Presence of Mind, Absence of Body

It’s finally been a full moon. She has twenty nine left. She snorts, wondering why she ever thought that had been an option. By the time her friends find her, if they ever find her, she’s going to be a completely different mare. Hell, she’ll probably be a mom by then.

Sombra sure is trying. They only thing that’s kept her from carrying his child are the hormones he makes her take to enlarge her breasts. He never wears condoms, and often uses the spell that makes him ejaculate too much. She doesn’t mind, exactly, but once she calms down she has to drain herself of him. That part is sort of gross.

She still misses her friends, but her life isn’t as bad as when she first got here. He’s gotten her books, for instance. She also spends her days chained to the bed now so she can properly sleep. She needs to sleep during the day, or at least what she thinks is the day, because she’s busy all night.

Sometimes he uses his collection to play with her. Sometimes they just have sex in the bed. Regardless of where or how they do it, she ends every night with a pussy stuffed full of his cum. He’s been relentless with his deposits since the first time he took her in bed, and she’s been just as bad with her begging for them.

She’s horny all the time now. It could be the hormones. It could be his “training”. Maybe she was always a pervert, and just never knew. Regardless of why, she now is. When she’s not riding his cock, she’s thinking about it. She’s tried every piece of furniture in the dungeon, and she has her own favorites. He’s used every toy on her, and she let him know her reviews after.

They talk about it. She tells him which ones feel the best, which positions are good, and which ones don’t do much for her. She eats real food now. He even cooks steak for her occasionally. She feels guilty eating it, but it’s delicious. She tries not to think about it. She’s a human—at least for now.

Right now she’s laying on her bed daydreaming while the machines suck on her tits and her clit. The machines don’t really hurt anymore. Now they just feel nice. Both of her tits lactate, and it’s not colostrum anymore. It’s real milk. They aren’t much bigger than they used to be, but they’re more full. They feel heavier and more present, although that could be how she carries herself.

Her clit is certainly bigger, though. It’s obscene the way it sticks out slightly, but Sombra likes it like that. He’s started to suckle it, which always causes her melt.

Her books are mostly study materials. She’s studying for her new job, since she’s going to be at it for so long. There’s manuals on sexual positions, erotic novels, magazines with pictures, and even anatomy books. She even has one of herself that’s almost a journal. He’s started to take pictures of her and fill out her album.

Twilight thinks she’s sexy. She’d fuck herself.

She laughs at the thought. But then rethinks it. Yeah, she would fuck herself. She would know exactly what she likes. Curiously, she wonders if she would be a better sexual partner than Sombra.

She doubts it.

She worries about escape sometimes, but she’d rather not think about it. Her friends might not be powerful enough to stop him here. They might not be able to find her. There’s a lot of reasons she might be stuck here for a very long time. Maybe… No, she doesn’t need to think about this. She puts the thought away.

She needs to focus on the twenty nine moons left. It’s a long time, a very long time, but it’s a tangible real time. Her friends will find her, and they will come up with something. Until then, she should study. There’s no reason she should be bad at her job.

She picks up the book on sexual taboos and slowly starts to finger herself as she reads it. Maybe he wants to be called daddy?