Unorthodox Job

It went on like that for many, many weeks. 4 months would go by, and 6 days a week Silverstream would skulk into her room, get Gallus on her bed, and force herself on him like that all over again, from keeping him rigid with a cock ring, to scratching him to get him more and more squirmy within her vaginal hold. And her assault wouldn’t get any easier than before. Now, she was rough and tough and would squeeze him with all her might, until he’d fall asleep from all of the stimulation. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, so on, so forth, for weeks…

The six days were devastating to him, where he’d spend what must’ve been hours being pounded by Silverstream. She’d practically sap all of his energy and leave so little for him to use whenever he does wake up in a room empty unless she visits. He’d eat and drink, sure, but for what energy they offered, they’d soon quickly get dashed by another bout of sex with Silverstream. She, fortunately, had the state of mind to realize he couldn’t survive a full week of that, so on the seventh day, Silverstream would order a unicorn over, with the intent of healing up his scratches and restoring his energy. He was very thankful for that.

However, that would merely be a temporary reprieve. He knew that the day after, Silverstream would come to belt out more of that intense session. No matter how much he’d thrash, how much he’d squeal, how much he’d beg, the sea pony would ride him like, well, like a pony, even if he’d fear she’d break him into hundreds of little pieces. For a while, Gallus was sure that he’d get used to it or something, but she somehow managed to make the intensity so great, he’d never ever feel like he was safe while he was under her, no matter how good it might’ve felt.

Meanwhile, for a while, it seemed almost as if Silverstream was getting used to it. She still enjoyed his wriggling and how he felt inside her, but one can only dominate someone so many days in a row to keep it fun. Fortunately, she’d give herself a bit of a toy to enjoy a brand new session with him, and they each could indulge themselves in a bit of a… different dynamic.

One day, the front door was hit with a thud a bit stronger than a knock.

“Oops! My bad!” a dopey voice said. Silverstream approached and opened it wide, revealing the yellow-maned pegasus with bubbles for a cutie mark. She had on her side a satchel for carrying messages, but this time had carried a couple boxes with her down here. “Are you Silverstream?” she asked the sea pony. She enthusiastically nodded. The delivery mare held out a clipboard, which Silverstream signed. She investigated the signature, biting her tongue in concentration. She nodded, before flying away and leaving whatever boxes she’d left for Silverstream. One of them was about as big as Silverstream’s midsection and seemed to contain multiple items that rolled around lightly from within. The other, instead, was even taller than she was, but was very flat.

“Yoo hoo!” Silverstream cooed into her house. At that, a pair of her maids came forth, and nodded in understanding, before picking up either box and carrying them into the building, Silverstream skipping in their tracks. Eventually, the boxes would be carried into Silverstream’s bedroom, at which Gallus would look over curiously. Of course, they were set far from his range, meaning he couldn’t investigate the contents. Instead, Silverstream skipped in and towards the boxes.

“Thanks you too!” Silverstream said to the maids. “Now, please go back to your stations!” The two bowed, before turning and walking out of the room. And then, she turned and began tearing into the boxes, scraps of cardboard and tape flinging behind her as she dug.

“U-uh, what do you got there?” Gallus asked in worry.

“I wanted to spice some things up after four months!” Silverstream cheered. “So, I sent a letter and decided to buy a few new toys!” At that, Gallus blushed and held his tail defensively.

“N…New toys?” Gallus repeated in worry. Silverstream nodded enthusiastically as she finally pulled the flaps of the midsection-sized box open. And from this angle, Silverstream gasped in worry. He wasn’t able to see much inside, but he could see a worryingly large dildo protruding from the box. After opening that box, Silverstream moved onto the flatter one, which she clawed open as enthusiastically as the previous box. And then, she pried it open, revealing a wheel within, its color patterned akin to a target. It bore green padding, some forming an inner circle and some forming a ring outside of it, a gap between showing off the wood beneath as well as tracks for gears, cuffs fastened to them. It looked like the cuffs would spin throughout the circular device, as if intent on spinning around whoever was stuck on it.

She brought the device up, revealing a set of legs within with which she propped the circular device on top of it. She’d then drag it over near Gallus’ pole, where she’d set it up. She’d then walk back to the toy bag while Gallus looked over at it in sheer worry, sweat dropping down his brow in waterfall-like gushes. He could only watch Silverstream’s shaking backside as she dug through the box for whatever toys she was after. Eventually, she’d pull out a set of red, leather boots, which she slid up either of her legs. The hind ones ended in hooves, while the fore ones ended in claws, with segments for each digit to slide into.

