A Complicated Relationship

Final Verse heard a bump. She cautiously opened her eyes, expecting the small sting of light to burn her eyes as her body had grown accustomed to when waking up. Surprisingly, there was no burn. There was light, but it was duller than she had expected. Her vision was a bit hazy, but she awoke to no drowsiness. She felt well rested. Although, she did feel a slight discomfort in her arms. She tried stretch her body, only to realize it didn’t budge. Her vision cleared up and her memory returned.

“Ahgff... NHM?” her attempts to speak were thwarted by the taste of rubber.

She recognized this place. This was a dungeon. It was her dungeon. The one used for most of her sessions with clients. She recognized the smell of rubber and synthetic leather. She felt mildly warm air, kept that way to keep the nude comfortable, and in turn became aware of her own nudeness. She tested her limbs again, this time able to see what had been done to them. She was strapped across a wooden X, familiar-looking cuffs at her ankles and wrists. Those cuffs were locked to rings embedded at the ends of the cross, keeping her body in the same X position. There were also additional belts that strapped at her arms just above each elbow, straps above the kneecaps, a strap around her torso keeping her at the center of the X, and a strap around her forehead that looped back to a headrest on a pole that had been attached to the center of the X to provide neck support for submissives. She was familiar with the design, even if she wasn’t in a position to see all of it. She had used this very same cross countless times. She gave a grunt of frustration as she wriggled around in her bindings, praying that whoever put her there had gotten sloppy with the restraints.

She reached out with her mind to the cuffs, but nothing happened. The magic from her horn refused to flow. She recognized the cold metal of a magic suppression ring clamped around her horn, a common tool for law enforcement and fulfilling desires of kinky submissive unicorns. She saw a brief flash of movement as two hands appeared from behind her and cupped themselves over her eyes.

“Guess who?” The voice was playful and frightfully recognizable by Final Verse.

“Fffuhfm!” she struggled to speak her daughter’s name. Annunciation was difficult with the rubber ball wedged between her jaws.

“Beep! Incorrect!” The hands were removed, with one finger giving the unicorn a tap on the nose. “My name’s not ‘fuhfum’ you silly mare!”

“URRRRFFFF!” Final jerked wildly in her bonds. Starfruit being the one who put her here was the most obvious conclusion when she awoke, but optimism was keeping her hopeful that her daughter wouldn’t debase her like this.

Starfruit circled around her captive until they were face to face. Final got to see the violet-colored latex corset, nearly matching the color of her daughter’s eyes, was a favorite of Starfruit’s. The special belt attachment was also on it, currently holding numerous erotic accessories, most notably a matching violet crop hanging from the side. The pegasus had always made a point to show off how she looked in it to her mother, even when not in the dungeon, despite Final’s best attempts to avoid seeing her daughter dressed so provocatively. The look of how her daughter’s curves filled the glossy material filled her with temptations she tried her best to stifle. It was even harder now, as her current position prevented her from making an excuse and exiting the room like she usually did.

Final was frantically garbling questions incoherently through her gag, her frightfulness steadily turning to anger at seeing her daughter’s giddy smile. She knew her daughter had a devious nature, but this was beyond anything she could have predicted. Her flailing did little more than cause the bolted-down cross to wiggle slightly and her muffled pleas did little more than create drool to drip to the floor.

“Okay, you can stop now,” Starfruit said, becoming slightly annoyed at Final still trying to speak even though she should know better at this point. “I can’t explain anything to you if you keep trying to talk over me. You’re being really rude right now.”

“MRGH?!” Final couldn’t help but rage at the audacity of her kidnapper to claim that she was being the rude one.

The pegasus responded to her mother’s retort by taking fingers to her right nipple and giving it a sharp twist. The unicorn yelped in pain. Starfruit giggled.

“You gonna behave?” mocked the pegasus.

Final huffed through her gag. Knowing verbal response was futile she offered a resentful glare with her piercing red eyes. Starfruit gave a short laugh at her mother’s attempts to be intimidating despite her predicament. Still, rebellion couldn’t be tolerated. This time she gave both nipples a hard turn and held them. Final gave a loud wail, her body involuntarily thrashing in her bonds. Her body shook and her fingers danced freely in the air, pointlessly grasping for a means to end the torment. Starfruit had to shout over her mother’s howling.

“Are. You. Going. To. Listen?” Starfruit stressed each word with a further twist of each nipple.

“MMPH! MMPH!” Final desperately tried to verbalize her surrender as tears began welling in her eyes.

A small amount of relief flowed through the unicorn as the hold on her teats was released. She still breathed heavily at the pain. Her nipples were still sensitive even though the twisting had stopped. She wanted to rub them to get some relief, but she could do nothing but ineffectually pull her arms at restraints that wouldn’t relent.

“Still not quite right,” Starfruit teased. “You’re supposed to say ‘Yes, Mistress’ when spoken to. But that’s fine. We’ll work on it.”

She gave her mother a condescending pat on the cheek. Final blushed in embarrassment but tried to remain still and silent. No good would come of protesting.

“We’ve been close for so long. You were always there to care for me and provide support. You introduced me to so many wonderful things.” She gestured at the lewd paraphernalia she was wearing. “I’ve only ever wanted to return the favor. I wanted to show you just how much I love you, just as you’ve shown me. I know how you feel about me. I’ve noticed the looks you give me. I notice how you blush at me whenever I get close to you. I notice how your face lights up whenever you look at me. I’m sick of you denying your own happiness. I’m sick of you denying my happiness as well.”

