The three teenage mares stared forward at the cave wall, each strapped down to a padded bench, waiting. The past weeks had been pure misery, and it was written on their faces. Sweetie Belle was grim and resolute. Apple Bloom fidgeted in a constant state of agitation. Scootaloo was catatonic.
Sick laughter echoed down the hall as three of their new rulers strode into the room, joking and bragging. Their claws scratched the stone floor as they approached. Three griffins, male, drunk and horny, one a wiry soldier, the second a muscular athlete, the third a fat officer, each eyeing a delectable filly prize.
"Pass the butter, Private."
Apple Bloom cringed at the squelching sounds of three adult griffons lubing up their thick, pointed cocks, and squealed into her ball-gag as the skinny private groped her round, coltish butt. She almost hyperventilated as the griffon bellied up to her and placed the point of his slick stick on her anus.
He twirled the filly's red mane around a talon as his compatriots got in position next to the other two. "Jeez, I love Equestria..."
Apple Bloom's golden eyes went wide as the cock stretched out her tight asshole, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. She could do nothing against the burning, stabbing pain. She was too scared to even cry into her gag. All she could do was whimper softly as he sunk into her, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.
She felt delirious from pain as the soldier thrust in and out of her, fucking her with no mercy or compassion. He kept playing with her mane as he screwed her, making her skin prickle with disgust.
She wanted to look to her friends for support, but they were each trapped in their own world of misery. The fat one had picked Sweetie Belle, covering the pure-white filly with his flab, contaminating her with his stench and sweat as he humped her like a dog. He leant down to lick her face, his tongue trailing up from her jaw to her cheek, the stink of carnivore breath in her nose. She tried to maintain her impassive stare, but Apple Bloom could see the tell-tale cringe of disgust in her green eyes.
Scootaloo had it no better. The athletic griffon grabbed her wings like handlebars and reamed the orange filly's ass hard and fast enough to make the bench creak and shudder underneath. He hurled a stream of invective at the "purple-headed runty pegasus cunt" beneath him as he slammed away, racing towards his climax. Her face remained catatonic and expressionless, but a thin trail of tears ran down from each of her eyes.
The three griffons screeched, almost simultaneously.
Apple Bloom burned with disgust as she felt the flood of hot sperm fill her bowels. Her rapist slammed forward, determined to make the final few thrusts extra-degrading, and groaned as his cum poured out into her hole. She felt uncomfortably full and utterly empty at the same time. Warm jizz ran down her crack and over her pussy as the griffon pulled out.
All three griffons walked in front of their fillies, and removed their gags. Apple Bloom wrinkled her nose as the filthy cock was proffered to her. They had not been given enemas beforehand. She could see nothing... visible in the well-lit cave, but suffice to say, the cock reeked of sex, blood, and shit.
She wrapped her lips around it, licking off the dirt, the blood, and the cum as the griffons laughed at them. The taste was beyond revolting. If she had eaten anything in the last two days, she would have been sick.
The blowjob continued until the taste had faded. Her two friends had received similar treatments, though the fat one that used Sweetie Belle wiped his dirty cock directly under the filly's nose before he let her suck it. The gags were replaced and the three griffons left, full of cheer, as the fillies stewed in their misery.
Shortly after, two more figures walked into the room: a griffon and a pony on a leash. The griffon led the pony over to Sweetie Belle, who squirmed as pink-tinted cum seeped from her ass, and pushed her face into the filly's butthole. The mare ate out Sweetie Belle's ass with gusto, slurping up cum, pausing to savor the taste, before diving back in for more. Once the white filly was thoroughly clean, the mare sat up, and spoke.
"Mmmm... Gideon."
The griffon said nothing, and led the mare over to Scootaloo, who murmured softly at the gentle touch of a tongue on her asshole. The mare was careful not to hurt the filly as she lapped away the jizz and blood, doing her best to soothe Scootaloo with her tongue. She sat up again after she had finished, smacked her lips, and said:
"Hm. A tricky one. I think... Gerold!"
She was led to the last remaining filly. Apple Bloom moaned into the gag at the surprisingly tender feeling. The thought of having her butt licked was weird and gross - especially considering who was doing the licking - but she couldn't deny it was the most pleasant sensation she'd felt in days. It was almost therapeutic as the mare lapped up the cum and ass-juices.
"Aaaaand... Graham!"
The griffon laughed. "I knew you'd win my bet, whore! All three members of my squad, identified by their cum alone. Good job!"
"Thank you for the awesome opportunity, master! Do I get a reward?"
"As I promised, an end to the punishment rations for all our captives. You're being upgraded to slave rations!"
"Twice the calories! Thank you master, thank you thank you!"
"Gag on my dick, whore, before I change my mind."
The sloppy sound of a rough blowjob echoed through the room. Despite herself, Apple Bloom felt the corner of her lips turning ever-so-slightly upwards.
"Pinkie Pie can bring a smile to anyone's face," she thought.
Dirty Martini (Coco Pommel, date rape, broken condom, watersports, anthro)
Thunderlane laughed to himself as he slid the lubricated condom over his shaft. Sometimes bitches made it too easy. He checked the bathroom door one last time. Still locked. Between the 'out-of-order' sign he'd slapped on the front, and the spare set of keys his foul janitor friend had loaned him, he knew he wouldn't be interrupted.
His mare was kneeling over the toilet, bracing herself with her arms on the seat, groaning softly. He had already hiked up her red miniskirt and pulled down her panties to feel up her cunt, and though she'd squirmed and mewled, the cream-colored fur on her back shifting as she shuddered, all she'd had the strength to mutter was:
"use c'ndom..."
He walked over to her, picked her up, and pushed her back up against the stall door. She was still conscious, but her eyes were unfocused, and she couldn't stop her bob of icy-blue mane falling into her face. He grabbed the collar of her low-cut top and yanked downwards, her pert tits pushing out as he did. He held her neck with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other, feeling the barest hint of involuntary moisture, He was close enough to smell her perfume, and the hint of vodka and olive on her breath.
Thunderlane couldn't help but laugh again as he groped the semi-conscious mare. When he hadn't been able to score any hoofies, he thought he'd be going home tonight with his dick dry. All he had at home was a tiny bottle of GHB - while effective, it tasted like concentrated salt and plastic fumes, and even the dumbest slut would know something was up if he dosed a cider or a fruity cocktail.
