The Trottingham Terror gets beat up by a janitor

Puffy Gumdrop was pinned down against the bed. Normally in her rage filled state the mare was more then a match for most stallions, but with the blood loss that she had suffered all that monumental strength had simply bled out of her. She was completely helpless, and for one of the first times in her life she was scared.

The gray stallion was old, he was weak, she should have easily been able to beat him, but there was something magical about his razor and the wounds that she had suffered that just refused to heal. She was filled with a deep, almost all-consuming rage.

Unlike every other time in her life when she had gotten angry, this time the anger didn’t come with an increase to her strength, she was completely helpless as the stallion wrapped his hooves around her chest and pulled her backwards.

He propped himself up against the headboard of the bed, his foul member twitching to life in excitement at her suffering. It was a situation she had never expected to be in. It was meant to be easy taking him out, and it seemed that underestimating him had been her biggest mistake.

Her head was fuzzy. Her limbs felt incredibly heavy, it was difficult to even stay standing, and as Hatter leaned in close, she could smell aged whisky, woodsmoke and mothballs.
“Ay ya’ wee’ tart. Went and fucked up now. See, I used to carve ponies up to send a message because I felt that I wasn’t being taken seriously. I never killed anypony who didn’t have it coming. But you, you fucking slag, you went and fuckin’ murdered some good workin’ class ponies, just because you got fucking angry or something? Oh… That just won’t fucking do.”

His accent was clearly from Trottingham, but he used words from all over the place, and as he spoke, his horn glowed and floated his straight razor back into view, hovering it right before her eyes as if threatening to carve her eyes out.

"Fuck you,” She muttered, “You don’t have the fucking… Right to judge me.”
Hatter smirked, for now his cock was just between her legs, rubbing up against her thigh and turning her stomach as he sat her in his lap. She tried to stamp his balls into a fine paste, but he used his hooves to keep tight control of her, pressing that razor into her throat.

“See, that’s what ponies get wrong. They see my work and think that I see myself as some kind of- “
“Shut the fuck up,” Her mouth suddenly had a hoof stuffed into it, forcing her to gag, trying to bite down on it, but not having the strength to do any serious damage.
“Some kind of self-righteous knobhead. But I’m not. I know what I do is terrible, and I don’t claim otherwise!”

As he spoke, his cock suddenly pressed up against her ass, and without another wasted word, he forced his hips forward. The scream she let out was muffled by his hoof, tears stinging at her eyes as his member forced inside of her, feeling as though somebody was attempting to stuff a red-hot poker into her ass and dig around at her insides.

She had never done stuff with her rear end before, she was a lesbian, she didn’t even like stallions, and now this old fuck was raping her from behind!

The rage that she felt flared up like an inferno, a forest fire, a fucking roaring, cataclysmic volcano. But her strength didn’t return, and as the stallion laid claim to her ass, she felt a stabbing pain in her leg.

Her gold eyes glanced down, looking at a needle and thread that were wrapped in the same green magic that the stallion always used. He was holding the razor in his hoof, but if she hit him hard enough, she could break his focus.

Tears. She was almost crying, she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she didn’t want to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Biting down and flaring her nostrils, she found herself once again expertly pinned by the stallion as he begin to thrust in and out of her rear end.
“Now you dumb fucking whore. I’m stitchin’ your wounds up. You fight me off now, then you’re going to fuckin’ bleed out. So be a good whore and hold fucking still.”

He begin to hum a soft tune, thrusting into her rear with a slow, measured pace as he stitched up her fucking wounds. Her head was so filled with anger that thinking up an intelligent plan to get out of here was useless. She wanted to do things to this stallion that would make even a demon pale.

It couldn’t have felt good for him, thrusting in and out of her rear end without the slightest drop of lubrication, but he seemed to be enjoying it regardless, as if her suffering alone was enough to get him off.

Those emerald green eyes of his were peering down into the very depths of her soul, violating her inside and out as he drank in every ounce of her suffering. She was going to kill him. She was going to fucking end him, she was going to butcher him like a fucking animal.

Hatter didn’t care in the fucking slightest. He kept raping her with all the gusto of someone out for a Sunday stroll, as if this was just a day to day thing for him. Every thrust caused her insides to burn and an immense agony to flare through her. She bit down on her lip firmly, desperately attempting to stop herself from crying. Her strength returned a little, just enough to cause pain to her own lip as she firmly bit down on her lip.

He was almost tender in the way that he tended to her wounds, being sure to tend to each one. Her body had dribbled blood onto him and some of it had even gotten onto the bed, the scent of her blood mixing with the stench of woodsmoke from the stallion. She tried to focus on that rather then the fact that her rear-end raping seemed to be speeding up.

The stallion’s breathing was starting to get heavy. She didn’t know how long it had been, how long this stallion had been raping her, each minute felt like an hour, like that poker was digging deeper into her, violating her depths and causing her eyes to water to the point she could barely see.

