The Confinement of Queen Chrysalis

by Dionusos

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Queen Chrysalis, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 4262

Will Chrysalis, having been recaptured by Equestria, break under the stress of her confinement or be saved?

Chrysalis, the mighty queen of the changelings, who stood up to Princess Celestia and nearly conquered Canterlot, the cacpital city of Equestria has been captured shortly after being expelled. She now resides in the dungeons of the city, subject to torture and humiliation. Will she escape and return home, or will she break under the oppression?

Published 2012-12-31 22:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-31 22:20:01 UTC

I. Beyond Acheron

Chrysalis awoke to blackness, breathing heavily in a panic. There was a piece of cloth tied around her eyes. She tried to reach up to take it off, but found her legs bound by very tight ropes that were cutting into her black skin. Immediately, she pulled with all her might against the bonds, yanking and trying to thrash, but the ropes rendered her completely immobilized, held down on her stomach to a padded frame. Aside from her useless wings fluttering aimlessly, the only part of her body she could move was her head, but that caused an unexpected jolt of pain when she tried. On either side of her head were two bars pressed against her temples.

What am I doing? The changeling thought. Using magic will loose me from this predicament easily. But when she channeled magic into her horn, she quickly found that all hope of magic was blocked by a ring fastened around the base of her jagged horn. Being extremely frustrated, she screamed. A yell of furious anger (and some hidden panic) came out at first, but quickly it turned to a squeal from the pain from how sore her mouth was. She felt a bridle wrapped around her snout and head coupled with a very thick, foul-tasting metal bit, forcing her jaw open.

All right. Calm down. Assess this situation you’re in. The queen told herself. First, how did you get here? Her head was throbbing, but thoughts started to come to her head. The last things she remembered were failing to overtake the Equestrian capital of Canterlot, being literally thrown out of the city by the very stallion she was feeding off of, and then…

Those damned ponies had the audacity to hunt me down! Indeed, the memories returned and caused rage more terrible than just moments ago to well up in her. They must have captured and brought me back to some dungeon in their worthless city. Oh, when the remnants of my army come for me, I will raze this city to the ground and sow salt in the forsaken dirt! Although, she did not know how long that would be, she pleased herself with thoughts of taking that feeble princess Celestia, rubbing her face in the mud, and then gutting that foul princess she had impersonated.

Yet she knew that her time might be limited. She needed to keep her eyes on the moment and not the horizon. Now she had to figure out how to get out of the position she was in. Chrysalis was blindfolded, but determined through sense of touch that her body was bound face-down against a wooden frame. Her forelegs were tied to the legs of the frame in front of her and there was a strap holding her back down. The frame divided in two at her stomach and the back half raised her posterior uncomfortably high. Two cuffs, which were secured to the wider back part of the frame and separated by a three and a half foot long bar, spread her rear legs unnervingly wide. Another rope braided though her mane and tail. It was very short and even with her head already tilted back, the rope tugged on the roots of her hair. When she moved her head forward in the slightest it caused that shock of pain in both her front and back.

The bound queen was about to start thinking about a plan to escape, but then the sound of three metal bars grinding against metal, one after another echoed through the room. The sound of rusty hinges accompanied the swinging of a huge door and then the sound of hooves shod with steel shoes. The pony who had entered walked alongside her, and Chrysalis heard sounds of it rustling through something, revealing the presence of things made of wood, metal, and possibly rubber. Now very insulted that it had not addressed her upon entering, she screamed a muffled insult. She almost instantly regretted this, for a series of very painful events followed.

The defenseless changeling heard the sound of something swish through the air and suddenly a long but thin, horizontal region of her hindquarters was in fire. She squealed again, which pained her jaw and jerked her head, which of course pulled her mane and tail. Suddenly, in no time at all, the ache that covered her whole body in soreness became a violent storm of agony. This caused her to shriek more, which only hurt her mouth more. Amidst her pained cries, a flowing, but very dominant, male voice came from the stallion who had entered. “Quit your futile whining. Do you think you were gagged so that you could monologue for me?”

