Rarity huffed as she removed the hand from between her legs, watching the way her arousal drained along her digits. She had been so close, so tantalizing close, so agonizingly close to that fateful little goal.
It was her Fountain of Youth, her El Dorado, always on the horizon but staying just beyond her reach.
She growled and flicked the moisture from her digits, splattering it upon her host’s quilt.
“Didn’t get there?” Sunset asked.
She was scrolling through her Twitter feed.
“No,” Rarity whined. “I always get so close but it taunts me. It’s like a fine narcotic after the first hit. It’s so woefully hard to replicate the results.”
“Need something harder?” Sunset asked, glancing towards her with a knowing smile.
“That worked for a little while,” Rarity said. “But even the crops and canes and ropes and electrostims barely work on me any more.” She huffed. “Am I doomed to never enjoy another earthshattering orgasm ever again?”
“Could always go harder,” Sunset offered.
Rarity snorted. “How much harder is there really left to go, darling?”
“Well knowing you, I’m sure there’s something knocking around in that fucked up little head of yours,” Sunset quipped. She then placed her phone upon the nightstand, giving Rarity her complete and undivided attention. “So, let’s hear it.”
“You want to hear my dark fantasies?” Rarity asked, cocking a brow.
Sunset smirked. “Not just any dark fantasy but the darkest one you have taking up space in there.”
She slid out from under the covers, revealing her naked body to Rarity. She really was an attractive woman, shedding her youthful awkwardness and replacing it with muscle and brawn. Maybe not quite Applejack but this was clearly a woman who didn’t have problems with a pickle jar.
Also, her tits were fantastic, though Rarity would never say that aloud in such brash terms.
She straddled Rarity and leered down at her, forcing eye contact.
Rarity’s complexion warmed by a degree as she felt red colour her usually pale cheeks.
“Are you sure you’re up for it?” Rarity asked.
Sunset snorted. “Babe, I’m dating Twilight. There isn’t a single thing you could mention that would shock me anymore than the hentai I’ve stumbled upon when trying to Google a sushi place to go to on her computer.”
“Well, if you’re absolutely certain…” Rarity drew in a breath and her gaze flinched away from Sunset’s own. “I have a rape fetish.”
Sunset blinked.
“See, you’re judging me,” Rarity whined.
She frowned and folded her arms in front of her chest.
Sunset held a hand to her own bosom. “Sorry, sorry, just…” She snorted. “I guess there are a few things that can still faze me.”
She then smirked and kissed Rarity on the tip of her nose.
“So, you want me to take you by force?” Sunset asked.
Rarity watched as a deceptively dark smile formed on Sunset’s lips.
Sunset then reached forwards and grabbed a nice fistful of Rarity’s hair. She tugged upon it sharply, drawing forth a pent-up little squeak from between her lips.
“Though I suppose that if I’m going to take you by force, I shouldn’t give two shits about whether you get off or not,” Sunset said, pure foreboding entering her tone. “Who gives a fuck if a whore has trouble getting off.”
“Darling,” Rarity whined.
Sunset chuckled. “Dumb slut.”
She let go of Rarity’s hair and slapped her across the face. Not hard but with just enough force that it made the point clear.
And just like that her brooding façade dropped and she flashed her usual carefree smile. “Anyways what else have you got on your mind.”
“You can’t just do that!” Rarity yelped, her face utterly in flames.
“Sure, I can,” Sunset teased. “I just did it.”
“There’s more to this fetish,” Rarity continued.
Sunset leaned closer and gave Rarity a tender peck upon the lips. For some bizarre reason, acting like a brute had made her touch that much more alluring.
Though Rarity couldn’t possibly fathom why.
“Tell me about it,” Sunset said.
Rarity nodded. “I have this fantasy where I’m walking home from the boutique. It’s late, dark, the streets devoid of people… witnesses.”
Sunset was silent, just nodding along to the story.
“When suddenly an unmarked van pulls up alongside me,” Rarity continued. “And the side door opens and a duo of masked thugs pull me right off the street.”
Sunset grinned. “Not going not to lie, that sounds incredibly hot.”
“Really?” Rarity asked.
Sunset nodded. “Keep going.” She slid a hand down her own body, resting it between her legs and stroking at her sex. “What happens once you’re in the van?”
“Once I’m inside the van, the two brutes start to have their way with me. I’m disoriented and at their complete mercy. Slowly, I realize that the city lights are starting to fade until I’m fully aware that we are out in the countryside,” Rarity continued.
“Lot of shit can happen out in the country,” Sunset added.
Her fingers plunged into her folds and a short moan ebbed forth.
Rarity bit her lip and nodded. Some of the heat had left her face.
“Yes, it can,” she said. “And they take me to a cabin in the woods and well… being at their complete and utter mercy I obey every single one of their wretched and miserable requests. I become quite the good little whore lest they decide that I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Pervert,” Sunset teased.
Rarity nodded. “I am, aren’t I?” She sighed. “Sadly, that’s all I have off the top of my head.”
“Should be enough for me to work with,” Sunset said.
She rolled off of Rarity and wiped her fingers clean. Once her digits were free from their depravity, she grabbed her phone and quickly went over to one of their chatting apps. There was a pleased little smile on her lips.
“You aren’t…” Rarity began.
Sunset shrugged. “Why not? All we need is a van, a cabin, and a couple willing people to help torture you for a weekend.” She beamed. “Plus, it’s Monarch Day coming up, so we’ll even have Friday and Monday off.”
“There’s no way you’re serious about this,” Rarity murmured, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You have so little faith,” Sunset said. “Plus, not going to lie but the idea of getting you filthy in the woods is extremely appealing.”
“This is seriously happening,” Rarity whispered.
Sunset nodded. “What? Did you think I was just going to let you wallow in your inability to cum like a normal person?” She suddenly brightened. “Oh shit! Rainbow says we can borrow her dad’s van!”
Rarity glanced down at her phone and quickly read the text that she had just received.
A thin smile formed upon her lips as she failed to reply to it. Instead, she turned off the gadget in order to preserve what limited battery remained.
She looked around the shop and out the window. It was late and the streetlights cast a yellowish glow upon the many storefronts in this trending neighbourhood.
Thursday night and nearing eight, never a booming hour for someone in Rarity’s industry. She assumed that she could get away with closing a little early.
So, she did so, quickly punching in a few figures and transferring the contents of her till into a nearby safe. Most of the work was already done. So, just as the clock hit eight, she was out of the shop and onto the streets.
It was a little chilly at this time of the year.
She pulled her sweater tight and looked around. Sadly, Sunset couldn’t come and give her a ride tonight. So, she’d just have to walk home.
She spotted a van a few stores down though couldn’t make out who was inside. Surely, it was just some moving company who operated at incredibly weird hours.
Surely.