The unicorn silence continued, more so out of horror than obedience. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. The unnamed feeling was resurfacing, but this time she had no escape.

“I wanted us to share a life, as equals. I thought you would understand my feelings. I tried to get you to. But you’re so stuck in norms that you refuse to embrace your own love. Since you don’t want to acknowledge your own feelings, I’m going to make you.”

Starfruit’s hands lifted up behind Final’s head and unbuckled the ball gag. A trail of spit followed as it was removed. Final couldn’t even get a syllable out before her daughter pressed both their lips together. The pegasus used one hand to cup Final’s jaw and squeezed it to keep her mouth open. Meanwhile, Starfruit’s tongue was pushed in and dancing with her mother’s. Final was doing her best to dodge, but the frantic movements of her own tongue only seemed to excite her daughter even more and caused a deeper exploration of her mouth. Her forehead still being strapped down, the unicorn couldn’t even jerk her head away from the assault. She made a series of “glurk!” sounds that were attempts at talking down her daughter which were in vain. Starfruit was trying to coil her tongue around Final’s like a snake. Whenever Final managed to slip her tongue out of the way, she was punished by Starfruit’s tongue pushing forward down her throat. The wet intrusion caused the unicorn to gag a bit.

Among the drips of spittle from the intense kiss hitting the floor, there was another fluid dripping down from Final’s exposed pussy. Starfruit seemed to recognize this and with her remaining free hand pushed her fingers inside. Final gave a garbled yip in response followed by moans of arousal while her daughter pushed in and out, occasionally pressing her fingers against her g-spot in the classic “come hither” motion. The pegasus eventually disconnected the kiss and pulled her fingers out. A small rope of spit formed between their lips as she moved her face away before falling off.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Starfruit said passionately, this time matching the same blush her mother held. “This is real. We don’t hav—”

“Starfruit!” Final pleaded, taking the opportunity to speak. “Whatever you think this is, it doesn’t— Augh!”

A sting went through her boobs as Starfruit slapped them.

“Augh! Motherfucker!” Final swore in pain.

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” the pegasus cheekily replied.

“This isn’t what you think it—NMMNG!”

Starfruit sighed as she re-buckled the gag back in place. “Okay, if you’re gonna be like that, then I’m putting this back in.”

Final howled through her gag again and sputtered more incoherent cries for mercy. Starfruit was frustrated, both by her mother’s stubbornness and by the fact that the unicorn still hadn’t learned the lesson yet. As a reminder, she gave another hard forehand slap to her mother’s tits. Final stopped her outburst to yelp in pain.

“This is why you need me,” Starfruit said. “You can’t help yourself. You don’t have the will to truly embrace what you are. You need someone to guide you.”

The pegasus began rubbing her mother’s boobs. Final didn’t want to admit it, but it was soothing to finally have tender touches to her tits to alleviate the stinging.

“You love me, and I love you.”

“nnmmff….” Final weakly replied.

“No? Then tell me what this is…”

Starfruit took her right hand and placed it back again on her mother’s snatch. She scooped up some arousal and then shoved it in her mother’s muzzle. She rubbed it around, particularly around the nostrils, forcing the unicorn to smell her own lust.

“I don’t care if I’m your daughter, and judging by how wet you are, it doesn’t seem like you care either.” A sadistic grin grew on Starfruit’s face. “Of course, if you don’t like the title of ‘Mommy,’ that’s okay. I think ‘Pet’ is much more fitting anyway.”

Final felt her pussy clench at the word “Pet.” Her heart was bouncing in her chest. The word “Pet” reverberated in her mind, her heat rising the more she thought about it. She felt a growing need for relief. The touch of her daughter’s hand was the spark, and her pussy was burning for more stimulation. The clenching only seemed to make her desire worse. She instinctually tried to close her legs, hoping the pressure of her thighs might provide some relief, only to be reminded that her legs were locked in place. She did little more than jiggle her body in response to her daughter’s touch. Starfruit giggled at the futility of it all.

“Getting a bit frisky?” the pegasus mocked. She traced her fingers down her mother’s cheeks to her thighs, causing the unicorn to shiver. She then too her index finger and began, clockwise, lightly tracing the outside of her mother’s dripping labia. “You know, if you just admit you love me, I could help out with this.”

Final clenched her eyes shut, refusing to look Starfruit in the eye. She continued shaking at her restraints. At this point, it was less about trying to escape and more about trying to focus on something other than her rising sexual frustration. Starfruit sighed in response.

“You see, this is why you need a proper Mistress. You need guidance. Your problem is that you have no control over your own feelings. This is why you ran yourself ragged with the bordello. You can’t help yourself. No one there to keep you in check. Passion without focus. You think you like control, but I think it’s more about putting things in place. A desire to serve your submissives rather than dominate them. You don’t have a true dominant spirit. You don’t have the vision. That’s why you need me.”

Starfruit could not see into Final’s soul. Whether or not what she said was true was irrelevant to Starfruit. She was merely employing a psychological tactic to break her new slave. Break her down and mold her into something better. The truth was irrelevant, what mattered getting Final to believe it. And it was working. Final stopped struggling and sagged in her bonds. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Her head was a flurry of emotions. She considered her daughter’s words. Maybe…

THUD! THUD!

