Author's Note

Hey! Hope you're enjoying the fic so far. This one is a bit different from other chapters and gets a little more intense, including bondage, tickle-torture, orgasm denial, and a generally more non-cony feel to it. So you know.

Chapter 4: Abducting Applejack

Mundane hypnosis was more art than science. Each subject took it a little differently, and success was never guaranteed. Adagio had been a bundle of nerves behind her aloof demeanor, perfecting every piece of her performance and environment to stand the absolute best chance of victory. There could be no second tries.

It had paid off. Sunset was their slave, her conscious morality corrupted to worship, serve, and obey. It was completely natural; she saw no contradiction in loving her friends and betraying them to the sirens.

They still tied her down for easy brainwashing most days. No harm in being careful, in pushing her ever deeper. Adagio planned to keep it up at least until their powers were back.

Sometimes, though, Adagio instead used Sunset to help her unwind. She deserved it, after all.

Adagio lounged on the sofa, letting her robe hang loose. She sat upright, resting her head almost straight back onto its cushion, drinking in the calm sensations around her. The warmth of her massage room, and soft piano music from her phone. One of the few human composers she actually liked.

And a pair of hands, gently rubbing her calves. Sometimes a cheek ran itself up to her knee, or a nose timidly nuzzled her leg.

Sunset Shimmer, on her knees before Adagio, doing exactly as she was bid. Naked and blank-eyed. Although they had no more need to entrance her, such was the weight of her domination that she fell under the moment she walked in.

No oral sex, no licking or kissing. Carnal lust was fun, but today Adagio just wanted to be pampered.

Adagio let her eyes stray closed, drifting in the moment. The taste of the wine she idly swirled in her glass. The tender caress at her legs. The smug contentment of a plan coming together, of a hero helpless at her feet. Adoring her, like she deserved.

Her phone buzzed. Adagio plucked it from the desk and unlocked the screen. A text from Sonata.

‘We have a problem.’

The world looked so perfect twenty minutes ago. Sunslave had followed their orders and brought another stupid Rainboom along for the ride. One more future slave, to be massaged down into mindless submission. The sirens were halfway there.

After sending Sunset to the back, Sonata turned to the new one with a fresh customer-service smile. Just another guest, no reason to think she had come with Sunset.

“Welcome to Mistress Massage and Oils. How may I help you?”

Sonata smelled easy prey. The girl – Sonata never actually caught her name – was the last person you would expect in a massage parlor, tall and broad with hewn work muscles. Freckles and a cowboy hat screamed ‘dumb redneck.’ She’d be a little embarrassed, a little confused, and Mistress Sonata would kindly and gently introduce her to her new life.

The thick hands clenched loosely at their sides. The return smile was tight and guarded.

“I’m good,” Applejack said. “I’m just Sunset’s ride for the day.”

That was the end of it, or would have been if all was innocent. She puttered about the lobby, giving another tight smile whenever their eyes met.

“My name’s Sonata. What’s yours?”

“Applejack.”

Cautiously, Sonata tried the old tricks. “I have an appointment scheduled, but they canceled. Would you like a session?”

The girl didn’t blink. “Nah, I’m good.”

A few minutes later in a casual, friendly tone, “The proprietor wants me to do at least one massage each day to keep my skills fresh. Would you like one? It’s on the house.”

“Nah, no thanks.”

Still later, “Miss Aria put on some tea. Would you like a cup while you wait?”

“Nah, I’m a coffee girl.”

A ditz she might be, but Sonata wasn’t an idiot. She remembered Applejack as outgoing, friendly, and loud; a far cry from her now. She puttered towards the back hall, but Sonata’s desk had a clear view. Applejack never tried slipping back, but her eyes lingered on it, and she roved the lobby as though looking for clues.

She was suspicious. That wasn’t good. All the heady flowers and gentle subliminals in the world would do nothing to someone alert and wary.

There was more, too, than either of them guessed. To Applejack, it just felt like good instincts. The hairs on the back of her neck telling her to be careful, that something was very wrong. In fact, a tiny piece of the Elements of Harmony remained within each Rainboom. Honesty for Applejack… and Honesty smelled a lie.

Texts flew between Sonata and her sisters, quietly scheming their next move. They could let her go. Send her home with Sunset… no, too risky. She might never come back. And with her curiosity and suspicion undimmed, if she did return it’d be for a deeper investigation. Maybe she’d become a danger.

But she’d already resisted all attempts to lure her in… but that itself meant they’d have to act. It would certainly be suspicious if they used the same excuses on her next time, or if she told a friend and they later heard the same lines.

