Presence of Mind, Absence of Body

Twilight screams from the bottom of her lungs as the pain overloads her brain, her already sensitive nipple smashed under the cold metal teeth of the pain device. It’s simultaneously too cold and too hot. It feels like it’s bleeding. She can’t see it through the tears in her eyes, but she’s gulping for air to fight through the pain. Sombra seems surprised at her reaction, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he grabs the second one.

She twitches, ripping from side to side, pulling on her arms and legs and trying to call on magic that isn’t there. She tries everything to escape, but nothing happens, and her tit’s screaming pain dulls into a terrible throb. She looks at him with dead, pained eyes as tears stream shamelessly down her face. “That hurts… so much…” she whimpers.

He responds like she’s a foal stating an obvious fact. “Yes. It does. That’s why I warned you. Although I am enjoying how animated you are. Now hold still.”

He grabs her tit so she can’t squirm away as he puts the next clamp on her. White hot pain sears through her mind again, but this time she’s ready for it. It doesn’t stop the screaming, but it keeps her from whiting out from the pain again. She gets her breathing under control and hangs loosely from the bounds as she fights back against the pain.

Tears, spittle, and snot run down her face but she’s too focused on the pain to pay attention. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth, loudly sobbing as she desperately tries to bring the pain under control. One of them pulses, squeezing her tit tighter and tingling it somehow. A soft whine is all she can utter after a few long moments of struggling.

Another device comes from the pile while she’s focusing on the pain. He pulls out a small, round flat thing. He looks at it, prods it a little, and smiles. “Good. The battery is full. This one is a little different. It’s got a very strong bit of tape designed to keep it stuck to you even if it gets wet or stretched out. Once it’s in place, I will turn it on. Then it will stay on until the battery runs out.”

He lets his eyes dance up and down her naked body, and smiles darkly. “I apologize, Princess. It’s far from the romantic option, but it works quickly, effectively and directly. It’s a blunt tool to train a new puppy; like you.”

She barely hears him as she’s focused on the pain. Her nipples hurt like hell, the aching and stinging sensation is too powerful to ignore. Vaguely, she dreads the white thing, but it’s in her future. She can’t worry about the future. She’s too focused on the pain she’s in right now.

He looks at the rest of the pile and sighs wistfully. “It’s been too long. I’m over eager. We’ll start with just these for now. It’s not even dusk just yet, after all.”

Twilight stares blankly forward as the other clip activates and bites into her now. The pain soars, but she doesn’t respond beyond a fresh waterfall of tears. Thirty moons? It hasn’t even been thirty minutes. She needs to worry about surviving the night.

He leans in to kiss her, and she keeps her mouth tightly shut. His lips press against hers, and he kisses on the outside of her lips. Her tits hurt in an agonizing way. They throb and ache. His hand dances down her cleavage, then her belly, then her lower abdomen. And then it goes lower.

Sombra speaks directly into her closed mouth, mashing his lips against her. “Don’t fight it…”

Twilight closes her eyes as she feels a finger slip in between her legs. It’s far too hot. There’s a strange suckling sensation, and something sticky covers a large patch of flesh surrounding her clitoris. His hand presses firmly and wholly over the now covered little nub. Then he presses hard. She freezes as a whole new horrifying tingle arches through her body. After a stunned moment, she jerks in her restraints, the bar in the “H” keeping her hips from moving away from his pressure.

Her tits scream at her in newfound pain with the frantic movement, and her mouth opens in stunned surprise. Sombra doesn’t hesitate, and kisses her in her panic. She feels his tongue enter her mouth as his finger leaves her clitoris. She almost feels relief, but then she realizes it left something. Something held tightly in the sticky paper, a warm and strange weight attached firmly to her sensitive nub.

She shivers as his hand slides up her body and he pulls out of the kiss. Her tits burn and ache, but that’s not the problem. She’s getting used to the constant throbbing pain; at least enough to think about other things somewhat. No, his eyes are the problem. He’s holding her head in place, forcing her to look at him with both hands.

Everything about him is visually perfect. He would be unnaturally handsome if he wasn’t so wantonly cruel, and coated in sickly dark magics.

Twilight’s eyes open wide as the thing between her legs comes to life and the buzzing starts. It vibrates with a surprising intensity, causing another wholly unwelcome spark to shoot up her spine. She jerks forward, trying to escape it, but it’s taped directly to her clitoris. One of the clamps bites down on her nipple as she jerks. Sombra holds her head firmly in place and watches her expression, his green and red eyes focused as intensely as the penetrating vibrations assault her.

The shaking is sudden, it’s violent, and it’s loud. She can hear it as much as she can feel it. The buzzing picks up, and her labia twitches in response. She feels it nestled in between her legs, beating furiously against her sensitive flesh like some kind of trapped bee. The tingle is too much too quick and she shakes again. Her focus is shattered when her tits flare in pain again and she opens her mouth to let out a pained grunt.

The thing burns, tickles, and stings her flesh. She rocks her hips forward as far as they can go, then squeezes them backwards. It clings on; attached firmly and securely to her bare skin. She twists and turns and it nestles against her like it belongs. Like it’s part of her now. She flexes every muscle she has down there, and it kisses her with unwelcome pleasure. No matter how she moves, it stays attached directly and intimately to her clitoris like some sort of mindless and determined lover.

Her body rocks and she’s slammed with blinding pain in her nipples. Moving is a bad idea. The clamps swing and shift with every twitch. She cant help it. She can’t control any of this.

She flexes again. It’s a shot of electricity straight through her, causing her to launch forward. It hurts. It hurts so much. She sobs through grit teeth.

Twilight shakes as too much happens all at once for her to make sense of it. Her world swims and gets dizzy. She pulls on her restraints, feeling her fists clench as the lightning shocks her spine again. Her nipples burn. She squirms, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation of obscene stimulation. Something warm and wet is happening. The buzzing shocks her with a bolt that feels far too erotic to be natural. She’s worried that she peed. Her tits burn and her pussy clenches with an audible wet squelching noise. She’s worried she didn’t pee.