But then this idiot in front of him was downing dirty Martinis, full of olive brine, gin and salt. The one drink nasty enough to disguise the taste of GHB, and this whore picked it. He couldn't believe his luck. He bet she couldn't believe hers, either.
He reached down and hiked up one of her legs until her ankle was on his shoulder. The mare - Coco, he remembered - wasn't particularly flexible and winced from the strain, helplessly trying to find footing with her other leg, her pelvis slipping forward to try to ease the pain. This movement had the unintended benefit of spreading her pussy and lining it up with his cock.
Thunderlane slammed balls-deep in a single thrust.
"Ah." Coco's cry was soft, no louder than a hiss of pain from tweezing a hair.
He held himself there for a moment, revelling in the tight caresses of Coco's twat. Her vaginal walls clamped down on him, not particularly hot between the condom and the fact that she was utterly unaroused, but still delightful. If he'd wanted heat, he could have gone for her back hole, but he didn't feel like it tonight. He wanted something more romantic.
Instead of pulling out, he rocked his body forward, trying to push even deeper inside her. She didn't cry out, but he saw the tell-tale grimace of pain as the tip of his cock rammed against her cervix. Mares had told him that being rammed too hard there felt like a punch to the gut, but on the other hand, it was a somewhat pleasant sensation for the flare of his cock. A little pleasure for him won out against a lot of pain for a slut any day of the week. He rammed forward several more times until Coco began to whine softly, then pulled out to the tip before thrusting in and out smoothly.
Coco's body dripped with sweat. She squirmed as if trying to escape, but lacked the awareness to even push against him. When he'd seen her at the bar, he'd thought she had the most innocent and most cute face he'd ever seen. Seeing that same face slack from drugs, contorting with pain and confusion, was impossibly adorable to him. His hips slapped against hers as he fucked her, and he wanted to kiss her pretty lips, but didn't dare for fear of consuming his own date-rape drug. He settled instead for licking her face, slobbering over her cheeks, and couldn't help but bite her neck hard enough to leave a hickey when her pussy clamped down on him.
He felt his orgasm approaching, and increased his speed. The stall wall creaked and shuddered as he slammed into her, her whole body shaking with force as he pummelled in and out like a boxer on a speed-bag. He grabbed her hair with one hand and her tit with the other, digging his fingers in and squeezing hard enough to leave an ugly set of bruises. Just as he felt his balls clench, he had a sadistic thought.
Grinning, he pulled out until only the very tip was inside her, then grabbed his shaft in a tight fist. He thrust back into her, not letting go of his grip, until he felt the tell-tale flick of his condom snapping, then released and thrust all the way in.
"Got a special surprise for you, bitch," he whispered into her ear, and then came.
A shudder ran through his hips as the first spurt filled her. He hadn't blown his load in a week, and now every drop of cum was desperately coursing through him to fill up the pretty mare, the one whose only plea upon facing her impending rape was to beg for a condom. Somehow, Thunderlane doubted she was on the pill. He gave a few half-thrusts, feeling his warm cum ooze out around his dick and flow down to his balls. He hadn't felt a cumshot this powerful since the last time he'd raped a mare.
He stayed there for a while, nibbling on her neck and ear as she whimpered incoherently, feeling his shaft soften inside her. He unhooked her leg from his shoulder, pulled away and set her down, sitting in a head with her head back, resting on the toilet seat. Her arms flailed uselessly for a moment before falling to her sides. Stepping back, he looked down at her to admire the devastation.
Her eyeshadow ran down her face in trails from her quiet tears, and the fur on her cheek, neck, and ears was sticky from his saliva. Her tits flopped out of her top, bruises already showing through the thin cream fur where he'd mauled and squeezed them, The leg that he'd stretched upward twitched pathetically, and a river of pink-tinted jizz flowed from her pussy, still stretched open a half-inch. He smiled. Fucking a mare hard enough to bleed always felt like an achievement. One last thing to do.
He ran his fingers up his soft cock and along his balls, until he'd collected up all the cum he'd spilled on them. He walked over to Coco, held her mane with his clean and, and forced his cum-covered fingers into her mouth.
"Eat up, bitch."
She whined, moving her tongue against him more as an act of protest than an act of cleaning, but after sloshing his fingers over her tongue, teeth, and gums for half a minute, he was sure that she'd had a good taste. His fingers clean, he turned, walked to the door, and took out the keys.
Then he stopped. He felt a pressure on his bladder. He couldn't exactly walk back in after he'd left, not with his victim waiting to be found! He turned and walked toward the urinals.
Then he stopped again. An evil grin spread across his face.
"Oh Coco," he whispered, standing over her as he aimed his soft cock.
She looked up at the mention of her name, eyes glazed. "Yhm?" she murmured.
Thunderlane let loose with a stream of hot, yellow piss. It hit her directly between the eyes, the foul liquid darkening her coat, covering her liberally as he shifted his stream to soak her face. She blinked and sputtered pathetically, but didn't have the presence of mind to shut her mouth or her eyes. His bladder was mightily full, enough to drench her mane until it was wringing wet and plastered to her head, before going down her body to soak her bruised tits, her ripped clothes, and even splash against her well-fucked slit. He returned to her face as the pressure weakened, and could only regret that GHB interfered with memory. He wanted this innocent little cunt to remember being used as a urinal for the rest of her life.
He pinched the end of his dick before the last spurts came out, and forced the tip between Coco's lips. The last of his piss filled her mouth, though she stayed there, not swallowing or spitting it out. He withdrew his cock, pinched her lips together, and held her nose.
"Flush," he said. His cock twitched as she swallowed his piss.
Thunderlane zipped his jeans back up, whistling with contentment as Coco slumped on the floor, rivulets of piss running down her face and tits, still leaking cum from her freshly-raped cunt.
His work here was done.
All Apologies (Applejack, Rarity, humanized, rimming, watersports)
"You both know why you're here," said Filthy Rich, his arms folded across his bare chest.
"Yes, sir," said Applejack and Rarity, sadly. They hung their heads, and held their arms behind their backs to show off their bare breasts.
"You," he looked at Rarity, "must take supply problems into account when setting deadlines. And you," he looked at Applejack, "must have contingencies in place if you cannot produce enough goods to meet one of my shipments. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," they repeated.
"You both well know that I could sue either of you into bankruptcy for the trouble you've caused me," he said, sternly, "but instead, I am giving you a chance to apologize. Few ponies receive this privilege. Now please, begin your apology."