Time for the contingency plan. Force was never the sirens’ way, least of all when trying to hypnotize someone. Least of all for someone taller and stronger than any of them.

Least of all… but least risky. Better to act now, before Applejack could form her own plans.

The others texted that they were in place. Sonata left her desk. Into the back hall, past the first turn.

No one was watching, but she liked the performance. She gave a light gasp, then swayed and touched her hand to her forehead. The robe pooled out as she daintily collapsed to the plush carpet, making sure to spin and face the way she came.

Minutes passed. Sonata was patient. They all were.

Most would hear nothing. But sirens had super-natural senses, and the sound of heavy boots on the carpet found Sonata’s ears. Walking very carefully, trying hard to be quiet.

The caution ended when they came close and turned.

“Hey – hey!”

With her eyes closed, Sonata heard Applejack speed the last few steps to her. Her body rustled as the girl knelt and grabbed her shoulder.

“Hey! Can you hear me? You okay?”

Sonata blinked slowly. She drank in the open worry on Applejack’s face, gone from suspicious to caring in a heartbeat. How cute.

“Hi,” Sonata said with a weak giggle. A sweet young thing, confused after her faint. “What happened?”

“You tell me,” Applejack said, She wiped a rough hand over Sonata’s brow. Behind her, two doors opened silently.

Sonata giggled again. She reached up and plucked the hat off Applejack.

“What the–”

Green eyes and freckles vanished as a blue pillowcase fell over her head. Applejack scrambled and Sonata rolled away while Aria and Adagio leaped on the girl’s back. Aria held tight at the pillowcase, yanking a string to close it snug around Applejack’s neck.

An acrid smell leaked to the room. Chloroform. A brute tool for a brute job.

“LET ME GO!”

Applejack stood, despite their weight. Aria clung doggedly to the pillow, lifted from the ground, yanking it so Applejack’s face was pressed to the fabric. The other two each scrambled for an arm, wrestling with them, weighing them down as Applejack tried to scramble for the hood.

“Let me g-ooooh.”

A groan escaped as the drug fogged her mind. Holding her breath as best she could, Applejack struggled. She shook her shoulders, trying to buck off her rider. The grips on her arms felt stronger. She gasped for air, tried to keep it shallow, kept struggling.

Weaker, weaker. Her bucks turned to a drunken lurch. She fell to her knees, had to gasp again. Again.

Deep, heavy breaths. So sleepy. A few more weak struggles, and she hit the ground.

Darkness closed, robbing even the dim light through the fabric. Just before it swallowed her completely, Applejack heard a refined voice she swore sounded familiar.

“Sunslave, come give us a hand. Take her to the playroom, girls.”

Adagio sat daintily on the very table Sunset had been brainwashed on. She breathed a little hard from the exertion of moving the heavy Rainboom, but otherwise remained poised and pensive.

“You sure you got this?”

“Are you kidding?” Sonata grinned in a way none but the sirens ever saw. Sharp-edged, wide, and evil. “Don’t take this from me.”

Adagio laughed. She gave a similar smile, understanding entirely, and strode sensuously out the door. The sirens bickered as easily as they breathed, but in their black hearts they did care for each other. When one wanted something, the others helped make it happen.

And Sonata wanted this.

She padded to the back of the room, where the more customized of their toys sat. Sunset had worked dutifully while the sirens talked, stripping her friend and strapping her down to a thin table with flared arms and legs.

Applejack was still asleep, now spread-eagle and naked save for a tight leather hood covering all but her mouth. This was forced open by a hollow ball gag with holes for breathing and… something else.

That something was hooked by the table: a gas canister, with a thin line leading to the gag’s side. Every breath would take in a version of their oils, made ten times stronger for being condensed and aerosolized. Arousal, confusion… delicious.

Sonata bit her lip hard, indulging in a shameless leer over her prey. Applejack was… different, that was certain. Rainbow Dash was a little short and athletic and Sunset was busty compared to the others, but they were all slim, attractive girls. Like the sirens themselves.

Except for Applejack. Budding adulthood had made her tall and broad with a visible six-pack, thunderous thighs, and hard muscles wherever Sonata looked. Not normally her thing, but the unusual build made this even kinkier.

Delightful anticipation drew Sonata’s fingers to her crotch – she was going to take this big, strong, confident hero, and break her.

Countless foes and dupes over the centuries had all made the same mistake. The notion that ditzy, perky, cheerful Sonata was the “nice” or “good” one.

Her sisters knew much, much better.

Sonata drew her fingers slowly up the thick leg, feeling the strong and helpless muscles beneath. She stopped, frowning, on reaching the crotch, where there was a small bush of unsightly yellow fuzz.