Something is rising in her and it doesn’t seem to stop. She can’t finish a breath, let alone collect her thoughts in any meaningful manner. Her world is pain, then jolts of pure electric pleasure, then pain, then sticky sensual pressure, then pain, then desperate breathing, then lightning, then pain, then… then… then… oh.

He’s still holding her face to his so he can watch. The thought races through her mind as she realizes that she can’t stop it. She has no control. She feels it happen. Her body freezes and the echoing, horrifying sensations all coalesce into a primal and debauched ecstasy. And she realizes that he’s seen it all in her face. And now, his sickening green eyes are going to see the rest of it.

No.

She grits her teeth and screams, this time with spiteful determination. She pushes the feeling down, forcing short and rapid breaths. She won’t let this thing control her. She won’t let him control her. She’s stronger. She glares at Sombra, furiously and intensely, focusing her rage and willpower at his face even as the tears stream down her cheeks.

Sombra’s smile widens gleefully as he keeps holding her face. “Tsk tsk Tsk… I told you not to fight it.”

She screams at him, channeling her raw anger into a simple message. “Fuck you!”

Her voice is raw, and spittle flies from her shout. The buzzing continues. It’s overwhelming, but she’s holding something back. She won’t let it happen. Pain and heat consume her thoughts, while Sombra’s eyes dig into her. Pleasure threatens her body, rising and pulsing from the damned device. She grunts, pushing it down each time it rises.

No matter how many times she pushes it down, it rises back up. It’s inevitable. It feels so good. It tingled and burns unlike anything she’s ever felt. It’s right there, and fighting against it is confusing. It wants to control her for one glorious moment. She desperately wants it to.

Why is she doing this again?

She blinks, staring at Sombra in utter disarray. Her hips are rocking towards him, away from the large metal frame holding her in place. She’s thrusting forward, helplessly gyrating in time with her breathing. Each rock feels so good. Each lull hurts like hell. She fights it, mindlessly as she’s forgotten even why.

She doesn’t know how long it lasts. She’s covered in sweat and her muscles are tired. But she still pushes. He still stares. And it still rises.

Sombra theatrically pouts, clearly mocking her. “Bad puppy.”

Twilight blinks rapidly as she rocks her hips and shakes her head. It’s too much. The buzzing patch isn’t letting go. She has no sensation to compare it to, but it’s determined and impossibly focused. Even the pain in her tits isn’t only painful anymore. It’s all building. It’s all overwhelming. She wants so much to let it take her.

Sombra drops a hand to her now glistening tit and grabs the clip. “Bad puppies get punished until they learn.”

Twilight has just enough presence of mind left to look down and watch dumbly as he rips the clip off her nipple without unclamping it. It takes half a second for her brain to feel what she saw.

She looks at him. She opens her mouth in raw, terrible silence. She no breath to scream with.

It happens while Sombra watches.

She can’t close her mouth. Her lungs force her to take a sharp breath, and then the air wheezes out of her in a throaty moan. Her vagina flexes, squeezing lewdly and noisily down on nothing. One of her legs twitches violently as her core clenches, her torso pulling painfully forward against the restraint. The electric jolts turn into a storm of twitching euphoria that spills out of her.

She’s never felt anything like it. Something breaks inside of her as another convulsion twists her body. It’s overwhelming, so powerful that she quivers helplessly in between the uncontrollable twitches. Everything flexes, and she can’t stop anything. She stares forward, her eyes locked on Sombra’s as he simply watches her with an amused gaze.

She lets out a sob, horrified and embarrassed. Her whole body tingles warmly. This isn’t right and she knows it. It’s the most erotic thing she’s ever experienced. It’s shameful. It’s debauched and twisted. Everything about it is wrong an unnatural.

It feels so fucking good.

Some of the thoughts running through her mind and the actions she’s taking are conscious now. She pulls on her restraints to feel the burn in her muscles. She sticks her tongue out because it’s too hot. All of her is too hot. She feels something hot leak down her leg. She flexes her vagina, exploring the new wet feeling around her labia. Her toes curl, and she thrusts slowly forward with a low, shaking moan. It’s not an autonomous reaction or even just her body responding. It’s her. She’s exploring the pleasure that she’s drowning in.

Sombra smiles. “My puppy is learning something new about herself.”

Twilight hangs her head in hot shame even as she clenches and unclenches her fists in time with her pulsing depths just to see what it feels like.

He’s right. She’s learning a whole new dimension of her body right now. One she’d never considered.

The waves of erotic euphoria slow down and she’s left panting as the sensation of pain rises at the same rate. It hurts now. She feels empty, used, and humiliated. Her senses fully return, and the shame is overwhelming. She is obscene. She’s just done something that mares do not do.

Her voice is tired and ragged, tainted with anger. At least it’s over. She’ll worry about her morality later. “Are you done?”

Sombra snorts in amusement, forcing her head up to face him again. “Done? Not at all. We’ve barely begun.”

The buzzing sticker hasn’t moved. It is still vibrating like mad—directly on her clit. It hurts now. Her body is done, sensitive after her release, but the device is not.

Twilight takes a deep breath. Tears are streaming down her face in hot shame as she decides that she doesn’t have any pride left. She begs him, unprompted and easily. “It hurts. Please. I… I did… I had… I did what you wanted. I need a break. Please…”

Sombra smiles as he strokes her cheek. “No, Princess.”

Twilight feels the buzzing intensify. It’s tickling her now. It still hurts like hell, but now it also feels almost good again. She chokes back a panicked sob. “Please!”

Sombra puts a finger to her lips, pressing it against her condescendingly. The finger feels cool to the touch. “Shhhh…”

The buzzing continues, and the tingles are starting to shoot to her spine again. She whimpers as he clips the clamp back on her almost bleeding nipple. The pain isn’t a surprise anymore. She’s grown mostly used to it, even if it hasn’t dulled. The spark of pleasure that shoots up her tit when he touches it still surprise her, though.

He holds her tightly, almost lovingly while she quietly stares at him as she fights back sobs. There’s no point in arguing. There’s no point in begging. Warm, wet tears race down her face as Sombra tilts her head up and presses his mouth to hers. He pulls her jaw gently open.

