Presence of Mind, Absence of Body

Twilight is looking through her album, relishing the photos. Each one is a memory, and there are hundreds. The pictures are chronological. At the start, in the first few chapters she can see the fear and confusion, but as she flips through, her face turns more satisfied. Eventually there are shots of her creamed pussy.

The pictures are hot enough that they would make her wet. Well, they would if she wasn’t already always wet nowadays. He said it was the hormones. She thinks it’s the constant pussy training and her corrupted mind.

Sombra has cameras in the dungeon. He didn’t tell her until recently. She thought he’d been taking the pictures. He had, but only some. The others were pulled from some sort of “4k video” feed. He’d kept the cameras secret until he fully trusted her.

Now that she was… well, more familiar with him… he’d let her see the full album. She traces her fingers over the early pictures, then turns the page. They had pictures of her in every piece, from every angle. Additionally, they had pictures of her using every toy.

He didn’t keep her locked up during the day anymore. There wasn’t much need of that. She couldn’t go anywhere. When she was bored, she pulled out a toy. She’d made many of her own private memories. But she followed the rules. She always called out his name when she came, and she always made sure to be thinking of him. She was a good sex slave. After she was done, she always cleaned up the mess she’d made, and meticulously put the toys back where she found them.

Sombra doesn’t like his collection abused, but she is free to use it.

She still misses her friends. Her hands run over some of the more recent pages. He’d changed her. She didn’t mind the chemicals that left her permanently hairless everywhere but her head. The piercings in her nipples were fun as well. The clit piercing, though, was something she struggled with. Sometimes it was a bunch of fun. Sometimes it hurt a lot, and made her too easy for Sombra to control.

The game isn’t fun if it’s too easy.

She turns the page again, wondering what Spike is up to. She’d last seen him with Flash. Hopefully they were doing well. Flash was a kind soul and he didn’t deserve anything bad. Spike was also a kind soul, but he was a dragon. He’d be fine simply by his nature.

She flips the page.

Sombra had kept his word so far. He rarely left the lair, and mostly it was to get food and things for Twilight. He said that she was more valuable than any trinket. He was probably right. She worried he’d figure out whatever ritual he had planned before she was rescued.

Because she is definitely getting rescued. Only twenty six moons to go.

Twilight ignores the nagging feeling around that thought and focuses on the pages. In the next section of the book is the start of her tattoos. Simple things. She’d asked for a book. He put a little book around her pussy, so when she opened her legs it looks like a book opening. She’d thought it was cute. She still does.

He put his name above it. It was Sombra’s book. He tattooed where the cuffs on her wrists and ankles go. A little black collar is tattooed around her neck, reminding her what she is. He’d tattooed a silhouette of his hands over her tits. One on each, like he was holding her from behind. So he’d always be touching them, he’d said.

She flips the pages again, skipping a few. She didn’t mind the target he’d tattooed on her tongue, but she hadn’t enjoyed getting it. Still, it made for a fun game every once in a while where he’d practice his aim. The thought amuses her as she realizes that her dignity is long, long gone. The Twilight from before would be horrified at the sort of games they get up to.

Finally, she finds the picture she wants. It is innocent enough at a glance. Just two ponies in bed. Their bodies under the covers. Staring at each other in the dark. But she knows exactly what was under the covers.

Twilight smiles wickedly as she turns on the borrowed toy. It buzzes. With one hand she lowers it to her clit ring. With the other, she holds the book in front of her face so she can focus on the picture.

It tingles when it slams into the ring, causing her to wince, then thrust into it. The pain fades, and then the electricity starts.

She keeps smiling, ignoring the intense sensation and staring at the picture. That was when she had won his trust. She’d had his tattoos. His piercings. His cum. But that was when she had convinced him.

The vibrator tingles her as she reminisces. Under the covers, she was wrapped in a harness. The harness was covered in electric shock points and vibrators. One in her ass, one in her pussy, one each on her nipples, and a few placed at key points along her back and abdomen. He’d made the harness for her, so it was custom.

Custom was nice.

The vibrator causes her to clench and she lets out a satisfied moan. She lets the little orgasm ride through her. It isn’t enough to really rock her, but it’s a good start.

The electroshock patches had kept her abdomen clenching and unclenching, removing any semblance of control over her orgasms. Underneath the covers, she’d been given the ride of her life. And Sombra had just watched, quietly and calmly staring at her as she helplessly cummed her brains out for what felt like hours.