Oh, well. Applejack would start shaving later, that was the beauty of this.

Sunset knelt beside them, holding a tray of Sonata’s toys. Sonata picked out the riding crop. Applejack was beginning to shuffle and mutter.

Then she came awake fully as leather smacked her left nipple. Applejack exploded into action, even in her current state remembering full-well what happened. The bonds stopped her motions cold. The gag pushed down her tongue and spread her teeth, stopping any words from forming. But the girl sure yelled out as best she could.

“HOU HAT HAHAR, HET HE HOU AN HI’LL HIP HOUR HEA HOFF! HEMME HO AN HI’LL...”

Sonata waited, holding in her laughter with mixed success. So angry! So fierce!

And Applejack kept at it for a while, too. Doubtless cursing her up and down, struggling against the leathers until the need to breath and lack of any response drew her to a curious silence.

With no sight and no response to her challenge, Applejack was given the odd feeling of being alone. She began carefully testing the straps, searching for wiggle-room or weak spots.

Sonata gave her a few seconds to get focused, then smacked her hard right on the fuzzy crotch. Applejack cursed again, unleashing another tirade and vain struggle. This time Sonata did laugh out loud.

Again, Nothing else. Applejack eventually fell still.

This time Sonata smacked her right in the armpit. She liked to mix it up.

Struggle, silence, smack. The sole of a foot, the belly button, a muscular side.

Applejack caught on eventually. She took the next few with only a grunt and growl, awaiting the next blow.

“Aww…” Sonata cooed, striding around towards Applejack’s head. She leaned in to speak close, making sure Applejack could hear through the muffled ears. “You know I’m fucking with you.”

Applejack stiffened, recognizing the voice. The perky girl at the desk.

“Time to move on,” Sonata said. She gave the rest in a sing-song. “Just remember~ if you don’t want to be my slave~ don’t get horny!~”

The honest girl was so predictable. She hesitated, thinking for one evil second about being horny. The word brought her attention to her own body, and what the gas was starting to do. Her thighs twitched, trying to close against the new awareness.

Sonata selected her next tool: a short, stiff feather.

Applejack was not normally ticklish. But her skin was sensitive with so many other senses blocked, and the gas electrified her nerves. Tickling was as much anticipation as touch – locked in her hood, Applejack could do nothing but anticipate.

The soft edge touched just below her elbow. Applejack braced, but no pain followed. Instead it dragged down slowly. She was confused until it found the crook of her armpit and dug in.

A spasm of the bound arm, and a quick muffled noise.

Sonata drew it back up to the elbow and brushed again, this time moving half as fast. Letting Applejack feel the long, long seconds as it drew closer, then finally reached her armpit where Sonata gave it an extra little twirl.

“AUH!”

This one came out a little higher-pitched.

Again. The arm trembled as Sonata touched it. Down and back.

Again. This time Sonata did not pull back the feather, but let it rest in the sweet spot. Applejack tried to twitch away, but each only wicked it against her skin, which made her twitch again…

Sonata held it still an extra minute, smiling deliciously as the bound farm-girl wore herself out. Low, anxious laughs emerged from her gag as she bounced, betrayed by her own efforts.

Finally Applejack figured to lay perfectly still. The stiff bristles were an agony of sensation below her arm, but it was better than the alternative.

Until Sonata began to drag it, slowly lower. Down her side and along her ribs.

It felt like betrayal. Applejack gave muffled protest, squirming to no avail. Just the insane ticklishness of slow, predicted sensation until Sonata crossed the ribs to stop at the side of her belly.

Then, even slower, Sonata dragged the feather up. Running along the tingling, sensitive skin it had brushed before. Applejack’s whole body was shaking now, cruelly braced for the tickles although that focus made it so much worse.

Again, Sonata stopped at the armpit. The trembling went on, brushing it endlessly across its little home.

“HEEEEE,” squealed from Applejack’s mouth. “HOUGH! HOUGH!”

“Ho-ho-ho,” Sonata said. She pulled back the feather.

Applejack panted, quickly catching her breath. The shaking stopped.

Sonata leaned to her ear. “Once I’m done with you, I’ll kidnap alllllll your little friends and make them my slaves. So you better resist as best you can.”

Applejack tensed. Beneath the mask, her eyes narrowed. Her mouth growled, and her head tilted downwards in a braced and defiant posture.

Just as Sonata hoped. Let her summon up every scrap of will. It wouldn’t be fun if things went too easily.

She gave a few whispered instructions, and Sunset obeyed. The tray was set on a table, and Sunset fell to her hands and knees by the right foot. Sonata daintily sat down on her back, sighing with mock relief.