Rarity clutched her purse a little tighter and started to walk back home. Thankfully, her apartment wasn’t that far away, only about a kilometer or so from this little boutique. Normally, she’d just head straight along this busy street and then turn down an avenue that was equally populated.
Tonight, however, she decided that she really didn’t wish to waste time and instead took a shortcut she usually utilized during daytime hours, cutting into a secluded back alley.
Her pulse quickened by a beat and she felt a heat form between her legs. A weird sensation to have at this moment and something she’d surely have to talk to Sunset about when they chatted next.
There was a sound behind Rarity and she glanced over her shoulder, noticing that the van was now entering the alley from behind her. The lights were on which made it impossible to tell who was behind the wheel.
Instinctively, Rarity quickened her pace.
She took a sharp turn and walked directly into somebody, connecting with a significant thud. The impact was hardy enough that she stumbled back.
“I’m so…” she began.
The figure was wearing a mask, like a bank robber in a heist movie. Rarity’s mind froze and in that moment the figure grabbed her and pulled her in tight. They were strong, managing to hold Rarity in place and even having a hand to spare to cover her mouth.
She tried to scream but her voice was muffled and her struggling completely futile. She was helpless against this brute.
The van pulled around the corner and the side door opened with another masked figure waiting inside.
Rarity’s struggling really persisted but was brought to an abrupt end when the figure in the vehicle produced what looked like a firearm, training it upon Rarity’s skull.
“Get in, you dumb slut,” the brute demanded.
Rarity at this point had little choice but to comply. She desisted her struggling and allowed the first figure to push her into the van. She landed with a thud and let out a gasp of complete and utter despair.
The van door slammed shut and the two figures hovered over her, looking down at her through their masks.
“Get us out of here,” one of them yelled. “Doubt there were any witnesses but I really don’t want to take any chances.”
“Right away,” the driver said, pulling out of the alley and into the street.
“What are you going to do with me?” Rarity growled. “Do you honestly…”
That comment would be the only she was allowed as one of the brutes slapped her right across the face, stunning her into silence.
“That’s better,” the brute growled. Their voice was distinctly feminine. “Now here’s how this is going to work.”
She crouched before Rarity and produced a knife. With great care she showed it off, making Rarity watch the way the streetlights seemed to glimmer off of it. It was a small blade but one that would’ve been quite effective at slicing into Rarity’s tender flesh.
“If you’re a good girl,” the brute threatened. “Then I won’t have to ruin your pretty little face. And if you’re not, then I’ll make you look like a Jackson Pollock painting. Do you understand me?”
“Jesus Christ,” the brute who had pulled her into the van said.
His voice was a tinge more masculine.
The first brute snorted and looked at him. “Know when to play your part, dude.”
“Right, right,” the second said. “Sorry, that was just…”
He went over to one of the seats and grabbed a bundle of cord. Once it was in his hand, the first brute took it from him.
“Hands at your side,” the first brute whispered.
Rarity looked at the blade and then at the masked face. There was no chance that she could resist and come out of this situation on top. Surely, someone would come to save her, there had to be some patrol car around these parts.
“Fucking hell,” the driver whispered. “Just drove past a cop car.”
“Just keep driving safe and they won’t have a reason to pull us over” the first brute said.
She wound the rope around Rarity’s midsection, using it to pin her hands tight against her side. The knots were expertly done and when they were cinched and secured there was little hope that Rarity would be able to wiggle free from them.
Pleased with her work, the first brute pulled Rarity up and thrust her forcefully into one of the van’s seats. She then grabbed a roll of duct tape and tore off a strip. With little care, she slapped it over Rarity’s lips and sealed them shut.
The second brute, meanwhile, buckled Rarity into place. After all, safety always came first. Even during a kidnapping, apparently.
“Should help with the noise,” the first brute whispered. “And if it doesn’t, a second piece over the nose will for sure.”
With the threat made, she grabbed the edge of her mask and peeled it away, revealing that it was Sunset Shimmer underneath. There was a boisterous smile plastered upon her lips and her gaze seemed so incredibly hungry. An effect that was not helped as she licked her lips, like a carnivore appraising a future meal.
With little inhibition, she dipped forwards and gave Rarity a kiss upon her duct-taped lips.
“Hope you’re ready for a nice long weekend, babe,” she teased.
She pulled her mask back into place, returning to her mysterious brutish appearance.
This brute then placed a hand on both of Rarity’s knees and forced them apart, spreading them nice and wide. An action which left her skirt open and crotch exposed.
Shame burned within Rarity’s cheeks as she knew just how wet she must’ve been. Her panties clung to her crotch, absolutely saturated with fluids. She attempted to flinch away but there was little room for her to effectively avoid this.
Sunset chuckled and flicked out the knife. With great care, she slid the blade along Rarity’s thigh. She ensured that the blunted edge touched her flesh but the coolness of the metal was enough to make her victim shiver.
The blade then went between her hip and the thin fabric of her panties.
Why did she think it was appropriate to wear something so small and easy to sever?
With one little cut, the material fell away and Sunset managed to pull her undergarments away.
Sunset then pressed them against her nose and drew in a deep breath.
“Absolutely divine,” the barbarian whispered. “Like a whore just begging to be fucked.”
Rarity’s vision narrowed and she huffed aggressively through her nose.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Sunset said.
She balled up the panties and shoved them into her coat pocket. They had become a trophy, a trinket to remember this fun little adventure by.
“So, here’s how this is going to work,” Sunset said.
She got up and braced herself against Rarity’s seat. To ensure that she had her undivided attention, she reached forth and grabbed Rarity’s nose, pinching it shut.
Panic flared within Rarity’s mind as she realized that she didn’t have even a wisp of breath to sustain herself off of. She struggled, legitimately struggled, thrashing and banging against Sunset. Though without her hands, she was really no match, only hurting herself with such futile gestures.
“We are going to go to a nice little cabin in the woods,” Sunset explained. “And when we’re out there, you’re going to be my little bitch. Do you understand me?”
She let go of Rarity’s nose and waited.
Rarity drew in a desperate breath and nodded with such frantic vigour.
“Very good,” Sunset said. “Just know that I’m not going to go easy on you because you think we’re girlfriends or some shit. You’re my toy for at least the next seventy-two hours and I fully intend to milk that for everything it’s worth.”
With that being said, she finally plopped down into her own seat and buckled in.
“Now sit tight,” Sunset instructed. “Because this is going to be a very long car ride.”
The van stopped when they neared the edge of the city, pulling into a secluded parking lot that was next to some sort of factory. The building looked abandoned and this honestly seemed like the kind of place where a drug deal would go down. At least, if this was like the movies.
There was a single car parked there; a familiar mustang. The kind of car that only one kid back at Canterlot High could’ve possibly owned.
“Thanks for the help, Flash,” Sunset said.