Gallus blushed and sweated harder as his captor put on the colorful equipment, fearing for the worst. And it got even worse when she pulled out a bondage vest, ball gag, and blindfold. Gallus shuddered with worry as the sea pony walked over towards him while carrying each lewd device. What he didn’t expect, however, was for Silverstream to thrust the devices out in offering towards the griffon. Gallus furrowed his brow curiously and looked over the stuff, when she shook it, as if to entice him towards it.

“Uh… I-I don’t get it…” Gallus said.

“Well I want you to put it on me, silly!” Silverstream said matter of factly. Gallus only seemed more confused at her explanation of the seemingly obvious. He carefully reached forwards and snatched up the equipment she handed him, and looked over the stuff. The, he glanced towards Silverstream, who’d turned around in anticipation, her shaking her booty in front of him. Gallus blushed deeper and deeper, and panted heavily. He felt like he was dreaming or something. No, not quite a dream, no he began to think that this could be some kind of trap or trick.

What was she going to do? Would these toys somehow fly off of her to attack him? Would this stuff magically glue to his hand or something? Or was somebody going to spring in and get him in trouble for trying to wrap her up? However, his contemplation only got Silverstream shaking more and more and more and more. She seemed especially excited, so he was getting less and less certain that he should avoid this. He sighed, before leaning in. He wrapped up the gags, blindfold, and bondage vest. It took him a bit of work to get it just right, and he was scared of hurting her, but a few wriggles on her part made her motion for him to do it harder.

He sighed and kept on working. He’d have to tug the blindfold and gag tighter, and he’d have to tie up the bondage vest more and more. He kept on working and working, until it was nice and tight. Silverstream couldn’t speak, she couldn’t see, and she could barely move. But she was still shaking with excitement.

“O-ok, now what?” Gallus asked in confusion and concern. Silverstream mumbled and shook in a vague direction towards the spinning wheel. “Y-you wanna go to the wheel thing you stood up?” Silverstream nodded enthusiastically. “O…Ok…” Gallus said. He walked her over and over towards it, trying to walk him carefully to it. Once she stopped, she brought a wrist and drew a circle around it. “A-and now you…?” He glanced at the wheel. “You want to be cuffed to that thing?” Silverstream again nodded enthusiastically.

“A-are you sure?” Gallus asked. Silverstream nodded again and again. “…O-ok…” Silverstream then squatted down, prompting the gryphon to bend down to wrap his arms under her legs and behind her back. He hoisted her up, before placing her black on the center of that bondage wheel, before he brought her hind legs down in those straps, which he wrapped close. Then he took up her fore legs, and placed them in the upper straps, and sealed them in place. Silverstream wobbled around in place and found herself trapped in place.

She let out a muffled squeal of bliss and excitement, and she’d shake against the wheel. Gallus shivered and stepped back, nervously wringing his claws together.

“O-ok, I got you restrained,” he said. “N-now, Sh-should I scratch you? Should I touch you somewhere?” Silverstream let out more muffles and rocked in the direction of the box of toys. Gallus then carefully approached, and began to search through the stuff. Even if it was ordered new, which even that he wasn’t sure of, he felt uncomfortable. These things were about to do something even he wouldn’t have brought himself towards. As he searched, he’d find himself blushing harder and harder.

“Great Grover’s Ghost! Where do you even find this stuff, Silverstream?” Gallus asked in horror. “Cat-of-nine-tails… dripping candles… I pray this branding iron’s a prop.” As he searched, he saw something especially odd and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Is that… an ant farm?!” He snapped back in abject terror, his heart positively racing right now. Silverstream nodded and let out muffled squeals of excitement. “And you want me to use this on you?! Seriously?!” Silverstream again nodded. “I mean, geez! You have a double-ended dildo in here! How would we even-?” As he glanced over the toy, he took pause as gears spun in his brain. “Oh…” All the while, Silverstream squealed in excitement and shook and shook.

Gallus glanced from the equipment, and back to her. He kept on contemplating whether to use it or not. As he did, he’d begin to realize he wasn’t feeling that tingle. Why is that, though? Was it because she wasn’t actually saying the stuff? Could he just not do this because it makes him so uncomfortable? Could he ignore her orders finally? Still, she seemed very excited, even in her squirming. He wasn’t sure how, but he could certainly tell that she was doing it out of excitement, especially with how her squealing sounds not of protest, but of glee. He felt weird about this whole situation, but he felt sort of like he’d owe it to her, especially now that he got her restrained, to indulge in her. Besides, he’d finally be the one not getting pounded.