She tied back each big toe with leather cords. And then, the feather. Sometimes skittering up the sole, drawing adorable squeaks. But Sonata did not care for tickling without torture: endless tickles on a single spot, that’s where the fun came. When twitches became thrashes, when Applejack’s head jerked back and forth in a frenzy of motion because that’s all she could move. When high giggles became low babbling.

Right on the bottom of the upwards-facing big toe, tied and helpless. Five minutes, ten minutes. Then the joints below each toe. Even the firm, browned heel – not typically ticklish, but five, ten minutes and the sensation broke Applejack into muffled, full-bellied laughter. The first such crack, and not the last.

Sonata gave Sunset a feather, and now there were two. Running along her belly, tracing the thick abs. Applejack collapsed at once, her tight restraint falling to laughter and what sounded like pitiful begs. More sensitive with every stroke, with every breath of the sweet gas.

The armpits. Both at once. She howled. Shaking, thrashing for all she was worth.

Both feet. She couldn’t catch her breath. She coughed out a laugh, couldn’t even fill her lungs before the next.

Both feathers, sawing gently across the stretched balls of her feet. Minutes, hours, more sensitive with every stroke. She screamed. Move, move! Anywhere else, please…

They stopped. She panted, catching her breath. The light, probing tickles at her legs were a relief.

Until they drew to the inner thigh. Her mind followed the sensation, and her body moaned out loud.

So horny. So needy. And with the feathers so close, she was no longer distracted from it.

No release. The feathers stayed clear of her clit, swaying close and far as they traced her thighs.

Sonata laid her hand on one, so thick she couldn’t get a grip. “All these big, strong muscles aren’t doing you any good, are they?”

A few seconds passed, then the hand slapped her thigh. “Are they, slave? I asked you a question.”

Applejack’s breath returned, and so did her gagged stubbornness. “Huck offpf!”

“Ooh, big talk.” Sonata pulled the hand from her thigh and leaned down close to the head. “Let’s make a deal. Call me mistress and I’ll let you cum.”

Applejack froze. So horny. Sweat and precum dripped from her pussy, and in her gassed state she could feel every drop. Tickling, teasing her so close to what she craved…

A deep breath. “Huck. HOFFPF!”

“Suit yourself,” Sonata said, then gave a laugh. “I mean, I wasn’t gonna let you cum anyway. Hey, Sunset?”

Applejack’s head shot up as best as she could.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“HUNHET!” Applejack screamed. “HEL! HEL HEE!”

“Sit between her legs and start tickling her inner thighs. Don’t touch the pussy. Don’t let her cum.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Applejack’s mind reeled, trying to focus. What happened? What was going on?

Such thoughts vanished as the feather got to work. Sunset’s feather. Gently brushing Applejack’s own moisture, up, down, picking one terrible place less than an inch from her pussy and circled there, five minutes, ten…

Sonata went for Applejack’s nipples. Only one of them – scratching back, forth, back…

The insane, erotic itch drove Applejack to a new frenzy. Low laughter escaped, but mostly she groaned, stretched, thrust as best as she could to no avail. More and more crazed. Ten minutes, twenty. She struggled wildly, fell to exhausted panting.

Sonata moved back to the armpit. Applejack was so tired, but she couldn’t be still! The itch! The tickles!

“HET HEE HUM!”

“You know what to say,” Sonata said in a cutesy tone. But Applejack didn’t. She couldn’t focus. She couldn’t remember. Her world had shrunk to two feathers and a swollen clit.

Couldn’t even struggle anymore. Could only rock her head drunkenly, left to right.

Defeat gave no defense. The tickling went on against her still body. No laughter, just low moans.

One feather stopped. Applejack didn’t even notice until she felt a hand slide behind her head. It undid the strap on her ball gag and let it out with a wet squelch.

Applejack coughed weakly, and the voice above waited to speak until she was done.

“Say ‘Please, Mistress.’”

No thought, no barriers. Applejack had one need.

“Please, Mistress,” she gasped.

“Please what?”

Can’t see. Can’t move. Can’t think. Can’t cum.

“Please let me cum.”

“Very good,” Sonata said. “Sunset, stop tickling her.”

The last feather fell still. There was no relief. Torment and arousal had blurred in Applejack’s mind. She whimpered as the light touch withdrew.

Sonata lightly stroked Applejack’s cheek. “Now, start licking between her legs. But don’t touch the pussy, and don’t let her cum.”

Applejack gave a shrill breath as hot breath found her aching pussy. A warm, wet tongue began licking her outer folds, where her thick legs met the crotch. One side, then the other. But no closer.

Heaven.