Her twitching lower lips start to quiver as her body prepares itself. He whispers to her open mouth. “This time don’t fight it, Princess.”

She doesn’t answer as he fills her mouth with his.

The only saving grace is that she doesn’t have to stare in his damned eyes as her breathing grows more rapid and her body begins to shake. Instead her eyes are locked into the black abyss that is the ceiling. His hands slip down her back, squeezing and pulling on her skin and muscle as they go, until they rest on either of her lower cheeks. He takes two handfuls of her flesh, pulling her wide.

It feels good to be spread.

She whimpers into his mouth as they breathe into one another. His body presses into hers and the heat pins her against her restraints. She squeezes her hands, flexing them and pulling against the cuffs. As he presses into her, some primal urge takes over her.

The thought is strange and traitorous. This is how it should be. Pinned to the wall by a large, powerful, handsome male. A million years of evolution that she isn’t part of and isn’t prepared for hijacks her body as she presses back into him. This doesn’t just feel horrifyingly good.

This feels like it’s the most right thing on Earth.

Twilight doesn’t fight it the second time it happens. She doesn’t know if her body is betraying her mind or if her mind is betraying her body, but it doesn’t matter. Sombra breathes in her moans as her body quivers in shameful ecstasy, trapped between him and the giant metal letter. She fights, but only against her restraints. She won’t admit it, but it’s certainly not a struggle to be free. At the very least, he’s not holding her head in place this time.

Sombra pulls out of the deep kiss as she comes down from her second ever orgasmic high, and peppers her lips with little, surprisingly cool kisses.

She feels empty somehow. Like the orgasm drained her of everything. The emptiness is calm and peaceful. Twilight shudders uncomfortably as her mind comes back to the real world, and the device buzzes again.

It’s unrelenting and it never gets tired. Her clitoris hurts, having been beaten and hammered by this thing’s powerful vibrations for several minutes now. Her tits are numb to the pain of the clamps, but now they tingle warmly and dangerously like her clit. She refuses to look down, knowing her body is a bruised, probably bloody, wet and dripping mess.

Sombra gently bites her ear. “Good girl. You’re still a puppy, but you’re learning.”

Twilight whimpers, unable to form a response. Her mind is a tangle of confusing feelings and conflicting desires. She loathes that it feels good. She’s shocked how natural it is. She’s disgusted with how easy it was. She’s afraid that it will happen again.

She’s afraid of him.

The fear is simple. It’s easy to focus on. It makes her heart race, and her body quiver as he nibbles on her neck. She can’t breathe. Her lungs burn, still holding in remnants of his breath. She’s terrified he won’t do it to her again. She can feel how hot his tongue is. How hot his whole body is as it presses against her.

She wishes it would end, but also is grateful it isn’t over. She’s angry. She’s hurt. She’s tingling and feels his oh so very strong hand trail a finger down the small of her back.

Twilight’s always been attracted to jocks. She loves strong stallio… men, and Sombra is strong; physically and magically. She can’t even taste the sour notes in his magic anymore. The realization makes her feel sick, the nausea burning in her stomach even as the device continues to buzz.

The nausea swirls dangerously with her arousal into some new, awful and toxic sensation.

Tears fall down her face as she realizes how much she hates him for making her feel this way.

“I hate you…” her voice is weak.

Sombra’s nibble on her neck turns into a bite, then a suckle. She shivers at the pain, and then at the warm wet spot that’s left behind.

His voice rings with sickening arrogance. “Hate me all you like. I don’t care as long as you realize that I own you now.”

She wants to be defiant, but she isn’t sure how. “They’ll save me.” is all she can think to say. Thirty moons…

Sombra lets go of her and takes a half step back, putting some empty space between them. She forgets to support herself, and slumps forward as she’s focused on holding back the overwhelming sensation from the buzzing device. Her tits hang loose as she bends slightly forward, and the biting sting of the clamps shoots through her numbness as they swing loosely underneath her.

The sharp pain distracts her just enough that she forgets about the buzzing, and her screaming clit releases an erotic pleasure she can’t put back. She lets out a despairing sob as the spark of burning pleasure turns it into an unbidden moan.

He grabs her face again, pulling her up slightly by her chin and neck to force her to stare at him once more. His eyes are glowing. Fear wracks her body as his presence easily overwhelms her and she freezes. Every muscle in her body is locked tight, and all she can think of is how much he’s going to hurt her.

Is he going to kill her?

Her stomach drops through the floor as his eyes pulse with more power and the raw terror consumes her. She shudders, her fight completely forgotten as the device forces her to do it again.

This time it feels different. She keeps her eyes locked with his, opened wide in abject fear as she lets out a wheezing grunt. Her hips rock forward, and her vagina squeezes on nothing. Her core screams as it clenches, and both her arms and legs shake.

It feels euphoric. This is what he wants. She needs to do what he wants to survive. Her orgasm is purely a practical necessity. Her body is more than eager to supplicate him, and her mind is in no state to stop it. She undulates in a strange way, silent and not breathing as he holds her face deathly still.

His eyes are so beautiful. So powerful and commanding. They’re all she can see, and they can see her. They know her, and it’s terrifying to be known. Twilight has never been known like this. She’s never felt a connection like this. This isn’t friendship, or love, or romance. It’s something else entirely.

A carnal and intimate understanding. Not of who she is, or what she is. He doesn’t know any of that. Instead, he knows and understands everything she’s feeling. Sombra knows how much she hates him. How much she hates herself. He knows how good this feels to her. He knows that she’s cumming so hard it hurts, and understands that it’s simultaneously the best thing she’s ever felt and the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.

It’s a whole new type of intimate vulnerability that she’s completely unprepared for.

A second wave of euphoric sensation wracks her, fueled by the terrifying realization and understanding. Her mouth hangs open. Her vision goes white. She submits to it—to him.

Sombra smiles. This is what he wants from her. She knows that she’s willingly giving him exactly what he demands and the ecstasy is too much as she cries warm, thick tears of raw undefined emotion. This time she screams. The noise builds slowly, starting low and quiet until it’s loud and intensely terrified. It’s a primal scream of a dying beast, the last warning to those around it that this thing she’s facing, this man that now owns her, is far, far too dangerous.

