“Cadance... I know you want to help but…”
“But what, Shining? You’re going to say I shouldn’t do anything?”
A sigh over the somewhat static-filled call was the only response that sounded out within the headmasters’ room of Crystal Prep Academy. It’s new owner, Principal Cadance, sat back exhaustedly in her chair, looking at the loud speaker as if it were her beloved husbands’ face. She could almost picture him now; one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he thought of the most diplomatic route through this argument.
“All I’m saying is the police are already looking into this, right? That means they’ll get to the bottom of this faster than you would on your own. Besides, those girls graduated years ago. They’re no longer your responsibility, Cadance.” She sighed as well, her slender shoulders sagging with the weight of more than her station. He was right, a part of her said…
“But it doesn’t feel right, Shining” She responded, standing up and looking out the window behind her desk. “I swore after the Friendship Games that I wouldn’t overlook my students’ issues like I did with Twilight. And even though they’ve graduated, I still look at them as young women I’ve helped along the way.” She now walked back to the desk, knowing her love couldn’t see her but didn’t care. “I can’t abandon them. The police might be looking, but I want to do my part too.” She imagined he would counter that she already had. Having gone to the parents and learning all she could. Scanning the many shelves of the academy’s archives for if there was a lead hidden away. Constantly pestering the police if they had found anything.
Yet he didn’t, emitting another sigh. “I know you do. I love that about you, and there isn’t much I can do to stop you right now. All I can ask is that you won’t push things too far, alright? Help where you can, but let the police do their job.”
She sat back down, smiling softly as the difficult part of this conversation passed. “Alright, I promise.”
“Thank you.” Relief was overflowing from his voice. “Alright, my squad’s about to head out for patrol. Don’t let this get to you and take care of yourself, okay?”
“I will. I love you, Shining.”
“Love you, Cadance.”
The call ended there, and with it went all of Cadances’ good cheer. It was so difficult having a loved one overseas on military duties. It may’ve only been a peacekeeping mission and she was so proud of him for doing it, but that didn’t make the nights he wasn’t there any lonelier. She had thought about going out on the town with a few friends once while he was on a different tour, but she turned them down, not even wanting to chance the idea of dancing with anyone but her chosen beloved.
Looking down brought Cadance right back to the miserable reality that had been haunting her for weeks. Spread across her mahogany desk were photos, spilling out of a manila file she had compiled, along with official documents littered with highlighted notes and timestamps. The typed words were blurring together at this point, but the photos remained clear as the crystals the academy she ran got its name from. Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Sunny Flare, and Indigo Zap. All five were missing. Their parents had reported they had never returned from a get-together during a break from college. The city had been searched multiple times, including Crystal Prep itself. The faculty, Cadance most of all, were interviewed by the police. But in two weeks, nothing of the five girls could be found. Twilight Sparkle, bless her heart, had offered her and her new friends assistance in finding the lost girls, but Cadance had refused. Despite knowing how talented and formidable those seven could be, the principal couldn’t bear to ask them to do something so risky. Twilight especially.
Her strength sapped by all of this negativity, Cadance sighed as she stood and left her office. It had been a few hours since the school day had come to a close. Outside of the janitor and a few teachers staying back for work, the halls of Crystal Prep were empty. The only sounds were Cadances’ heels echoing down the empty corridors. Normally there would be after-school clubs, sporting or otherwise, that would see students staying back to further their education and, as of more recently, socialise more easily. But, with the girls yet to be found and the potential of perhaps a serial kidnapper on the loose, all after-school clubs and events had been cancelled until the investigators brought with them the news Cadance was desperate to hear; that the girls had been found, safe and sound.
The drive home was a blur; a mixture of the glowing sky at sunset and whizzing headlights. Before Cadance knew it, she had pulled into the garage of the home she shared with her fiancé. She went through the motions of putting her bag down on the kitchen bench, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, then tiredly flopping down onto one of the living room couches. She fidgeted until her shoes were flung off of her stocking-clad feet, a sigh escaping her pink lips. Before she could bring the bottle to her lips, however, something was amiss.
Her bedroom door was open, and the bedside lap was on. Knowing no one had entered the house since her departure earlier that morning, Cadance quickly checked all doors and windows. None were broken, and only Shining Armour and his family had spare keys to their house. Given he was on tour and it wasn’t like Twilight to sneak in unannounced, the woman’s nerves were on edge. She cautiously moved back to her bag and pulled out the small can of pepper spray. A lady as beautiful as her knew she always needed some form of protection. Normally this came in being beside Shining, but she could more than handle herself if need be.
