Candy’s Striped Master

Candy must have waited for a good three hours, in which during that time like most of her fellow prisoners she was at least able to take some comfort in getting off her hooves. Usually, as she imagined would be the same for just about any other Pony there, waiting so long would have driven the poor mare mad with boredom, but boredom at least in this case seemed like a nice alternative to malaria, rape, beatings, and constantly aching hooves from a seemingly never ending journey. A mare could almost forget where she was for a few minutes, almost

But of course this peace could only last so long, as eventually she was called into the room. Most of her fellow Ponies didn’t even bother to notice her disappearance, nevermind wish her goodbye or good luck, not that she was too bothered by it or that she was going to hold any grudge.

Trotting over obediently to the door the butf Zebra guard that had gestured for her to accompany him quickly sealed it back shut, locking it to her worry and confusion.

Looking about the room she didn’t know whether or not to feel at ease or worried. The only other stallion in the room asides from two guards was a semi-professional looking Zebra that could just almost be considered elderly, at what looked like 55-60 years old. The room was split into two, with one side containing two metal chairs and a small metal table, and the other containing what vaguely looked like an operating bed, without most of the equipment surrounding it, and more than a few extra restraints.

The older Zebra simply gestured for her to take a seat on the chair closest to the wall, and to her gratitude, farthest away from that strange bed. She took her seat as dutifully as she could while the Zebra took his, not wanting to stir up any unnecessary trouble for herself.

The Zebra then brought out a pair of glasses which he quickly put on before pulling a little notepad and pen up to his face. “Name?”” He simply asked.

“Candy.” She replied.

“Age?”

“19.”

“Occupation?”

“Employed in the Equestrian Royal Guard. Stationed just within the Zebrica border to aid in disrupting supply lines.” She lied, imagining that revealing her true identity as a spy and reconsense Pony would do nothing but get her into more trouble.

The questions went on like this back and forwards for a few minutes until the Zebra began to hint on more personal and intimate topics. “Virginal status?” He nonchalantly asked.

“Uh….I’ve never been with a stallion….or a mare.” She replied after some hesitation.

“Ever used any toys?”

“No, just my hoof.” She felt extremely embarrassed, and in truth she had no idea whether revealing this information was a good idea. She knew that Zebras highly prized virgins, especially cute, feminine, youthful virgins such as herself, but she couldn’t decide whether or not that was a bad thing, to be prized so intimately by such beasts, and what that entailed. But then again, she didn’t want to know how they treated the mares they didn’t prize.

Eventually after a few questions of the ilk asking whether or not she found Zebras to be attractive, whether or not she owned any porn featuring Zebras, and equally disgusting and personal questions, all of which she felt compelled to answer honestly, they finally came upon a topic that disturbed the poor mare more viscerally.

“Family?” He simply asked.

“What?” Candy retorted back shocked.

“Do you have any family?”

“Yes, I suppose.” She responded hesitantly.

“Names, occupations, current residency, etc?”

Again she had extreme apprehension about this question, but she remembered something she had always been told in training. ‘If captured only lie when it’s absolutely necessary. Don’t tell stupid unnecessary lies, because you will be tripped up, and when you are the whole story will become suspect.’ As much as it disturbed her, most of her family lived in Canterlot and she herself wasn’t a big target, so she supposed telling the truth in this instance couldn’t possibly do any harm, as much as it made her skin crawl.

After another few minutes she had answered almost every question honestly, trying her best to keep track of the hoofful of lies she was forced to sprinkle in with the truth.

The Zebra then simply gestured for her to get up and accompany him to the ominous looking bed from earlier. She got up, but she didn’t move one inch towards that thing.

“Come on.” He simply said.

“Why?” Candy asked with clear fear in her voice.

“So we can do the physical examination.” The Zebra continued.

“What for?” Candy asked again, taking a few steps back.

The stallion simply scrunched up his muzzle before gesturing for his two guards. “I don’t have time for this. Get her on the bed if she won’t comply. It’s just another thing I’ll have to mark down.” He said in slight annoyance.

Two buff Zebra guards approached Candy slowly from either side, causing the mare to ‘eep’ as she took a few more hesitant steps back. They blocked her off into a corner, causing her to instinctively light up her horn in preparation to cast some spell.

She hadn’t even considered casting anything when both of the Zebras became wide eyed with fear, causing one of them to land a hard, blunt blow right across her horn with his hoof, while the other cracked her across the jaw. The pain was instantaneous, causing Candy to slam into the floor after two loud cracks and a screeching scream.

One of the guards then grabbed her by the tail, dragging her off while the other stuck to her side. Reaching the bed they both yanked her up, throwing her dazed body on the bed, stomach up, while the older Zebra quickly got to work, first attaching a magical repressor around her horn before he strapped every one of her limbs down, finishing by strapping her tail over the end of the bed, and her neck around a tight collar. She could hardly move an inch after it, not that she wanted too after her splitting headache.

“Just remember that you could have cooperated, and you brought this on yourself.” The Zebra simply said before bringing out various pieces of measuring equipment.