She wasn’t going to cry however, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She was going to get her strength back and then she was going to get a knife and drive it right into his fucking guts until the light went out in his eyes and-

Puffy suddenly had her thoughts violated by a powerful thrust from the stallion, feeling as though her guts were being violated by a knife. It forced a screech from her that she turned into a snarl, growling at him like some kind of fucking animal.

The stallion seemed to draw some kind of sick amusement from this, placing her face right next to hers. She made a sudden, violent attempt to bite his face, but he pulled back and begin to fuck her even harder.

“Come on whore… Cry for me. Let’s see that pretty face decorated with those perfect tears!” He said, bouncing her up and down on his dick like she was little more than a sex toy. His hips violently smacked against her flank, filling the air with the lewd smacking of violent sex.

His body was bony, her insides were in agony and as his hips smacked against her flank, those bony hips stabbed into her rear. He was like an out of control animal, ploughing into her without any sign of mercy or remorse.

She was a killer, through and through, she had killed ponies in fits of rage or simply because she felt like it and never felt a thing. This stallion? He was an animal, he didn’t even get the distinction of being a killer, the moniker of monster was much more apt, fitting him even better then the descriptions she had seen in the papers.

Hatter slammed her down into the bed, both his hooves going to her throat and beginning to cut off her air supply. In his eyes there wasn’t hatred, he abhorred her very existence in that moment. He was going to kill her, he was going to kill her and it wouldn’t even mean anything to him. She would be snuffed out with all the care of a candle, and then the world would forget about her. They wouldn’t even find her mutilated corpse in this motel room, it would be as though she had been unmade.

Fear. It was an alien sensation to her, rapidly turning towards horror as his hooves clamped around her trachea firmly and she couldn’t breath. She begin to struggle at this point, her body was going into a feral state of its own.

Up until this point she had been completely focused on the cock buried inside of her rear, but now her body was trying simply to allow her to survive. She could barely feel his cock throbbing inside of her.

It was as if her soul had already given up and was trying to abandon her body. She felt disconnected to everything, and yet there was a deafening thumping in her ears, the deafening thumping of her own heartbeat. This was it, this was where she was going to die!

She let out a desperate, wheezing mewl for help, and suddenly she felt Hatter convulse atop her, his cock throbbing desperately as it begin to shoot his warm stallion seed deep into her rear.

His hooves were gripped so tightly around her trachea she was sure it was about to be crushed. Darkness was starting to close in at the edges of her vision as stars danced and burst before her eyes. This was it. This was where she was going to fucking die.

And then she could breath. She sucked in burning breaths of air that irritated her throat and felt like fire against her lungs as she let out a desperate rasp. She was alive. She was alive! The celebration was short lived as the pain from her throat and ass bit into her, reminding her of just how dire of a situation she was in.

Rasping and rolling around against the bed, she realized just how weak she had become. Her vision was still swirling and stars were still bursting before it. The stallion showed no mercy however.

Before she had even fully recovered, he had her pinned up against the side of the bed frame, his razor pressed firmly to the side of her throat, threatening to slice her open if she dared fight back.

Honestly that might have been better then whatever he was going to do to her. The stallion was in her snatch now, but by this point she was fading rapidly, her strength was expended, at any moment she was going to pass out.

The monstrous stallion seemed intent on not allowing her to pass out. That wide fanged grin was locked across his face in an obviously mocking tone, and he locked lips with her firmly, his tongue forcing into her maw.

That had been a mistake, as she attempted to bite down. He realized what was about to happen, pulling his tongue back as he mashed his face even harder into her. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her leg, and she felt a cold sensation spreading across her leg.

She couldn’t move her head to look down, but she was certain that he had stabbed something into her flank.

The cold sensation was spreading through her body from her thigh, and strangely she could feel her strength returning. She was starting to feel better.

But her body was also starting to feel numb. With a snarl, she tried to headbutt him again, but her body was already feeling disconnected, like it wasn’t responding to her commands.

“Bastard. I’ll fucking kill you.” She slurred. Her tongue was already feeling numb within her maw. She didn’t know how much more she could take, the humiliation was beyond measure.

Hatter’s cock was still thrusting in and out of her snatch throughout this whole exhange, and she realized that whatever he had injected her with had returned her senses in full force, but had also prevented her body from being able to move.

She could feel more vividly then ever every single cut that covered her body, every single motion of his member as it thrust in and out of her. At this point, she could barely even feel her tongue or use it to form words. All she could do was take it.

His thrusting seemed to be speeding up. She could hear his heavy breathing in her ear and hear his laboured breathing with each thrust. He was using her as a sex toy, not even bothering to taunt her at this point. She had already mewled for help. She had already been driven to cry from his actions, and that seemed to be all the stallion had wanted from her.

His member was twitching and throbbing softly, she could feel pre starting to spill into her most sacred of places. It was over, she had lost everything.

His thrusting sped up, his member ploughing deep inside of her as he let out a loud grunt, and then… He was climaxing again, a rough back and forth motion with no ceremony behind it, simply working to bury his seed as deep inside of her as he could get it.

Her broken body was laid out across the bed like some kind of cheap sex doll. By this point the cold sensation was gone, but she was completely unable to move her limbs.