She slowly moved up the hall to her bedroom, then swiftly turned inside and held up her weapon. Inside the room there was no one. Cadance didn’t drop her guard though, and searched through all of the room, the cupboards and the ensuite. Still no one. She was alone in the house. With that concern out of the way, she turned to look at what lay upon her pillow on the queen-sized bed. A small manila envelope rested there. She gingerly tapped it with her can, but nothing happened. Cadance then picked it up carefully like it was a porcelain relic of an ancient civilization. There was no return address, though she thought as much. No point getting her hopes up that whatever intruder had left this in her home was dumb enough to include that. Taking a deep breath and holding it, she opened the letter and unfolded the single sheet of paper, reading the typed letters when she had been expecting cut-out bits of magazines.
We have your former students.
More will join them unless you co-operate.
Come alone to the address listed at the appointed time.
Tell anyone and they all die.
The shock of this shook Cadance, and she swiftly sat down on the edge of the bed, the note falling from her hands. Someone was blackmailing her? But why? She wasn’t that prominent in society. She was a principal for crying out loud. Why would someone target her? And using her former students like that? This had to be some insanely elaborate prank. Her first instinct was to grab the phone and inform the police, but she couldn’t. If someone had broken into her home expertly like this, then what’s to say they didn’t bug her phone as well? If this whole thing wasn’t a mean-spirited joke, then the girls’ lives were in real danger. Their safety rested on what she chose to do. She sat there for what felt like ages, wracking her brain for a plan to solve this. One idea kept creeping up, only for the limits in the note to shoot it back down.
After twenty minutes of deliberating, she used her breathing technique to help her calm down. Looking over to the bedside table, she saw a framed photo of she and Shining out on a picnic date months ago. Despite the tension in her body, she knew what she had to do.
“I’m sorry, Shining. But those girls need me.”
The chill in the night air shimmered before disappearing with Cadances’ breath. She stood out in front of a large building with border up windows and a foreclosed sign on it. It stood on the fringes of the city, and given the late hour of the night she had been told to arrive, it was eerie standing in such a quiet part of the city.
Checking her watch once more, Cadance saw the clock finally clicked over to eleven thirty. Taking another deep breath, she raised her hand to knock on the door, only for a slit within it to slide open. On the other side were a set of green eyes, which took one quick glance at her before sliding shut again. Cadance stood there in confusion for a moment before it swung open and revealed a burly bald man in a tank top and jeans. Another thing that she noticed straight away was the pistol sticking out of the man’s pocket.
“Come in,” he said gruffly, stepping aside and holding the door open for her. “The mistress’ been expecting you.” Nodding, Cadance calmly stepped inside. The man swung the door shut behind her, sliding the bolt in place to lock her inside. He stepped back before and held out his hand. “Your phone.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“Your phone, anything in your pockets. Give them to me. Now.” The tone made it clear it wasn’t a request. Reluctantly, Cadance pulled out her phone and pepper spray. When he still stared at her, she frowned and turned her pockets inside out, proving she didn’t have anything else. Emitting a grunt she took for satisfaction, the man turned and led Cadance through a darkened hall that took three left turns before coming to a stairwell. He stood aside, letting her go down first before following and blocking any chance of escape. But she wasn’t planning to run, not that she had much of a choice. The girls needed her, and she was ready to move heaven and earth to save them.
The descent finally ended in a large, darkened room, the only lights being those near the stairs. Cadance looked to the man for direction, but he merely crossed his arms and stood still. Sighing through her nostrils, she turned and took a few steps into the darkness. The sound of her heels echoed throughout this chamber; however big it was.
“Well?” She asked, putting on her bravest face and adopting a defiant stance. “I’m here. I came like you wanted. Now show me the girls are unharmed.” For a few moments, she heard nothing. Then, soft moans and a muffled voice responded from somewhere directly ahead of her in the darkness. Then the lights turned on. Well, some of them. The area where the moans were coming from were now illuminated.
And the sight sent fear into Cadances’ heart.
There, on what appeared to be a strip club runway, were the girls. All five were wearing nothing but black latex thigh-high stockings, as well as a variety of gags. Sour Sweet was standing; her wrists bound behind her head to the pole, her legs stiffly spread wide. Kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs by her legs were Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare, while tied together in a sixty-nine position were Lemon Zest and Indigo Zap, the sportier of the pair on the bottom with her head resting with a clear view of Sour Sweet’s privates.