A moment of silence passed while Chrysalis gained control of herself, and the pony who had entered was doing whatever it was he was doing. His voice then returned, ethereal but authoritative. “Let me first start by expressing my gratitude. Because of your foolish and miserably failed invasion of the capital city of the kingdom of Equestria, I have been released from prison. After Princesses Celestia and Luna sent their elite to recapture you, they looked through their ranks for one suited to the task of bringing you to justice for the heinous crimes you have committed. None could be found, so they released me from the depths of a pit from which no prisoners ever return, because I’m the only one in the empire heartless and cruel enough to deal out to you the punishment that you so righteously deserve. Your imprisonment is my freedom.”

Once more, Chrysalis, becoming agitated, spat an insult through her gag, but even before the air had finished escaping her mouth, she heard a swish and once again, her backside was stinging unbearably, causing her once again to experience the cycle of pain. While she was squealing in agony, the stallion began to walk in a circle around her, and calmly but sternly continued, “I told you to be silent. Those first two strokes with the cane were your gentle warning. The next attempt at speech out of turn will be met with real punishment for defiance of your jailer. But coming to the matter at hand, you have been brought to this prison underneath the city to remain a prisoner for the rest of your days, during which time you will be severely tortured and humiliated without mercy. As for your people, we’ve overrun your hive and imprisoned all of your former subjects. If you attempt to escape, they will all die. If you disobey, I will make you watch them be mutilated and executed one by one until you obey.”

She gasped sharply. No! she thought. Let them do whatever they want with me, but leave my children alone. The thought, although being unvoiced, was desperate. She had prepared herself for extreme maltreatment, but she was not ready to see her beloved subjects come to harm. She had started a war, not for her own gain, but on their behalf. In seconds, the rage that she had been fostering moments ago now turned to great mental agony, but she did not have long to dwell on this. She heard the pony stop behind her and the snap of something like latex. Then suddenly, she felt something very hard and pliable pressed again her exposed tail hole, followed by the stallion’s hooves on her flanks. She let out a questioning, whimpering sound, and was answered with, “Time to lay down the ground rules.”

The changeling heard the sound of magic being channeled into a horn, and felt a touch of moisture at her backdoor entrance. That was all the warning she had before the stallion roughly forced his member into her with a small grunt. Chrysalis screamed as she was suddenly stretched excruciatingly by a stallionhood of massive circumference and length. The pony thrust again and she screamed even louder as more of the pony’s thickness was buried in her tight rear, barely aided at all by magical lubrication or the condom. A third push slammed his thighs against her butt, eliciting yet another cry as he finished forcing his full length inside. Tears were already wetting her blindfold.

Through her mire of agony, she felt the hooves press firmly into her sides, and the stallion slowly started to pull out, causing her to whimper and shed more tears. When he was almost completely out of her, with only the tip inside, he shoved forward once again, and her butt engulfed his entire dick at once. Her jaw was pained from stretching against the bridle, her tail and mane roots felt like they were certainly about to give way, and her abused ass was a pure, living Tartarus, but of course, her torturer allowed her no break or chance to adjust to this new feeling. He began brutally thrusting his whole length in and out of her.

“The princesses have given me authority to do whatever I desire to do to you, and I decided that normal torture was not good enough punishment for you injustices. Your ass is going to be fucked every day for the rest of your miserable life, and that’s just for starters. I’m going to make sure you live almost constantly in pain. First rule: Starting from this moment forth, your name will be ‘bitch,’ and that’s the name I’ll call you by, unless I want to call you ‘slave’ or ‘cum-dumpster.’ Get used to that then. Second rule: you do what I say, when I say, or you will suffer pain more unimaginably terrible than your wildest nightmares could conjure.”

