!"

"Then call me your queen. Try again. Plead for your own suffering."

"Stretch me, queen! Argh!"

Chrysalis turned the crank another notch, enjoying the look of pain that filled her victim's face. His wide bloodshot eyes, sweaty facial fur, and open mouth amused her greatly. To both of their surprise, he didn't scream. His pain was absolutely silent other than a few grunts.

She cranked again, and his shoulders dislocated with a lovely popping sound.

As his joints snapped, his quiet pain turned to loud screams. He hoped to Celestia that his mom's cell was far enough away from the torture chamber for her not to hear it, but he knew that wasn't the case. His screams could be heard everywhere in the dungeon, no doubt about that.

Almost as loudly as Shining screamed, Chrysalis laughed. She didn't wait long before cranking the device again, increasing her victims already immense suffering.

The tension became too much for his knee joints, and like his shoulders before them, they tore, ripping apart the cartilage between his bones. First went his front legs, and as Chrysalis was relentless, his back legs followed after another couple of cranks.

The pain was indescribable. Shining was screaming himself hoarse, and Chrysalis was enjoying every moment of it.

She stopped stretching him, wanting to savor the moment where his flesh would tear and his limbs would be pulled from his body. She let him lie, outstretched on the rack, as she asked him again.

"Will you tell me, or should I make you even taller?"

Shining's only answer was painful moans and hoarse cries. He had no power left in his chest to scream, and with the tension now stagnant, his whimpering was enough to satisfy his enate needs for whining.

After a couple of seconds of listening to his pitiful cries, Chrysalis pulled a lever near the crank, and the tension was released. Shining Armor's limbs subtracted like overused rubber bands. The sudden movement caused another squeal of pain, but once his legs where back where they belonged, (or at least close to that,) his pain was lessened greatly.

He laid for a while, breathing heavily, before the somewhat impatient queen asked again.

"Well? Are you going to talk."

"Please. Chrysalis, I beg you. I can't let all those ponies die just because I am suffering. I could never live with myself if I was the course of their demise. What would you do if you were in my situation? Would you let your children die?" he spoke, softly and sadly.

She contemplated his words for a moment.

"My hive live to serve me. I alone am more important than every changeling there is. I could live without a hive, but without a queen, they would all wither and die."

"You really don't get us, then. We are not just Celestia's pawns. We take care of ourselves and each other, and every single pony in our society matters."

"Careful, Shining. You wouldn't want to get the habit of speaking out of turn, would you?"

"I would not, but if it's not too much to ask of you, I would still like to speak my mind on this matter. If you won't allow it, just say the word, I'll shut up. Just don't expect me to talk."

Chrysalis stood for yet another moment, looking at her torture-toy, as he looked back at her. He was frightened, yet he was brave. Weak, yet strong.

"Let's take a torture break," she finally proclaimed, much to Shining's relief.

He had gotten through his first torture session, but he was fearing for what was to come.