The two shuffled forward, Rarity walking behind him, Applejack approaching the front. Filthy watched with pleasure as the two gorgeous mares got to their knees, and moved their heads forward. Applejack took his cock into her mouth and began to suck, while Rarity spread his ass-cheeks wide, sighed forlornly, and pushed her face into his crack.
Filthy Rich smiled at the twin sensations of the purple-haired beauty struggling to push her tongue into his anus as the buxom farmgirl slobbered on his knob. Applejack quickly worked up to a sloppy deepthroat, and with a mixture of licking, slurping, and outright tongue-fucking, Rarity was well-and-truly eating out his asshole.
He groaned and held Applejack's head in place as he came, her lips sealed around the tip of his thick cock, ensuring that she tasted every thick, sludgy drop of his cum before she swallowed it. Rarity pushed her face in harder, practically French-kissing his anus, her lips molded around it in a perfect seal as she slipped her tongue inside.
Once his orgasm died down, the pair pulled away, sitting back on their heels and looking thoroughly miserable. They knew their job was not yet done.
"Come on, girls. You know the drill."
Applejack and Rarity switched places, the fashionista gently taking the tip of his half-hard cock between her lips as the farmer got behind him to lick at his spit-slicked hole. Filthy waited for a moment, enjoying the physical sensation, as well as the humiliation of these two mares.
Then, he sighed.
Rarity's cheeks bulged out with piss, her eyes flying open wide, only catching herself at the last moment to avoid spilling it all out. She swallowed the hot, brackish liquid as fast as she could. Filthy cut off the flow to let her catch up. Though he would gladly hose this stuck-up slut down with his yellow piss and soak the luscious purple mane that she took such pride in, he had no desire to get piss on his office floor. The muscles on Applejack's neck bulged out as she tongued him desperately.
Once Rarity had cleared the first mouthful, he continued his flow. Rarity's brow furrowed as she did her best to keep up with the flow of disgusting liquid, her nostrils wide with shock and nausea, her throat bobbing up and down as she drank. Applejack's tongue was simply divine, what she lacked in her friend's finesse, she made up for in enthusiasm.
Filthy grabbed Applejack's blonde mane, holding her in place as a small fart escaped. She retched and tried to pull away, but held in place she could only continue to lick. A tingle of pleasure spread through Filthy's entire body as the flow of his piss became a trickle.
He pinched his cock and pushed the girls away, and turned around. Applejack looked up at him, mouth open, as he shook the last few spurts into her mouth. She collected half a mouthful of yellow piss before he was empty. She then closed her mouth, swilled it in and out between her teeth like a capful of mouthwash, gargled it briefly, and swallowed. Filthy smirked. Just as she'd been taught.
The two girls sat back on their heels, both looking decidedly unwell. Rarity's cheeks were an odd shade of green, and Applejack was dry-heaving.
Filthy Rich dressed himself, straightened his tie, and looked down at the sad pair. "Apology accepted."
They looked up at him, thoroughly miserable. "Thank y-you, Mister Rich," they said in unison.
"Excellent. Now get out."
The pair dressed quickly and left, grateful to be free and leave this place.
Filthy walked back to his desk, a spring in his step, and sat down. He pressed the buzzer for the intercom.
"Sir?"
"Be a doll and arrange an 'after-lunch special' for me, would you?"
"Yes, sir. Anypony in mind?"
"Hmm. How about that Pegasus teenager, the one with the vandalism trouble. The orange one."
"Miss Scootaloo, sir?"
"That's the ticket. Dot her in for one o'clock. We need to have a very frank discussion..."
Meeting arranged, Filthy took out his files and began the morning's paperwork. His job wasn't always easy, but it had its perks....
Tar cringed as warm jizz flooded her mouth. This load was thinner than the last, less bitter, almost like a really salty shot of milk that had been left on the counter for a day. She raced to swallow it before any could spill out. It took forever to clean out of her fur.
Usually, they withdrew quickly after they had finished. This one lingered a little longer, content to let Tar suckle gently on the tip until the very final drops of ejaculate had been washed away. She felt it tug softly backwards, and opened her mouth. The shrinking cock withdrew from the gloryhole. A male voice grunted something that might have been 'thank,' followed by hooves on tiles and a stall door swinging open and shut.
She wiped her mouth with a hoof, and looked around the bathroom stall. Same as ever. Stupid graffiti. Out of toilet paper. Filthy toilet. Piss-stained floor. Hole in the wall...
She jumped as a dick suddenly intruded through the wall, and scowled with recognition. It was her pervert math teacher's cock, the familiar pattern of mottled pink on the side a dead giveaway. He must spend half his wages on the gloryhole, she thought. Opening her mouth, she moved forward to take it in, and cringed at the unusual musky-honey taste. He'd obviously just finished fucking another student...
The teacher finished quickly, his smaller load still enough to fill her mouth, and withdrew to be replaced by another dick. Tar continued to suck cocks, small ones and long ones, jock dicks and nerd dicks, every horny little fuck-up in the school with enough pocket change to fill the admission fare. Her withers ached from holding herself in this position, and her tongue was completely numb. She felt a mixture of boredom and disgust as a random shaft coated her teeth, gums and tongue with the thickest load yet. In this tiny place, she couldn't even tell what time it was. It might not even be second period yet...
After licking the ropey jizz clean of the cock, he withdrew, and was not replaced. There was an insistent knock at the stall door. Tar slid the lock, and opened up. Petunia and Blueberry glared down at her.
"H-hey," said Tar, nervous and hopeful. "Are - are we finished for the day?"
Blueberry rolled her eyes, and Petunia laughed derisively. "'Are we finished for the day?'" mocked Petunia, "As if! Pig. Idiot."
"We wanted to say you're taking too long," said Blueberry. "They're not finishing fast enough. If you don't stop slacking, you're gonna have to miss lunch."
Tar felt an icy pang of rejection in her gut. "I'm trying my best, guys, I don't know how to do it any better..."
"Well, maybe some dumb coal-colored slut should have thought about that before she threw up all over my best friend's six-hundred bit prom dress, huh?"
"I - I'm..." Tar cringed, and looked down. "I'm sorry..."
"Relax, idiot," said Blueberry. "The next guy is paying triple. He's got a weird request, but you'll be okay. As long as you remember to swallow..."
Tar nodded, eager to prove herself useful. "Of c-course!"
The mares rolled their eyes and shut the stall door. Bits changed hooves, and a cock slipped through the hole. This one wasn't even hard yet. Tar sighed. It would take a while...