He then began measuring every inch of her body, from her legs to the length of her tail, also noting down things such as her eye colour, mane, coat colour, etc. Throughout all of this Candy’s sore head recovered but she didn’t protest much, simply accepting her fate, of course that was until the stallion removed his measuring tape and decided to use his hoof instead.

It was sudden, but Candy’s eyes shot open in an instant. She felt a hard falt hoof playing around with her marehood, manipulating her soft virginal lips, rubbing her unspoiled clit. Both of the Zebra’s forehooves were all over her pussy, pulling her folds from one side to another while he felt her up, leaning in to get a good look at her privates.

“What are you doing!?” She demanded, her eyes like pin pricks as she stared directly forwards.

“I’m inspecting your marehood. What does it look like I’m doing.” He said, taking notes with one hoof while he continued to prod her vagina with the other.

Candy felt completely humiliated and helpless just lying there while this stallion, this Zebra felt her unsullied sex, proding her, examining her. Unable to even move she felt a few tears run down her face as the stallion behind her continued scribbling down little notes about her marehood.

“Having fun back there?” The Zeba asked, chuckling lightly to himself as he brought a hoof over to the mare’s face, wiping a few small tears from her eyes.

Smiling to himself he trotted over to a small set of metal drawers, retrieving an extremely large steel rod which he flashed quite proudly at the poor mare strapped down to his ‘examination’ table.

“What is that!?” Candy asked, panicked.

“I’m going to use this to see how tight you are.” He simply said with a little satisfied smirk plastered across his stripped face.

“No, no! Please! You can’t! I’m a virgin!” She begged, becoming semi-hysterical as she began to pathetically thrash about in her restraints.

The Zebra simply laughed heartily back at her, continuing his slow trot towards the mare’s rump. “Trust me. Stay still and you’ll probably enjoy this if anything.” He said, pressing the cold steel rod up against the mare’s soft, ebony black vulva.

“Please. I’m a virgin. I’ve never had anything inside of me like that.” She continued to beg through hot tears as her thrashing began more violent.

The Zebra behind her simply smiled, pushing the thick steel rod past her virginal lips, directly into the mare. Her walls instinctively clamped down on the thick rod entering her, and while it was extremely painful and took more than a good few seconds to enter her the steel beam seemed to be lathered in some kind of wet slippery liquid which just about guided it into.

Her only two body parts that weren’t completely restrained, reacted suddenly, causing the poor mare to clench her eyes shut while she stretched her mouth open to an almost painful degree and let a out an extremely loud, long winded scream of pain.

The steel beam felt completely foreign inside of her. It massive, thick, almost icy cold, and literally as hard as a chunk of metal. The stallion was going extremely slow with it, but the sensation of being ripped open by this thing while her prior to unused and extremely sentence vaginal walls clamped down it was beyond horrifying. And all she could do was scream and pathetically try to thrash about on the bed.

The beam must have gotten at least a good foot into her, becoming almost visibly noticeable through her stomach, before the Zebra behind her began to pull it out, which proved just as horrifying, especially as the walls of her sex instinctively tried to grasp tighter onto the immense beam, pulling it back into her depths. She couldn’t seem to control the muscle, which acted seemingly of its own accord.

Eventually the beam slipped out of her pussy with a rather disturbing ‘plop’, taking just a little more liquid with it than it had gone in with. Candy was just left hyperventilating on the bed, feeling completely violated and ashamed of herself.

The Zebra continued to smile before he leaned over and gave Candy pussy a gentle little kiss to tease her, quickly retrieving his notepad and pen to inform her of how well she did. “Extremely tight, very sexually responsive, young, innocent, cute, feminine, a real 10/10 mare. You’re going to make many Zebras very very happy. You should learn to be proud of that fact, because it isn’t changing, and if you think crying or screaming about how much of a virgin you are is going to gain you any sympathy you’re sadly mistaken. You’ll only find yourself being all the more popular.” The stallion simply said matter of factly, albeit with a hint of pride in his tone.

He trotted up to Candy’s face before gently kissing behind the ear of the weeping mare, smiling down at her. “I may even have to borrow you for myself every now and again, and I promise you that I don’t promise that to every one of my patients.” He whispered maliciously into her ear.

The stallion then simply got up and gestured for his guards. “Get her up! And you, don’t try resisting again, you’ve already seen where that gets you!” He finally command, pointing back to Candy.

Candy was quickly released from her restraints, although her magical suppressor was far from removed. She wiped a few tears from her face before she dragged off the bed, falling to the floor with a loud crack.

Not wanting to upset her companies anymore she got up, trying her best not to cry as she was escorted to the door.

“You can expect to be immediately integrated into camp life from this second forwards. You are to go directly to the messhall for a meal and then you’ll be promptly escorted to you cell. If anything you should feel lucky, you’re a high tier mare so you’ll be kept aside commander, and you’re about to get your first good meal for as long as you can probably remember.” He said just before she left the other door.

“Although if I were you I’d wipe that miserable look off my face. It doesn’t look good on you and it’ll do you no good to look so weak around the other Zebras, or tartarus, the other Ponies in the camp.” He said, giving her a little bit of advice to finish off.