Flash, the second brute, snorted. “Hey no problem.” He then glanced at Rarity. “Though you’re absolutely sure this is just some sort of really weird fetish thing, right?”
“Scout’s honour,” Sunset shot back. She then flashed a smile. “Hey, do you want to sample the merchandise before you go?”
Flash studied Rarity for a moment before looking into the back of the van. It wasn’t exactly a plush king-sized bed but there was more than enough room for whatever he had in mind.
“Does Rarity even like dudes?” Flash asked.
Sunset snorted. “For the next seventy-two hours she’ll like whatever the fuck I tell her to like.” She reached out and grabbed Rarity’s hair. “Isn’t that right, slut?”
Rarity nodded quickly, mumbling some sort of response that was lost to the duct tape.
“See!” Sunset said. “Totally willing.”
Flash looked between Rarity and the back of the van. He bit his lip as if sizing up the sincerity of both Sunset and Rarity’s words.
“Fuck it, why not? I used to jack it to this girl,” Flash said.
The driver laughed. “Holy shit dude, that sure is one hell of a confession to make.”
“Shut it, Dash,” Flash growled.
He moved past Rarity and into the back of the van. As he did so, he clumsily fumbled at his belt, tugging it off. He then pulled his pants down and revealed his sizable cock.
Sunset whistled. “Forgot that you were hung.”
“Like a horse?” Flash teased.
“Not quite.” Sunset snorted. “But definitely good enough for a college kid.”
She placed a hand under Rarity’s arm and lifted her up, pushing her towards Flash.
“Be a good girl and take care of him, would you?” she asked, though it was clearly a demand.
Rarity grunted and stumbled to the back. It was awkward to do so without hands but she laid down upon the row of seats. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it was doable enough.
Flash was soon on top of her. One of his hands rested beside her head while the other lingered upon the hem of her skirt. He needed one more moment, one little push to get over that pesky final barrier within his mind.
Finally, he lifted her skirt and got to work. There was no foreplay or romance, either of those would’ve ruined the allure of such a crude and barbaric scene. Instead, he pressed the tip against her folds and pushed inside without prompt.
Thankfully, Rarity was soaking wet and Flash slid in effortlessly. He even moaned, a ragged breath escaping his lips.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “She’s soaking.”
Sunset snorted. “Glad we finally found something that can actually get her off.”
Flash rolled his eyes and started to pump into her. His motions were halting and clumsy, his leverage difficult to maintain with the restraints of their surroundings. Still, it was a proper rutting, an animalistic one.
“Rough her up a little,” Sunset teased. “Or are you too much of a Boy Scout?”
Flash rose to the challenge and grappled Rarity’s throat. He didn’t press down, merely using it to pin her head against the cushioned seats.
“I can be rough, if she wants it rough,” Flash said, looking Rarity in the eye. “You want rough?”
Rarity realized that he was asking permission and gave it in the form of a very discrete nod.
And with that, Flash pressed down, pushing two fingers into the pair of arteries that brought blood to her brain. Almost immediately, a pleasure tingled within Rarity, one which flittered through her mind and threatened to consume it.
Flash grunt and growled, picking up the pace.
A smolder returned to Rarity, one which she was very familiar with. It was a tease, promising orgasm though these days it very rarely delivered.
The edge of asphyxiation seeped into her mind, clouding her thoughts and feeding the fire between her legs. She started to lose her sense of reality, slipping into that realm where fantasy took over. To her, Flash became a masked brute, a stranger who was effectively abusing her in the back of some filthy van.
She legitimately moaned and closed her eyes, feeling such intense shame and pleasure mingling together.
“Whore,” the brute atop her whispered. “You’re actually getting off to this? You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” He snorted. “Not that I honestly expect you to know anything about shame considering how you dressed back in High School.”
How could anyone possibly feel shame when it came to something like this? The sensation was intense, pleasurable, impossibly so.
Rarity’s voice battered feebly against the tape. She wanted nothing more than to sing her suitor her praise.
Faster and faster, he continued to go, pressing into her with more and more force.
His grunts and groans were so brutish. His scent masculine. His touch rough.
He let go of her throat and she breathed desperately, doing whatever she could to return some semblance of control to her fractured mind. Though the dick inside of her made that a rather daunting proposition.
Rarity was so very close, teetering on the edge, begging to plunge into the pleasured waters of orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the brute whispered under his breath.
He clapped his hips forcefully against Rarity’s for a final time, plunging deep into her.
Her back arched and she cried out, feeling herself spill over the edge. Her orgasm was powerful, potent, splashing against him with such vigour.
He cried out in unison and soon Rarity felt his seed pumping deep into her. It was hot, perverted, and so fertile. She thanked herself for the wonders of the pill as she felt his fluids fill her. And soon he left her cunt as he drew back, his seed oozing out upon the hem of her skirt.
Flash looked down at her and playfully patted her cheek. “Not bad.”
He drew away and started to awkwardly pull up his pants. His gaze fell to the mess of fluids which now dampened his apparel.
“God these are going to smell for like a week,” he whined.
“Just wash them right when you get home,” Sunset instructed before patting him on the shoulder. “Nice performance by the way.”
“Hey you told me to let loose and I let loose,” Flash said.
He moved towards the van’s door and stepped outside.
“You three have a fun weekend,” he said.
Sunset chuckled. “Oh, we will.” She paused. “And feel free to come by if you can get off work early, okay?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Flash said.
He gave a departing wave and Sunset closed the van’s door. They waited for a moment before they heard the mustang roar to life and speed away.
She then turned to Rarity and smiled at her. “Well, you look like you had fun.”
Rarity moaned some unintelligible response.
She could still feel Flash’s seed oozing out of her still tender cunt. It was absolutely divine.
Sunset came over and hiked up Rarity’s skirt, hissing through her teeth as she did so. “Did you really have to wear something so pricey for this?”
Something so pricy? Why! Wasn’t she supposed to play the part of a successful businesswoman who was kidnapped by depraved rouges? You couldn’t very well do that while wearing stuff that wasn’t designer.
Sunset shook her head. “Whatever. You knew the cost getting into this.”
She pushed her fingers into Rarity’s hungry cunt, stuffing two of them deep into her. She swirled them around for a moment before drawing them back out. Various fluids, both Rarity’s and Flash’s, clung to these digits and Sunset held them under her victim’s nose.
“Smell that?” Sunset asked. “That’s the smell of your first rape. I hope you enjoy it, slut.”
She spread the ration across the duct tape, just below Rarity’s nose. This ensured that it would be the only thing she smelt for a nice long while.
Only then did she buckle Rarity in and slink away to the front of the vehicle, crawling into the passenger seat.
“Alright let’s get out of here,” Sunset said.
Rainbow nodded. “Good, I was starting to get nervous. Don’t want the cops thinking that we’re up to something.”