As she looked, Cadance couldn’t help but cover her gapping jaw with a hand. All five wore heavy blushes across their features and it was clear to see why. Sugarcoat and Sunny had had their nipples pierced, a small silver chain linking the nipples around Sours’ legs while a dildo vibrator whirred away within their pussies. Lemon had strapped in her mouth a dildo gag, and the ropes that bound her atop Indigo forced said gag into the lower girl’s folds. Indigo was moaning loudest of them all, but Sour, the only one who seemed to notice Cadances’ arrival, was trying to call out to her through her bright red ball gag as two egg vibrators were buzzing away taped to her nipples. Her lower lips were positively gushing, the feminine juices dripping down onto Indigos’ face.
“Oh, you haven’t come like I want. Not just yet.”
Stepping into the light behind the girls was a tall woman. Cadance guessed she was slightly taller than Principal Celestia. Her ebony skin and dark teal hair were contrasted by a bright red cocktail dress that hugged her voluptuous form tightly. As she stood there with a hand on her hip and a smug grin on her green lipstick-coated lips, those emerald eyes of hers zeroed in on the fair principal like a hawk. Something about this woman was ringing a very faint bell in the back of Cadances’ mind, but she couldn’t focus on that now. Saving the girls took priority.
“Who are you?” Cadance demanded, taking a step forward. “Why are you doing this?”
“My name is Chrysalis, though that doesn’t really matter since you’ll soon be calling me by a different title.” The woman replied nonchalantly, reaching around and stroking Sour Sweet’s cheek; a move that earned a fearful flinch from the young woman. “And this has all been for you.”
“Me?” Cadance repeated, the questions from earlier flooding her mind once more before she shook it off. “Look, if your grudge is against me, then let the girls go. They’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Oh, but they have.” Chrysalis walked slowly before placing one of her high heels on Lemon’s back. “Sour here gave me some quite unsavoury backtalk when we crossed paths in the shopping district. Then these two threatened me. And no one threatens me without paying the price.” Smirking at the quivering girls, she then took the steps down off the stage and approached Cadance. She only chuckled at the sight of the would-be heroine’s glare. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. Sour Sweet’s the only one who was still a virgin when they crossed us. Given her attitude, it’s not that surprising. What was surprising was how Sugarcoat had lost it. I mean, given how blunt she is, most might see that as a turn off.” She gave a mean-spirited laugh before catching her breath. “Normally I would’ve just sold them into the sex trade. But when I found out they once studied under you, well, that changed things.”
“Let. Them. Go.” Cadance glowered as the tall woman came to a stop before her. She had hoped her resolve would intimidate or even annoy the ringleader of this twisted fantasy but if anything, she seemed amused.
“Hm… Only if you do something for me.”
She circled Cadance before snapping her fingers. At this, the light for the entire room came on. The tiles on the floor were jet black, while the walls a soft maroon. But what surprised and unnerved the principal even more was the large crowd of men that had been waiting in the shadows silently. There had to be at least twenty, maybe thirty of them. The fact she didn’t smell them at all, nor see their silhouettes in the dark caught her by surprise. That or she had been too focused on the girls. The men ranged in appearance in a wide variety of ways; physique, amount of hair, and dress code. But the one thing they all had in common was they were staring hungrily at her.
“If you manage to please all of the men in this building before sunrise, I’ll let the six of you go. Fail…” Chrysalis grinned, nodding to the runway. Cadance looked back and saw with horror that more lackeys were now unshackling them from the stage, but still their arms were bound. The message was clear; play along or else.
“W-What? By-By please them, you mean…”
The cruel smirk Chrysalis wore grew wider. “Sexually, of course.”
The shock forced Cadance to step back a bit, as she noticed the group of men had now encircled the two women. The moment she saw how the girls were arranged, she knew something debased was afoot, but this? She… She couldn’t. She was engaged, and she would never betray Shining like that. It was unthinkable… But, the girls. She looked back to them, and they all had seen her now. She looked upon each one, seeing the terror and desperation in their eyes. Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare had tears rolling down their cheeks as the vibrators on and in their bodies continued to whir. Lemon Zest’s look of anguish and heaving shoulders were offset by the slick dildo gag protruding from her mouth, and Indigo Zap was coughing up both her drool and Sour’s feminine nectar through her O-ring gag. Her heart was torn. Which one would she be forced to betray; her former students, or the love of her life?
She turned back to Chrysalis, the boss lady still smirking as she crossed her arms beneath her prominent bosom. “If-If I do this, you promise you’ll let us go?”