A knock on the entrance reverberated through the dungeon. Final’s eyes widened. She wasn’t sure until now, but there were still other ponies in the bordello that could help her. The dungeon itself was soundproofed for obvious reasons, but if the door were to open, it would be her one chance for someone to rescue her. Being gagged wouldn’t be too much of an issue. She could still make noise even if she wasn’t coherent. All the bordello workers are trained to recognize safety signaling even when the client is gagged to keep things from going too far. Usually the gagged submissive would be given a clicker to hold that could be used as a signal, but humming or grunting a specific pattern was another way clients were taught to use as safe words that the workers would recognize.

Her panicked eyes drifted to the door, shifting to Starfruit, who carried a stern glare. An unspoken demand was shared through her daughter’s piercing violet eyes: Don’t you dare. Starfruit turned and headed toward the door, which was still thudding. Final and her both knew that if a knock on the dungeon door wasn’t responded to in time, the worker on the outside was obligated to unlock the door and check in to make sure everyone was okay. The room was dead silent aside from the clopping of Starfruit’s hooves on the paved floor of the dungeon. Final’s heart beat rapidly. She was weighing her options. This would possibly be her only chance of escape, but for some reason she felt a bit of reluctance in the back of her mind. She didn’t understand it. It must be fear. Yes, fear; that was it. Obviously she was afraid that trying to escape would lead to a harsh punishment if she failed. That made sense: why else would she not want to leave? Starfruit reached the door, gave one final commanding glare at her mother, and opened the door wide. On the other side of the door was a scarlet-maned earth pony mare. Final recognized her as Ruby Lucent, one of the recent employees of the bordello.

“MMM NNNMM MMMHHHHM!” Final howled the safety signal tune as loud as she could from behind the gag. She could hear it echo across the dungeon and felt a strong relief. There was no way Ruby didn’t hear her. The earth pony’s eyes turned towards the source and briskly walked towards the bound unicorn, eyes full of concern. Final’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, frantically repeating the signal tune while also trying to unsuccessfully gesture towards Starfruit, who had shut the door and gave a discouraged look in their direction. Strapped down as she was, Final’s attempts to point toward her captor as the threat only resulted in her humping her body forward repeatedly, the cross jiggling slightly. If Ruby didn’t watch out for Starfruit they were both doomed. Ruby continued forward, not seeming to understand the bound mare’s gestures. Starfruit trailed slowly behind her.

“Oh, dear…” Ruby said as she approached. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Final continued to scream into the rubber ball in her mouth, darting her eyes towards the creeping pegasus mare now that Ruby was face-to-face. It seemed no matter what Final did, Ruby remained ignorant of the danger.

“Did she hurt you?” Ruby asked concernedly.

“YFF! YFF!” Final yelped. She attempted to shake her head as if to throw the gag off, but the strap remained buckled behind her head and her head was still strapped down as well. She didn’t understand what was taking Ruby so long. Protocol is that the worker should remove the gag first so the client could speak freely about any issues.

“Did she hurt you here?” she asked in that same concerned tone as she quickly brought a hand up to Final’s right breast and squeezed.

“nmmg!?” Final grunted, shocked by the sudden groping.

“Or was it here?” Ruby asked as she groped the left breast in her other hand, the concerned voice now clearly mocking.

Final’s eyes widened at the complete destruction of dungeon safety guidelines. She heard a snort of laughter and turned her eyes to its source, her daughter. The shocked look on Starfruit’s face had shattered into a giggling fit; she was unable to keep up the performance. Turning her head back to Ruby, the unicorn noticed a small, heart-shaped crystal matching her daughter's coat dangling from the newbie domme's choker, brushing between the scarlet mare's cleavage. Dread filled up inside Final. This was all just a set up. They did this just to toy with her.

“How about here?” Ruby reached down and stuck two fingers inside the unicorn’s still dripping pussy. Final jumped in her bounds, the burning feeling of arousal being brought back into focus.

“Maybe you don’t remember, but Ruby was one of my hires,” Starfruit spoke up after recovering from her laughter. As Starfruit began her speech, Ruby continued to grope a breast in one hand while fingering in the other. “She’s part of the new direction we’re taking the bordello in. There obviously needs to be a change in management, and I’ve managed to find a sponsor of sorts to help us transition to a true dominant experience. I told you before, other nations already practice kink and are already way ahead of the curve. I’m helping us go from a mere kink dispensary, to a total master/slave distribution network. We’re going to be lining up submissives ponies for sale to match them with prospective masters.”

Final groaned in horror at the revelation, but the fear once again gave way to lust from Ruby’s touch. Ruby had bent down and gave Final’s outer folds a brief lick and trailed her tongue upwards from her belly, to her tits, up her neck, and then across her right cheek. She whispered into Final’s ear.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun later; I called second dibs after Starfruit.”

“Come on, Ruby, I had a whole speech prepared,” Starfruit pouted.

“Oopsie!” Ruby responded mockingly with a sly smile as she turned back to Starfruit. “I’ll just go get Toy from the back.”

The earth pony stopped her assault on Final and waddled away out the dungeon. Starfruit looked slightly irritated at the pony interrupting her big reveal and for stealing a taste of her mother before she could.

“It wasn’t like this with me, was it?” she rhetorically asked her gagged mother. “Anyways, where was I?”

“mmphmng…” Final faintly pleaded.