“Yeah, all we’re doing is faking the kidnapping of a close friend,” Sunset teased. “What could possibly go wrong?” She looked back at Rarity. “Just stomp your foot if you need water or something, alright?”
Rarity could only grunt a response.
Sunset held the phone tight against her ear.
“Yeah, yeah we’re nearly at the cabin,” Sunset said into it. “No, we haven’t run into any trouble. We’ve been totally safe while brutalizing Rarity.” She snorted. “Yes, I know how weird that sentence is to say aloud.” She chuckled. “I love you too, bye.”
She hung up, placing the phone in the cupholder between her and Rainbow.
Rainbow smirked. “Whipped.”
Rarity made a noise from behind, stomping her foot on the ground.
Sunset sighed loudly. “Look, I know you have to pee but we’re like fifteen minutes away from the cabin. Now either shut up or I’ll put a piece of tape over your nose until you do shut up.”
This brought an immediate end to Rarity’s dialog on the matter.
Sunset shook her head and looked back at Rainbow. “Anyways, how am I whipped? Twilight is literally allowing me to spend a long weekend at a cabin fucking another woman.”
Rainbow made a whipping motion. “WHA-POW!”
“If you’re not careful I’m going to duct tape you and throw you in the back with Rarity,” Sunset grumbled. “And unlike her I won’t remove the piece over your nose.”
“You could try,” Rainbow said. “But I’d just pony up and vibrate so fast that I would meld through the duct tape.”
“That’s not how that works, you’re not the fucking Flash!” Sunset exclaimed, flicking her wrist towards her.
Rainbow started to snicker. “Did you see that clip on the internet that I sent you?”
Sunset nodded.
Rainbow went on regardless. “It was me, Barry, I jerked you off so fast that you came prematurely and ruined your wedding night.”
Sunset rolled her eyes. “That’s a very you type of humour.”
“Well doesn’t someone have a stick up their ass,” Rainbow grumbled.
“Considering that I’ve also had to pee for like the last fifty minutes, I’m sure you could forgive me,” Sunset said. “Are we there yet?”
“Why didn’t you just pee outside?” Rainbow asked, motioning with her hand. “There isn’t anyone around for like a million miles.”
“Because some of us are civilized!” Sunset growled.
Rainbow snorted. “You’re literally a horse.”
“Now that’s racist,” Sunset shot back. “We didn’t pee outside in Equestria. We were a noble race who used washrooms.”
Rarity listened intently to the banter, her gaze falling outside of the window. The drive had been about two hours long and the lights of the city had long ago abandoned them. Their only source of illumination was the headlights and the bountiful moon above their head.
All around them were trees with the only signs of civilization being the dirt road they ventured upon. Though it would seem that nature was already keen on reclaiming this little blight upon its domain.
The van finally came to a stop and Rainbow let out a low whistle.
“That sure is a log cabin,” she commented.
Sunset snorted. “Beggars can’t be choosers. Plus, I bet this place would go for like one-fifty a night over on AirBNB.” She got out of the van. “I need to go piss, mind taking care of Rarity while I do that?”
Rainbow snorted. “I’d love to.”
She got out of the van as well and came up to the side, opening the door.
“Alright, come on out,” she ordered.
Rarity wasn’t about to complain as her bladder was literally seconds away from imploding upon itself. As she landed upon the ground, her neat little professional shoes sunk into the dirt, making her wince. This may have been the one mistake of her current outfit. Fabric was mendable but shoes rarely enjoyed the same privilege.
As she glanced at the cabin, she saw that it was very… rustic. Simple and down-to-the-earth, something she knew by heart was the décor of choice for the Apple family.
She made her way towards it but Rainbow snorted loudly, placing a hand upon her shoulder.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Rainbow scolded. “You heard Sunset, civilized people get to use bathrooms. You sure as fuck aren’t civilized right now.”
Rarity’s eyes widened but Rainbow held her ground, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She made a distressed noise and did a little dance, letting Rainbow know just how truly dire her situation was. But all this seemed to do was make Rainbow smile in quite the dastardly manner.
“A long weekend can be pretty fucking long, darling,” Rainbow teased, putting far too much bite into the phrase ‘darling’. “But if you want to play ball, I’ll play ball.”
Rarity whined once more and Rainbow’s brow furrowed.
It was truly the clash of titans, an immovable force meeting an unstoppable object, yin and yang, and all the other metaphors that Rarity was desperately trying to distract herself with.
Yet, Rainbow didn’t budge, simply glaring at her.
Until finally, Rarity huffed and crotched down.
So, this is how this weekend begins.
Sunset tore the tape away from Rarity’s lips, resulting in a pained gasp.
“You absolutely wretched and depraved brutes,” Rarity roared, glaring at Sunset. “You can’t just do that to a lady.”
Sunset snorted and reached forwards, clutching Rarity’s face in her hand. She pressed down upon her cheeks quite firmly.
It shut Rarity up. At least, temporarily.
“Sure, I can,” Sunset said. “And I’ll do it again and again and again. I don’t think you realize just how fucked you are dear.” She smirked and tensed her grip, making Rarity whine. “You’re in the middle of the woods with two incredibly pissed off abductors. At best we’re going to rape you. At worst…” She smirked. “Well, we control your water, food, air… I’m sure there’s at least a dozen bad endings to this scenario.”
She then let go and nodded towards Rarity. “On your knees, slut.”
Rarity instinctively dropped to them, looking up at Sunset. The words had clearly had an effect as her eyes were wide with fear.
Except Sunset didn’t react immediately. Instead, she drew out a rolled cigarette, placing it between her lips and producing a lighter.
“You smoke cigarettes?” Rarity asked.
Sunset smirked. “It’s a joint, dear.”
She lit the tip and took in a deep drag, letting it out in a billow of grey. Instead of ashing it immediately, she glanced at Rarity.
“Open your mouth,” she demanded.
Rarity’s eyes widened even further. “Pardon?”
That was clearly the wrong answer as Sunset slapped her across the face. Rarity gasped and flinched away, feeling the blemish form upon her cheek. She gritted her teeth and glared at her. Except she knew her place and didn’t rebuttal, instead opening her mouth nice and wide.
Sunset smirked and tapped out the joint upon her tongue. Thankfully, the ash cooled considerably as it fell, only stinging slightly when it landed. Though the taste was horrendous, acidic and filled with toxins that were best not to lament.
“Glad you can at least obey basic instructions,” she said. “I was worried for a moment.”
Rarity glared at her and swallowed the ash.
“Do you eat pussy?” Sunset asked.
Rarity didn’t speak so Sunset drew back her hand, threatening her with another blow.
“Answer my question,” Sunset demanded.
Rarity huffed. “I’ve been known to on occasion. Not that I have any intention of giving you such a service.”
Sunset nodded slowly and took another drag of her joint. Thankfully, she contented herself with just ashing it in the air this time around. It then rested on the deck’s railing as Sunset went about taking off her pants, starting with the belt.