So horny. So good.

“Pleasure,” Sonata said.

Hell. So needy. So desperate.

“Pleasure.”

“Pleasure.”

Sonata kept repeating the word. Applejack squirmed. It made things so much worse. Her maddened, drugged mind had no insight, no ability to ignore or get used to it. She heard, ‘pleasure’ and her thoughts refocused on her body’s need. On the hot breath and lapping tongue.

“Pleasure.”

“Please, Mistress,” Applejack mewled.

“Hmm...” Sonata tapped the front of her lips, giving thought. “Well, you did say the magic word. I can deign to make you feel better. But only if you thank me first.”

Applejack was starting to remember. She was kidnapped. She had to escape.

But she was defeated. Exhaustion and desperation bid her submit, to give all that was asked so she might at last win mercy.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

Sonata took off the hood. Applejack looked up to her with dull eyes.

She leaned in, gracing Applejack with the smell of her perfume. It smelled good.

“I will untie you, and you will follow my instructions. If you do this I will let you feel good. If you try to escape, I will tickle you for twice as long and we’ll try again. Do you understand?”

Applejack’s breath hitched in fear. She nodded wordlessly.

At Sonata’s command, Sunset unbuckled Applejack from the table. Strap by strap, until she was free.

No fight. No resistance. Applejack stood when told. She let Sunset lock a leather collar around her neck. Head bowed, eyes down, she waited until Sonata tugged the leash to follow.

Sonata grinned to her sisters as they entered the hall. Both grinned back. A fine sight to see – Applejack stood a head taller than Sonata and was twice as broad, yet shuffled along behind in meek submission. Nude, helpless, defeated.

They entered one of the side rooms. Sonata took off the collar. “Lie on the table, face down.”

Applejack obeyed. Much more comfortable than the spread-eagle.

Sonata’s fingers closed between her shoulders. Applejack tensed at the touch, but soon an open-mouthed groan of relief fled her body. The fingers pushed deep and firm, beginning to rub out the tension of the past hours. Sonata had even put some oil on her hands, making them blissfully hot.

“Relax,” Sonata cooed.

“Relax...”

“Drop...”

The sirens clinked their glasses. A good day deserved the good champagne. Even Aria was smiling, and Sonata cuddled between them already drunk on her own afterglow.

Sonata’s other hand clutched the leash. Applejack was on her hands and knees, ass to the air, mindlessly sucking Sonata’s toes. One foot, then the other. The sisters joined in, letting her lick their soles and wipe the spit with her own face.

Relax, drop, obey. Like candy from a baby. No memories but a pleasant massage. Her suspicion would be gone, her mind turned happily to her next visit. So subservient already, after only the first round of hypnosis.

Of course, it wouldn’t do to send her home needy. Sunset knelt behind Applejack. She licked the upturned ass, and used one hand to finger Applejack and the other herself. Fluids spilled from both of them, and they weren’t alone. The others had already teased Sonata about needing to wash her robe.

More sessions were needed, but the first hooks were the most important part. Four down, three to go.

Supposedly, Sunset went to Mistress Massage for two-hour sessions.

Two hours after the time Applejack told her, Twilight shot off a text. ‘How’d it go?’

No answer. She finished her homework, ate dinner. Still no answer.

She went to her lab. Paced around. Invented a way to recycle entropy. Paced some more.

Checked her phone. Nothing, six hours later. Paced.

Past her bedtime. Twilight went upstairs and put on her favorite yellow pajamas.

The phone buzzed while she was brushing her teeth. Twilight ran to her bedroom, seized it, and swiped the screen. A text from Applejack! She squinted close, then retrieved her glasses and looked again.

‘Fine.’

The toothbrush dangled and fell from Twilight’s lips. She quickly put it away and flew her thumbs across the screen.

‘What was it like? Did you get inside? Was anything weird?’

‘Nah, they were all great.’ Winky-faced smiley. ‘I feel like a new woman.’

Mom kept the house warm. Twilight felt a chill.

Her thumbs moved. ‘You got a massage?’

‘Yeah! I’m going back next Friday and I can’t wait. Don’t tell Rarity or she won’t let me hear the end of it.’

Twilight leaned against her bedpost. ‘How much $$?’

‘Pro bono, girl! They said they got way too much free time and I’m welcome so long as that holds.’

‘AJ, do you NOT REMEMBER how we JUST TALKED about how shady that’

Twilight stopped typing.

She swallowed. Her throat felt thick and dry. Her thumb swayed, then held down the backspace key. The message was erased, and she typed something else.

‘That’s awesome! Have a good night.’

Twilight climbed into bed. Sleep was a long time in coming.