“I swear on my mothers’ grave, the six of you will be allowed to go home.” Chrysalis responded, adding in a respectful bow which gave the teacher a better view of the woman’s cleavage. “Though, I’d decide quickly if I were you. We’re approaching midnight and even though sunrise is predicted to be around quarter to seven today, it’ll still take up some time to please everyone in this room.”
Cadance knew she was cornered, but situationally and literally. Chrysalis’ thugs surrounded her, the girls were being held hostage, and no one knew she was there. Chrysalis held all the cards and she knew it, feeding her ego and entertainment. She looked at the engagement ring Shining Armour had gotten her. Her heart was breaking that it had come to this. She hated it, but knew there was no other way.
I’m so sorry, Shining. Please… Please understand, and forgive me.
“A-Alright…” Cadance uttered after using the breathing technique once more, her eyes watering yet still defiant as she met Chrysalis’ sadistic gaze. “I… I’ll… I’ll do it. Just… just don’t hurt the girls.”
Chrysalis’ smile stretched across her face like that of a Cheshire cat. “So glad you’ve seen the light. Boys? Get the girls some proper seats. They’ll definitely want front row seats for this special show.”
Cadance could feel the heat of her blush despite the chill sweeping over her skin. She griped the lavender sheet she had found in this dressing room tighter around her body, while the other hand rested paralysed on the door handle. She knew she had to go. If she didn’t, there’s no telling what Chrysalis might do to her, or more importantly the girls. But like this?
“Hurry up! The mistress’ waiting.” The gruff voice of the man who had let her into the building barked from the other side of the door. Reusing her breathing technique, she opened the door and stepped out. The grunt took a moment to appraise her, a cruel smirk of his own stretching across his face. Cadance couldn’t help but notice the man’s gaze linger a second or two longer on both her chest and waist, not that he was attempting to hide it. She also couldn’t help but notice the large bulge beginning to form in his crotch.
“This way.” He took hold of her arm and pulled her along, Cadance initially stumbling before matching his quick pace. A few turns later and she found herself behind a curtain, where Chrysalis stood waiting. The moment the two women made eye contact, they greeted each other with a sadistic grin and a stern scowl.
“My, my…” Chrysalis purred, slowly circling the principal. “Feeling coy, are we? I hope this,” she pulled lightly at the edge of the curtain, “isn’t a sign you’re going to go against your word and abandon those lovely girls?” Cadance gritted her teeth in frustration, but shook her head in response. Before the confident woman could talk down to her more, she took one more shuddering breath and let the sheet fall.
The grunt let out a low whistle at the sight of Cadances’ exposed pink skin. Her blush deepened, looking away in shame. Her perfect hourglass figure shivered with scant little preserving her decency. The lacy magenta bra only emphasised her DD breasts, as did the matching panties for her wide hips and soft, heart-shaped buttocks. Her long legs were encased in trashy fishnet stockings that ended at her plush thighs, the skin beneath slightly spilling out over the end and through the gaps.
Chrysalis hummed in satisfaction. “There we are. Just one more addition and you’ll be ready to meet your adoring fans.” The devious woman stepped closer and clasped something tight around Cadances’ neck before tightening it. Looking back, she saw Chrysalis holding up her make-up mirror to reveal the teacher’s neck was now adorned with a thin black leather collar, the chain attached to it leading to her tormentors’ other hand.
“You will pay for this.” Cadance growled, but this only drew a chuckle from her foe.
“Correction; I’m being paid for this by your waiting clients. Speaking of which, it’s time to introduce you to them. Come along.” With a tug on the chain, Chrysalis led Cadance out through the curtain and out into the main chamber.
Any hopes she had plummeted.
The room was packed with men; many more than Chrysalis’ goons from the twenty minutes prior when she agreed to this nonsense. There must have been at least fifty of them, perhaps more as the lights were focused on the runway the villainous leader was guiding her down. Looking out past the crowd of horny men shouting obscenities and catcalls, Cadance managed to spot the girls. All five were safe, for now at least, in a private box up the back that was illuminated in low red lights. Their hands were tied together behind their heads, yet thankfully there were no more vibrators tormenting them. It seemed she would now be the object of Chrysalis’ dark desires.