Though her tail hole was not becoming any looser, he was now plunging quickly in and out of it, causing her to sob and weep for the suffering. But that apparently wasn’t enough for him. Unexpectedly, something wooden hit her left butt-cheek with a “thwap,” causing her to cry out somehow even louder. Next it came down on her right cheek with an equally loud sound echoing off the walls and as well as a response from the punished queen. “Also, I’m very fond of giving spankings with many types of implements. The cane as you felt earlier is good for sharp warnings, but the hairbrush delivers a nice, deep warming that you’re feeling now.”

Chrysalis assumed she had been in anal hell for about ten minutes and that her hindquarters were crimson even through her black exterior. He was now picking up his speed, ramming in and out of her while spanking her as she sobbed and cried. “Oh and keep crying.” He said. “It just makes me more excited.” With that, he began to pound her backside for another eternity. Finally, he like out a satisfied series of grunts, and slammed into her one last time. She could feel his seed even through the condom, and was disgusted and horrified beyond her wits.

He pulled out and stepped away, leaving her to her tears. Chrysalis was no virgin and she was no prima donna. She had born a daughter, whom she now was praying to be alive, and she had been in battles, captured by the enemy and brutally interrogated. Nonetheless, this heartless treatment was foreign to her. At least he’s done, she thought.

“Hm, what next?” he asked whimsically.

He still wants more after that?! His question brought fresh, salty tears streaming past her blindfold and dripping into her open mouth, accompanied by more sobs.

“Oh, yes,” he said to her with a sadistic chuckle. “I’ve read that you female’s aren’t like us males. You require foreplay first. Well I thought a good ass fucking would be a nice way to start the day off. No, before I leave, you’re going to be begging to suck my cock just to take your mind off the anguish in your ass.” He strode back over to her and she braced herself.

“That little respite I gave you was a little too long. I guess I should reacquaint you with the sting of the cane.” Once again, there was that dreaded swish, followed by a thin, acute agony, but this pain was not concentrated on her butt. The stroke came to her upper thighs, which made her jump and make a very high pitched sound. It hurt there much more than on her butt. “From now on, I’m only going to use the cane on your ass as a precursor to sex. This punishment spanking, however, is meant for the legs.” Before he had even finished, the cane burned her again in the exact same place that still burned from the last time.

The pony punished her with stroke after stroke. She tried to count them, but lost count at twenty. His aim was remarkable, because he seemed to be able to perfectly land the cane on one of three points on her thighs that made her scream the loudest. “You know what gives me such glee, bitch? Whenever I hit you here,” he struck her just under her cheeks. “You make a high note, but when I cane you here,” he struck at the middle. “You make a low note. And when I punish you in the middle of those places,” he did just so. “You make a note in the middle of those. Let’s see if we can play a song.”

With that, the unicorn alternated spanking her in those places. To her great displeasure, though she tried her best to keep quiet, the pain was too great, and her mouth was still held open. Her pained shrieks played out some simple, unrecognizable tune at a slow tempo. He laughed through the whole process. “Hah, I didn’t know the changelings were such gifted performers.” he joked. By now, Chrysalis was just doing her very best to keep her head still, and maintain her sanity, trying her very best to ignore his jests.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about your ass.” After hearing this, a new kind of pain gripped her cheeks. She gave a short gasp more out of surprise than pain, but before the harsh after burn of whatever he had hit he with even could set in, it came again… and again and again. Swiftly and skillfully the stallion made many quick, but searing slaps on her, completely stealing her ability to keep still. When the surprise of one strike came, she felt the burn of the previous one heat up and register as pain just in time for the next to come. The frequency of the whipping was so high that within seconds, she was emitting one long cry.