“Can I ask you another question?” Sunset asked.
Rarity worked her jaw. “I suppose it would be a more productive use of my mouth.”
“It’s supposed to rain tonight,” Sunset said.
She’d finally managed to get her belt loose, folding it once in her hand.
It wasn’t a question but a statement.
Rarity tilted her head to the side. “And?”
“I’m just trying to determine if you want to sleep out in the open or under a roof tonight,” Sunset said. She flashed a smile and slowly wiggled out of her pants. “I’m sure even you could piece together what I’m trying to get at here.”
Rarity gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I think I’ve proven that I’m willing to do a lot of things to do you, dear,” Sunset said.
She finally managed to get her pants down, exposing her pussy to Rarity. There was a nice tuft of fuzz above it. Trimmed though not totally shaved away. It was a part of that roughish butch thing she had going on.
Rarity sighed. “I guess I could see about eating some pussy.”
“There we go!” Sunset exclaimed. “I knew that I could make you see reason.”
She knelt down and produced a knife. The sight of it was enough to make Rarity draw in an instinctive breath.
“What are you…” Rarity began.
Sunset didn’t answer her. Instead, she cut into the rope that was currently binding Rarity’s hands tight against her side. It didn’t take long before the cord was severed.
Her hands were free and so was she. She could’ve made a break for it, running into the woods. It would’ve been so easy.
Except it wouldn’t.
They were hundreds of kilometers from civilization, it was pitch black outside, and Rarity fully understood that this cabin was in the heart of the wilderness. This wasn’t some park that was tamed for human consumption. She’d be a goner out there alone.
“No reason I can’t show you a little mercy,” Sunset commented.
She stood back up and grabbed the joint, taking another puff for herself. It was already about half spent and the air around them had that slightly foul odour that Rarity associated with this nasty little habit.
“Want a drag?” Sunset asked.
Rarity shook her head. “Not really my thing.”
“It is a bit of a nasty habit,” Sunset teased. “Have this girlfriend who won’t get off my back about smoking the stuff. Always goes on and on about diseased lungs and how I pass out at eleven at night.” She scoffed. “As if that’s a weird time.”
Rarity rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “She sounds dreadful.”
“Absolutely the worst,” Sunset joked. “I’d love to take her up to a place like this.” She looked out into the wilderness. “I mean without the whole kidnapping thing going on. Just get away from civilization and let loose for a couple days.”
“I think she’d like that,” Rarity replied. “Though…”
“Right, right, I’m supposed to be abusing you,” Sunset said, sighing.
She looked down at Rarity and frowned. “Well, what are you waiting for, bitch? My cunt isn’t going to eat itself.”
Rarity dipped forwards at the prompt and pressed her lips against Sunset’s lower counterpart. She pushed her tongue deep inside, without warning, swirling it around with quite some vigour and energy. There was some part of her that was so desperate to please Sunset, so desperate to show her even a fraction of the pleasure she had felt during this intense evening.
Sunset seemed to receive it well as she moaned quite loudly. Though her moans were interrupted by a cough as she took another puff.
Rarity’s gaze narrowed.
Sunset sighed. “Do you want me to put this joint out on your forehead or something?”
And just like that, Rarity’s edge immediately softened as she offered a rather nervous expression. Not a smile, mind you, as her mouth was very full.
“I thought so,” Sunset said.
She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Rarity’s hair, using it to press her even tighter against her snatch.
Her faint moan soon intensified by a degree, becoming quite the frantic song.
Rarity drove her tongue as deep as she could manage and pushed it in as far as she could. She channeled everything into her performance, feeling her tongue stiffen as she attempted to swirl it around within Sunset. Still, she didn’t allow something as simple as fatigue and cramps to slow her down in the slightest.
She enjoyed Sunset’s voice and would do anything to make those moans come forth with such intensity. It was hot, in a way, knowing that her misery was enjoyable for both of them. Service had a way of warming Rarity’s loins, making them tingle.
“Fuck you really are a whore,” Sunset whispered. “Guess someone really doesn’t want to sleep out in the rain tonight.” She snorted. “Though I can’t say that I honestly blame you for that.”
Rarity’s tongue brushed across something tense within Sunset’s loins, a little cluster of flesh. Touching it seemed to have a rather energetic response as Sunset let out a ragged breath and tightened her grip.
Rarity knew her partner well, knew when she was entering that playful little place where pleasure was on the edge of giving out. She pushed harder and harder, deeper and deeper, working her way in one inch at a time.
“God, you feel divine,” Sunset whispered. “Keep going, babe.”
Rarity rolled her eyes, wanting to sigh at that little break in character. Though she supposed that she couldn’t really blame Sunset for getting a little too into the pleasure of things. It was hard to act when one was in the throes of passion.
Faster and faster Rarity went, wondering how much longer her beloved could honestly endure this for. Surely, she was starting to fatigue, starting to tire out with every passing moment.
The answer came soon enough.
Sunset pressed her against her snatch, nice and tight, and cried out loud. Her orgasm came swiftly and with quite some force. Her juices gushed against Rarity’s face and drained directly into her mouth.
Rarity drank from them without complaint. After all, this was the first taste of moisture she’d been allowed since this little kidnapping had taken place.
Sunset let go and drew in a ragged breath. Her gaze went to the joint which had now gone out.
“Just give me…” she started.
She drew in a couple of breaths and steeled herself. Her post-orgasmic warmth and bliss faded and was replaced with something a smidge darker. With a practiced huff, she moved towards the cabin.
“When I get back you better be naked,” Sunset demanded.
And with that, she was gone, leaving Rarity alone upon the deck of the cabin.
Rarity looked down at her expensive attire, seeing how it was already creased and ragged, well worn from their evening together so far. It was still salvageable, however, not stained or damaged in any permanent fashion.
So, she started to remove it, doing so with some haste. After all, the cabin wasn’t large and she assumed that Sunset would be back shortly. She unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and placed her skirt upon a chair on the deck.
Rarity was now naked, shivering slightly. It may have been late spring but in these woods the air just seemed cooler than normal. Maybe it had something to do with that rainstorm that Sunset had been talking about.
Speaking of Sunset, she returned a moment later with a steel chain in her hands.
“What’s that for?” Rarity asked.
Sunset smiled and Rarity shivered. It was not a good smile, nor a playful smile. This expression was far crueller. This was the smile of a sadist and bastard.
She moved off of the deck and snapped her fingers. “Follow me, bitch.”
Rarity watched as she stood in the grass before the cabin. On one end of the chain was a stake, which she sunk into the earth, hammering it in nice and deep.
“No,” Rarity whispered. “You promised!”
Sunset sighed. “Are you deaf or do I need to beat you in order for you to get your stupid ass over here?”