“W-Wait,” Cadance spoke up nervously. “This wasn’t the amo-”
“Welcome one and all, to a Hex Hearts special event!” Chrysalis’ loud introduction and harsh tug on the chain cutting off Cadance’s protests. “We thank you all so very much for purchasing tickets for this one-time-only show. Behold; the slutty principal Cadance!” A jab sent pain into the back of the pink woman’s knee as she fell onto all fours on the stage. This elicited cheers and whooping from the crowd, more so when Chrysalis brought her back to a kneeling position by pulling on the chain. “With her fiancé overseas, she has eagerly volunteered to service each and everyone one of you. There will be rules of course; you are allowed to paint her outsides white to your hearts content, but once you come inside her, our lovely attendants will escort you to a separate room so you may recover and so that everyone can have a go. That said, this event is also timed, as we will be closing our doors at quarter to seven on the dot, so you’d better get this hot piece of ass quickly.”
The chain slackened and Cadance fell back to her hands and knees, desperately trying to regain her breath. She heard the clicks of belts being undone and the rustling of fabric shifting. Looking up, her eyes widened when she witnessed the whole crowd of men before her strip. Each and every one of them was sporting full blown erections, sending a chill running down her spine.
“I hope you don’t mind the extra clients.” Chrysalis whispered in her ear, pulling the chain taut once more. “But I’d prefer to make a profit while taking my sweet revenge on you, you pink slut.” The mistress dragged her newest plaything back to her feet, Cadance clawing at the collar to no avail. “Let the festivities begin!” Releasing the chain, Chrysalis gave Cadance a big shove and pushed her off the runway.
Straight down into a cesspit of male flesh.
“Come here, slut! I’m first!” Before the impact of the fall could be felt, Cadance was already dragged up to her knees by the chain. The mushroom-tipped head of a strangers’ cock was jabbed into her face, and it wasn’t until he gripped her hair with the other hand that the phallic spear pierced her lips.
“MMMMNNFFF!” Cadance’s muffled scream meant nothing to the man as he started feverishly humping away at her face. The taste of his manhood was awful, and his musk was filling her nostrils, further inducing the need to gag. She tried pushing away his swinging hips, only for firm hands to take her wrists and stretch them out to her sides.
“Hey! Help us out while we wait.” The moment her hands touched their intended target, Cadance wanted nothing more than to run. But when she let go, the men these cocks must have belonged to grabbed her again and forcibly helped her get started on the hand jobs. When they let go, this time she didn’t resist, stroking them as her mouth continued to come under assault.
“Hey, lift your ass, whore!” Another ruffian shouted before slapping her on the butt. Antoher moan escaped Cadance as she could barely breathe. Not wanting another stinging slap, she got to her knees and presented her backside as best she could. “Damn. To think an engaged woman like yourself is doing this. I bet you get off on doing guys behind your hubby’s back, don’t you, slut?”
T-That’s not true! She wanted to say, but with the cock hammering away in her mouth and making it difficult to breathe, panicked grunts and moans were all she could manage in response. Her voice rose a few octaves when the man behind her moved her now wet panties aside and started tracing her labia with his fingers.
“Look how wet you are. And here I was hoping you were a virgin. Oh well, let’s get started then.” She felt the vulgar man behind her step back for a moment before something hot aligned itself with her lower lips.
N-No! Please, don’t! Unable to voice her plea, the man entered her. She was used to more love foreplay before doing the deed, but this felt so much more intense. Her insides, previously the exclusive property of Shining Armour, were being invaded, with the soft walls pressing in tightly to try and remove the intruder. A muffled cry erupted from the pink woman as her hands and mouth clamped down tightly on their respective phalluses.
“Oh fuck! She got so tight!” The one raping her mouth grunted, his thrusts slowing down for a split second before he resumed even faster.
“I-I’m cumming!” The man to her left yelled before the pole within her grasp erupted. The sticky substance shot all over her hand and even hit her shoulder. The one on her right soon followed suit; his blasts of seed actually finding their mark on her face. Her skin felt hot where ever the sperm landed.
“Oof! You are tight! Your fiancé’s a lucky guy; getting this all to himself. Or so he thinks, am I right?” The man behind her taunted as his hips slapped into hers wetly. With the handjobs finished, he now took hold of her wrists and ploughed into Cadances’ depths with more vigour.
“Shit, I’m about to cum! Take it! Swallow it all, slut!” The man in front of her released his grip on the chain leash, instead grabbing two fistfuls of her hair and slamming her face into his crotch with wild abandon. Cadance felt his pole twitch within her maw before he finally climaxed. The taste was disgusting, but she had no choice but to either swallow it or suffocate. It slid flooded her cheeks before sliding slowly down her throat as he added sporadic spurts to the mass. One more spurt blasted out as he pulled out, getting her square in the face. Having had her face in his crotch for the past few minutes, all Cadance could smell was his musk, and the potent stench of his seed. What she couldn’t swallow was coughed out as she struggled to regain her breath.
