My Life on a Cassette Tape

Starlight opened her eyes, the room was dark around her. Where was she? Slowly, the previous night wormed its way into her mind.

"The Elements of Harmony, my mares, and I all suddenly teleported out of town!" The young stallion had shouted. Suddenly the ponies he had mentioned were gone in a flash of energy. The strange stallion - Silver, if the fleeting memories from the time between then and now were to be trusted - had cursed, turning to her, fury in his gaze as he looked down on her.

"Won't you just go to sleep?" He grunted, and immediately she felt herself begin to collapse into a fitful sleep as he drew out a notepad and pen, scratching something down as he turned away. Since then, her memories were hazy with the sleep she had tried to keep going as the stallion had asked her.

Visions of being moved by others. Vague pictures of dark corridors. Images of ponies chained up. Phantoms of moans of pleasure. And then a heavy door closing. Now she was here, strapped to a chair in the dark, her clothes back on her, put on at some point she couldn't recall. With a blinding flash, the door to the room opened. She looked up, still drowsy from waking up moments ago. A figure walked in, a cloak draped over his shoulders.

"Glad you could join us. Now I can begin with the treatment." He said, closing the door behind himself. Starlight could tell in the lowered light of her chamber that it was a griffon; plumage evident on his head while the sound of soft paw falls instead of shoes on the floor was distinctly griffonian. "This is quite a simple procedure, so I'll help you along here at the start. Please listen closely." He said, setting a heavy case on a small table in the corner of the room, unlatching its several locks.

"What... what are you going to do to me? Where am I?" Starlight asked weakly, feeling far more tired that she felt she should.

"You are in my domain." The griffon replied darkly, opening the case and drawing out a syringe, flicking it a few times. "As for what I intend to do, I was going to tell you that either way." Moving over to Starlight, the griffon gripped Starlight's arm, negating her struggles, and jabbed the needle into her arm. He pushed the syringe's plunger down, the fluid slowly entering Starlight. The effect wasn't immediately apparent, leaving Starlight all the more concerned as she braced for whatever would occur. After a moment she could feel herself heat up, not at all what she had been expecting from the drug as a flush came to her face.

"You see," the griffon began, adjusting his cloak, "I too have a power, but it's less direct than others." Suddenly Starlight felt a thrill of pleasure course through her, and found after it left her that her shirt was now open, and bra missing. She breathed heavily, feeling the last twinges of pleasure leave her. "I have to use... subterfuge. Sly and marginally deceptive tactics some might call cheating." He continued to explain, when suddenly another rush hit Starlight. It felt as if somepony had given a long, drawn out lick to her lower lips; and looking down, she saw her pants and panties were indeed gone. She felt good, too good.

"I've had to refine my technique over the years, you see." The griffon went on, taking a chair from the shadows, planting himself down in it, still fiddling with his broach. Starlight again shivered as it felt like the phantoms of fingers once inside her left her, leaving her filled with pleasure, but profoundly empty as whatever had been in her left with little ceremony.

"What... what did you give me?" She gasped, feeling another rush as if a tongue had swiped at her left teat. The griffon chuckled, looking over the vile passively, as if admiring the craftsmanship of the item.

"Special brew. Its an add mixture of an aphrodisiac to get you going, some trace compounds that enhance your sensitivity, and a very special type of neural inhibitor." He looked up to her from his idle inspection of the syringe. "Simply put, you will feel good, keep feeling good, but-" Starlight gasped as she felt her nipples get twisted, "you won't be able to orgasm." Starlight looked at him with a mixture of fury and despair at this revelation.

"I'm not cruel though... well, not entirely." He said, standing up, moving over to the case again. Starlight followed him, and as he stopped at the case, his cloak fluttered slightly, his hand briefly touching his broach to adjust it when it felt like a dick had hilted in her, driving far deeper than anything had before, leaving her with a rush of pleasure, and a slow seeping of blood.