Over her scream the stallion continued to talk in a calm and almost detached tone. “I love the brush the most, because it gives a good mix of burn and speed, but the strap (as you’re feeling now) is built just for speed. I just thought I’d tell you, because after a while, if I feel like it, I might let you pick your punishment tool, provided that you acquire a specific taste for the feel of any specific one.” He continued to strap her butt for a long time. With each passing second, the pain washing over her became worse. At one point, she finally could not help herself and tried to plead for him to stop. The plea was met with only the strap burning her thighs until she realized that the stallion was completely intransigent, and ceased trying.

She was just forced to lay there, bound and gagged with the sound of leather meeting tender flesh coupled with her anguished screams echoing off the walls and pounding in her ears. She had hoped to remain defiant of her tormentor in the beginning, but now the thought on her mind was the hope that the pain would end soon. Finally, the pony paused. A moment of tension passed when she feared that he would introduce another torture device. Something touched her rear. She flinched in both surprise, and moaned in pain. Thankfully it was only his hoof that rubbed over her now very sensitive skin.

“Well, it looks like I’ve done a god job. You have reached what I call ‘the cliff.’ Any more of this and you will resign yourself to the pain. I don’t want that, so it’s time for something else.” He walked over to where this had started, and she heard some rusting again and maybe a tinkle of metal. Then there was the sound of magic, and suddenly, the straps of her bridle her unfastened, and it was removed from her. She seized this chance to move her jaw as she pleased, relishing the moment to cope with the soreness.

But the moment was short-lived. Something else was shoved into her mouth. It was a metal cylinder, which kept her wide open and her tongue pressed against the bottom of its interior. Straps went around her head and clasped together in the back. Well, she thought. I don’t appreciate this, but at least there’s not an annoying bit in there anymore.

But as if he had read her thoughts, he said, “Don’t get too comfortable just yet. You’re still going to service me.” Without any warning, she got the first taste of the pre-cum on his cock, which was now sliding into her mouth. This was too much for her and she pulled desperately again her restraints and shrieked. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, delivering another few tranquilizing strokes to the back of her legs with the cane. “You’re going to suck my cock quietly, or you’ll get a whipping the whole way through until I cum.”

And he pushed his dick all the way to the back of her throat until she gagged. “Oh? Not used to deepthroating are you? Oh well. I’ll train you for that later, but for now…” He began to thrust again, reaching the back of her throat each time. As much as she tried to tell herself that this was not happening, there was no way that she could make herself think otherwise. His cock tasted bitter, still having a bit of seed from his earlier orgasm on it that mixed with her saliva, which was now providing an excellent lubricant for him to slide effortlessly in and out of her front orifice. To make matters worse, because of the way her tongue was positioned, it was forced to get the full taste without a chance to shy away.

But the taste was only part of the agony. My mouth is being used by something, which I would in any other scenario call food, to make it spill filth into me! Her mind yelled. Even the idea was so intensely demoralizing, and yet there the pony was, pummeling her face away. This brought a fresh bath of tears from her.

Yet this only caused her tormenter to say, “By the way, the more you cry, the faster I’ll cum.”

This was the final straw for Queen Chrysalis. With the verbal mention that the mighty despot of the changelings was being used for a pony’s pleasure, her resolve for the moment broke and she began freely crying and sobbing loudly despite the spanks that came. Her sobs consisted of a rhythm of three very sharp intakes of breath at a time, followed by a loud outcry. Despite this intense show of sorrow, it did not help her a bit. The best she could do was hope he would hurry up and finish. So the walls echoed once more with her sobs, cries, and the explicit sound of his wet dick punishing her mouth.

Eventually, his pumping sped up and she guessed that he was nearing climax, so she braced herself for the disgusting taste of pony sperm. But to her surprise he suddenly pulled out before a conclusion. “No, no yet.” He said with a grunt. This hole will get special treatment later, but as for my orgasm now…” His horn activated again, and for the first time, light poured into her eyes as the blindfold was ripped off. She was staring straight at his cock. A red aura was encircling it, and appearing to stroke it. “Holes are lovely,” he said with a light grunt. “But magic-jobs will always be my favorite way to cum.”