She’d begged him to stop it. She’d begged him to keep it on. She’d begged him to kill her, then begged him to make her pregnant. Twilight chuckled at the memory. Her mouth has a habit of making some pretty heavy promises when she is being fucked silly.

Then she’d begged him to fuck her mouth. That one, he’d eventually listened to.

Twilight shivers at the memory, letting the vibrator carry her all the way again. This time it’s harder, more intense, and far more satisfying. She opens Sombra’s book, sliding the vibrator inside as the pages flutter, begging to be read.

He’d used her thoroughly that night. He usually did, but that night was… something else. She’d managed to stay conscious. She must have came hundreds of time in that night alone. And Sombra had been so… hungry.

Even after sucking his cock, he’d flipped her over and pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. He’d shoved his still cum and spit covered cock inside and pounded her pussy while she was trapped by the rest of the harness. It had been wild, passionate, and mind blowing.

And he had just kept using her. Load after load. He’d turned her into a piece of art. Her eyes flickered to the next picture, a shot of her laying naked and staring directly at the camera. Her body was covered in streaks. Her hair was matted and ruined. Her skin was lined with red marks where the harness had held her tightly and the electroshock patches had left her stinging and even singed from the abuse. Her mouth was a huge, cum stained smile.

This is the picture she needs. This is why she’s in the book right now.

The vibrator goes deeper, and she rides it. She clenches and squeezes, pretending it’s Sombra’s cock. While the vibrator is inside, she flicks her clit, tapping the piercing with her finger. It’s electric. It’s shocking. It’s deep, oh so deep.

As she looks at her mindless and happy face in the picture, she sees how beautiful she is. Her perfect face is streaked in white. Her mouth is drooling with that dopey smile. Her eyes are looking straight back at her. Sombra is right below, pounding his cock into her pussy.

She screams out his name as she really cums, “Sombra!”

The orgasm rips through her violently, and she collapses into the bed exhausted. She needed that release. She’s finally free of that knot of arousal in her stomach, at least for a few minutes. The picture always works.

She clicks the vibrator off, and lets it fall on the bed next to her. The album falls on her face as she relaxes. A minute or two passes where she just lets her wet pussy twitch and quiver with her legs spread wide.

There’s a noise, but she doesn’t move. It has to be him. If he wants her to do something, he’ll tell her. He doesn’t say anything, so she doesn’t do anything.

She hears him walk across the floor, then stop at the bed. She keeps her eyes closed under the album pages. He’s staring at her still clenching pussy, probably.

Reading the pages of his book. He likes his little book.

She hears a quiet click of metal, then the sound of cloth. The bed moves slightly as he climbs on it.

She doesn’t do anything.

He does. Without any warning, without any foreplay, something hard slips into her as he settles over her. Twilight smiles under the book as his cock fills her.

There’s no hesitation as he begins to slam into her. He’s not worried about her pleasure, not this time. He’s just using her. Her pussy grips at him. She’s trained it to do so many wonderful things for him. She’s a good sex slave.

He doesn’t care. Her little book has opened for him again as he hilts inside of her and grunts.

As quickly as it started, it’s over. A satisfying warmth floods her depths as he uses her for her true purpose. Twilight’s grin goes crooked as she smiles a little too wide for her face to handle.

She feels dizzy and hot. She loves it when he uses her like that. He reaches down and grabs both of her nipples, squeezing them hard. She shudders from the sudden pain and the picture album slides off her face. He’s still buried in her. His eyes are emanating powerful magic. He squeezes them again.

“Ruin my book, Princess.”

She shivers, enthralled. “Yes, Sombra.”

He twists her nipples again and she remembers her face in the photo and the dark, sweet promises she made to him that night. It comes quick.

She cums so hard that she shakes, squeezing his cock even as it shrinks. A wet squelch sprays around them both, announcing that her book has been satisfactorily ruined. Her body continues to quiver, but he simply gets up and climbs off the bed. He puts his pants back on while Twilight is still convulsing in the throes of her orgasm. She shudders. It wasn’t a great orgasm. It was quick, and painful. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he’d told her, and she’d obeyed.

“Clean this mess up.”

She laughs. “You’re such an ass.”

He seems to stumble, thrown off by her sudden defiance. “Shut up…”

She throws a pillow at him with a laugh as he walks awkwardly away. “You shut up, you horny asshole.”

Sombra stumbles out of her pillow range and then disappears in a puff of darkness. Sometimes she loves how awkward he is.