She wrapped her lips around it and a second later her mouth filled with hot, salty piss. She froze, unable to move, unable to spit it out, unable to drink it down. The stallion cut his flow off before the pressure forced it out of his mouth, but he was clearly waiting.
"As long as you remember to swallow..."
The piss, and her dignity, slipped down Tar's throat. She heard a sigh and the flow continued. This time she was faster, drinking down the musky liquid, feeling conflicted and worthless. She'd already swallowed cum, and that didn't taste any better. It probably tasted worse.
But then, every slut in Canterlot High had tasted cum at some point. Not even the skankiest, lowliest, most desperate-for-attention whore would drink a stallion's piss. That wouldn't make you a slut. It would make her a urinal.
She closed her eyes in shame as she drank the flow of brackish, yellow liquid directly from the source. Once the piss had tapered off, she kept her mouth there, expecting him to withdraw. He didn't. Instead, she felt the tell-tale twitch of a cock beginning to harden.
It was going to be a long day indeed...
The Old Ways, Part One (Silver Spoon, aged up, gangrape, impregnation)
Silver Spoon tugged at her bonds, desperately seeking an out. She was suspended in the lone cell in the Ponyville Jail, dangling from four straps around her hooves leading up to four eye-bolts in the ceiling directly above her. She could jiggle like a marionette and exhaust herself, but soon realized she had no hope of freeing herself.
Not that it would help, much. She'd seen the line of citizens that stretched out of the jail waiting for her, after all...
Sterling Silver walked into the room, and looked at his daughter with an expression of grave disappointment.
"Father, please!" cried the filly. "You don't have to do this!"
He sniffed. "You are well aware of our customs, Silver. Had you not wished to end up in this position, you should not have given your body over to that young Pegasus."
"R-rumble's not even my boyfriend! We just made out, he put a hoof between my legs, that's it I swear!"
"That may be so, but rumors have spread, and you have no ironclad way of denying them." Sterling sighed. "By taking him as your lover, and a potential father of any child-"
"I'm not pregnant!"
"Yet," thought her father, and then continued, "-by taking him, you have given this young colt a claim into the family line. A claim against our property. A claim against our wealth. A claim against our heritage. There is only one way to solve this, Silver. It pains me to do it, but it must be done."
"No! I'm a grown mare, I'm not a child any more, you can't do this to me!"
"His claim must be diluted. Every virile stallion in Ponyville must have his way with you. There will be no way of claiming parentage and no way of claiming emotional connection. They will have a claim to your flesh, but not to your name, Silver, and I hope I have raised you well enough to know which one is more important. Afterwards, you will be sent to a boarding house where you will atone for a year, and then you may return with your dignity restored."
Tears ran down her cheeks. "No..."
"Don't be sad, my little filly. We still care for you. In fact, your friend Diamond Tiara even volunteered to fluff for you. She's outside in the hallway as we speak, fellating the first stallion in line to full hardness. If not for her, you would be bound in a way that allowed the stallions full access to your mouth, as well."
Silver Spoon cried softly. "I'm sorry, father..."
He gave a small smile. "I know."
She stared at the wall as her father walked from the room.
She was alone. How many stallions lived in Ponyville? How many would come for day like this? She tried to think of all the stallions she'd seen lined up outside, leering at her as she was marched in. Some of them she didn't even recognize.
The door slammed open.
"M-mister Cake?"
He was walking towards her.
"Mister Cake, you're m-marr-"
He was running.
"Ah! Please, don't -"
His hooves were braced on her hips.
"Don't do this please I'm a filly I didn't do-"
Cock - gigantic - lined up with her thin, tight line of a pussy.
"Stop stop stop stop-"
Eyes unfocused, biting his lip, her heart beating in her ears, pressing in, slick and well-lubricated and hot and painfully hard.
"Stop please stop you're gonna-"
Pushing past, splitting, tearing, feel of warm blood, still going, the baker's cock-
"Fluttershy, my dear..." Filthy Rich reached a hoof out to pet Fluttershy's mane, running it through her spectrally-soft pink locks. "You know what I want you to do."
"Yes, sir."
She looked up at him with a watery smile. She knew exactly what he wanted from her. It was the same as always. Just as unthinkable today as it had been the first time.
He planted an affectionate peck on her forehead, then sat up on his desk, hind legs dangling off the side, haunches splayed out. His cock dangled out of its sheath, half-erect. He'd cleaned it this time, at least. Fluttershy shuffled forward, the butter-yellow feathers on her wings ruffling restlessly, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.
"Look up at me," he said, and took in the sight. The most beautiful mare in Ponyville, an embarrassed blush on her cheeks, staring up at him with her wide teal eyes, her full lips wrapped around his cock. He sighed, and relaxed.
Piss rushed into Fluttershy's mouth, and her cheeks bulged out to accommodate it. She cringed as she swallowed, struggling to gulp down as much of the salty, musky liquid as possible, but didn't take her eyes off the stallion above her. His flow cut off just enough for her to catch up, and as she took a lingering breath through her nose - now filled with the smell of Filthy's cock and balls - it returned, forcing her to drink his waste once more.
He finally stopped, withdrawing his cock and letting Fluttershy fall back on her haunches, breathing hard and trying to contain her nausea as a full pint of piss settled uneasily inside her. She flinched as a splatter hit her face - the his very last jet of piss, dyeing her cheek an ugly shade of off-orange.
"Now, what do you say, Fluttershy?"
"Th-thank you, sir..."
"Very good!" Filthy Rich sat back down behind his desk and took out his checkbook. "It seems that the monthly contribution to your animal shelter is all in order. I'll see you again next week, my dear."
She smiled weakly as she took the check, wishing there was a shower she could hide in for a few days, It would be hours before she'd taste or smell anything that wasn't piss. In the end, though, it was for a good cause.
Hey buddy, good to see you. Thanks for agreeing to look after the bitch for the weekend. Really appreciated, you've saved me a ton of hassle.
It's pretty simple, you know what she's good for. Make sure she's fed twice a day, remind her to get on the treadmill if you can, but don't sweat it. I've got cameras installed after all, and she knows I'm gonna be going over them to make sure she's been a good girl when I'm back. Other than that, try all her holes out, get her to eat out your asshole, make her lick your feet clean, go wild.