“Oh, right. You see, I’ve been planning this for a while now. I wanted us to go through it together as Masters, but once I figured out how much submissiveness you had in you, I had to course correct a bit. The new hires of mine are already in on it. They’re going to help me get you accustomed to your new role. I kinda stole the whole ‘24/7 full control scenario’ idea from you. It was really good. The other domes will look after you when I’m not around. Your client list makes for good master scouting and slave stock. We’ll be slowly going though them to expand our organization. Also, the other domes in the bordello will obviously be good master candidates. We’re going to try to ease them in on our new philosophy. Failing that, they’ll make promising slaves. Just look at how well you turned out!”

Final groaned.

“Don’t be a killjoy,” Starfruit responded. She walked up to the bound mare and ran her fingers through Final’s red mane. “After all, you’re the one who introduced me to all of this. I just want to give a proper thank you.”

Starfruit kneeled down and pressed her tongue against Final’s right thigh, slowly dragging it towards the bound mare’s snatch. She lifted her tongue away and let her hot breath tease her mother’s cunt. She took a sharp inhale, the scent showing her mother’s true feelings. She brought her tongue back to the moist outer walls and began circling the perimeter. Then brought it up and down, occasionally poking it a bit deeper in to get a good taste. Eventually she stuck her entire mouth onto Final’s clit and began sucking, occasionally tickling the nub with the tip of her tongue. Final was having a tough time keeping composure. Despite all her earlier protests, the truth was she had longed for this for years. Her body couldn’t deny the pleasure building in her pussy. Just a few more seconds at this pace…

Starfruit’s mouth moved away. Final’s eyes that had been shut tight for the impending orgasm flung wide open and looked down at her daughter. The mask of resentment had long gone, her face was full of frustrated greed. Her body was owed release. This wasn’t fair.

“Say you want me,” Starfruit glanced up to her mother.

Final was close. Close to orgasm. Close to admitting her true desires. For a split second she felt herself ready to give everything to her new Mistress. But as she started to speak the words, something stopped her. The stubborn, moral center that had been with her for her entire life caused her to pause. A pause was all that was needed. This was wrong. Being intimate with her daughter, the complete lack of consent, and her life’s work turned into a slave market. She tested her bonds once more, knowing it was pointless, out of spite for her daughter’s ambitions. This was not her new Mistress, and she would not break. Starfruit gave an exasperated sigh in response.

“Unbelievable…” she said with the tone of a pony whose grocery bags tore on the way out of the market. “Keep playing hardball, then. After all, if this is going to be a Master-slave hub, I need to get some practice in breaking newbies.”

Starfruit wedged Final’s clit between her front teeth and gave it a slight nibble. She didn’t bite all the way down, but the sudden pressure at Final’s nub caused the unicorn to jolt in pain. For some reason, the pain also gave her body a thrill that her pussy clenched in response to.

“Besides, I still need to punish you for trying to escape. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t want to be here.” The pegasus lapped up a bit of her mother’s dripping lust. “But we both know that’s not true.”

Starfruit walked off out of Final’s vision. The hooves echoed from the back of Final’s ears, followed by a slight pause, then the hoofsteps got closer. Final could tell her daughter was behind her, but she had no ability to turn her head. She knew something was coming. There was a full minute where nothing happened. Final knew this trick. Build anticipation in the sub and wait for them to let their guard down. The sad part is, knowing the trick wouldn’t help her. She knew Starfruit was watching like a hawk, waiting for her body to relax even slightly just so she could shock it back into an overstimulated frenzy. Final being lost in that thought coincidentally gave Starfruit the opportunity she needed. Two hands swooped in from behind and clasped two clamps on each of the unicorn’s nipples.

“Nmpgh!” Final yelped and jiggled in her restraints. The piercing pain combined with the cold chill of metal was even worse than she predicted. She recognized these. She hadn’t worn them before, but she had used them on other clients. These were specialized clamps with sharper edges than a typical wooden clothespin, and with a tighter grip. Her body’s involuntary shaking to remove the clamps contrarily increased the amount of pain as the clamps swayed alongside her breasts. They jumped up and down with her nipples and bit into her with each bounce. The worst part was how ever-present the pain was. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was constant. The pinching sensation always remained, the stimulation drowning out her own thoughts. The pain would renew itself at the slightest movement of her breasts, making it nearly impossible to for her body to adapt to it.

Starfruit walked back into view wielding a familiar tool. It was a whip, the same one she had stolen all those years ago. Starfruit had taken special care of this weapon of domination. It was the first kinky object she had ever owned, and that it belonged to her mother made gave her a simultaneous aroused and sentimental feeling. This whip, and now her mother’s work, was her birthright. With this, she would lay claim to her new property.

“Time for some target practice…” Starfruit said with an impish smile. The whip lightly slapped the floor as she uncoiled it with a swift flick of the wrist. Final’s body tensed as the pegasus raised the whip behind her head. Her eyes shut and she braced herself as the whip arced over her captor’s head.

CRACK!

Even when anticipating it, the sound was overwhelming. Final jumped in her bonds and cried out in anguish. She shuffled her body around, trying to soothe the part of her body that was just hit. The burning pain coming from her… nowhere.

“PFFTT—AHAHAHA!!!” Starfruit’s domineering disposition gave way to a laughing fit. “You’re such a drama queen!”

Final ground her teeth against the rubber ball in her mouth. Her daughter was toying with her again.

“Grmmfmrggh—”

CRACK!