“Don’t forget about me!” The voice behind Cadance spoke up cruelly, giving another powerful thrust to remind her he was still inside. With her arms, he pulled the educator partiall upright, and with this she saw the man who had just defiled her face was now being led away by one of Chrysalis’ goons. “I must say, you’ve gotten tighter. Are you liking all this extra attention?”
“N-ARGH! Hah! N-No, MNF! I-hah, Y-You’re wron-UGH!” Cadance could barely respond. Her body felt so hot, especially where those brutes had stained her. Looking around, she saw the crowd gazing upon her with perverted pleasure on their faces, many of them stroking their meat in preparation for their turn.
“Damn, you’ve gotten tighter. You must be into humiliation, huh?” He continued to gloat as his hips picked up speed. His pole scraped out more of her insides, pounding against her cervix. The growing intensity caused Cadances’ breasts to swing up and down, threatening to escape what was proving to be quite the flimsy bra. “Get ready to take everything, you whore!”
Cadance’s eyes widened in fear, looking back at the brute raping her. “No! D-ARGH! D-Don’t, hah, not inside! Pull it out! Pull it out!”
“Here we go… I’m cumming!”
Cadance cried out as this stranger came inside her. She could feel his sperm flowing inside, racing towards her womb. He released a few more stilted bursts inside before allowing her to fall to the floor, exiting her in the process. As she lay there, the excess semen escaping her snatch, more of the mob of men shared their seed as well, coating the principal in more jizz as others approached with perversely malicious intent.
“S-Stay away.” She begged. It mattered not. A new client flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. The semen flowed from her cunt faster before he pushed his fuck pole inside to stem the flow. The sensation of penetration, having only just been creampied, was too much for Cadance to handle, and she came. Hard. Her body twitched and spasmed as a wordless cry erupted from within. With her mouth open, another man jumped at the opportunity and tilted her head upwards, swiftly inserting himself into her mouth and thrusting away. Cadance could barely breathe. She was still struggling in the throes of orgasm, and yet the pleasure was only allowed to build as the principal was spit-roasted. Muffled gurgles and moans sputtered out in-between the brutes’ assault on her oesophagus, and tears spilled unbidden from her eyes as his balls slapped into her face with each thrust.
P-Please… no more…
…Someone… anyone… save us…
“Mmm… how resilient, don’t you think Sour?”
Sour Sweet only responded with a tired, fearful whimper. The other girls were barely conscious; any time one of them fell asleep, one of Chrysalis’ cronies would cop a feel, the pleasure waking the girls up and reminding them this whole ordeal wasn’t a horrible dream. Sour kept herself awake through sheer force of will. That and the fear of even worse happening to her. She once saw her unbroken virginity as a mark of shame, of her being unable to find a decent boyfriend. Now she was grateful for it. Chrysalis, for whatever reason, wasn’t keen on taking it, and so she had been spared the worst of their suffering. The same suffering their former dean-turned-principal was enduring now.
While Sour Sweet sat on Chrysalis’ lap, the devious woman playing with the youngers’ nipples, Cadance was buried beneath the men currently raping her. From their vantage point it was hard to see over the crowd of perverts, but there were screens in the suite that were linked to the security cameras. From above, she saw the pink-skinned woman flat on her back. One brute was holding her spread legs as he hammered away at her womanhood. A second sat on her stomach; squeezing his cock between her breasts and pistoning away like a man possessed. Maybe they were. Another two were receiving handjobs, while a fifth had her looking up to invade her mouth.
“Three hours in and she hasn’t broken down… And twenty men done already... Maybe your former principal really is a slut in denial.” At this observation, Sour Sweet tearfully shook her head. “Oh, you disagree?” A stiff tug on one of her nipples forced a squeal of agony and pleasure out of the freckled young woman, spawning a sinister grin on Chrysalis’ scheming features.
“Mistress.” Her attention diverted to Right Hook; her right-hand man, and the one that had met Cadance while letting her in. He held the educators’ phone in hand. “I’ve got all the evidence you requested, as well as her number and list of contacts.”
“Excellent,” the mastermind purred, turning back to the footage to see the five men currently assaulting Cadance all blow their load. There would be no rest, however, as more of the crowd were pushing to get their turn. Her boys had already had to break up one fight so far tonight. “We can enjoy the show for another few hours then, or however long her sanity lasts.”
…How… many more… are there…?