Oh, there's one thing I haven't mentioned yet, just a little morning ritual I do with her every day. It's not that complicated, but - hell, I'll just show you it. Cunt! Get your skinny white ass over here!
Took you long enough, you dumb cow. You trying to embarrass me in front of my buddy, Rarity? Do I gotta beat into you how bad an idea that is again? No? Good. Now fuck off and get your bitch-bowl.
*sigh*
That's the problem with catching them late, they never learn to jump to it like they do if you start their training a few years younger. Man, you should see the things her little sister will do, she's a natural whore--
Finally. Assume the position, cunt.
So, every morning, I make her get down on her hands and knees, with her face in front of her dog bowl. Chin on the edge! I haven't taken a piss since I went to sleep last night, so here's the bit where I unzip my fly, whip it out, and...
Ahhhh
Look at how she cringes when I piss on her face. Never fails to bring a smile to mine! You think she'd have gotten used to it after all this time, but once a priss always a priss I guess. I'll move the spray around, make sure she gets it all over, get some in her mane, but I don't go too crazy. I want most of it to end up in the bowl.
Her makeup? Oh yeah, that, haha. Yeah, it's one of her jobs, every morning before I use her, she's gotta have her mane and face absolutely perfect. I let her look good for maybe five minutes a day before she's got mascara streaks down her cheeks where I piss on her. Look at the way she scrunches up those cherry-red lips! I guarantee she took four minutes alone turning those into the perfect target for me.
...That's better, I was bursting. I usually just shake the last drops on the floor, since she'll lick them up afterwards. I'd make her suck them straight out of the dick but... I don't really wanna touch her until she's dry.
There's another thing. Buddy, can I have a hand with this one? Not literally, don't worry. Just take your dick out - yeah, I see you're raring to go - and start stroking it, same as me. Yeah, like that. Jerk off while our little piss cunt kneels over her bowl. Think about her tongue deep in your ass while your cock splits her little sister's pussy in half...
Fuck...
Best part of every morning...
Getting close!
Okay, into the bowl! Yeah, right there just like that.
Whoof!
That's a lot of cum in there. Looks kinda smoky, don't you think? Like an egg cracked in a bowl of ramen. Hah, you hear that little sniffle? That's the bitch realizing that this is the closest she's ever getting to fine dining for the rest of her life.
Last of all, I walk around her like this, place my foot on the back of her head - this is why I didn't totally soak her mane - like so, and then... push down.
Gotta keep her face all the way down. If I see lipstick marks on the steel, she gets a treat at the end of the day. She's starting to glug it down now, so you might think it's time to ease off, but don't. This is an important part of reinforcement for her: she's a bitch, she's a receptacle for piss and cum, and she is literally and figuratively underfoot.
Used to be that as soon as she'd cleared enough of it to breathe in through the side, she'd try take a rest and catch her breath. I don't think she's dumb enough to try that again, but if she does... just grind your heel down until she gets a nosebleed.
Okay, she's just licking steel now, so here's what you do. Step off, grab her mane - c'mere, bitch! - and lift her head up. See that mirror over there? Make sure she looks right into it. You want her to see her ratty, wringing-wet mane, her bloodshot panda eyes, her bruised lips, her white coat tinted an ugly shade of yellow with my piss and cum, and even *ptui!* a glob of spit hanging down off her eyebrow. Let her see exactly how desirable and good looking she really is. Remind her where she belongs.
Now get on, bitch. Lick up that piss on the floor.
So, that's about it for her morning ritual. I usually put her in the cage until she dries off, then I let her wash after she's done her chores, but you can make her stay like this all day if you want. Try to make sure she eats out at least one asshole so she doesn't get rusty - what am I saying, you're a freak, she'll be lucky to spend an hour without her tongue in your ass at some point.
Anyway buddy, I gotta split. Thanks for the help! Enjoy Rarity!
In her daze, Silent Whisper could not remember the circumstances that led to her being unmasked as a changeling, nor the ones that led to her capture. She could only remember the bite of knockout magic, the darkness of her transport, the foulness of her gag, and odd, hollow voices. None of it mattered now, not stuck in this cell, surrounded by three stallions who were definitely not members of the Equestrian Royal Guard.
"You'd think they'd learn, wouldn't you?"
She couldn't see her captors, blindfolded as she was. She couldn't taste them in the air either. They'd stuffed a soiled jockstrap between her teeth, sealed her mouth with tape, and strapped her down to the board. All she could see was darkness, all she could smell was dried urine and pony sweat, and all she could feel were the ropes digging in to the soft joins in her chitin.
"Nah, think about it," said one of the others. "The ones that fuck up don't make it back to the hive. Like this idiot."
"Yeah. I kinda feel bad to the last one, y'know? Being sold as a mating post to a Diamond Dog lair is fucked up."
"Serves the bitch right. If she didn't want that, she should have learned to suck dick without getting her teeth all over it."
Silent Whisper tensed up. She didn't want to risk visibly testing her bonds, but they felt terrifyingly secure.
"I guess. Any leads for this one?"
"We've got two offers. The Pink Pussycat will buy her for four-thousand bits if we can train her properly, break her, get her to shape-shift on command and shit. Lotta opportunities for high rollers if they can get that."
"And the other?"
"The Pink Pussycat will buy her for four-hundred bits if we can't train her properly. They'll keep her in the basement strapped over a padded bench, a novelty fuck for anypony who wants to get the easy one out of the way."
The other stallion snorted. "Shit, that's less than what we got for that bitch from Ponyville, Silver Tiara or what the fuck her name was."
"It's a buyer's market, what can you do?"
"Take out my frustrations is what I can do..."
Silent Whisper hissed in pain as the stallion nipped her rump. All four legs kicked in panic but did nothing, strapped down by thick ropes. She froze deathly still as she felt two hooves rest on her back, and a hot, thick thing prodding at her nethers.
"Your training begins today, changeling whore..."
She grunted as the first stallion mounted her, his weight settling on her back, squeezing her wings between her body and her bonds. He wasted no time, his hips flicking forward, jabbing at her haunches with his thick flare. Her eyes went wide as she realised his size, easily as thick as a soda can. The last time she'd taken a cock anywhere near as large she'd been sopping wet and well-prepared, but right now she could only feel the barest hint of dampness between her legs.
It didn't stop the stallion from trying. His knob battered at her entrance a few times before pushing firmly against her, causing her to give a frightened whine into her gag. He made several attempts before going still.
"Buddy, pass the lube?"