Only death waits here.

The little death takes her and her scream drops to wet gurgles. Her body reminds her that she’s his as it breaks for him another time. Every part of her body hurts, everything clenches, and everything submits.

He lets go of her head and she sags forward again, completely unable to support herself. She chokes, trying desperately to breathe as her eyes refocus on the floor. They catch a glimpse of her tits, red and swollen—littered with blue bruises and red welts. One of the clamps has blood on it. Little sparks arc from one clamp to another.

The floor is wet. The dark spot on the concrete floor is tinged slightly red. She doesn’t raise her head, letting the fear wash through her and banishing it as she gains a few moments of almost clear thinking in her post orgasmic… clarity. She’s ashamed that he just made her do that… a few times with only his eyes.

Her voice is dry and ragged, even as wet drool leaks from her mouth. The word is slow as she forces herself to articulate it. It’s pained. “Why?”

She watches as Sombra’s hand slips to her belly. It drops lower. She’s helpless and hopeless as his finger slides over the large white sticker covering her clit. His voice is calm, but she doesn’t look up. She can’t risk it. She knows she can’t resist his eyes right anymore.

“I’m just teaching you a few tricks, Princess. It’s important to train your pets. So here’s another.”

His finger taps the sticker, causing an unexpected pressure on her clit as she sucks in a breath. The pressure of the vibrating device being forced against her causes a deeper tingling that she doesn’t expect. She keeps her mouth shut as she bites back a weakened sob.

It’s no surprise when his finger slides smoothly over the taped clit, and unceremoniously slips between her soaked lower lips. Neither of them say anything as the finger dips in. She’s too tired to complain, so she just relaxes as she feels his finger disappears inside of her. It’s the first time she’s ever had anything inside her vagina, but her body offers no resistance. It doesn’t even hurt.

If anything, it’s another shameful reminder that her human body wants this. The sensation of being filled satisfies a need she didn’t know she had, and she hates it. She hates it more when he rotates his wrist around and firmly presses his finger upward. When his finger lewdly squishes a wet patch somewhere inside of her she has an entirely new and erotic sensation to hate.

She hates how nice it is as he slips another finger in. She hates when his fingers spread her satisfyingly and obscenely wide. She hates when she squeezes them back, wetly gripping his thick and tough knuckles with her vagina. She hates when she moans soft and low, her volume matching his movements. She hates when he uses his outer thumb and inner fingers to squeeze. She hates as the device and her flesh are pressed together in an unholy union of tingling torturous pleasure. She hates when she thrusts, kicking her legs backwards as she pressed her groin helplessly towards him. She hates that he’s only using one hand. She hates that he’s so good at this. She hates that she’s enjoying it.

She hates the swelling feeling in her abdomen. She hates the sensation of having to pee, but knowing that’s not what’s about to happen. She hates how hard he’s thrusting—how merciless and rough he is with her body. She hates how she matches his thrusts. She hates how her body is eager for this and easily accepts his rough thrusts. She hates how her face is screwed up in a humiliating mix of a frown, a grimace and a twisted smile.

She hates when she lets out an animalistic grunt that means absolutely nothing; except that she loves this.

Sombra takes her hate as he takes her to the edge again. This time doesn’t feel like the last few times. This time she’s the one jumping sinfully off. He’s not making her do it this time. Her throat is too sore and her lungs are too empty to scream, but she opens her mouth silently anyways. She doesn’t even breathe, and the world goes quiet. All she hears is the wet slapping of his fingers, the buzz of the device, and the gushing splash from between her legs.

The convulsions are quicker and more fierce, but they’re just as uncontrollably sinful as the last ones. She helplessly squeezes his fingers inside of her as he milks more and more of the burning hot fluid out of her like she’s a faucet of hot water. Each squeeze is it’s own world of carnal eroticism, each convulsion a satisfying squelch as she empties some obscene gland that she never even knew was full.

He doesn’t stop, but neither does she. She rides his fingers enthusiastically and shamelessy as he openly mocks her. She hears his words, but she’s not coherent enough to understand them. Whatever he says doesn’t matter. Whatever she thinks doesn’t matter. All that matters is the next euphoric thrust and the wet noise that follows. It’s an obscene splash…
a heady gush…
a painful spray…

a draining squelch…

a forceful squeeze…

a burning dribble…

a…

a...

a…

a stinging dry squeeze…

followed by an endless desperate, empty ejaculation of something that just isn’t there—just like her voice.

They stay locked like this for far too long. Sombra relentlessly and mercilessly pumping his fingers into her like a machine, while she helplessly convulses with nothing left to give but giving it all anyways.

Until eventually all she has left to give is out.

It could have been minutes or hours and she wouldn’t know. It doesn’t matter. She collapses onto his fingers, not just numb but completely unresponsive. She might be unconscious, and she might not be. She can’t tell. She can’t even tell if she’s alive anymore. Maybe she died.

She’s moving. Something picks her up, spins her, clips her and settles her. She’s facing the other way somehow. He’s behind her. She’s touched everywhere. It’s not just his hands. It’s not just his mouth. It’s not just outside her body.

It doesn’t matter. She stares blankly forward as he shamelessly grabs at her and in her. Her arms are restrained again, but not upwards. She blinks, wondering if she’s conscious yet.

He’s pressed his body against her back, and he’s holding her up. Her hips are pressed firmly into the bar across the “H”, this time she’s facing it. She sucks in a breath, attempting to get some semblance of awareness. His hands are exploring her body, running up and down her torso and grabbing her where and how he pleases.

The buzzing continues. She opens her mouth and a moan comes out. He’s whispering something into her ear from behind and he has a hand on her tit and one vigorously rubbing the device from side to side, mashing her clit in a new way.

This orgasm is quick. She has no mind to fight it. Twilight simply experiences the pleasure and pain as her body does what it’s told. The squeeze happens inside of her again, and there’s the slightest of leaks from her heavily abused genitals. She makes some noise, maybe. She can’t tell. Her body clenches painfully, bending surprisingly far forward as she falls forward and everything goes white.