Rarity thought about resisting, as she had many times over the course of the night. But she knew that she was outnumbered and at a complete and utter disadvantage. She sighed and got up, slinking over to Sunset.
“That’s a good girl,” Sunset teased.
Those words had never been spoken with such disdain.
When Rarity approached, Sunset placed a hand upon her shoulder and forced her down onto her knees. She could feel the dirt and grime touch her flesh. She’d never been a fan of filth but at this moment she couldn’t deny that it was turning her on.
Sunset started to loop the chain around her throat, like some kind of collar. It wasn’t too tight but the loop would prove difficult to wiggle out of if she tried. And to ensure that it stayed where it belonged, she produced a padlock, locking the loop in the chain.
“You bitch,” Rarity hissed.
Sunset glowered at her and slapped her across the face. “Just be thankful that I’m even allowing you to sleep tonight.” She snorted and took a step back. “You haven’t seen me be a bitch yet, darling.”
And with that she started to walk away.
“Have yourself a good night, sweetheart,” she chided as she finally stepped up onto the deck.
Rarity was stunned as she heard the cabin’s door open and then promptly close. She laid down upon her side, feeling the cold soil and soft grass all around her. As she looked up at the sky, she noticed that a few clouds were starting to cover the moon. If they bore rain or not, she didn’t really know.
Her attention went between her legs, feeling just how wet this little performance had left her. She’d already came once during this evening but she saw no reason that she should deny herself another.
She reached between her legs and started to stroke at her lips. As they were already so slick, there was little resistance as she probed and prodded at them. Her fingers didn’t waste time with foreplay as she plunged her digits into her sex.
They felt utterly divine as they clumsily stroked at her walls and prodded at all the tender little spots inside of her.
It’d been ages since she’d last jilled off in such a brutish fashion but it had also been months since she’d last felt so sexually satisfied.
Her fingers pumped away and soon her moans filled the air. She used her other hand to muffle them, lest her hosts hear her actually getting off to such a degrading and humiliating situation.
She knew her body well and easily sought out all of those tender little places that succumbed to this treatment. Soon the heat between her legs caught and turned into a proper smolder. One which bore a tension that gripped at her core and whispered to her in such perverted voices.
Soon, she felt a raindrop touch her flesh. It made her flinch though failed to really slow her down. Faster and faster, she pounded away, using her fingers like Flash had used his cock. It was mechanical and cruel but got her through the motions, driving her fire onwards and feeding it with fuel.
The first raindrop was soon followed by a second and a third and it wasn’t long before a proper rainstorm was rolling in. It started as a sprinkle though didn’t take longer to turn into a proper downpour.
Rarity shivered though the coolness of the water did little to tame the fire that threatened to consume her core.
“Fuck,” she whispered into her hand.
She really ought to see a therapist and see why it took such fucking extremes to get her off.
Her breath came out in ragged bursts as the water clung to her body. She panted as she drove herself to the limits of her bliss. A shiver coursed through her, one brought on by pleasure and the chill of the rain.
“So close,” she whispered. “So, fucking…”
She hammered away with such desperation, feeling herself near that fateful little point. All it would take is a little more, a little something extra in the tank.
There was the sound of footsteps and Rarity glanced towards them. It would seem that Sunset had returned, coming out to watch her from the deck.
She had changed, replacing her usual urban attire for something a bit more rustic. A pair of camo hunting pants, two heavy leather boots, and a wife beater that was at least partially covered by her leather jacket.
A cruel laugh rumbled forth from her. “Are you seriously getting off to this?”
She stepped down from the deck and made her way over. This was a woman who knew that she was in complete control of the situation and had every intention to milk it for everything that it was worth.
When she finally reached Rarity, the fashionista was on the edge of bliss, teetering but being teased by her own unruly anatomy.
“Help,” Rarity hissed.
Sunset looked confused until she noticed just how desperate Rarity seemed. So, she obliged and lifted one of her boots, pressing it down upon Rarity’s face and pushing it into the dirt and mud.
“Having trouble getting off, you slut?” Sunset asked. “God I can’t believe you’re actually jilling to this. Did I break something in your brain during the ride here?”
Rarity could only whine, hammering her fingers away without restraint. She was just happy that Sunset had allowed her to retain this degree of dignity. But still, it wasn’t enough, she needed just a little bit more, that last little puff of breeze that would allow her to spill over the edge and plunge into orgasmic bliss.
It came a moment later as Sunset moved her other boot in front of Rarity’s face. It was covered in long dried muck, caked in filth and dirt.
“Lick my boot clean,” Sunset demanded. “Or I’ll get even meaner.”
Rarity didn’t need to be asked twice as she leaned forwards and started to desperately lap away at the leather of Sunset’s footwear. It tasted… like dirt but it wasn’t the taste she was after. It was the burst of warmth in her face as she flushed with utter shame.
“Glad you’re making yourself at least a little bit useful,” Sunset grunted.
Rarity pumped her fingers between her folds once more. Though this time it resulted in something else, that pressure actually releasing. She cried out against Sunset’s boot as she clenched around her fingers.
Her juices came forth and coated her digits before dribbling along her flank and down to the earth. It was then washed away by the rain, just another fluid amongst many.
Sunset chuckled and removed the boot from Rarity’s head.
Instead, she knelt beside her and produced a key, using it to unlock the padlock that was in front of her throat. She carefully uncoiled the chain and leaned forwards, giving her a kiss on her dirt-covered forehead.
“Two in one night,” Sunset teased.
Rarity shivered. “Guess we found that magical formula for actually getting me off.”
“Yeah, we did.” Sunset snorted. “Just don’t expect me to keep this going on a regular basis.”
Rarity nodded. “Fair enough.”
“Do you want me to continue being mean or…” Sunset began.
Rarity smirked. “Darling, I’m just getting started. Let’s see if we can go for a new record, shall we?”
“God you’re so fucked up,” Sunset teased.
She reached down and offered a hand which Rarity took, getting to her feet.
Once Rarity was standing, she took a step but promptly stumbled forwards. Though Sunset thankfully caught her, keeping her steady.
“Think it’s time that you took a bath,” Sunset said.
Rarity snorted. “Aren’t we going for an academy record, Miss Tall, Dark, and Sadistic?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Sunset said. “I am very creative when it comes to being cruel.”
Rarity squirmed in her bondage, testing the restraints that trapped her against the firm oak table in the living room. The leather straps were firm and denied her any usage of her legs and arms. Her body was totally on display with both Sunset and Rainbow watching her as they sipped at their beers.
“You let her inside?” Rainbow asked, smirking to herself. “Someone’s going soft?”
Sunset nodded and took another sip, killing the bottle. “If she gets hypothermia, I doubt we’ll get our ransom money. It’s pragmatism, not softness.”
“I think we should make something to let them know that we’re serious,” Rainbow said. “You know like sending a finger in the mail or something.”
