The Center of Attention

Rainbow Dash wasted no time in jamming the toy into Rarity’s maw. It was so much more mind blowing the second time around, because it had been in Dash’s most sensitive area. A thick layer of her sexual emanations coated the plastic implement, and Rarity reveled in its taste. It was as sweet as honey dripping from the comb, and the fashionista would have survived a thousand bee stings in order to taste it. Yet, it also carried a decidedly high level of salt, though for Rainbow Dash, that was probably normal. She was salty about a lot of things, and stories had gone around the high school that she once punished a member of the winning team simply because they had won.

“Oo, Dashie,” Rarity cooed when the toy was removed, “your pussy juices taste so good…”

“Do they?” Dash sneered, “well, then, have a face full of them!”

She drove her naked crotch into Rarity’s face and began grinding away. Rarity groaned and suckled as she was commanded to by her new mistress. She loved being treated in such a manner. Dash’s abusive movements were accompanied by a sparkle of true care that proved just how tremendous the whole thing was. Truth be told, it was something of a tenuous farce, but at the same time, the strength with which the performers threw themselves into it was incredible. It almost felt as if they gained a new kind of power, like something supernatural wanted them to keep going.

Rarity was in heaven every moment Dash’s beautiful gem slashed its way across her open mouth. The movements might have been erratic, but they were unbelievable all the same. Dash didn’t have a set pattern to how she moved her hips. She moved north, then south, then east, then north again, then west, and so on until Rarity had a coating of juice all over her nose and cheeks. She then removed her vagina, leaving the fashionista whimpering, and bent down to clean her. She tenderly licked all over Rarity’s face, loving the accompanying vocalizations that such an act procures.

“You want it?” She whispered into Rarity’s ear, pointing to the toy surfboard.

“Punish me, bitch,” Rarity said as she suddenly slapped Dash’s face.

The athlete was stung by the maneuver, but instantly sneered and slapped Rarity back. The fashionista begged for more, so Dash took to smacking her breasts. Each time that her rugged hand met the delicate bosom, the scream became louder. The blue girl picked up the toy surfboard and began to rub it over the areas she’d just abused. Rarity gave her a pleading look, but she knew how to draw things out. So, she grabbed the roll of duct tape and forced Rarity to bend over the toilet behind them with her anus and pussy sticking out. Then, she tied the designer’s hands together and placed strips of tape over her sensitive areas. She even taped Rarity’s mouth shut, forcing her to breathe through her nose. But Rarity didn’t care. She screamed and cursed into the tape, wanting Dash to punish her even more.

So Dash acquiesced and ripped three of the pieces off her breasts. Tears came to Rarity’s eyes, but she loved the pain. Her twisted mind gave birth to a demented sense of pleasure and she wiggled her backside a bit. Rainbow Dash smiled and jammed two fingers deep into the white girl’s asshole. Rarity let out what would have been an ear piercing shriek as she was invaded, but she backed herself even further onto Dash’s digits. The athlete didn’t have to do any work as Rarity rode her fingers, letting out moan after moan of delight.

This is so fucking incredible! The designer thought, I’m fucking Dash’s fingers! Oh, god, they feel so good in my anus! Wait…did I really just say something feels good in somewhere so…improper? Oh, fuck the proper! I wanna be naughty with Dash! Oh, Dash, please, jam that surfboard in me! You know where I want it!

Rainbow seemed to read Rarity’s mind, as she picked up the surfboard with her free hand and shoved it deep into her pawn’s pussy. By this point, Rarity’s voice had worn itself thin and she was simply too tired to moan any further. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t get some amazing jolts of pleasure from the act. It was so intense, in fact, that it nearly caused a complete deprivation of her consciousness. She was a bad girl, and she deserved every ounce of punishment Dash was giving her. If that caused her to faint or become dizzy, so be it. She just wanted Rainbow to continue giving her these massive doses of happiness. She would never feel complete until Dash had properly fucked every hole she had.

“Fucking hell, Rarity,” Dash said, “you are pouring liquid back here. I think someone wants to cum. Hm? You wanna cum, pet? You wanna cum?”

“MMMPH! MMMMPH!” Came Rarity’s tired, yet affirmative, reply.

“Alright,” Dash said, “come on…cum for your Dashie…cum for me, baby, cum for me…”

Rarity couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the tape, the miniature surfboard in her pussy, and Dash’s gentle cooing. She was driven over the edge, and she squealed into her silver gag as she felt the sweet rush of release. Her adrenaline was on high, and she could honestly say that she’d never felt such freedom before. Even though she was the punished and Dash was the punisher, she felt her independence rise. She could decide her own sexuality, and she loved her new morbidity. She breathed deep as she felt Dash rip the tape off her body, leaving harsh red marks all over. It was a twisted sign of care to Rarity, and she silently treasured each new symbol.

“Wow,” she said when Dash finally removed the tape from her mouth and untied her hands, “that…was…amazing.”

“Heh,” Dash chuckled, “I didn’t know you were into such kinky stuff, Rare.”

“Neither did I, darling!” Rarity exclaimed, “but…the way you taped me up and the way you shoved that toy into my vagina…I was just in awe of the whole thing!”

Dash smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I think it’s time we put our clothes back on and went back to the others. Something tells me this isn’t your final sexual adventure for the day.”

“Oh, darling, you’ve no idea what I have planned,” sneered the fashionista.