The white is nice. She doesn’t have to think. She doesn’t have to wonder why her arms are secured downward. She doesn’t remember this. The bar on the “H” is holding her waist up as she’s bent over it. She’s twitching helplessly. She feels full, like his fingers were in her but more… wide and filling. Her labia is quivering like it’s being pulled apart, but his hands are on her back. No, wait. That’s just one hand.

The other is in her mouth. He tastes salty for some reason. Slimy and slick. She doesn’t mind. Something about the taste is familiar.

She feels the buzzing. It hasn’t stopped. Gagging, she spits out his fingers and he laughs.

“Having fun, Princess? You’ve been docile for a while now.”

A thought bounces in her head as she has a frustrating revelation. She feels a new sensation. Something is inside of her, spreading her wide and deep—it almost hurts. Her voice is a raspy ghost of what it should be. She’s not sure if she’s smug he lied, or feels betrayed. “You said you wouldn’t… mate me…”

He pulls on her now wet hair, violently lifting her sweat covered head upwards. She stares forward, feeling stinging sweat drip into her eyes as she forces in a few heavy breaths, trying to regain, or perhaps maintain, her limited awareness.

“Don’t worry. You’re…” She can hear the sneer in his voice, “Still pure as a nun. It’s only a toy.”

“Oh.” Is all she can say. He lets her head loose and she falls forward. As he walks around her, she notices that she’s still full. The buzzer is still buzzing. She’s squeezing the thing inside of her, and it’s big. How did he get something so big inside of her? She doesn’t remember. She pushes, trying to force it out, but she can’t. She doesn’t know how, and it doesn’t seem to move.

The squeeze feels good, distracting her as another now familiar sensation threatens her consciousness. She’s close, and it’s so deep, and she’s never been filled so full and the buzzer is buzzing and she’s…

Ripping pain distracts her as she’s smacked in the face. It’s not the fun kind, like when her tits are pulled or her clit is battered. She shakes her head, secretly grateful for the sudden clarity from the slap. The adrenaline clears the strange lust, the mindless and broken debauchery drain from her thoughts. If only for a moment.

Sombra grabs her by the hair, forcing her to look upward at his nearly naked body. “Not yet, Princess. You don’t cum again until I say so.”

Twilight stares at him, processing the command. Or is it a threat? He’s built like some ancient god carved from marble, and right now he truly looks like one as he lords over her. His muscles are defined and clear, and he looks powerful and commanding. Her face is waist high and her neck hurts from being tilted so far back to look up at him in the eyes.

He’s calm as he holds her, and his voice reflects it. “First I want you to meet your new best friend.”

She’s confused, her tired eyes glancing behind him to see nothing in the dark. He holds her with one hand, and uses his other to pull his underwear down.

Oh. That’s what he meant.

Twilight is met with a face full of dark, flaccid penis. She blinks at it, having never seen a human penis before.

Sombra steps out of his underwear while still holding her head up. “Your pussy and I have become very good friends, so I decided to introduce you to my cock. Say hello.”

She stares blankly, somewhat confused.

Her world is pain again as she’s slapped. Everything spins dizzily and something tingles tantalizingly in her depths. The tingle scares her far more than the pain does.

She takes a deep breath as Sombra growls. “I said to say hello.”

Twilight stutters, her voice still hoarse. “H… Hello…”

He laughs. “Now say, ‘Hello Mr. Cock.’”

She would feel humiliated if she had any sense of shame left. “H… Hello… Mr. Cock.”

“The puppy is learning well. Good dog. Now tell him he’s a handsome cock.”

Twilight stares at the flaccid penis. It is thick and wrinkly with a dark bulbous head. It looks nothing like a stallion’s. The alien thing is far too thin. Her vagina clenches on the dildo inside of her, and a shot of electricity runs up her spine. Her body knows what this is. She feels a heavy weight in her gut as she recognizes her own, now familiar, lust.

“You’re… a handsome cock.”

“Now kiss him.” He pushes it into her face.

The smell is strange. She looks up at him with defeated, tired eyes, and he raises one eyebrow as if to dare her. She looks back down at the cock in her face. It seems to be twitching… maybe pulsing. Her eyes study it, tracing the veins and glancing at the dangling balls. They’re large and dark, sitting between his legs.

She feels him raise his arm and she lurches herself forward with puckered lips. They press against the cock. It’s warm and stretchy, but it’s just skin. If anything, the strange smell is some kind of musk. It doesn’t smell bad, just very… masculine and alien.

The buzzing catches her off guard. She’d forgotten about the buzzer. The smell makes her feel dizzy. Her face is stinging. She squeezes the dildo inside of her and something tingles again, but this time the tingle doesn’t fade. It lingers inside of her like a ticking bomb. It’s too late to stop it.

She knows what it is, even if it’s another new experience. Anxiously, she panics. Her stuffed and stretched vagina holds still with great effort, but she can’t put the feeling back in the bottle. It’s here now—quivering in the back of her mind and in her deepest depths.

“Heh. Cute. Enough with the cute for now, Princess. Make out with my cock. Kiss it, lick it, suck it, I don’t fucking care. The messier the better.”

She winces as she looks at his cock. He grabs her ear, playing with it with his thumb. Her body twitches at the contact and she stills, barely able to hold herself back. “You are just fucking adorable. Fine, little puppy. I’ll throw you a bone. As long as my cock’s in your mouth then your pussy can cum as much as she wants. We’re all friends here, after all.”

Twilight doesn’t know how she finds herself with her lips pressed against his pubic hair and her tongue on his taint. His flaccid cock is fat, but fits entirely inside of her mouth. Maybe he pushed her head and she opened her mouth. Maybe he thrust his cock at her. Maybe he didn’t do anything.

What she does realize is how salty it is, and how overpowering the scent is now. She smells him and he’s a lot. Besides the smoke she’s grown accustomed to, there’s a deep strange distinctly male scent that she’s never considered before. It’s something that makes her tingle, and as she realizes that she loses what little control she had. The twinge she’d been holding back rips free, and a deep primal submission claims her while she looks up at him pitifully.

