Confined With a Goddess

Jake was awoken by a very sharp pain in his wrists. Both of them were suddenly yanked up above his head, tied together and secured to the wall behind him.

As he yelped out in fear and pain, the panties slid off of his face, and he found himself face-to-face with the being that had taken up all of his thoughts of late. She'd found him.

"Well, well, well... What have we here? A common thief, indulging in the spoils of his conquest?" she whispered, mere centimetres from his ear.

"No, wait! Let me expla--" Jake was silenced as she shoved her panties in his mouth.

"Save it for your dark mistress."

Jake frantically looked around. His cargo shorts were down around his knees, pinned in place by her spear. His wrists were bound by a rope, which was locked to a metal hook where he was supposed to hang his jacket, had he brought one. He was lying on his back with his arms and legs unable to move, his soft underbelly exposed, and his tackle on full display.

"Now, little thief, I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to answer them. Don't worry; the first few you don't need your mouth for. Just nod."

Jake nodded. She had a knife in her hand and he was pinned down. He would have to be insane to refuse.

"Good boy. Question one: Where is your scrying orb?"

As much as he wanted to tell her what she wanted to hear, he didn't know what a scrying orb was, let alone where it would be.

"I'm waiting," she boomed. "Tell me where it is, so I can tell your mistress of your gross incompetence."

He mumbled through the wadded-up panties. He wasn't saying anything, just trying to iterate to her that he needed to speak.

"You think your voice will save you?"

He nodded, begging with his eyes.

"And you think that, because I'm just so lenient, that I'll just give you what you want?"

Jake's eyes widened. There was such venom in her words that he knew she'd been told this exact thing before. He was remiss to answer her, as he didn't know anything about her. He closed his eyes. He was dead. It was just a matter of time.

"Well. Never let it be said that Princess Celestia is so cruel as not to give her foes a second chance. Let my rehabilitation programs serve as a testament to my belief that even the darkest of souls can be made into something good." She yanked the cloth out of his mouth. "Speak, little boy."

Jake flexed his jaw a few times. "I don't know what a "crying orb" is."

""Scrying orb." You were given one before you were sent here, were you not?"

"I wasn't sent, I just landed here. I was on a boat, and it crashed. This boat, in fact."

The creature, whom Jake guessed was named Princess Celestia, locked her fingers together under her chin. "You think I'd believe that? Did Luna honestly believe that sending you along with no support and a lack of a good cover story was the right idea?" She chuckled and smirked. "If so, she's losing her edge. You hear me, Luna?! You've grown dull!"

Jake was just as confused as ever. "I don't know any Luna. My ship just crashed here, and I'm stranded. I'm sorry I stole your panties and jerked off with them. And the fish, too."

"You jerked off on the fish?"

"No! I mean, I stole it... Please, I don't want to die..."

Celestia sighed. "It's really pathetic when you cry like that. Very pitiable that Luna lets ponies like you join the royal guard."

Jake couldn't help it. He wasn't tough, he wasn't brave, he was begging for his life. He couldn't stop the tears running down his face.

"Fuck it. I'll find it, myself." Celestia stabbed the knife into the bedframe and started pulling open the drawers and cabinets, tossing everything onto the floor, or out the big hole onto the beach. There wasn't a lot to go through, and before too long, she was running her hands all over his body, trying to see if he'd stashed it away in one of his pockets.

"Well, now. This is a surprise."

Jake looked up at her wordlessly.

"Either you're telling me the truth, or..." she narrowed her eyes at him.

"It's the truth, I swear!"

"Hm. We shall see." She grabbed the fish from where he'd put it down, a little shelf that he was going to use as a table. "Let us test your mettle, shall we?" Pulling a piece of fish meat from the mass, she held it in front of him. "Eat."

Jake's eyes darted between her and the chunk of flaked-off filet in front of him. He didn't know if he should. Not only had she had time to tamper with it last night, as he now realised how obvious she'd been in telling him where it was, but she could have tampered with it while he was asleep.

"Well?"

"Is it safe?"

The creature smiled condescendingly. "That's what I'm trying to find out. How furiously did you jerk off onto this fish?"

"I didn't..." he tried to put his hand to his brow, but found that it was still tied up. "I didn't have sex with the fish!"

"And what else didn't you do?" she asked. "Open up."

"Did yo--" Jake could say no more, as the moment he opened his mouth, the fish was shoved in there, and her hand covered his lips to keep him from spitting it back out.

"Swallow. If nothing happens to you, I can know for sure that you didn't poison it."

He took a deep breath through his nose, then chewed and swallowed. He really didn't need to chew; the flesh was soft and flaky. He could mash his tongue against it, and it'd fall apart. He could even swallow it whole; no bones meant it would fall apart in his throat.

"Good boy. Have another."

As she shoved more and more of the fish into his mouth, making him eat every last bite, he resigned himself to his fate, and she stopped having to tell him to take a bite, as well as being able to stop covering his mouth.

Before long, but longer than he thought, the fish was gone. If she'd poisoned it, he was now poisoned. If she hadn't, he was now well-fed.

She balled up her panties and shoved them in his mouth. "Now, you sleep well. If you're still alive come morning, I may start to believe you. If not... Well, that's your own fault for trying to poison my food." She pulled out her knife and ran the blunt side against his sternum. "See you at sunrise!"