Cadance had lost all sense of time. Had it been the six or so hours Chrysalis had stated at the beginning? Or had it only been minutes? That knowledge was lost to the chaotic hell of pleasures she now found herself within. Though exhausted, she carried on. The girls needed her… right? What that why she came here? It was getting so hard to focus on anything that wasn’t a cock.
No! Cadance mentally chided herself. The girls did need her. She was doing this for them. But she could no longer deny it felt so good being dominated in this way. She still hated each and every one of these men for defiling her former students, for defiling her. But no longer was she being forced into it. Her hips were shaking on their own, and her hands went grasping for another cock whenever the one currently held unleashed its payload. It was all she could smell, all she could taste, and it was eating away at her resistance.
The task was showing its effects not only in her thoughts, but upon her body. She was covered head to toe in semen, with her meagre underwear long since discarded. Every time one of the horde of men pulled out of her overflowing pussy, the collected jizz would leak out before another would force itself inside to add to the messy creampie. She had lost track of when they had started using her hair to pleasure themselves while waiting for a hole to free up, but she had become acutely aware of when they started using her back door. Anal had never been her favourite kink, and she had the briefest experiments with it with Shining. But now, after hours of men using her like a communal cock sleeve, her ass had learned to accept the intruders, and a pool of cum was slowly filling her anus as well.
Her mind was forced back to the present, as two powerful thrusts from below jarred her thoughts. She was held up with strong arms hooked beneath her knees, as two of the remaining men hammered away at her pussy and ass. Her arms unconsciously locked themselves around the neck of the man in front of her, her breasts bouncing haphazardly in all of this. It had been a long time since her weak protests died out, with Cadance sparing any energy for maintaining her breath. A few times she had come close to suffocating on the virile seed flooding her airways on a near constant basis, only to be given a brief reprieve. This would normally take the form of her lower holes being filled while whichever perverts’ turn it was focussed on her chest, hair or hands instead.
The two cocks filling her insides exploded, the semen joining the already immense volumes within Cadances’ body. They roughly let her down to the ground, the sperm escaping as she trembled with another orgasm of her own. She’d lost count how many times they’d pushed her over the edge, but they rarely gave her the time to ride each one out. This proved to be one such moment, as she lay there twitching and panting in pleasure. Her consciousness was being maintained through sheer force of will alone. In the heady mess that her mind was degrading into, she kept one beacon of hope lit; the girls. If she could save them, then all of this debauchery wouldn’t be in vain. But could she?
Slowly, as if the weight of the world was pressing down upon her, Cadance pushed herself up on her elbows. Her weary eyes scanned the room and something finally clicked; the room itself. There were only three men left. Having realised she was moving again, they approached to have their turn.
Just… three… more…
One lay her down upon his broad chest as his cock head fumbled around her cum-stained asshole. The second straddled her chest and sandwiched his pole between her bountiful bosom. Her arms moving on autopilot, she pressed them together around his schlong, freeing up his hands to grasp her hair and turn this into a titfuck/blowjob combo. The third and final man held her legs open and inserted himself into her seed-covered cunt, joining the other two in swinging their hips in a haze of lust.
Just… three more… Just… cum… Cum, and this will finally be over.
The men were talking dirty, insulting her or joking amongst each other. The specifics of their words flew over Cadances’ head. All she could hear was the wet slaps of flesh on flesh and the sticky sounds of juices flowing. She put all her strength and effort into squeezing and rubbing the shaft between her tits, and trying to match the tempo of the two men fucking her lower extremities. Her legs unconsciously closed behind the back of the one filling her birth canal, pulling him in closer.
Cum… Just cum! Hurry up and cum!
The men were speeding up, their thrusts hitting harder and faster with each swing of their hips. Cadance pulled them in with everything she had. Her legs tightened around the one in her pussy, and she released her breasts to grab the hips of the one in her mouth as she sucked the cock with wild abandon. Rather than push against him like he thought she would, instead she was pulling him in, physically urging him to hurry up. Her breasts weren’t left abandoned, as the man beneath her filling her asshole gripped them together tightly, twisting and rubbing her painfully-erect nipples. Even without this new stimulation, Cadance could feel herself approaching one last, massive orgasm.
Cum! Cum! Cumming… Cumming… I’m CumMMIIIIINNNG!
Another violent eruption of ecstasy flooded Cadance’s system, turning her into a shuddering, gasping wreck. The tightening of all her holes pushed her final three clients over the edge as well, and they soon started shooting rope after rope of semen inside her. Her stomach felt warm and full as she swallowed the thick cum, the only thing keeping her from drowning in it. She could feel the weight of all the accumulated seed in her womb. One by one, the three men extracted themselves from the position, leaving Cadance a panting, near-unconscious mess.