Her pussy squeezes and clenches over the fake cock inside of her, trying desperately to milk it while she practically chokes on his real one. She snorts into him, breathing in his smokey musk and feeling him twitch on her tongue. He’s holding her hair up so he can see her face. She’s watching his eyes.

Those powerful eyes consume her as he uses her mouth for his pleasure. Her tongue is his toy, and she fucking knows it. It’s not just her mouth he’s using. Her exhausted pussy thinks it’s finally claimed a cock as it clenches pathetically around the fake toy. The rippling, clenching, squeezing sensation is different than the other orgasms she’s had. It feels more final. More deep. The euphoria sings to her as it dulls her senses again.

She doesn’t know which one this is. Is it the third? The fifth? The tenth? The thirtieth? It feels like the last. Her body thinks its over; that he’s done with her. She knows it’s wrong. Her hips sway and tears well up in her eyes as she helplessly shows Sombra what she looks like when she orgasms with his cock inside of her.

He watches her display, his eyes sliding from her face to her ass with a twisted grin. He’s cruel. She knew that before, but know she truly understands it. He’s a monster. A monster that’s eaten her some uncountable number of times already, and is going to keep eating her.

Something wet leaks down her leg as she’s fully humiliated. She doesn’t even consider that it might be pee anymore. Twilight can’t tell and doesn’t care. All she knows is that she can’t let his cock out of her mouth. Not yet.

It’s not over yet. She’s still in the depth of it, the convulsions relentless and cruel. Her eyes turn downward, away from his gaze in shame. She’s not sure why she’s ashamed. She focuses on the dark skin in front of her eyes. The shadows seem to dance as he thrusts into her face. It’s mesmerizing and she can’t tell what’s his skin and what’s a shadow.

The cock in her mouth goes from flaccid to rigid, and she doesn’t resist as he forces it down her throat. Her body is too distracted to gag. It hurts, but not in any way comparable to what he’s already done to her. The shadows dance on his flesh, distracting her as she squeezes the thing in her pussy. Each squeeze feels euphoric; and is accompanied by a slap as her face is pressed into Sombra’s flesh.

She doesn’t know when he’s thrusting or when he’s pulling out. The shadows grow, taking on faces. Her throat hurts. Her body clenches, perhaps for the final time as her sense of space and time disappear, and the darkness grows.

It’s peaceful in the dark. She can’t feel anything; finally. No pain. No pleasure. No fear or rage or shame or lust. Just… nothing.

Nothing lasts forever, and forever is a long time.

Then she blinks and is staring forward in the dark. She gathers her breath, confused as to where she is. She can’t see, she’s bent forward, and everything feels fuzzy. Her mind feels fuzzy.

She blinks again and sees a green shadow in front of her. A few breaths later and she’s able to make out a sound. Something is buzzing.

Oh. She remembers now.

Twilight takes a very deep breath, trying to wake up from the haze. She’s still dizzy. She feels strangely empty… Her pussy flexes and there’s nothing in it. It actually feels like it's missing something now, the emptiness lingers in a way she can't describe, but she tries not to think about. Her mouth tastes salty and bitter; her jaw hurts. Her throat is sore. Her clit is buzzing, tingling and warm.

Everything is normal.

Sombra’s behind her, she can tell from the green glow of his eyes. His voice is… darker than before and seems to bear down on her like an impossible weight. “I’m disappointed. You passed out while sucking my cock, and it fell out of your mouth.”

Twilight closes her eyes. She’s more aware than she was a second ago. She wishes she wasn’t. “Fuck.” is all she says.

He chuckles. “Fuck indeed. I promised to do everything but fuck you. So let’s do something a little more… intense.”

She is done. She doesn’t care anymore. Twilight just wants this hell over. Her voice is tired and cracks, “Mate me?”

Sombra pauses. “Excuse me?”

She tries again, “Please… mate me. I don’t care anymore. Please just mate me so this is over. You win. This is… too much.”

He seems confused, “Already? Really?”

She coughs. “Please, I’m begging. I can’t do this anymore. My body can’t take anymore. You broke me. You win. Please just mate me instead.”

He stays silent for a moment, then sighs. “We need to fix some things.”

Twilight stays silent, feeling and listening to the painful buzz from her clit.

Sombra talks slow, almost unsure. “First off, stop saying mate. Call it fucking, sex, whatever. I don’t care what you do at home, but here you fuck. Also, you have a pussy and I have a cock. I want you to say that you want to get fucked in your pussy with my cock. Do that. Say please and beg me. Convince me.”

Twilight sighs. She’ll say whatever he wants, however crassly he wants as long as this hell ends. “Please fuck me in the pussy with your cock. Please ejaculate your…”

Sombra shouts, seemingly frustrated, “Cum! Say cum. It’s a verb and a noun. Don’t use medical terms. It’s… weird.”

Twilight swallows and tries again. “Please cum your… uh… cum in my pussy with your cock.”

He sighs, whispering to himself in frustration. “Holy fuck… fine. Whatever. Good for now.”

She sighs, relieved. “So will you fuck me? Please?”

He puts a hand on her lower back and rubs it harshly with his fingers. It hurts, burning and causing her to arch up, pulling her hands against the restraints holding them to the floor.

“No.”

Twilight feels like she might cry again. “No?” she says weakly.

He slips his hand down between her legs and lets his finger slide up and down her swollen labia. It stings painfully from all the abuse he’s given it, but it also tingles dangerously. It’s painfully hot as well. The buzzing vibrator is tingling her clit again and fear rises in her gut.

Twilight fights back her tears as she stumbles over her words. “No… please stop. Please stop and just fuck me. I asked like you said. I’m begging. I’ll do it. You can cum inside me. You can cum on me. You can cum in my pussy. You can cum your cum wherever the fuck you want. Please stop. Please take it off my clitoris. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do it again. Please… No more.”

Sombra rests his finger along her slit. It feels hot and tingly, but so does she. The device buzzes. She begs quietly, swallowing her shame and refusing to think about this more than is necessary. “Please…”

He sighs. “I already told you. You’re wearing that thing on your clit till it runs out out of power.”

She hopelessly shivers. “No…”

“I also told you that I don’t fuck on the first date. We’re still just getting started.”