He sighed, and went to pick up the whip in the box. He sighed and walked over in front of her, and Silverstream seemed to shake at each step, seeming in anticipation of whatever toy he was going to use on her. He had one claw wrapped around the handle, and he’d grasp the rest of the toy with his other. He ran the non-handle-wielding claw from the base of the whip, and up to the tip of the tails. He sighed, before clacking the base against his other palm.

“O-ok… I-if you get uncomfortable with this, just remember you asked for it…” Gallus sighed. He rose the cat-of-nine-tails, before whipping it forwards. Silverstream squealed as the stuff lashed over several parts of her chest. Gallus winced at her reaction, but her slight pain was overwritten by an excited squeal. She began thrusting her body at him, as if inviting more whipping. Gallus blushed deeply and repeated the motion, now striking her thighs and waist. She quivered and squealed once more, her wings flailing about in reaction.

Gallus would repeat the process, purposefully avoiding the face as he whipped and whipped. His face was flush with red as he kept on striking, feeling more and more uncomfortable about what he’s doing. Eventually, though, her body was raw thanks to him, and she could only pant and pant and pant.

“O-ok, I think that’s enough of that!” he declared. Silverstream, however, wriggled pleadingly, letting out a few woeful mutters. “N-no, not enough of our time together! Here, I’ll just grab something else.” With that, he quickly darted towards the box again, where he’d pluck from it a candle. And it seems it was packed with a box of matches. He took one of them, and struck it, generating a small flame upon its head, which he used to ignite the candle. With it lit, he muttered about what to do with it. He glanced over at Silverstream, who wriggled about in her bindings.

He watched the lit candle, and contemplated. Then, he decided. He’d gently grab Silverstream’s ankle, before pushing it to turn her around on the wheel, turning her head down. Once there, he held the candle up above her underarm, and tilted. He’d see the wax slowly drip… Then, down it came. It struck her pit, and she squealed dreamily upon the attack. He shook and wriggled against the bindings, shaking around and banging against the circle. Gallus shivered at her strong reaction, but slowly moved around to the other, non-wax struck arm. He tilted, and down came another glob, gently striking it. Once more, she was struck with a gentle burn that stimulated her poor underarm.

He brought the candle up, and instead began to bring it up above her chest. She tilted, and began to let the wax tilt down. Down and down it went, like a string of saliva extending from some lips. Then, it touched down, and got her squealing. Gallus quickly pulled the candle away and spun her around, allowing the wax to get pulled down with gravity, the wax under her arms going down her sides, and the wax on her chest going down to her belly. She squealed as the warm wax got all over her sensitive spots.

Gallus felt more and more nervous as she squealed about and glanced at the candle. He shudders and decided to set it down, figuring that he may as well move onto the next thing. Unfortunately, the next thing was the, um, branding iron. Looking over it, he could see on its end the symbol of what appears to be a griffon. He shudders at the look, and begins to worry over it.

“Uh, Silverstream?” Gallus asked. “I’ve got the branding iron. Are you sure you want to use this thing?” Silverstream rocked about and nodded her head enthusiastically. She begins shaking her backside, and she tried to motion her hands towards her hips. “Y-you want me to brand your… butt?” Silverstream nodded happily and happily, squealing in anticipation. “O-ok…” he groaned. He struck another match and held it to the iron, slowly igniting it. Soon, the iron lit up like a shade akin to magma. He took in a deep breath, before spinning Silverstream around so that her legs were pointed towards the side, so as to get him a better angle at her rear.

He lifted up the iron, and aimed it carefully, biting his tongue in concentration. Then, he carefully sent it forwards with the intent of striking. Soon, he managed to plant it upon her left buttock, and he immediately heard the muffled squeal from her. She squealed and shook around, thrusting and banging against her bindings as she was pelted with a special kind of pain that she seems very capable of lusting over. And so, Gallus took the iron off of him, where he’d see her buttock burning brightly from the iron.

He placed the brand down on the ground and let it roll away from him, him keeping a safe distance from the two of them. He then leaned in to blow on the steaming buttock, trying to dull the pain she must’ve been enduring. He felt her legs quake around him, which only made him feel weary about what all he was doing. Soon, though, he saw the steam stop, and so he shrank away, feeling like he might’ve done what all he needed.

So, he retreated and went towards the box while Silverstream kept making her lustful moans and squeals, still shaking in her bindings.

“O-ok, I’m moving onto the next thing!” he declared. He searched through the things still in the box. There, he’d see two items left. One was that ant farm he saw earlier, and the, gulp, dildo… “Not yet, he muttered, pushing the dildo away. Then, he picked up the farm itself, feeling dirty as he looked over it. “Oh, I really hope you’re safe ants,” he muttered to himself. He then turned Silverstream to get her head up and feet down. With her properly oriented, he looked over the farm while Silverstream muttered in confusion, wriggling as her body was untouched for a while now.