"I have to say I'm surprised a mare as... desirable as you is a virgin." He commented off hand. "But to continue," he turned with two syringes, one in each taloned hand, "I have in one of these bad boys the antidote for the lack of orgasm you are experiencing. But the other is filled with the same solution as I hit you with already." Moving back to his seat, he pulled a small nightstand over with his paw-like foot, setting the syringes on it, going back to adjusting his broach. Starlight strained at her restraints as pleasure overflowed her body, her tits feeling as those they had been sucked and licked, her pussy feeling cared for as it twitched for the thing no longer in it.

"Now, overdosing is a concern. I fear that if I give you the one that is already in you again that you might never orgasm again." His features twisted in mock concern. "But unless you improve, I fear I might have to give you that at some point, especially since we never know how you'll react being let out. You see, I need you to behave." She arched her back as she felt driving thrusts one moment, only to have them fade away. "And you aren't doing that right now."

"W-why?" She panted. "Why do I feel all these-" She was cut off in a shrill yowl of pleasure as her nipples felt themselves twisted and played with more.

"That's my doing, though not through these drugs. No, I have other means of doing that." The griffon said, standing up, circling Starlight. She watched him pass in front of her, feeling her mane pulled back harshly as something shoved itself inside her asshole and pussy. Passing beside her, she felt her tits fondled, and she loved it. She felt her pussy getting slammed over and over, and she loved it. She felt her throat getting used, and she loved it. She strained against her bonds, her pleasure building ever greater beyond what she thought even possible, and she loved it!

"You love this, don't you?" A whisper came in one ear, surprising her. "You want this." A whisper in the other ear, breaking the haze of her ever mounting, but never releasing, pleasure. "You need this!" The harshly spoken words entered her as she felt her body ache in the pleasure.

"Think of your friends..." The griffon said, eye to eye with Starlight as she felt the phantom sensations of a kiss. "Think of them, how they don't get this feeling." She felt her pussy quiver again, feeling as if she had yet again had her boobs played with. "You are special today. Imagine," He whispered in her ear, her teats feeling as if they had been pulled harshly, "getting fucked." His words echoed her pussy and ass's sensation as they closed after opening wide for what wasn't there.

Starlight struggled against her bindings, feeling yet another bout of pleasure coursing through her, like every inch of her had been licked and teased. She wanted to cry, but she had cried so much in the last few hours that there was nothing left as another round of pleasure hit, followed by more whispering.

"You are a cum dumpster." She jerked away from it, a phantom tongue swiping at her pussy. "You love dick." That one felt more reasonable to her. She did prefer stallions over mares. "You need to be fucked." She twitched away, feeling her nipples getting twisted as she did. "You are a whore." Another voice, and again a flinch, and this time the sensation of being fucked in the ass, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire being.

"You are holding up quite well, slut." The griffon said mockingly.

"Believe it or... or not... I'm well acquainted with... brainwashing." Starlight managed, even as each word brought another lick to her twitching pussy.

"Oh really?" The griffon muttered, leaning forward to look at Starlight eye level. "Don't suppose you've got any suggestions. I'm on a tight schedule and honestly I can't leave all the work to my other slaves for too much longer." Starlight chuckled.

"Sorry, but most of my techniques were quite tame compared to this... I just did the whole starve and pour monotonous droning in, and stir well with sympathetic gestures, and it only worked some of the time." She replied, surprised to not feel anything attacking her for the moment, only to feel the sensation of being hoisted off her chair as if a fucking had come from below and disappeared before she could welcome it.

"That is a fairly amateur technique, and as I've said, I've had years to develop mine." He said, patting her on the cheek with a coy smile. "Now... let's work on some association, shall we?" Suddenly she felt every part of her being used all at once, her mind starting to crack under the weight of pleasure.

She struggled, her thoughts breaking the surface of the torrent of pleasure. She felt sore, but equally filled with pleasure. She pulled at the restraints weakly even as another wave of pleasure flowed through her. She needed to fight. If she didn't... what?

She sagged, flinching at another wave of pleasure in the stinking, putrid room. Why did she fight? What was there for her if she fought past it all? She couldn't remember. And as another wave crashed across her straining mind, she lost more of what she didn't know. She tried the restraints again, but her attempts were weaker as her sweat drenched body lost more and more of its fight.