She goes cold as her heart drops. Her voice is a panicked whisper, and underneath it there’s a tinge of rage. “What’s left? What else can you possibly do to me?”

He starts to rub her swollen labia with his finger, causing sharp stabbing pain and electric tingles to jointly shock her. “I have a several toy chests; we’ve hardly scratched the surface. And speaking of chests, those nipple clamps are just a starter set. I have a whole collection of… interesting possibilities.”

Twilight hangs her head as the tingling builds inside of her. She hurts. Everything hurts. All she can do is beg. She has nothing else anymore. “Please don’t… I’ll do… whatever you want.”

Thirty moons? What the fuck had she been thinking?

He keeps rubbing her slit. “You cum right now, right now on my finger, and I’ll bring you some water and give you a thirty minute break.”

Twilight doesn’t hesitate. She tries. She focuses on the feeling blossoming from the vibrator. She calls to it, begging it to take her. She moans, trying to call it with her voice.

Nothing seems to happen.

His finger gently taps her pussy. “I’m not impressed, Princess.”

She tries again, practically screaming. “I can do it! I know I can do it!”

She squeezes and pulls and twists everything inside of her, but nothing happens. She is missing something, and she doesn’t know what. Her head hangs in horrified, shameful defeat even as the vibrator continues to buzz.

Sombra clicks his tongue. “Looks like I need to teach my puppy another trick.”

She pulls and squirms and screams, almost throwing a tantrum as she breaks down. “Why? Why? I couldn’t stop it before, now I can’t make it happen. Why?”

He laughs, deeply amused at her antics. “Lesson time, Princess. I’ll even give you a little break while you learn.”

There’s a mechanical click and then a truly alien sensation startles her. Silence. Stillness. The buzzing has stopped. Her clit throbs, ironically pained by the lack of sensation.

She squeezes her eyes shut and breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you thank you thank… you…”

His finger on her lab… pussy is replaced by something hard, and the new feeling worries her. He sounds fatherly. “You still need to be punished. So we’re going to play a little game while I explain it to you.”

Something scrapes against her butt cheek. It’s hard, but thin. Twilight shivers, unsure how bad this is going to be.

He’s confident. “When you cum, it’s a physical thing, right?”

She shivers, remembering the sensation. “Yes?”

A light tap happens on her butt cheek. It stings enough that it probably leaves a welt, but it’s only enough to make her suck in a breath in surprise. She’s been through much worse very recently. Even her tits hurt more, but only if she thinks about them.

“No. When you cum it’s in your mind.”

Twilight takes a breath. “I… it’s definitely physical. I, uh, haven't wanted it.”

This time it’s a weak tap, but it’s directly on her asshole. The sensation is bizarre and stings much more than she thought it would as the slight pain shoots directly up her gut. She grits her teeth.

“I didn’t say you wanted it. I said it’s in your mind. Your mind is what makes you cum.”

Maybe she shouldn’t say anything. Maybe it’s supposed to be a lecture where she just listens. Twilight is silent for a while, waiting for him to continue.

SLAP

She screams as he hits her already raw labia… pussy. It hurts, and shocks her how much it hurts. Her whole body clenches in response.

Sombra growls, seemingly angry. “Your mind is your most powerful sex organ. More than your pussy.”

Twilight practically shouts. “Yes!”

Crack!

She doesn’t scream, but she does lout out a stifled noise. He hits her just as hard as last time, right on her pussy. She cries out, angry and frustrated through her tears, “Why did you hit me?”

“You didn’t think about it. You just agreed. That’s not conducive to good conversation.”

She can’t help it. “You’re whipping my pussy after you fucking raped me! What kind of fucking conversation do you expe…”

SMACK!

This time she feels the slap through her whole body. It doesn’t just sting, it hurts. She grunts in pure pain, unable to even flinch. Her pussy burns, screaming at her in agony.

“Stay on topic. Your mind is the most powerful sex organ you have, yes?”

Twilight fights back her sobs. She shivers, trying to figure out what he wants her to say. Her brain is working in overdrive and not getting any good solutions. Carefully, she tries a new approach. “I… I don’t understand.”

Slap…

The tap is soft, feeling almost loving after the last one. Her pussy tingles from the contact.

“When you cum, it feels physical. Think about how I made you cum, though. What things did I do?”

Twilight tries to remember. “You… uh… touched my tits? And… kissed me.” She almost feels ashamed about that one for some reason. “You also, um, used the buzzing spell on my, uh clitoris.”

There is a medium Slap. causing her to wince, but not much else.

“Call it your clit. It’s your clit or your cunny. And it’s a vibrator. I did enchant it, but it’s primarily a vibrator. So call it that. Now keep going. What else did I do?”

She bites her lip. “You put the vibrator on my clit. And you, um, used your hands inside me… a lot… and you used a dildo on me, and made me suck your pe… cock… um…” There was more, but she can’t remember them. He did other things to her while she was semiconscious. A lot of other things.

Another medium slap on her pussy. The pain is almost re-assuring.

“You forgot a few. Specifically I was looking for the time I made you so afraid that you came. Do you remember that?”

She thinks about it. She’d forgotten that one; or rather those few. It felt so long ago. She’d been so terrified that the whole thing had slipped her mind, and she’d done so much that everything was starting to blend together. “I… do.”

She tenses, ready for her pussy to be hit but nothing happens.

His voice is cruel. “Good. And how did they feel? When I made you afraid, was it your eyes that came? What about when I pulled on your nipple, did your nipple cum? Or made you suck my cock? Was it your mouth?”

Twilight speaks slowly. “I… felt it throughout my body. Each time was a little… or very… different, but they all were… um… cumming? And they all were sort of everywhere.”

Something touches her pussy. It feels smooth and warm, almost soothing after the smacking. It’s his fingers. She’s reminded of how she rode his hand into euphoric mindlessness and a tingle sparks under his touch. It’s weird without the buzzing. It’s just his touch. She wonders if she should be afraid, or if she should embrace it. Neither choice seems right somehow.

“Right… Each time you came, it was actually with your whole body. And what about when you were a bad little puppy and fought against me? How did you fight it? Did you learn your lesson?”