The unicorn’s protests were interrupted by another whip crack, an actual hit landing on her left thigh. This time, Final’s cries of pain were pure. The whip had lashed across her thigh with the burning sensation of a hot poker. Final shook violently in her bonds as her body instinctually tried to rub the area. Bound as she was, there was no relieving her agony. The best she could do was shake her left leg repeatedly in hopes that the vibration would ease the sting. Then she tried clenching parts of her body in an attempt to “rub” the wound. The movement only increased her suffering as they also shook the nipple clamps; her body being swarmed on all sides by the stinging torment. And she knew it would only get worse from here.

“Oops, went a little low,” Starfruit taunted. “Let’s call that one a warm-up.”

CRACK!

The whip lashed upward, hitting the underside of Final’s right breast. Her body clenched in pain again.

“HMMMNNGG!”

“Almost…”

CRACK!

The whip came from the side, swiping left to right, rebounding off her left breast. Her body instinctually clenched again, though something felt off this time.

“NGGH!”

“Whoops.”

This time, the whip was arced from above and brought down, landing on the top of her right breast. Her body clenched again, and this time Final realized what was off. There was still pain in her breasts from the whipping, but she felt a heat rising in her lower body. Her dripping pussy had also been clenching with each strike of the whip. Arousal had been building up during this punishment and she hadn’t noticed until now.

“FFMMMPH!”

“This is your fault, you know? If you stopped moving around so much this wouldn’t be a problem.”

Final wouldn’t have believed the timing and dexterity that went into the next strike if she hadn’t felt the results herself. The whip went toward the center, in between both breasts. The tip struck the inside of the left breast and ricocheted into the right breast, the momentum being maintained by a skillful flick of the wrist. The awe of her daughter’s skill almost made her forget the pain. Almost. Even she, with her years of experience, couldn’t have done something like that. Her pussy clenched once again, and this time the buildup had hit the peak. She felt a slight squirting from her hole as the climax washed over her for a brief moment. It was frustratingly short; her pussy repeatedly contracting to try and keep the flow going to no avail. Even so, Final was disturbed by the fact that she had just cum from being whipped.

Final’s eyes had nearly become blinded by tears. Her body had strained in her restraints during the onslaught. She was certain that there were now marks underneath her fur. Not just marks from the whipping, but around the parts of her body where the bindings held her; a result of vain attempts to escape. A piercing ache was present throughout her breasts that seemed to be in constant flux. There was a general pain across both of them, but then certain areas would suddenly, unpredictably flare up in stinging agony with each breath she took. She didn’t notice her daughter moving up to her.

“Aww, poor baby…” Starfruit said in a tone that paradoxically sounded both sincere and mocking.

The pegasus began rubbing her mother’s breasts sensually. Final’s taboos against her daughter’s advances had faded in her mind. Her body was desperate for any form of relief no matter where it came from. It had stung at first touch, but over time the soft massage managed to provide some reprieve. Final’s breathing slowed down to normal for the first time since she woke. The unicorn winced slightly as Starfruit held her right breast underhanded like a glass of wine and gave it a series of licks and kisses. She proceeded to do the same with her left, playfully flicking her tongue at the nipple clamps occasionally just to make Final twitch in surprise.

“See? It’s not so bad, is it?” Starfruit whispered in between kisses. “My beautiful Pet…”

Final could only give a muffled groan in response.

Taking her mouth away from the unicorn’s bosom, she cupped the breasts again, this time as if she was weighing them.

“These still need some work, but a few more doses of passion fruit ought to do it.”

Final grunted in confusion.

“Remember that passion fruit tea?” Starfruit began her explanation while toying with her mother’s boobs, giving the light squeezes and rotating them as she spoke. “It’s a special kind of fruit my new business associates imported from overseas. It acts as a sort of aphrodisiac.”

The pegasus took her index finger and gave her clit a small poke. Despite being such a small touch, her body pleasurably shivered in response. Final’s eyes widened as she now understood where the inexplicable horniness had come from since their talk in the café.

“Boop! It’s got a few other properties, too. It acts as a mild muscle relaxant to help… loosen you in certain areas. The most fun thing for me is how it works on females.” Starfruit took her fingers and twisted the nipple clamps back and forth slightly. “Over time, it kickstarts milk production. Usually you have to be pregnant or nursing for that kind of thing, but the fruit gets your hormones flowing so you don’t even need pregnancy. It takes frequent dosing, but after a week or so we’ll get some quality mommy juice from you.”

Final groaned at her daughter’s cringeworthy name for milk and at the realization of how her own body was being turned against her. The idea of her body being forced into a constant state of arousal was horrifying. She was already experiencing it, and she dreaded the inevitable future knowing that, as Starfruit had said to her earlier, the passion fruit tea she had drank earlier was a diluted dosage. What would a full dose do to her? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the dungeon door.

“Oh, goodie!” Starfruit squeaked in delight. “Toy is ready! Shoot, I still need to set up some things. Alright, let’s deal with those real quick…”

Picking up the whip once more, she delivered two strikes in quick succession, knocking each nipple clamp off her mother’s tits. Final screamed into her gag at the sudden jolt of pain, having just calmed down from her daughter’s massage. The blood rushing back into her nipples brought a fresh aching she wasn’t prepared for. She groaned in frustration, both at the pain and the understanding that her daughter had been toying with her yet again. The previous “misses” made by her daughter were intentional; she was skilled enough to knock the clamps off at any time. Starfruit approached her again, holding what appeared to be some sort of metal stick that was forked at the end. Final hadn’t seen a toy like this before.

