“So, Trixie, did you enjoy that? Did it feel like one of your stallions’ gang bang orgies?”

Her head hung down, uselessly. She sobbed and perspired.

“Yeah, you’re right.” I pulled out my dildo. It was covered with shit and blood. “There’s still something missing”

I walked in front of her.

She didn’t seem to register me. I stood up on my hind legs and lifted her head with a forehoof. “I made you feel it, but now I’m giving you a chance to taste it, as well.”

She focused on my strap-on and leaned back her head. “No, no, please. I surrender. Just -”

I forced it into her mouth.

“Open wide, whorse!”

“Hhh!”

“You don’t have to talk, Trixie. You just have to swallow. The trick is not to gag on the intrusion while you wrap your throat around it.”

She lowered her jaw and pressed her tongue down as if she wanted to protect it from getting dirty from her own excretions. She leaned her head back as far as she could.

I pushed in and felt the resistance of her throat. “Yes, baby. Surrender to your lust.”

The gag reflex took over. Her throat wrapped tightly around my shaft.

I kept leaning forward.

Her body shook profoundly. The noise she made was hilarious. It sounded as if she was farting through her mouth. I pressed in harder to hear more of the gurgling vibrations.

The strap on was almost all the way in her throat. Just a little more.

She shook uncontrollably.

Her muzzle touched my belly. I stroke her head with a hoof. “Good mare.”

I waited until her eyes rolled back then pulled the strap-on out of her throat.

She loudly gasped and filled her lungs with air.

“You know what, Trixie, your need for breeding is getting in the way of a good banging. But don’t worry, I can fix this. In theory, the vibrations of my strap-on could form a tube-shaped channel that could serve as a medium for air transfer. Whatever, let’s just test it.”

“No, please. I’ll do whatever you ghh—”

“You do what I tell you to do, Whorse. And don’t speak with your mouth full. Now strap yourself in, this is going to tickle a lot.”

I turned on the vibrations on my vibe 9000.

“Hhh!”

“That’s right, you should be able to breathe now. Who says that you can’t have cake and eat it at the same time. It’s just a matter of ingenuity, and that happens to be my forte.”

I slung forth my hips, shoving my strap-on in all the way just before she could cough.

She clenched her eyes together while pushing out her tears. Her ears pricked.

I leaned back pulling my strap-on out, then forward pushing it in again, then back again.

Her funny voices turned to slurps.

My body moved back and forth, banging my strap-on in her throat with tremendous force.

I kept pushing until I was exhausted, and then I kept pushing more. My face was probably all red from the effort. Hers turned greener with every passing moment.

The strap-on popped out with a plop. I giggled and took a step back.

A loud gasp resonated but was quickly negated when she threw up in an arch.

“Oh, my, you really liked that, didn’t you?”

As she emptied her stomach on the floor, she made a screaming sound while she inhaled.

The smell of her sweat mixed with the acid remains of the contents of her stomach.

Something must have gotten into her lungs, I concluded from the sounds of profound coughing that ensued. It was either shit, blood or her half-digested pieces of my peaches. Desperate sips of air were constantly interrupted by spasms. She was so cute.

“There, there.” I levitated up the scepter and pounded on her back.

Her coughs didn’t cease and desist.

I pounded harder.

She shook her head as she continued to cough.

I pounded with even more vigor. Her body gave off sounds resembling drum beats.

Her gasping and coughing times decreased enough for her to squeeze in some yelling. The screams turned into cute squeaks at the end when she ran out of breath.

I hit her a few more times, just to make sure her airways were cleared properly.

She hung loosely in the metal structure. The firm bindings kept her body in the standing position as if she was asking for more. Her head was lowered almost touching the ground. Her mouth was agape. Saliva dripped onto the pull of vomit. Every inch of her body twitched and shook.

“I bet I was at least half a stallion just now.”

Her head was still lowered, breathing loud.

“Oh, come on, I deserve at least some recognition after everything I just did for you.”

Besides her trembling body and hyperventilation, there wasn’t any response from her.

“Well, fine. If that’s what you think, then I guess I’ll just have to double my efforts.”

“A-a!?!” She lifted up her head. Her mouth was still agape, eyes wide open. “No more… ” Her face grimaced as her body shook.

“So, are you satisfied?”

She looked away. “Yeah...”

“Is your great and powerful horniness pleased?”

She looked down to the floor, her head dropped down. “Yeah...”

“Was I better than your fuck-stallions you whore yourself to?”

“Yeah...”

“Naa, I’m not convinced.” I floated my scepter under her neck and lifted her head.

She clenched her teeth.

“Here’s what I’m thinking, Trixie. You didn’t enjoy it and you don’t want to comment on it because you’re reluctant to hurt my feelings. But I really want to prove myself to you. I don’t want to stay an abomination in your eyes, so get ready for another round.”

Her ears perked up as she leaned back. “No, no more! Please!”

“Are you just saying that or were you really that happy with the pounding I gave you?”

“I was happy. You did me good. Please!”

“I did you good, didn’t I?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me more about how you enjoyed it.”

“Wha...”

“I want a full review! Don’t you dare bury these memories! I want you to cherish them as one of the most profound experiences in your life. Go over every detail of what just happened in your mind. You need to relive it over and over again so that the event gets scarred into your gray matter.”

The fur on her face soaked up more tears.

“Well, go on. Talk to me. How did it start?”

“You did me?”

“Begin with me pressing both forehooves against your flank as I positioned my strap-on.”

She yelped with her mouth ajar.

“This is a test, Trixie. If you don’t pass we’ll have to redo everything.”

“No! No more!”

“Well, then you better pass on your first try. Now describe everything that went on. I want to hear about every single detail.”

“You had both forehooves on my flank.”

“That’s right. Go on.”

“You were positioning your—” She sobbed “—your… ”

“My strap-on...”

“You pressed on me with your hooves.”

“Yes, we’ve already covered that. What happened then.”

“Then—then you did me.” She burst out crying.

“You’re skipping all the juicy parts! I told you, I want every detail.”

“You really did me… ” Her head slowly dropped down again.

“Trixie, look at me!” I lifted her head with both forehooves.

Her eyes avoided me. “You did me so hard.”

“Trixie, I have this urge to take my scepter and beat on you right now.”

Her mouth opened and tears drifted across her face, but she didn’t resist. Her head hung gently in my hooves.

“Tell you what, Trixie. I’ll give you a pass for now. You kind of exhausted me and I’m not really in the mood to beat and bang on you. But tomorrow morning, I’ll want a detailed review of what happened today.

“Can I be alone now?” she asked monotonically.

“Nonsense. The night is still young, and there are no breaks on this rape train.”

Author's Note

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