Rarity gasped. “I would very much prefer if I kept all of my fingers, thank you very much.”
“It was just an example!” Rainbow yelped. “Not actually going to cut off one of your fingers.” She blinked and looked at Sunset. “She isn’t into that, right?”
Sunset was about to speak but then shrugged and looked at Rarity.
Rarity scoffed. “No, I’m not into having one of my fingers cut off! What do you take me for?”
“I take you as the type of girl who begged me to take you a cabin for a nice long weekend where I’d spend at least seventy-two hours brutalizing you?”
“Begged,” Rarity grumbled. “You seemed positively eager to get me into this situation.”
Sunset ignored this and looked at Rainbow. “Could make a video showing how sincere we are about getting that money?”
Rainbow nodded and went over to their collection of supplies, grabbing a tripod and camera. She then started to assemble them.
“Do I want to know why Rarity has one of these?” she asked.
Sunset snorted. “I mean she used to be a camgirl back in university. You know that, right?”
“I actually had no idea about that,” Rainbow replied, glancing at Rarity and grinning. “Is it still up and running?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you the link when we’re somewhere that has wi-fi. The subscription is only like ten bucks a month,” Rarity said.
Rainbow smirked. “Sweet.”
She finished with the camera and trained it on Rarity. When it was properly aligned, she then went back over to their supplies, grabbing her mask. She also grabbed Sunset’s, tossing it to her. Together, the two of them pulled them on, looking like proper faceless thugs.
“You get the Hitachi; I get the water?” Sunset asked.
Rainbow nodded. “Sounds good.”
“Water?” Rarity asked.
Sunset chuckled and walked over. She sat next to Rarity’s head and gently stroked her cheek. The gesture was far too tender for the sinister implications that dripped so tantalizing from her voice with every amused rumble. She didn’t speak though, letting Rarity’s mind do the work for her.
What could water possibly mean?
Her mind cycled through the possibilities, though the one that stood centre to them all was waterboarding. After all, she was strapped to a table, on her back, utterly exposed.
Sunset got up and walked away, heading into the kitchen. She took a moment but soon returned with four jugs of water in her hands. She placed them down, one after another, lining them up at the base of the table.
They crinkled against plastic and Rarity realized that the table was placed upon some sort of tarp. A smart decision, lest they damage the cabin’s hardwoods.
Sunset then sat down, settling into the spot beside Rarity’s head.
Rainbow looked to her and offered a thumbs up, a silent question which Sunset nodded to.
Rarity watched as a light flickered on the camera and it started to record her.
Sunset drew in a breath and addressed the camera. “So how are you doing tonight? It must be quite a shock realizing that your girlfriend is missing but I wouldn’t worry about it too much. She’s in adequate care.” She chuckled darkly. “But whether she stays in adequate care is up to you. We demand two hundred thousand dollars or we might slip up with our treatment of her.”
She reached down and roughly patted Rarity on the cheek. “How about you tell your girlfriend what I’ve done to you so far, dear?”
Rarity shivered. “They dragged me into a van, raped me, made me sleep in the rain, made me eat them out, used me as an ashtray…” She swallowed. “That’s all they’ve done to me so far.”
“You make it sound so basic,” Rainbow teased.
“And to prove the sincerity of our threat,” Sunset began. “We’ve decided to bathe your girlfriend on camera for you.”
Rainbow came over with a Hitachi wand and sat on the edge of the table, near Rarity’s feet. It was kind of a bad cop, good cop dynamic. One was bringing pleasure, the other was promising a very grim pain.
“Maybe we should do a few other things while we have the cameras rolling,” Sunset teased. She reached out and roughly squeezed one of Rarity’s nipples, giving it a tug. “Could pierce these while we have your attention.”
Rarity gasped, her back lifting as far away from the table as she could manage. “You evil and absolutely depraved brutes.”
“Such a mouth on someone who’s at our mercy,” Sunset teased. “Better be careful or we might demand three hundred thousand to keep you alive.”
Rarity glared at her but kept her rowdy language in check. Instead, she held her head up high, waiting for whatever treatment these two had in store for her.
Rainbow was the first to react. She placed the foamed tip of the vibrator against Rarity’s still tender lips. Once it was in position, she turned it on, starting with a nice lowly buzz. It was enough to draw forth a moan though it would never bring her all the way to orgasm.
When Rarity started to fidget against her bondage, Sunset then took position. She grabbed a white cloth and tied one end of it to the edge of the table before using her other hand to pull it tight against Rarity’s face.
It was porous enough for Rarity to breath though she doubted that would work in her favour for much longer. She heard Sunset grunt as she hefted something somewhat heavy over Rarity’s face.
“Deep breath,” Sunset instructed.
Rarity took one. The second it had entered her lungs, the water started to fall. It landed upon the cloth and soaked into it, suddenly denying her even a whiff of breath. She squirmed soon enough, feeling like she was legitimately drowning. There was nothing but water around her, a dampness and darkness which was disorienting.
The water continued to fall however, not stopping but coming in a steady, yet suffocating, trickle. Soon a worry turned to horror as a kindling took flame within her lungs. Rarity needed air, she needed to breathe. Yet, the water kept coming and coming and…
Sunset removed the cloth and Rarity gasped for breath, panting for every whiff that she would be allowed.
“Please,” she gasped.
It was the only word she was able to muster before Sunset pulled the cloth tightly in place once more.
Rarity had been allowed barely a breath to work off of. She panicked, legitimately panicked as she actually struggled against the straps that kept her locked in place.
She heard Sunset laugh. It was a cruel and ugly noise.
“Shouldn’t waste your breath begging,” Sunset chided.
A few seconds trickled by, though to Rarity they might as well have been minutes. She needed air, she needed to breathe, to get even a whiff of life into her lungs. Though Sunset kept the cloth in place, denying her even the most basic resource of life.
The Hitachi between Rarity’s legs sprung to life, pulsing with even more vigour. Though pleasure was the furthest thing from Rarity’s mind.
Sunset removed the cloth and Rarity gasped for breath once again. She panted and groaned, struggling for every single puff. Though she didn’t speak. She’d learned her lesson in that regard.
She looked up at the masked face over her, wondering when the cloth would return.
“I… I…” Rarity began.
Poor choice.
Her sentence was cut off as Sunset pulled the cloth once more across her face. And with it, came the water, a steady, torturous, trickle. It felt like she was sinking into a deep pool, drowning and struggling for life.
Soon the fire within her lungs was joined with one between her legs as the Hitachi was really pushed into overdrive. She hated how predictable her anatomy was, responding so positively to abuse and degradation.
Though such thoughts of pleasure were drowned out by the raw fear that seemed to fill her mind so utterly. Every synapse was alight, screaming with a horror that was gripping and real.
She thrashed about, feeling the coarse leather of the straps dig into her skin. It bit at her flesh and would surely leave such beautiful marks behind.