“I’m going to need you to play along,” Starfruit held up the stick and pressed it against her mother’s right breast. “Or else…”

Final heard a small click. She convulsed as an electric shock ran into her breast and diffused throughout her entire body. The metal prod had shocked her.

“Yeah, this is another special import toy. Regular Equestrians don’t have stuff like this yet. Told you, everyone else is ahead of the curve. So, I think you understand what happens if you try to fight?”

“Ymmff!” Final exclaimed immediately. She knew it was pointless to put up a fight right now.

“Good girl…”

Going behind the cross, Starfruit undid the torso strap and the legs straps above the kneecaps, giving the unicorn some freedom of her lower body. She could move her hips and back away from the midsection of the cross, which provided a small relief as cool air rushed in behind her. She built up a sweat while strapped down for so long. The exposure didn’t last long; a wide belt of synthetic leather was wrapped around her hips. Final realized that her binds were only being released so that different bondage could be put on her. The belt had two straps at the front that hung down limply until Starfruit pulled at them. The left strap was looped around the upper anterior thigh, going underneath the left butt cheek before connecting to a buckle at the back which was used to tighten the strap. The same process was repeated for the right strap. This helped secure the belt further than just the large buckle at the hip, similar to a climbing harness, and helped ensure there would be no wriggling out. Each buckle was then locked in placed by a small padlock. Final noticed a series of D-rings around the belt: one in the front lined up with her right leg, another one for the left leg, one left side of her hips and one on the right, and one at the middle of her back.

Starfruit released Final’s right arm from its bindings. Final didn’t bother to resist. Her arm was already tired from being held in position for so long, she was exhausted from the whipping she had received, and her other limbs were still secured to the cross, meaning she had no leverage or maneuverability. Trying to fight off her daughter with one hand would only result in further punishment. The wrist cuff on her right arm was attached to the D-ring on the right side of the belt with a small padlock, effectively securing her arm to her right hip at all times. The only give was the small amount of distance that the D-ring and padlock would allow, which was less than two inches in any direction. Starfruit repeated the process with the left arm. The ankle cuffs were secured to each other with a small chain hobble before Starfruit fully released her legs. The restriction didn’t bother Final as much as it should have, she was just thankful to be off that cross.

A collar with an attached leash was slipped over her neck. Starfruit pulled her over towards a padded table, similar to what Final had seen in massage parlors. She dreaded whatever torture her daughter had planned next, but there was little she could do in her current situation. The hobble made it hard enough to move, requiring short strides with her feet to avoid tripping herself. Combined with the tugging of the leash, there was little she could do to avoid falling flat on her face other than follow the lead. She was placed on her back, each ankle cuff clipped to a chain hanging from the ceiling, keeping her legs held up and spread while she laid flat on the table. A strap from the underside of the table went around her belly and was secured to keep her from falling off. It also went over her arms, but that restraint was a redundancy due to the belt she wore keeping her wrists pinned to her sides. To her surprise, no further bondage was added. She could move her head freely and even pick up her chest a bit to get a look of what was in front of her. It wasn’t much, she definitely wasn’t moving from that spot, but compared to the cross it was indulgent.

Final heard the hoofsteps of her daughter walking away followed by the noise of her returning hoofsteps with the distinct noise of another pair of hooves shuffling beside the pegasus. Final was anxious that her daughter had decided to bring back Ruby to help in her torment. Lifting her head up to get a better view of the approaching duo, she saw that she had miscalculated. It was far worse than she feared. Starfruit, leash in hand, was leading a pony a familiar-looking pony whose face was obscured by the synthetic leather material of a sensory deprivation hood: Gear Shift.

“I decided to borrow your plaything,” Starfruit giggled while guiding the leash with strong tugs. “It seemed eager for some fun, and I just couldn’t resist such a fabulous toy.”

His movements were ungraceful. The hood blocked his sight. His arms were trapped behind him in an armbinder messing with his sense of balance. The spreader bar around his ankles was the worst offender. With his legs kept apart he couldn’t walk straight, so he had to make awkward strides by sweeping one hoof along the floor in an arc, twisting his entire body to do so, then keep that hoof in place while he swung his other hoof around. His pace was erratic and embarrassing to look at, which may have been the point based on Starfruit’s giggling. With nothing but leash tugs, it took quite a bit of maneuvering to position the blinded gimp in front of Final’s spread legs. Knowing what was about to happen, Final felt a surge of terror rush through her. Guilt also overtook her. Gear Shift was supposed to be her submissive. She was responsible for him, and now he was just as ensnared in this perverted prison as she was. She tested her bonds. There was no escaping this.

Two things were most noticeable about Gear Shift as he settled in position. The first was his well-sized cock was now completely free of its cage. In a weird way, it almost seemed aggressive. Not only was it rock-hard, it was throbbing up and down rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat. It was already leaking precum in a steady, small stream unlike anything Final had ever seen. She had seen her clients leak before, but it wasn’t this constant. It was like a water faucet that hadn’t been completely turned all the way off. Where was it all coming from? Had he really been that pent up from a month of chastity?

The second thing she noticed was his breathing. The sensory deprivation hood had a built-in gag to block most of the noise a sub could make, and the material of the hood itself was thickly padded to begin with. But she could still hear him. Specifically, the whooshing of air in and out his nostrils from the holes in the hood. Each breath he took was so deep she could see his chest visibly expand to an almost comical degree before the deep exhale. The pace of his breathing was so rapid, one would think the earth pony had just gotten through running a marathon.

