Selective Service, Volume I

“Not - Mmmmph - so hard!” Vise howled, rocking back and forth as the colossal unicorn plowed into her from behind.

Shackled to the floor, with iron clasps around her legs, the mare’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. The room she was in was dark, illuminated by a single light directly above her, and she was not alone. Resting his weight atop her hips and pounding away at her with no restraint whatsoever, Blister smirked.

“For somepony with such an obscene body, you’re awfully tight,” he chided, reaching forward to pull her mane, “but we’ll fix that ~ won’t we?”

A ring of Aco-Light surrounding them, watching the lecherous show while chuckling with perverse glee. Celestia only knows how many times this scene had played out in the villain’s lair, although this time was different. Stripped of her overalls and the binding sash she kept around her midsection, the mare’s curvaceous form was put on full display.

Blister draped himself over her and drew a forehoof around her waist to the expansive bosoms swaying from her abdomen. “I wonder how much bigger these will get once I pump a foal into you…”

Vise threw her head to the side to leer back at him and sneered insolently. “I’ll never yield to you, you monster.”

“You say that,” Blister hummed, slowing ever so slightly, “but you underestimate how persuasive we can be…”

As he finished speaking, he altered the angle of his plunges. The subtle shift was enough to accost both her g-spot and her womb, earning him an unseemly guttural groan from her. She may have been brave, but there were few, if any mares who could resist a stud of his caliber. Her legs shook, her chest heaved, and a bead of nectar crept down her inner thigh, yet her torment had only just begun.

Blister’s horn flared to life while he chuckled menacingly. His terrifyingly tremendous stallionhood, much like the rest of him, wasn’t purely for show - nevertheless, it was but one tool in his carnal arsenal. Surrounding her breasts in his magical aura, he savagely twisted and pulled upon her sensitive nipples.

“Aaaaaahn!” she howled, arching her back.

It was painfully clear that her tone was anything but one of distress, positively dripping with barely-kept lust. She may have hated Blister, Burner, and scoundrel who willingly associated with the ne’er-do-wells, yet her body betrayed her. With her tail flagging and a steady stream of nectar weeping from her winking, stuffed marehood, she weakly bucked back against the wretched unicorn.

“That’s a good mare,” he purred, hastening his pace. “Doesn’t it feel nice when you’re being honest?”

“N…no…” she pleaded, yet the defiance in her voice was crumbling away.

He stopped dead in his tracks and left his throbbing, gargantuan length entombed within her. “So you’d like me to stop?”

Looking up to his face, she met his eyes for a fleeting instant before averting her gaze. “I…I…”

“You should have said so earlier,” he mused.

Stepping back, he hauled his cock free with glacial speed. She whimpered and clung to him, her vice-like depths fighting his retreat, until only the tip of his shaft remained within her. The assembled goons murmured excitedly, each watching intently and inching closer. This was a scene that had played out before, one where the those in command broke a captive, and things were only getting started.

As her marehood was drawn out, seconds from the unicorn dismounting and unsheathing himself, Vise bucked back against him. “W…wait!”

“Wait?” Blister parroted, cocking his head in mock confusion. “I thought you wanted me to stop!”

She gave no reply, too ashamed or embarrassed to say a word, yet her body spoke for her. Backing toward him, moving as far as her restraints would allow, she coaxed an inch of his meaty dick into her velvety depths. Her desperation drew a crass laugh from Blister and the surrounding thong, although a sudden silence instantly fell across the chamber.

“All too easy,” a voice condescendingly snickered.

Every eye in the room swept to Burner as he stepped into the light before her. Staring over at the mare with contempt, he curled his lip in disdain. Everypony assembled snapped to attention, save for Blister and the shackled mare. Ignoring everypony save for Vise, he trotted forward around her and looked her over.

“I was going to use you as bait to catch your brother, but I think I have something else in mind,” he hummed, glancing at her massive udders. “Yes, I believe I’ll recruit you. You may be a bit too fat and useless to serve me as a hostage, but you’ll make for some fine stress relief for Blister and all my henchponies…”

Vise stared over at him in shock. Her jaw flapped uselessly, not a sound escaped her, and she shook like a leaf in the wind - still, her true intentions shone through. As her eyes swept from the villain’s face to his underbelly, ultimately settling on his hardening stallionhood, she drew her tongue over her lips.

“If you want it,” Burner murmured, flexing his groin and slapping his cock against his belly, “beg for it…”

Hesitating for only a moment, unable or unwilling to look away from his package, she swallowed hard. “Please…”

“What’s that?” Blister jeered, tauntingly holding a forehoof to his ear. “I don’t think anypony heard -”

“Please!” she exclaimed. “I…I need it!”

Burner stepped forward and motioned for her to bow. “Then suck me off, whore.”

Pressing her chest to the floor, she opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and invitingly extended her tongue. Burner moved over her and brought his stallionhood to her muzzle, while Blister started plowing her like a field in spring. Her surrender elicited a cheer from the Aco-Lights, yet the din was quickly overshadowed by the steady plap plap plap of colliding bodies. Hungrily, desperately sucking off one stud while being plowed by the other, she contentedly groaned…

Torque shook his head and snarled, disgusted with the direction his imagination had gone. He didn’t know why Burner and Blister had abducted his sister, and there was no way for him to know what they were doing with her, but he knew it couldn’t be good. Lifting his gaze and peering at the hero’s headquarters, he set his brow. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to find Vise, free her, and give those bastards a taste of her own medicine, but he was going to need some help…