"You are a fuckdoll." A dissonant whisper told her. She blinked, no longer sure. Was she? She felt she had no other reference point. "You are a horny, easy slut." She simply nodded, her spirit flagging. "You love to suck dick." She smiled, her mind filled with the pleasant thought of sucking a dick. She couldn't recall if she had sucked one before, but she looked forward to doing so soon.

"You are Master Gunther's slut." For some reason, that felt wrong, but even as she put up a small rejection, it was broken out of her mind with a rush of the pleasure that seemed to typify her existence. "Repeat." She blinked, unsure, when another crash of pleasure elucidated her. She struggled against it. It was one thing to listen passively, letting the words wash over her tired body like the dank smells of her cell, but repeating these things?

Her thoughts were broken from her with another mighty crash of pleasure as the voice came close once again. "You are a whore." She weakly nodded. "You are a dick-sucking slut." She nodded, her fight leaving her. "You are a set of holes for anyone to use." She shuddered and nodded. "You are Master Gunther's bitch." She again thought to protest, but again let the words flow over her like water. "Repeat." A blast of pleasure rushed over her as she strained, not to escape, but in desperate need to finish what these blasts of pleasure never seemed to do.

"I am a... fuckdoll." She said in a near whisper, as if not saying it loudly would save her from the words. "I am... I am a horny... a horny and easy slut." She would've laughed, but she was in to much mingled pain and pleasure. "I love... to suck dick." She said, falling limp in her restraints, fresh defeat flowing through and over her. "I am... I am Master Gunther's slut." She said, her inability to cry the only thing keeping tears away.

"I am... a whore." She said, her voice low and broken, where it would've risen in protest against her captor before. "I am... a... dick-sucking... slut." She repeated, feeling the words settling deeper into her, like the water that had run over her before soaked into the sponge of her mind. "I am a set... of holes..." She trailed off, her breathing labored as she felt the teasing return, only to fade. "I am a set of holes... for anyone to use." She said, a despondent certainty in her voice. "I... I..." She threw her head back, feeling a phantom having hilted in her like so many before, the room's musky stench increasing. "I am Master Gunther's bitch!"

Her head rocked blearily, the pleasure feeling too great to bear, her thoughts swimming in a mire of indiscernible pleasure. She had been here for... how long? She couldn't recall. Opening her eyes she stared, and before her was a disc. It had various ticks across its surface, with a singular protrusion rising from it. 'Sort of like a sundial...' She thought briefly through the haze.

"Serve." She blinked at the circle as she watched it slowly precess in her vision, spinning circles on a wound up string. She vaguely heard the voice's return, recalling it had come and gone many times before. What had it said those other times? It was beyond her, her mind a blur in this constant pleasure. "Obey." The voice came again into her head, echoing around her. "Submit." She blinked, watching the disc turn and turn slowly. Suddenly she fell from the chair, hitting the floor naked and writhing in pleasure as she immediately sent a hand to her pussy, a needy groan escaping her lips.

"Serve." She opened her eyes and saw a figure standing before her, but what her eyes fixed on was the spinning disc, and the dick next to it. Rising to her knees, she looked at the disc, feeling her body slowly calm from the pleasure. It drew her in, moving towards the pelvis the dick was attached to. Moving forward, as if in a dream, she stopped, finding the dick's tip poking at her lips, her head unable to follow the disc momentarily.

"Obey." Her lips slowly parted over the dick, her head moving down the dick to follow the disc. Suppressing her gag reflex with skill she didn't know she had, she took the entire dick inside of her, her nose touching the disc, sending a shiver of pure pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Submit." She began to bob up and down, giving the dick a blow job as she worshiped the disc that now rest against the groin. The disc had favored the groin, so she worshiped the cock as if it was the disc's. Her mind occasionally swam with phantom thoughts, but each time they were chased away by her nose touching the disc, and her body feeling the chill of pleasure.