“I decided to make It into another trial run, just like you. Although It’s way better than you are at this. I mean, look…”

Starfruit dragged her finger along the underside of his throbbing shaft, catching some of the precum that trailed along the length and causing it to twitch even further. There was a moan from Gear, but the other two ponies heard it as a deep exhale through the nose. Breathing was the closest to verbal communication the gimp was ever going to get.

“It knows what It wants.” Starfruit wiped her precum-covered finger down her mother’s exposed pussy. “Granted, the passion fruit might’ve helped It a bit. Unlike you, we gave It an undiluted dose.”

Final’s eyes widened. She already felt unnaturally aroused despite her circumstances, and that was on the diluted dose her daughter slipped her. Gear Shift’s behavior began to make sense. The poor thing was already pent up from a month of chastity, and now the aphrodisiac was kicking his lust into overdrive. His mind had been cut off from all sensation but touch from the hood. There was nothing to do but wallow in his thoughts, which had been steadily replaced by the ever-building need to satisfy himself. Starfruit must have seen the distraught look on her mother’s face.

“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about It. This isn’t really a pony anymore. It’s a toy with a heartbeat.”

Starfruit straddled herself over her mother’s chest, facing towards Gear and Final’s bound legs. Final’s view was now obstructed by her daughter’s pert ass as the pegasus leaned herself forwards. Final moved her head back as her daughter’s flank pushed towards her. Final could feel the heat coming off her daughter’s cunt and despite her best efforts, she saw how glistened with arousal. Starfruit had positioned her head just above her mother’s quivering pussy. Starfruit took a bottle of lubricant and squeezed it into one hand.

“I know you think this whole slavery thing is bad, but it has its benefits,” Starfruit playfully teased. “I know you enjoy this…”

Her lubed-up fingers went down towards the unicorn’s privates. Final braced herself for the cold chill of the lubricant against her pussy, only to gasp in shock as she felt the chill on her anal ring instead. Her fingers circled her hole and then spread around the inside of her ass cheeks, coating her flank with the slippery material. Final felt a burning need rising inside her. The chains holding her ankles rattled as she tried to close them.

“This stuff is heavy duty. It’s also laced with passion fruit for extra fun.”

Starfruit began inserting her two fingers inside her mother’s hole, lubing up the inside.

“Hmmm… You’ve definitely been practicing, but clearly you need to step it up a notch if we’re ever going to get to The Minotaur.”

“NMM!” Final screamed through her gag. The Minotaur was an oversized dildo that she had in her collection. The biggest of any dildo she had, supposedly molded from a real minotaur’s member. She never met a client who could handle it, and despite her experience even she never attempted to test it on herself. She bought it mostly as a “just in case” toy, but all it did was gather dust. That Starfruit was planning to use it on her was frightening.

“We’ll start with Toy here, then work our way up. Let’s see how well you trained It.”

Final assumed “Toy” referred to Gear Shift. Starfruit removed her fingers and grabbed Gear’s throbbing shaft, guiding it towards her mother’s asshole. A small bullet vibe was pressed inside Final’s pussy before it was sealed off by an adhesive material. It felt like some kind of medical tape. Starfruit wanted to prevent any slippage from Gear. The vibrator was set to its lowest setting. Starfruit grabbed both the unicorn’s cheeks in each hand and pulled them wide apart as Gear’s cock finally pressed up against the unicorn’s hole.

There was no buildup. The instant his tip felt flesh, he rammed at full speed. It was only thanks to the lube and Final’s previous experience with anal that stopped any damage from the strength of the thrust. However, it didn’t stop a huge grunt of pain from Final at the sudden fullness in her rear. Unlike a dildo, this was warm. It pulsed and squished against her in ways a toy never could match. She knew her best bet was to relax herself to make it less painful, but her body was finding it difficult. Her anus was repeatedly stretching past what she was used to, causing her to clench her body in pain. Her flank would squeeze tight in hopes to expel the intruder, which only added more to her pain while Gear got the euphoria of her tightness gripping his cock. The nerves in his shaft flared up as her moist warmness encased itself around him and practically pulled him in every time he pulled back for another animalistic thrust.

In and out like a jackhammer, Final’s muffled breathing was becoming just as ragged as Gear’s. She tried twisting in her bindings. Starfruit laughed as she saw her mother’s fingers wriggle and claw at the padding of the table in poor attempts at slipping through the restraints. Her legs were shaking impulsively, both from trying to break free and as a reflex from the stimulus. Whether she was bucking in pain or pleasure, she couldn’t tell. Her mind had become too chaotic to put thoughts together. She had never been filled like this before, but she had always secretly hoped to be. Each slap of his hips against her butt was accompanied by a massive groan behind her gag. The vibrator in her pussy refused to let her lust fade despite her knowing better to be aroused by this violation.

It didn’t take long for it to finally burst, given how pent up he already was. The loud exhale from his nose was followed by repeated spurts of warm jizz inside Final’s ass. The unicorn felt her insides coat with the gooey liquid. Her mind’s image of a stream of cum filling her triggered her own need to cum. She suddenly felt a sharp jolt of bliss in her cunt that gave way to an explosive orgasm. Her body convulsed in its bindings once more, unable to prevent another wave from hitting her. The vibrator kept her from coming down, and Gear still hadn’t stopped pumping more cum insider her. The thrusts and the jizz kept coming, her pussy winking erratically in response. Her asshole continued to squeeze down of Gear’s shaft, this time explicitly to wring more pleasure out of the gimp stallion.