Sunset removed the cloth and Rarity hacked and cough, desperate for air, real air. Her eyes were surely wide with terror as Sunset flinched away. She dropped the cloth, though thankfully it landed upon Rarity’s throat and not her face.
Rarity sputtered violently, though managing to retain some sanity, stopping with her futile thrashing.
“Holy shit,” Rainbow said.
“Holy shit,” Sunset agreed.
She reached forwards and cupped Rarity’s cheek. “Are you okay, babe?”
Rarity shook her head, sputtering against the water and her own inability to overcome her rebellious instincts. It took a moment but slowly rational thoughts returned to her and she drew in a nice deep breath.
The three of them stayed in silence, the only sound coming from the Hitachi. Though without the sense of dread and desperation, its vibrations were far less effective than before.
“Do you want me too…” Sunset began.
Rarity smirked. “Darling, I don’t think you’ve made your point clear enough for the video.”
Sunset looked up at Rainbow and Rainbow back at her. If they weren’t wearing masks, Rarity would’ve bet that they would’ve shared a look of: ‘is this bitch serious.’
Finally, Sunset shrugged and grabbed the cloth, holding it above Rarity’s face.
“Deep breath,” she instructed, attempting to put the gruffness back into her tone. Though her intimidation was tainted with a slight strand of worry that clung to her syllables.
Rarity smirked and obeyed, drawing in another breath. The cloth soon went back down and with it came the water. The trickle this time was a bit more strenuous and a lot more suffocating. Water seeped through the cloth and into Rarity’s mouth. She suckled against the fabric though it only pressed tighter against her face, furthering the sense of suffocation and dread.
The sensation of fear crawled back into her mind and soon seized at her grey matter, smothering it with anxiety. Every thought within her brain cried out in fear and soon her instincts took control. She squirmed and thrashed about violently.
And with this came the return of her pleasure. The fear was an intense motivator, really feeding into the potency of the vibrator which was currently torturing her. The fire between her legs was soon joined by the returning smolder within her lungs.
Sunset removed the cloth pre-maturely and Rarity drew in a breath.
Though Rarity’s brow promptly knitted.
“What?” Sunset asked.
Rarity rolled her eyes. “You’re going easy on me.”
“Do you want me to go harder?” Sunset asked. “Really?”
“I want to cum,” Rarity said in a matter-a-fact tone.
What Sunset derived from that statement was up to her.
Sunset snorted. “Alright?”
She pressed the cloth back down upon Rarity’s face and started to pour the water once again. This time Rarity stayed still for as long as her mind would allow. Though her fragile psyche could only endure so much of this treatment.
Once more fear returned and with it came the feeble resistance of Rarity. Though with the fear came a closeness, that of her orgasm. She groaned against the rag, wanting so badly to let loose and plunge into the tantalizing embrace of pleasure.
Soon her lungs ached, though the rag remained firmly in place. She suckled upon it, though no breath came through, only more and more water.
Rarity dug her nails into the table, gripping it with all her might. Her back lifted away from it though the straps continued to keep her bound firmly in place. The seconds dragged on, each making Rarity’s torture that much more intense.
Her sex quaked, desperate for release.
Soon panic settled within her mind and she trashed around with vigour and legitimate fear. The leather ached against her flesh, chafing it as she desperately moved around.
Okay Sunset, you can remove the rag.
But it remained and so did the trickle of water.
Sunset!
It didn’t budge and the fire within Rarity reached a crescendo. If it lasted much longer, she might accidentally breathe in water.
She screamed, literally screamed against the rag.
“Sunset,” Rainbow hissed.
Sunset grunted. “Bitch wanted me to be mean. So, I’m going to give her mean.”
Rarity sucked against the rag, only getting more and more water in her mouth.
Though something magical happened at that moment. Her core gave out, without warning, and with it, she splashed against the wand that assaulted her pussy. Her orgasm was weak, fatigued by the prior two. Yet it was still an orgasm, a sign of her bliss.
Yet, even as she released against the wand, Sunset continued to hold the rag in place.
Rarity sobbed, actually cried against the soaking wet material. Though the wetness of her misery was but a mere accent to the abundant water that filled her world. She needed to breathe, needed even the slimmest promise that a breath was soon to come.
“Sunset,” Rainbow hissed.
Rarity screamed. Though she had so little breath left to do so that the action was feeble, weak, fading.
She was going to die.
“What?” Sunset hissed. “Bitch wanted me to be evil and I know how to be evil!”
“Sunset,” Rainbow repeated, sounding far more heated.
Sunset sighed and ripped the cloth away. “Fine!”
Rarity gasped for breath, hacking and coughing as she sputtered against the water. Her lungs ached and she swore that she had breathed in at least a little bit of fluid during this encounter.
Once she had the breath to do so, she screamed. She even tried her best to rip herself away from the table.
Sunset growled and slapped her across the face. “Calm down, you fucking whore!”
The slap knocked some sense into Rarity as she blinked away her irrational fears.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
Rainbow tugged off her mask and looked at her. “Are you alright?”
“I think that might’ve been the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life,” Rarity whispered. She looked up at Sunset. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I think Rainbow was about to punch me in the nose if I didn’t,” Sunset teased.
“Rarity, you were scaring the shit out of me!” Rainbow exclaimed. “Sunset looked like she was about to murder you.”
“Eh, I’m sure she would’ve been fine,” Sunset teased.
She moved away from the table and over to the camera, turning it off.
“So,” Sunset said. “I guess we are faced with a bit of a problem here.”
“What problem would that be?” Rarity asked.
“Do you want to call it here, having had one incredibly good night? Then we can enjoy the rest of the long weekend like normal people?” Sunset offered. “Or should I keep you strapped to this table for the rest of the night and we can start fresh tomorrow morning?”
“Surprised you even have more sadistic ideas in you,” Rarity teased.
Rainbow snorted. “Me too.”
“What can I say?” Sunset shrugged. “All those fun little demons didn’t fuck off when you reformed me. They just need an excuse to come out nowadays.” She flashed a cruel smile. “I could think of at least a thousand different ways to put you through your paces, darling.”
Rarity pondered it for a minute and hummed to her. “It would be nice to sleep in a proper bed…”
Sunset nodded and reached for the straps. “Then let me…”
“But who knows when I’ll actually get off again,” Rarity teased. She winked at the duo. “Plus, Rainbow hasn’t really gotten a chance to toy with me yet.”
Rainbow smirked. “Well, I can’t be as much of a bitch as Sunset but I’m sure I could think of a thing or two to do to you.”
“So, reconvene tomorrow?” Rarity asked.
Both Sunset and Rainbow looked at each other and nodded to themselves.
“See you tomorrow,” Sunset said, moving towards the cabin’s bedrooms. “Love you lots.”
Rarity smiled. “Love you too, darling.”
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