He sighed, before sliding a panel out of place.

“Ok, get ready…” he muttered. Then, he leaned the opening against her ankle, and let the contents of it pour out and onto her. They began crawling, and would occasionally bite at her. Instead of squealing, Silverstream seemed to laugh uproariously, shaking around as the insects crawled over and bit her. She clenched up her fingers and toes and thrashed around, howling out in muffled laughter, her thighs quaking. Gallus blushed as she watched him struggling, before noticing between her legs. She was… wet? How long had she been wet? And how must’ve all this stuff he was doing feel?

The ants crawled over and over her, their tiny legs poking and prodding in all sorts of sensitive ways, and their mandibles managing to deliver just the right amount of pain for her to enjoy. She swung about and pumped her hips, as if she was trying to ride something. Gallus would come to realize just what she was getting at, and blush. He’d realize he’d have to sate her somehow. He owed it after putting him through all of this pain. He sighed, before going to the box once more.

While Silverstream gasped and panted and strained against the bindings, Gallus shakily picked up the dildo. He looked over it and took a deep breath, feeling a chill run through his spine and a blush on his face. He took up, and began to walk towards Silverstream, where he’d wave the many bugs off of her thighs, her stomach, and her chest. At which, Silverstream would sigh both in relief and longing. Then, she felt his fingers between his legs, at which he’d spread her. Silverstream seemed to gasp in understanding, anticipating what he was about to do. She shook harder and harder and squealed happily as she awaited what he was about to do.

He made sure she was spread, and took a few deep breaths. He felt really dirty. He brought up the toy… before thrusting an end in. Silverstream squealed at the attack, shaking her hips and pumping. Gallus would hold it carefully and attempt to pump forwards and back, forwards and back. However, she’d eventually grunt and shake her head and hips. This grunt wasn’t quite joyful, more seemingly meant to get his attention. He looked up curiously, momentarily forgetting that she couldn’t see. The sea pony would then sensually pump his hips, while letting out what sounded like a muffled “bow chicka wow wow”.

“O-oh… a-are you serious?” Gallus asked in understanding. Silverstream nodded and gave a few more thrusts with her hips, the dildo rocking with each thrust. Gallus sighed. “O-ok, I’ll get in front of you,” he said. So, he turned around and began to set himself in just the right place, lining his butt crack up with the dildo. Silverstream shook the dildo around, and would realize what was in front of her. And in that moment, Gallus could swear a smile dressed her lips.

She brought her hips, back, before thrusting forwards.

“A-ah-ha!” Gallus gasped in shock. In the moment, he felt his cock go rock hard, despite his discomfort with the situation. He grunted and wriggled around, when Silverstream pumped again. Gallus felt like this lady, who was strapped to a wheel, was actually fucking him! “S-Silverstream!!!” But she kept pumping, and she moaned happily, a strong blush on her cheeks. Thrust, thrust, thrust she went, pounding him more and more while stimulating herself. “Silver!!!” He was starting to leak pre as she pumped his virgin rear.

Silverstream’s speed got faster and faster, her seeming intent on pounding him silly until either of them reached their end. And, sure enough, neither Gallus nor Silverstream could hold back anymore. Silverstream squealed out as she soaked the dildo, and Gallus bellowed out a deep moan as he came all over the floor. After that, the two, now all sweaty, were limp and panting. They each were dealing with the intense feeling of their combined orgasms, Silverstream elated and Gallus feeling extremely dirty.

Eventually, the gryphon’s mental faculties would return.

“Ok… we went through the whole box…” Gallus said. He slid forwards, then, with a pop, he got off of the dildo, after which he’d pull it off. He’d then go through the long process of undoing Silverstream’s straps, gag, and blindfold. Once they were gone, Silverstream leapt on him and wrapped her forelegs around his neck.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you!” she squealed. “I mean, that unicorn will fix all this up, but still, it was su~per good~!”

“Y-yeah, don’t mention it…” Gallus said. “Seriously…” He nervously rubbed his hindquarters, them stinging a little after that attack.

“Oh that’ll have to be a mainstay from here on out!”

“Mainstay?”

“Yeah! You get to do all of that stuff to me, I get to fuck and fuck and fuck you, and we do that over and over and over and over and over-!”

She’d repeat this, even as she skipped Gallus over towards the bed, where she’d set him down and let him lie. With him in place, she climbed on and laid, where the two of them would have the chance to rest on yet another night of their long, long slavery.