“Wow, he’s really pent up! Why did you have to be such a meanie, Pet?”

Final could feel his warmth inside her, which is when she noticed something as she finally began to ease herself. Gear had stopped pumping jizz into her, there was nothing coming out anymore. He hadn’t stopped. The cum sloshed around as he continued to pound, some of it slipping out her hole and dripping onto the floor. Despite having just unloaded into her, he was as rock-hard as ever and hadn’t even slowed his pace. The passion fruit had eliminated his refractory period. He could keep this up for hours.

“Fuuuuuck!”

Final cried out at the realization. She knew this wasn’t ending anytime soon. She then also realized how her shout echoed across the room. Her gag had been removed. When did that happen? Just as she attempted to test her new freedom, her face was immediately smushed up against her daughter’s moist pussy. Her daughter had gone from straddling her chest to a full “69” position. The pegasus had to maneuver around the gimp pounding away at her mother's anus, but eventually found her way to get her face in position.

“You’ve been getting all the fun,” Starfruit pouted playfully. “An important part of any healthy relationship is reciprocation.”

Final still had some freedom of movement with her head and tried to pull away. She only managed a few inches before the back of her head his her daughter’s calves, which then pushed her head back into place. Jerking her head did nothing, the legs were locked in place. Her daughter’s snatch pressed against her muzzle, filling her nose with the scent of Starfruit’s arousal. A bit of lust began coating her face as her daughter ground up against her.

“You know what to do.”

While Final couldn’t keep her face away from her daughter’s pussy, she refused to open her mouth. She did her best to grit her teeth to still breathe through the pounding she was receiving from Gear Shift, until a bite on her inner thigh caused her to yelp in pain. As soon as her mouth opened, Starfruit’s legs squeezed a but tighter causing Final’s tongue to glance off her daughter’s labia. The unicorn was greeted with the salty taste of her daughter’s pussy juice that had been steadily flowing out. She closed her mouth quickly, but the deed was done.

“See? Already got a taste. Taboo broken. Might as well keep going.” Starfruit mocked her. “Or I could just keep doing…”

Final yelped again as she felt another hard bite on her inner thigh. This time, Starfruit held on, continuing to bite down. The pain was getting too much for the unicorn to handle, and shaking her chained leg was doing nothing. She knew there was only one way out of this. Sticking her tongue out, she began tracing her tongue around her daughter’s inner walls. The pain in her leg subsided.

“Good girl,” Starfruit praised her submissive’s first steps. “But tasting isn’t enough. I expect enthusiasm. I know you know how to work a snatch, so get to work, Pet.”

Starfruit emphasized her point by tightening her legs again. Final closed her eyes and began. She started gently licking the inner labia, slowly increasing the pressure of her tongue with each lick. It was hard for her to focus on her task. Eating out your own daughter would be distracting enough, but Gear Shift was still pounding away at her, and Starfruit had decided to do her own tasting. The poor mare was being assaulted from all her holes.

The medical tape covering Final’s snatch was removed and while the vibrator remained inside, Starfruit began planting a series of kisses and licks, occasionally lapping up her mother’s juices. Final redoubled her efforts and placed her tongue in the center, stroking up and down. Her daughter’s walls pressed against her tongue from both sides, spreading slightly when she moved it up and down rhythmically. The pussy began winking. Starfruit was clearly getting impatient and gave another squeeze with her legs. Final dug her tongue deep inside, then bent her tongue upward, trying to stimulate the G-spot. Her daughter moaned in pleasure.

“That’s it, get in there…”

Not wanting to be outdone, Starfruit placed her own tongue on her mother’s clit while sticking fingers from both hands inside, gently massaging her opening. Final found her daughter’s clit and provided a bit of suction before trailing her tongue along the G-spot again. It was hard to breathe. She wanted to avoid breathing in her daughter’s scent, but being smothered as she was forced her to take deep inhales. Her efforts paid off, as the tightening of her daughter’s legs signaled that the pegasus was close. Keeping her rhythm going, Final felt a splash on her tongue as her daughter came on her muzzle.

The unicorn didn’t stop and continued to ride the wave, keeping her pace with an occasional suckling on the clit. Her daughter was moaning this time. There was something joyous about that. Maybe it was because, for the first time, Final had exerted a little bit of control over her captor, able to make the pegasus quiver in orgasmic bliss. But there was something beyond that. It felt good to Final that Starfruit felt good. She loved making her daughter happy. Her mind protested that it wasn’t love. This couldn’t possibly be love. That’s what she kept telling herself. Yet, Final felt a strong sense of doubt surfacing.

“Phew, what a rush,” Starfruit sighed in euphoria. “What a good Pet I’ve got!”

“Nmmff!” Final squealed into her daughter’s muff and shook in her bonds. It was still hard to breathe, and Starfruit legs were still keeping her pinned.

“Tsk, tsk…” Starfruit chided. “I didn’t say you were done, did I? You’ve still got some cleaning up to do back there. Then we’re going to have some fun time with Ruby next.”

A large huff of air came from Gear as he unleashed another load into the unicorn. Final could do nothing but lap up her daughter’s arousal in between grunts as the thrusting continued again.