A hand pushed her away as the dick engorged to cum. She wanted to serve, she needed to submit, she must eat the cum; but she was prevented - only to watch in excitement as the dick aimed to a deep, wide brimmed tub. Several strands flew out from the dick, landing in the tub, which was already filled with the viscous, off-white cream. She fell to her hands, and would've rushed to it, but was stopped by a yank to her mane. She strained, but she couldn't reach it. She whimpered in need - needing the cum.

"Eager, aren't we?" A somewhat familiar voice whispered in her ear. A second later it clicked.

"Master!" She called joyfully, nestling against the cock of her Master. He was so kind to let her be so close to his cock. She kissed it and licked it, overjoyed to be so close to it and her Master.

"Yes yes, slave, but now I need you to sit." His sensual voice commanded, sending shiver down her as she plopped her rear down on the hard stone, looking up at her Master with utter devotion and wholehearted love. "We'll need a name for you, cunt." She shivered, his insults feeling like hard thrusts in her pussy. Had she had a name before? She couldn't remember. "How about... Starbitch. You are my bitch, after all." His sexy voice saying her new name would've driven her to cum if she could.

"Now, Starbitch, I want you," He said, looking down on his bitch as she happily anticipated the order he'd give, "to eat all that cum while I fuck you." He said, motioning over to the wide tub. Starbitch happily crawled over to the tub, raising her rear for her Master's access, giving herself barely enough room to lean down and lap up the delicious cum.

Lapping away, she barely caught herself from falling face first into the cum, not a bad fate if Starbitch was honest, as her Master drove himself into her. Feeling her Master's dick in her needy pussy was orgasmic, despite her inability to have them. He fucked her, railing her over and over, sending her face splashing in the cum with each thrust. He orgasmed multiple times over the next hour, her body relishing his pleasure as he pulled out, spraying load after load onto her back as she ate out of the large tin of creamy cum.

Licking up the last drops as they fell from her spunk-soaked mane, Starbitch felt truly content, the feeling of her Master's warm seed inside of her giving her such pleasure. Suddenly a sharp jab hit her flank, and she moaned from the pleasure she felt in the pain. Her Master then leaned down to be close to her head.

"I'm going to fuck you one last time." He said, making Starbitch's heart sink. Had she done something bad? "This time I'm not pulling out, and you are going to get your reward." Her eyes widened as he stood up away from her, sitting down in the chair, his legs spread wide for his dick to stand erect and proud. "Congratulations, Starbitch,this time you'll cum with me."

Leaping to her feet, she practically pounced on the dick, sending it deep into her pussy. With a loud moan of ecstasy, she began to pleasure her Master, bouncing up and down on the beautiful dick - the center of existence. She could never live without it! Driving it deep inside of her over and over, she felt the pleasure inside of her building to a peak, rising beyond where it had before as her Master's dick engorged inside her, locking her in place as they both released. Starbitched yelled and screeched in wild, animalistic pleasure as she came - her Master cumming inside her. She fell forward, wrapping her arms around him as she rode the world-shattering orgasm.

She lived an eternity, her arms wrapped about him, as she welt warm seed inside her, both dripping slowly out of her aching pussy, and sloshing about in her stomach. She loved it, and wished it to never stop. Her Master, though, couldn't stay forever to be with his slave. Grabbing her shoulders, pushing Starbitch off of him in a stupor of pleasure that still flowed through her.

"Starbitch, what would you do to feel this again?" He asked simply. Excitement sparked inside her as she felt as if her birthday had come twice in a year. Her Master was offering to cum inside her and let her cum a second time, and all she had to do was offer him something worth his while. What could she give?

"Anything... anything and everything!" She breathed, not knowing anything she could specifically give, but desperately wanting this feeling again.

"Then I want you to find your friends. I need a chat with them." He ordered. Starbitch shivered, already imagining her friends getting fucked. Maybe she could fuck them before she delivered them to her Master? Maybe they could all fuck him together! She could cast the Fiducia Compelus spell on them and fuck them! She could make them slaves to her, and slaves to her Master!

"Of course, Master Gunther, I'll find them all, and I'll bring them to you!" She said, ecstatic for a chance to prove how much she wanted to fuck him again, to be fucked by him again.