Silent Whisper became acutely aware of the presence of her bonds as she waited beneath him. The cold metal legs of the bench underneath her, the thin pleather padding pressed against her undercarriage already sticky with her sweat, the ropes around her knees and fetlocks that dug in a pinch too hard, the synthetic sleeves over her wings, and worst of all the strange crystal band on her horn, nullifying her magic and giving her a headache on the outside. She heard the squelch of a tube being squeezed as the stallion lubed himself up, and then squealed as a blob of cold, slimy gel was pushed into her pussy.
The stallion closed the tube and prepared to mount her. She could feel herself beginning to hyperventilate. His hips pressed forward, and his cock once again pressed into her pussy. Her lower lips bulged out around it, still unprepared for the thickness, making her wiggle and twitch from the discomfort, but this time he persisted.
Her eyes went wide as the first four inches slipped inside her.
"Fuck."
The stallion swore above her, then licked her neck. She shivered as his wet, slimy tongue slithered up from the top of her shoulder to the back of her jaw. When he stuck his tongue in her ear and wiggled it like a dog going at a jar of meat paste, she gave a full-body shudder and tried to sprint away, forgetting for a split second that she was secured to the bench.
He didn't seem to notice. He continued his unpleasant ministrations as his cock pushed deeper inside her. Inch by inch it slid, her walls clinging to every bump and vein, his medial ring forcing her even wider and scraping along her insides. She coughed into her gag as something prodded her cervix uncomfortably. His hips pressed into her haunches, and she realised he was completely inside her.
Silent Whisper was far from a blushing virgin. As a changeling infiltrator she had seduced dozens of ponies of all genders, but this felt completely alien to her. The excitement, the heat, the delicious warmth of a pony locked inside her, the glorious satiation of being filled with cock for the first time after a long night of teasing, none of that was here.
It felt almost medical. Something was spreading her open, but the normal urge to grind back against it was gone, and in its place was the twinge of an overworked muscle and a fleeting urge to pee. Every part of her body that touched her rapist's body prickled with nauseating heat, and every part that was bare felt as if it had been dunked in an ice bath. Her limbs felt at once desperate to break free and as weak as jelly.
She could already feel his spit drying on her jaw. She could smell it.
The stallion pulled out, dragging his cock along her channel until only the tip was inside her, and pushed back in too smooth and too fast, so much so that Silent Whisper didn't register the pain and violation until he was already pulling back out. She nearly choked on her on spit, coughing and hacking and breathing through her nose, once again tasting the foul reside of piss and cum caked into the jock strap in her mouth. He rammed in and out and she tried to escape again, struggling fruitlessly for ten seconds before sagging in her bonds, looking at the other stallions in the room to silently beg for mercy but only seeing expressions of amusement and lust in return.
The stallion groaned as his first spurt of cum filled her up, ramming in even harder for the second. It burned like lye inside her.
Every muscle in her body had tensed up into a wall of living rock. Just drawing in each breath was a struggle, and even as the stallion dismounted her, his cock slipping free with a disgusting *slep* sound, she felt as if she was drowning. She could feel something trickling down her inner thigh, the lukewarm, sloppy mixture of cum, lube, and a hint of her juices.
The stallion walked around to her face, and slapped her cheek with his meat. It reeked of musk, sweat, unwashed balls, and the bleachy, fishy scent of cum. She tried to move her head away, but he only followed and humped her more enthusiastically, before grabbing her fine, silky mane and using it to wipe himself clean.
She shrieked into her gag as the second stallion pushed inside her, having mounted her with such speed and enthusiasm that she hadn't noticed the violation until his medial ring slipped inside her. The last stallion's cum had left her well-lubed, and between that and the relative slimness of this stallion's cock, he slid in easily. He took two testing pumps before fucking in and out of her in a desperate frenzy. All she could hear was the crack of his hips against her ass.
Silent Whisper could feel herself hyperventilating but felt powerless to stop it. Fast breaths became shallow breaths became no breaths as her vision crumbled at the edges, washed into nothing by black tides. The fucking wasn't painful, was far from pleasurable, and felt as if all the unseen strings that held her person together were being wound on a stick, tighter and tighter until the bonds frayed and snapped and whatever husk remained became a thing that couldn't be called Silent Whisper.
The world dwindled to pinpricks, and a rapist's seed filled her once more. Fragments of moans and laughter. Something unspooling, her tongue moved once more, and she could hear her own whines. She caught a glimpse of the soiled jock that had been pulled from her mouth, and a brown paper bag pressed against her muzzle.
"Breathe deep. We don't want you passing out. You don't want you passing out, because that means smelling salts and you won't like that one bit. Understand?"
She said nothing, but took a deep breath into the bag, held it, and then exhaled. They seemed to accept this. She repeated the process until the room came back into focus.
"I-" she started, cut off as a unicorn forced a ring gag between her lips.
"We want you breathing, not talking," the unicorn snapped, and then he giggled. "Well, I don't mind moaning or screaming, seeing how it's my turn..."
Silent Whisper whimpered as he mounted her, and prepared to be violated once more. He settled on her back and took a heady sniff on her mane. His breath felt hot as steam as he exhaled, stinking of wine and cigarettes. She gulped as the tip of his shaft touched her slit, but froze up completely as she felt several pulses of telekinesis slithering across her undercarriage. The whorls of force reached her teats and her clit, groping them both. It might have been meant to mimic the sensation of a mouth suckling her, but the only feeling it elicited was a disquieting itch.
“I will make you cum, changeling whore,” said the unicorn, his voice low and oily. “I will make you moan and pant and whine and scream, first from frustration and then from wonderful release, as your filthy cunt squeezes around my cock. I will teach you to scream my name, to beg for my attentions, to lick my hooves clean for the privilege of sucking the cock that brought you to such heights of pleasure. You will forget your past life, forget your hive and your loyalties, your thoughts and desires, and even as you become a broken shell of a creature and images of the proud being you once were flit in and out of your mind, you will crave my attentions too deeply to ever rise out of it. As you reach lows of despair, I will drag you to heights of pleasure you never imagined possible.”
She said nothing, but scrunched her eyes shut. The force on her nipples suddenly pinched and yanked. “Hlaaah!”
“But not tonight, slut.” He pushed half of his length inside her in a single stroke, making her cough in shock. “Tonight I’m going to use you, because you have not yet earned the privilege of being broken. You are and will always be a hole, nothing more, and tonight you will be treated as such.”