She couldn’t move at all. It was a strange, alien kind of horror, being a prisoner within her own body. Being trapped and forced to simply lie there. The stallion could do whatever he wanted to her, and she was completely helpless to do anything about it, but this time it wasn’t because she was too weak, even the hope of her strength returning had been taken away from her.

It was at this point the waterworks really started. Tears streaked down her cheeks and her soft sobbing filled the air and caught at the back of her throat. She wanted out of her. She wanted to go back to her life. It wasn’t meant to end like this…

Unfortunately for her, fate didn’t much care what she wanted. She got to lie here with cum leaking out of her snatch, cooling against the inside of her thighs and within her.

"You know, I never really was one for torture. Everyone always remembers me for the way my victims died, but that was out of necessity. If I'd just killed them people would've forgotten about it in an instant. I made them into statements. I made sure the upper class nonces and bankers and estate agents knew thwt they weren't above the mortal coil... So that's the problem, I want to torture you to death. I want so very badly to give in and make you suffer beyond any comprehension. But it's not me anymore. I've moved on, I feed ducks now for fuck's sake."

She didn't give the slightest fuck about what he had to say, but unfortunately she was forced to lie there and listen.

Hatter popped back into her field of view, still blabbering on in that thick accent like he had nothing to fear and all the time in the world to spare, which was the case. She'd lost and was helpless to his every whim and he knew it. "So yeah anyway. I got all these cool things off an old friend of mine. Really nice mare who did a lot of good in the world and had a lot of crazy gadgets. I just so happen to have such a gadget with me today and you get to help try it out and see if it works. Isn't that exciting?"

Puffy Gumdrop just lay there with his fluids lazily leaking out of her and did her best to glare holes through his skull. It didn't help make her feel better in the slightest, but she hoped that it was sending a clear message to him that the moment she got chance, she was going to try and kill him.

Hatter didn't seem to care in the slightest as he produced a set of four large, archaic looking brass rings, convered in markings and inscriptions that she couldn't hope to decipher even in her wildest dreams.

Hatter wordlessly moved and manipulated her body as if she was nothing more then a doll for him to play with, each of the brass rings being slid over her limbs, right up until they sat just beneath her shoulders and whatever her hind shoulders were called.

The rings were cold. With her enhanced sense of touch and feeling she could feel so distinctly each of them pressing into her from the surface of the bed. They were quite wide, about five inches, and also quite thick.

She didn't know what the rings did, but with how the stallion had treated her so far she knew it likely wasn't good.

Hatter strutted about the bed like he was examining some prime cut of meat, a sickening expression of pride plastered across his face as he examined every inch of her.

Once he was appropriately satisfied with his work, he leaned right up close to her and gave a grim smile. His breath was hot and sickening, but she kept her gaze firm and unwavering.

It didn't make the blindest bit of difference, and Hatter took his time with the monologue, making sure to announciate each word as if he was getting some kind of sick kick from the mere act of speaking.

"I've never actually tested these out, but I can't wait to see if they're going to work or not. We're going to have so much fun going through this experience together. Or at least I am. Can you guess what they do?" As he asked the question he stared down at her as if expecting a response. Even if she'd wanted to give one, it was just as impossible as all the other times he'd spoken to her.

The stupid stallion took a few more seconds to realise she couldn't respond, then leaned down and begin to fiddle with each of the rings in turn.
"No matter. Let's see if I still remember the activation sequence. My brain likes to play tricks on me, but hopefully nothing will go wrong today."
With that, each of the rings began to feel cold. Not the kind of cold one would expect from metal, but a bone chilling cold like each of them had been in an ice bath.

One by one the rings shrank, firmly gripping each of her limbs. The runes on them, from what she could see from the corner of her eyes, glowed a bright red. There was a sharp, biting pain, and then...
Nothing. It seemed the rings hadn't done anything at all. Whatever Hatter had been hoping for he had failed.

If this was really the case, Hatter didn't seem to have realised it just yet, as he was still stood there with a half smile on his face, before he leaned down and just... Tore one of her limbs off.

She didn't know how to describe it. It was the kind of thing of thing they caused her brain to have a complete and utter shutdown, freezing up as a shocked expression tried to form on her face.

He was holding her limb like some kind of children's toy, but the strangest part of it was the fact she could still completely feel everything that was happening to her limb, as though it was still attached to her body.

Only it wasn't. Her limb was completely detached, and it seemed like half the copper ring had detached. With a smirk, the stallion repeted this process for all of her other limbs. If she had felt violated before, now the sensation was quadrupled.

Hatter seemed to know it too, grinning brightly at her as he laid out all four of her limbs ok the bed, poking and prodding them, not stopping until he was satisfied that they were all functioning as he intended.
After this, he gave a gleeful little squee like an over-excited schoolcolt and clopped his front hooves together.

"Oh, we are going to have so much fun together!"
Outside, Puffy was radiating so much hatred she may as well have been causing a nuclear hate meltdown at the nuclear hate factory.

Inside however, she was starting to loudly scream, betting for whatever gods were listening to help her.

Even if something did hear her screams, they went woefully unanswered.