A burst of muffled sound erupted from somewhere nearby. Cadance couldn’t tell what was happening until armoured personnel flooded into the room. Two of them knelt over her, checking her pulse and yelling something behind them. As her strength ebbed away, Cadance’s head lolled to the side. Before her consciousness faded beneath the waves of slumber, she saw these brave souls rushing over to either check on the girls in the same manner as her, or bust down the door and tackle her rapists to the ground.
It’s… over…?
“I’m sorry Cadance, but I’m not leaving you here by yourself.”
Cadance sighed at Twilight’s logic. The two sat on the principal’s bed back in her home, with the young scientists’ friend Sunset Shimmer watching on with empathy from the doorway.
“Twilight, please, I’ll be fine. I don’t want you two getting in trouble at your jobs-”
“Cadance, please!” Twilight’s shout caused the educator to jump in surprise, Sunset too. The bespectacled girl realised this and hunched in on herself a little. “I-I’m sorry… It’s just… Cadance, I don’t want to see you in danger like that again. I can help you. We can help you. You don’t have to face this alone.” Cadance was torn. She knew Twilight was telling the truth, but her instincts to protect this young woman that meant so much to her still refused to let go.
“She’s right.” Sunset spoke up as she approached the bed, her tone carefully measured. “The police might be on this crazy lady’s trail. Even if she’s dangerous, I doubt she’s as dangerous as any of the magic-fuelled bad guys we’ve dealt with since CHS.”
“I know you want to protect us,” Twilight went on. “But we want to protect you too. And regardless of what you say, I’m not leaving you alone until Shining gets back home.” Cadance recognised that look in Twilight’s violet eyes; the look of not giving up on her objective.
“Alright,” she sighed in defeat. “Just… don’t go looking for trouble.” Despite the topic of conversation, the principal still managed a small smile. “Take it from me; it doesn’t end well.”
“We promise.” Twilight answered before coming in for a gentle hug. For the briefest second, Cadances’ mind thought she was back in that subterranean chamber of debauchery, but when her future sister-in-law made contact, she remembered where she was and returned the hug. Looking up, she saw a small smile on Sunset Shimmer’s face before Twilight pulled out of the hug.
“We’ll let you rest.” Sunset spoke up as she took Twilight by the hand and led her off the bed. “Call out if you need anything.” With a small nod, Cadance smiled as she watched the two girls exit her bedroom, leaving her alone once more.
Sighing, Cadance shimmied further beneath the covers and tried to relax, yet the events of the past few days still buzzed around in her mind. An anonymous caller had informed the police of what Chrysalis was doing, but she and a couple of her minions were gone by the time they arrived, leaving her clientele to face the heat. Cadance and the girls had been taken to hospital before being cleared and escorted home by the police. While Cadance was glad the five were now safe, the fact that four of them had been raped before she arrived felt like a black mark on her soul. It felt like she’d failed to protect them in a way. These past few days had been spent at home, with undercover officers keeping watch outside in case Chrysalis tried anything else. They had also swept through the house, finding multiple listening devices. Shining had called her as soon as he had heard and, once he received clearance to do so, would be on the first plane home to be by her side. In the meantime, Twilight had visited nearly every day. Cadance was grateful Sunset had been accompanying her on these visits, as the fire-haired young woman helped keep the scientist grounded.
Sighing, Cadance let her head flop to the side, where she spied a framed photo of her and Shining Armour. It was back during their days at Crystal Prep, and the picture was one of her favourites; the pair with arms linked and smiling outside the library. Despite the happiness of this memory, Cadances’ thoughts turned back to Chrysalis and her motives. Why had she done this. The whole ordeal was orchestrated to get at Cadance over something, but what?
That’s when it hit her, with such force she sat bolt upright in bed with her eyes fixed on the picture. She was amazed it didn’t slap her in the face at all during her time being… used. She remembered a classmate. A fellow member of the Crystal Prep cheer squad… Someone who had also been close to Shining Armour, but randomly disappeared one day from school and was never seen again.
As this realisation caused her to break out in a cold sweat, Cadance’s phone buzzed. She quickly unlocked it to see a message, which contained multiple images. Gasping in growing dread, the photos were of her, in the midst of that horrible orgy nights before, along with a simple message;
Look forward to our next meeting, slut.
We’re not done yet.