With a growl the unicorn hunched over and began fucking her, in fast, masturbatory strokes. He dropped the telekinesis and bit her mane, using it for leverage more than anything else as he pounded away into her. She drooled helplessly, each thrust itching and prickling, her whole body feeling as if it had been coated in something thick and caustic.
The unicorn panted and grunted as he raped her. Slowly the lubricant inside her was drying up, and as he continued to fuck her each stroke began to drag uncomfortably. Whatever threats and promises he made of orgasmic pleasure on her part, he showed no such technique here.
He spat obscenities into her ear as he came, filling her with jizz, twitching and spurting deep inside her. After resting there for a minute, grunting and catching his breath, he pulled out slowly. When he was out, he smacked her ass hard enough that she collapsed against her bonds before walking in front of her and presenting his jizz-slicked, half-hard cock to her face.
"Lick," he commanded.
The split-second of hesitation was apparently too long for the unicorn, who spat on her forehead and pushed his cock into her ring-gagged mouth. The stench of crotch-sweat assaulted her nostrils as he crammed his length inside, pushing into her throat, humping her face until he was satisfied that he was mostly clean. As he pulled out, a string of drool dripped from her lips to the floor, and the wad of spit on her forehead trickled down onto her cheek.
All three stallions looked at their prisoner, bound over the bench and thoroughly raped. She whimpered softly but didn't struggle, her head hanging down, her wings twitching softly under their sleeves, and her backside sticky with jizz, lube, and love-juice.
One of the stallions grunted. "Shit, it's going to be gross in the morning, her snatch is going to be claggy as anything. We should have came in her mouth."
"Yeah. Hey, I got an idea," said another. He walked off to the side and grabbed an empty bucket from the edge of the room, which he placed between and below Silent Whisper's haunches.
Her eyes went wide as she was mounted a second time. The stallion struggled and wriggled to force his almost-hard cock inside her, but with some effort he managed to hilt himself. He settled in comfortably, resting on her back, not humping away, not moving at all in fact.
"You're gonna love this," he snickered into her ear.
Something swelled up inside her, thin and hot and liquid. He was pissing. Silent Whisper's heart froze, and to her shock and disgust she felt the night's first twinge of real, actual pleasure as she was used as a urinal. The piss trickled out between them, first pittering and then splattering into the bucket below, mixed with the other various fluids.
Her rapist pulled out with a sigh of pleasure, wiped his cock clean, and spat in the bucket before picking it up and bringing it round in front of her. All three stallions shared sadistic smiles with each other as the unicorn picked up the sweaty jockstrap that had earlier been in Silent Whisper's mouth.
"I'm sure you know what's going to happen now," he said, telekinetically lowering the rag into the bucket of piss, cum, and fluids.
"Hlah," replied Silent Whisper fearfully.
The jockstrap came out dripping wet, and was quickly pushed into her mouth. She immediately gagged on the taste. Cold, musky piss and bitter cum, the slimy texture, the synthetic taste of lube and disqueting hints of her own juices, all the stink of a used jock from earlier, plus a dozen other similarly gross notes. They sealed her muzzle shut with tape before she could spit it out, and as her tongue tried to push it away it only squeezed out more gross liquids for her to taste and swallow. She looked up at her tormentors, pleading, but they only spat in her face and laughed.
The stallions walked out of the room one by one. The last one out stopped in the doorway before turning out the light.
"See you in the morning, slut."
The door shut behind him and Silent Whisper was alone, bound and in total darkness.
The Guestbook (Diamond Tiara, aged-up humanized, bondage, facefucking)
Delaney cracks open a beer and passes it to you. The condensation on the glass wets your hand, cooling your sweaty palms. You take a gulp, and sigh in satisfaction.
"Needed that, huh?"
"Long journey," you reply, leaning back against the counter. The kitchenette of the flophouse is bare and Spartan, and the only things in the fridge are booze and mixers. The yellow light shines off Delaney's scalp and bounces off the off-cream blinds, which are nailed in place over the windows. Nobody wants the neighbours peeking in. "How'd the snatch job go?" He rests the beer against his paunch and chuckles. "Pretty good. The heiress bitch is tied to a cot in a shipping container somewhere, and Marten is dealing with the ransom. Had one snag, but that's taken care of."
"Snag?"
His lips twist into a sick smile under his mustache. "Dumb cunt was skipping school with her best friend, so we grabbed them both. Her dad's loaded too, but we couldn't get both ransoms set up in time."
"Huh." You take another swig. "What did you do with her?"
"Well, none of us had the heart to waste a teenager, so I figured I'd find something for her to do. I'm dosing her up with GHB every night to screw her memory, and once the heat is off I'll have her work the streets for a while. If she's a bad lay I'll dump her in some bus station after she's taken so many drugs and cocks that she'll have no fuckin' clue what happened to her, and if she's a good earner, shit, there's another one for the stable." He drained his beer and belched. "For now, I'm just showing her the ropes."
You raise an eyebrow, interested. "Yeah?"
"Come and see, buddy..."
"So y'know me and the boys do pre-drinks here, right," Delaney said as he led you up the stairs, "we come here, crack a few beers and shoot the shit before we go out barhopping and looking for sluts, or I call in the whores."
Your dick twitches at the thought of some good times you'd had after a few of those sessions. "I follow, yeah."
"I figure, sometimes, you gotta get the easy one out of the way, so you're not desperate to get laid and hitting on real dogs at one in the morning. You don't want to waste whore money on just busting a nut, but you wanna do something more fun than beating off at home, right?"
"Uh-huh..."
"So I got a solution," he said, opening his bedroom door. "I call her the guestbook, and I'll show you why."
You couldn't help but grin at the sight.
The girl was in the corner of his bedroom, facing towards you. She was on her knees, strips of leather pulled tight over her calves and nailed to the floorboards keeping her shins pressed to the ground. Her wrists had been tied behind her and pulled up towards the ceiling on a rope in a cruel strappado, putting intense strain on her arms and shoulders. She was apparently dressed in the clothes she'd been in when she was taken - some of them, at least. She had no skirt, shoes or underwear but still had a pair of black tights on her skinny, coltish legs, with a massive hole ripped between the legs to expose her groin. She wore a pink, spaghetti-strap top with "Daddy's Little Princess" written on it in glitter, yanked down to reveal her budding tits, and she had a genuine jewelled tiara tucked into her hair.