She remembers the first time when he’d told her not to fight it, and her face blushes. “I… willed it to stop. Until I couldn’t anymore…”

He takes his hand away and smacks her hard. It hurts terribly bad, and worse the tingle doesn’t go away. If anything, the sudden pain seems to make the tingle blossom like a sickeningly familiar flower of sharp electricity. She mentally acknowledges the unfortunate association with pain and her orgasms. It seemed he knows more about her than she does when it comes to this.

His voice is angry. “And did you learn your lesson?”

Twilight answers quickly, worried about what might happen if she is whipped like that again. “Yes! I did… I learned… that I couldn’t stop it… That I can’t stop you.”

She feels him reach back and she winces, only to find his fingers softly stroking her inflamed pussy lips. A sigh of relief escapes her mouth as she leans comfortably back into his warm grasp. His whole hand is almost cupping her, his fingers dancing playfully around her flesh. It’s the most tender he’s been with her since the kissing.

Her face flushes as she remembers the kissing, and the warm, tingling flower is ruffled dangerously with his tapping fingers. She’s extra sensitive after the whipping, and even his light touch is electric.

“You can’t… Correct. But you were able to hold it back when I asked you to, didn’t you?”

She feels the warmth overtaking her as she’s leaning back into him. His hands are strong and soothe her painfully burning skin, and everything feels so good. He hasn’t touched her like this before and she’s falling into a new sensation again. “Uh huh…”

His hand goes away and a loud crack announces her punishment. This time her hits her asshole; directly and hard, slamming the crop down mercilessly between her spread cheeks. The sudden shock arcs painfully through her gut and causes her to hold back a scream as it spreads to every nerve in her body.

The pain dulls, burning away to grow the flower of pleasure he’d been fondling into a raging fire. She looks blankly forward, fighting back the inevitable sensation. Feeling it grow and burn within her while conscious of it was surreal. It would take her, and nothing could be done about it. The realization was almost soothing.

“Use your words, Princess. You’re not an animal… well… not just an animal.”

Twilight’s voice is strained as her asshole and pussy flex uncontrollably from the white hot shock of pain that dances back and forth. Her words are ragged and her teeth clenched. “I… can hold it back for a little.”

He’s quiet. There’s no painful slap and no grabbing fingers. He just watches her struggle for a moment. “I see that… very clearly.” There’s a wet sound that she tries not to think about. “That’s the power of your mind, not your body. You’re quite strong willed…”

She shivers, holding back the sensation. “Yesss…”

“I’ve been hitting you and I’m sure it’s quite painful. Yet somehow you’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

Twilight tries not to flex her pussy and asshole so much. Each squeeze is a step toward the inevitable. But they flex on their own, fighting back against her restraint. She can feel him staring, watching her helpless battle with her own flesh. “I… I am.”

He puts a hand on each of her ass cheeks, spreading them even wider and putting her pussy and asshole even more on display while he watches. “Pain and pleasure both use the same neural pathways. What decodes them into separate categories is your brain. Memories also activate those pathways. Why don’t you try remembering… tasting my cock.”

Twilight stares forward, silently. She shivers as she thinks about it, trying to ignore the feeling of his breath on her tingling pussy. “Okay.”

His cock was salty, and squirmy, and ugly. She didn’t like the gross way it had veins and looked like a fat snake with a strange head. What she did li… tolerate… was the smell. The scent of male, the spicy personal scent that had overpowered her and caused her to… to…

Fuck…

Twilight cums as Sombra watches her. She squeezes her pussy, leaking down her legs and crying softly to herself as she clenches her stomach. It doesn’t last long, but it is painful. She hurts so much, and he keeps her spread wide the whole time with his face inches away. She grunts, then relaxes as her head collapses forward in exhaustion. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire. What the hell is happening to her? She smolders in embarrassment, wondering what exactly he was watching when it happened.

He lets go of her cheeks and stands up. “Good little puppy. I think you learned a new trick. You might have to practice it a bit until you’re good at it, but you understand the basis for it now, don’t you?”

“I do…” Twilight cries softly because he’s right. Orgasms are in your mind.

He sounds gleeful. “Don’t you fret. I’ll help you practice. You still need your proper punishment anyways. Lets say… three times.”

She stares blankly forward, her tears drying with despair. “Three times?”

He gives her ass cheek a slap with the crop, as if he’s encouraging her. It doesn’t hurt, but it is tingly. “For your break, I’ll hit you with my crop until you cum three times. Then we’ll turn your sticky little vibrator back on and start the timer again.”

Twilight feels her throat dry up. She can’t think of anything to say. Not that he’s waiting for her.

Smack!

She gasps. The pain is blinding. Her pussy stings from the strike. She tries to say something, to fight back, but nothing happens. She’s been empty for a while now. As the pain dies down, she hangs her head.

Smack!

This one hurts worse, but she doesn’t make a noise. She lets the pain flow through her and focuses on the tingling. She tries to remember the dildo, how it felt inside of her, how it made her feel so full and satisfied. How she could satisfyingly clench it with her pussy.

Smack!

He hits her even harder, slapping the crop across the whole length of her pussy. Somehow it hurts less as she tries to remember the smell of his cock. The burning tingling from the crop feels warm and sparkly. She focuses on that, nurturing it, waiting, anticipating…

Smack!

Her pussy stings, but it’s also on fire in a good way. She remembers his hands. His big, dark hands as they made her dance for him. She’s helpless to his hands and she knows it.

Smack!

His eyes. His green powerful eyes. She’s even more helpless to them.

Smack!

His tongue in her mouth, forcing her to breathe his air.

Smack!

His mouth on her tits, suckling her flesh.

Smack!

The dark patch of abdomen and shadows right above his cock, where her eyes were focused when she sucked his cock.

Smack!

Her first orgasm.

Smack!

Her third.

Smack!

her.. her…

Smack!

Smack!
Smack!
Smack!

“I’m cumming! Fuck… Fuck!” Twilight revels in her victory, her twitching and burning pussy going slack as it’s too tired to even clench anymore. But it doesn’t matter. Orgasms aren’t in her pussy.

They’re in her mind.

He only speeds up.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!