And with that he shot a huge load into the handkerchief (being levitated) that had just served as her blindfold. This was followed by two more powerful spurts before the stallion was finally done. Finished, he wiped off a lingering drop of cum with it. The red aura shot towards her. She heard a slicing sound from behind, and suddenly, her head and tail were free, allowing her to look at the stallion before her.

From his voice, she had expected to see one of the young, brown royal guards under the Celestia’s command, but what she saw surprised her. He was tall, as tall as she was, and his coat was purely white. His long, black mane parted into two remarkably neat and symmetrical halves that poured from the top of his head. He was not too muscular, but something about him told her that he could hold his own in a brawl, if he was better nourished. She could almost see his bones through his skin. Yet his most distinguishable feature was his face. His visage was gaunt and ghostlike. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his pale-blue eyes seemed to bore into her soul. At first, she thought he might have been over sixty, but there were no features of aging anywhere on his body. Turning to show off his cutie mark —a red river with flames for water— he said, “Gaze upon Acheron, the black mage named after the river of pain itself.”

Around his horn and the sperm-stained handkerchief a red aura flowed, his magical signature visible. “This cloth is satin; such a waste for me to get it dirty. Clean it.” The magic extended to her and loosened the ring-gag from her mouth. Then the purple cloth moved near her maw. She had immediately realized what he was implying. Immediately the rage that had been put down not too long ago rekindled. Against all reason, she answered his gesture with a voice partially lowered by the mucous in her throat. “You may think I am soft just because I cried in front of you, but if you think that I, the queen of the greatest country on the planet will degrade myself, then you are sorrowfully mistaken.”

To her surprise, she did not feel another sting on her rear. Instead, the stallion gave a restrained, but haughty grin. “Stupid Bitch, did you already forget why I can command you however I like?” His horn lit up, and, turning, he lowered his head. A beam of magic shot forth and stuck a large mirror just behind him. Her reflection disappeared with a flash and was replaced by another view. Chrysalis now stared, as though through a window, at a room which held three bound, female changelings, looking like they were just fresh from maturation. Beside them were austere, Equestrian guards, holding spears poking into their captives’ sides. “One word from me,” he said. “And they can all go to Tartarus.”

The queen immediately recognized these changelings, and suddenly her heart of stone melted. Desperately, she cried out to them, “Dawn, Twilight, Midnight!” She looked frantically to the stallion, who was still smiling. “Please, let them go!”

“Not a chance, but you can still save them from a most gruesome death, if you do what I say.” Chrysalis looked to her children and then back to the filthy rag in front of her. She knew immediately what she had to do. She loved them too much. She would do anything for them, even renounce her nobility. With tears in her eyes, she extended her tongue and began lapping up the seed from the cloth, closing her eyes and trying not to think too much about the desecration of her body.

For a little while she tried to hold it all in her mouth and spit it out when he left, but he commanded, “Swallow it like a good slave.” She let out a sob and tilted her head back. The bitter slime slid down her throat, and she tensed up. The feeling came to her, and she wanted so badly to succumb to the heaving feeling in her stomach to purge herself of the atrocity that had defiled her. She had swallowed pony seed, but she could not throw it up. He would just make her lick it all back up. When she had regained control of herself and started finishing the deed, he said, “You’re going to learn to love that taste. Trust me.” She said nothing, but licked faster. She had to finish, and make him leave.

When she finally had consumed all it, his horn flashed and the handkerchief was dry of spit. Then it returned to cover her eyes. “Alright, we’re done.” He said to her great relief. “Before I leave though, who’s the bitch who swallows my cum?”

She was silent, until she remembered her subjects. Sobbing again, she answered, “I am.”

“And who’s going to take my cock in her tight ass tomorrow?”

“I am.” Chrysalis heard him walk to the back of the room.

“See you bright and early then.” The door opened and shut, and she heard the locks slide into place.