Her face was truly a sight to behold. You just knew she was a stuck-up priss, which only made her warped expression of shame, pain and fear more arousing to behold. Her baby-blue eyes glistened with tears, eyeliner ran down her cheeks in messy streaks, and a set of dental spreaders held her mouth open almost to the breaking point. Over the ruined makeup you could see a layer of something thin, slimy and crusty. There was a lot of dried jizz on the schoolgirl's face.
She had a bullet vibrator taped to each of her nipples, buzzing loudly, and despite her torn tights and lack of underwear you couldn't see her pussy. You couldn't see it because her entire groin area was absolutely covered in multicolored plastic clothespins, dozens of them over every inch of bare skin, all rattling softly as she shuddered. There was an open bottle of chilli oil on the floor next to her, and you knew Delaney had pushed a 'Satan's Surprise' style buttplug inside her at some point.
"Wow," you said.
"Pretty as a picture, huh?"
You give a low whistle as you admire the tormented girl. She avoids your gaze and whimpers. Delaney slaps you on the back. "Wanna take a shot?" he asks.
"Gladly," you reply, grinning. "Is anything off-limits? You keeping her cherry or something?"
"Nah, but I'm making her kneel like that for being a mouthy little bitch, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't give her any relief by switching her bonds up. As long as she stays like this, and she's still breathing at the end of it, go wild."
"Thanks, pal." You can feel your erection in your jeans, straining to get out. Before Delaney leaves, you stop him with a question. "Hey, why'd you call her a guestbook?"
He laughs. "Oh, that. Mind if I get her messy?"
"Hey, it's your place."
"Right, right." He walks up to the girl, pulls out his cock, and starts jerking off. "See, if we're going out on a big night, it's nice to have a little memento of how we did it. So..."
He grunts and pants, masturbating furiously and sneering down at the girl. It takes a few minutes, but with a groan, he climaxes. Ropes of cum shoot out and land across the girl's face, thick and gloopy, dripping off her cheeks and eyebrows, sticking in her hair, landing in her spread-wide mouth. She whined and coughed but could barely move as he flicked the last few drips onto her forehead.
"Every guy spews his load all over the bitch's face, and then we snap a photo. She's a page signed in jizz for who went out that night. When we get back, we hose her down, if you catch my drift."
"Yeah?" You grin. "Planning a party any time soon?"
"If there's anything left in your balls tomorrow, come on over," he says. He zips up, claps you on the back one last time, and leaves the room. Diamond Tiara whimpers as you approach...
Diamond Tiara looks just like a rich girl you used to know back from your own school days. You didn't like that girl either. You decide to set the tone by spitting in her eye. As it dribbles down her cheek and mixes with Delaney's jizz, you undo your belt and pull out your cock and balls.
"Gnaahhk!"
The smell of your balls alone is enough to make her start gagging, it seems. You laugh, unsurprised. You'd been travelling all day after working ten days worth of ten hour shifts straight, and your last shower was a cold one on the third day. You must smell pretty ripe, and not only do your hairy balls have a sheen of sweat, but they have that powdery, musky coating that builds up on an unwashed sack.
The girl's expression is one of pure misery as you stuff your balls into her propped open mouth. You grin down at her as your half-hard cock flops across her face, and luxuriate as she tries to move her tongue into a comfortable position. You sigh with pleasure as the girl gives your balls a non-consensual tongue bath, her bouts of gagging and retching serving to keep them nice and wet with her spit. You're in no rush, so you simply continue to idly slap your cock against her face, getting it sticky with the remnants of cum that cover it. As soon as your balls are a little cleaner and your cock is nicely stiff, you pull your sack from her mouth, grab her hair in one hand, and line your dick up with the other.
The dumb bitch has no idea what she's in for.
You push your cock in with a single stroke, meeting some resistance from her youthful throat, but overwhelming it with simple force. The sensation of her tonsils on the sides of your shaft makes your toes curl with pleasure. She struggles in her bonds, but with her legs strapped down and her wrists tied high, she has nowhere to go.
After ten seconds, she realizes that you're not pulling out.
After eleven seconds, she starts to panic.
The bush of clothespins attached to her groin and cunt make beautiful music as she fruitlessly tries to wriggle free. More tears stream from her scrunched-shut eyes, and you see sweat beading on her forehead. Her squeaks grow quiet and her struggles weaken, and you pull your cock all the way out a moment before she falls unconscious. She takes a gasping, whining breath, squeals from the pain of having her throat ravaged, then takes another breath. You let her get five whole breaths before you push your cock back in again.
You repeat your throat-invasion twice more, and when you pull out the third time, you grab her by the ear and stare down into her eyes.
"This stops when I cum, understand?" you growl, "I'm going to bury my dick in your tight little rich-bitch throat. I'm not gonna thrust, I'm not gonna hump, and the only thing that'll make me finish is you using your tongue on my shaft and balls. It won't be quick and it won't be easy, but I'll keep you here doing this for twelve hours straight if you slack off." You ignore her garbled attempt at a rejoinder and hilt yourself in her throat again. She whimpers and chokes, but after a few moments, you feel the pleasant sensation of a tongue lashing across the base of your shaft, and trying to flit out to touch your balls. From the way she's sweating and shuddering, it's clear she's straining to do it. As pleasant as it is, though, you're nowhere near cumming.
As you pull out of the retching girl's throat, you decide that nowhere near cumming is exactly where you want to be right now...
You continue your slow, pleasurable rape of her throat for some time, each time keeping her until the very edge of consciousness, and only giving her enough breath to regain her bearings before tormenting her again. You pull your phone out to take some photographs of the girl with your dick down her throat. She doesn't seem to like it.
"Everyone is gonna see you like this, whore," you say, grabbing the thick trail of throat-slop on your cock and rubbing it into her face. "I'm sharing these pics everywhere I can. Every time you meet a guy you're gonna know somewhere in the back of your head that he's jacked off to pictures of you getting your face fucked."
She sobs as you slap your cock against her face, but continues to obediently lick as you force your way in again. After half an hour of reaming out her throat, you're about sensitive enough that a well-placed feather will set you off. Rather than thrusting, you start slapping the back of her head, causing her sharp, agonizing pain as the blows send vibrations through your dick. As your balls roil, you pull out just far enough to blow your load in her mouth, coating her tongue with thick, goopy sperm. You'd hate to make her do all this work without giving her a taste of success. She moans miserably from the foul taste, but when you bark at her to swallow, she whimpers and obeys...
