Mare Box
Pinkie stepped into the darkened room and paused to survey the scene. To her satisfaction everything was arranged as requested.
It was a large open room that made up the basement of sugar cube corner. The floor was made of concrete, highly polished and clean. The only light was from spotlights overlapping to create a stage like setting. In the center of the stage of lights was a heavy wooden chair with a side table for tools and equipment. Next to the chair was a cage.
Pinkie strode forward and her hooves were clicking on the concrete. She dropped her bag next to the table and peered into the cage. A pair of scared eyes peered back at her. The cage barely contained her as it was tiny.
The bars were thick steel, welded at 1 inch intervals to heavy metal that formed the top and bottom. It was held shut by an enormous padlock.
Pinkie stepped back from the cage and took off her leather suit. Underneath she wore a latex suit that would be easy to clean. Her hair was under a hood that the latex suit contained.
Turning from the center of the room she turned and looked at the other occupants. Big Mac was seated in a large chair, his features hidden by shadow. She knew him to be the brother of the Mare in the cage.
Seated next to him was Applebloom, his sister. She was way younger than he was. Her lips were parted, her tongue running over them in excitement.
Pinkie went over to Applebloom, and reached for the necklace in her hand. Pinkie took the necklace that contained the key and went to the cage.
Pinkie crouched and unlocked the cage. The Mare inside shifted nervously.
“OUT!” Pinkie commanded.
The cage door creaked as the Mare crept out. Pinkie inspected her body to see if the damage from last time had healed. The mare was thin, her ribs showing. She knew her to be around 16, but could be mistaken for younger. Her legs still possessed that awkwardness teenage ponies had. She was an orange mare with blonde hair. Her marehood was clearly visible and seemed an inviting crevice.
When Applebloom had approached Pinkie months ago, she had initially rejected the idea, but once she thought about it Applejack was a perfect victim. Applejack was keen to explore her submissive side.
That was months ago. As Pinkie circled her victim, her hoof rubbed the bruises from last time. Applejack’s family had taken to this sadism gleefully. Applebloom in particular seemed to love this. All of them reveled in watching her suffer. It was going to be a very painful journey for Applejack and none knew if any of her would be left. Pinkie pulled out rope from her bag.
“SIT IN THE CHAIR NOW!!!” she said. “LEGS FLAT AGAINST THE ARMS AND BOTTOM LEGS OPEN.”
Silently Applejack moved to the chair and spread herself, keeping her head down. Working quickly Pinkie tied her down. The top legs tied first, fixing them to the chair arms. Next her chest was tied to the chair tightly. Pinkie seized the opportunity to pinch Applejacks nipples painfully. Applejack screamed a bit. Finally pinkie pulled the ropes attached to applejacks lower legs, spreading them painfully and putting her marehood on display for everyone to see.
Pinkie went into her bag and began to lay out some equipment on the small table. Applejack stared in horror as each item was brought out. Each item was chosen to inflict pain, suffering, and to make her scream for others satisfaction: A box of needles, wooden boards with hole in them, Leather laces, a band of blue material with odd curved metal attached, and a spider gag.
Moving behind Applejackm pinkie brought her hooves to the front of her body. She nuzzled her face, while one hoof caressed a nipple, and one slipped into her crotch.
“STARE AT Bloom!” She screamed. Bloom was transfixed by the scene and began to masturbate.
Pinkie began to work the girl the same way, two hooves slipping back and forwards on Apple’s slit. As she slipped one hoof in, she could sense the arousal Applejack had. For a short while she continued, but eventually stopped to let Applejack buck in frustration. Pinkies hooves were wet with mare juice, and so she rubbed them in Apple’s mane to dry them. Moving to the equipment, Pinkie took a wooden board and slipped it under Apples hooves. The board was brought to Apples hooves and the leather laces were thread through. By the time Pinkie had finished Apple couldn’t move her hooves and inch.
Crouching in front of Applejack, Pinkie reached for the first needle.
“I am sure you know what is to happen.” She told Apple. “I look forward to the screams.”
She aligned the needle right above the hoof, a particularly sensitive area and looked with a smile on her face. She slid the needle home, pushing it deep. Apple threw her head back in guttural scream. The scream sent waves of pleasure through Pinkie. With a sick smile, pinkie wiggled it in further. The muscles in Apple’s arm were twitching as if to pull away, but the ropes and lace didn’t allow movement.
Apple was now muttering “NO, NO, NO” and shaking her head back and forth. With each needle the same process was followed.
With all five needles in place, Pinkie resumed standing behind Apple.
Pinkie kissed the side of Apple’s face, and hugged her. She enjoyed feeling Apple’s nervous tremors.
I have to do the other hoof, and I would like you to ask me for the other needles.
“NO, PLEASE STOP!”
Pinkie hearing this moved one hoof down, and squeezed the needles driving them deeper. The scream was the loudest yet, and music to Pinkie’s ears. She repeated the process, and Apple finally broke.
“NO MORE, PLEASE DO MY OTHER HAND.” Apple sobbed
“WELL OKAY, IF YOU WANT!” Pinkie giggled
Crouching down in front of Apple’s other hoof; Pinkie worked the first needle in. Each time she would prompt Apple to beg for the next one.
When all ten needles were in place Pinkie stepped back and admired her work. By the last few needles, Apple seemed to adapt to the pain. She will make a great submissive Pinkie thought.
Returning to the equipment, Pinkie grabbed the band of blue material with odd curved metal attached, and wrapped it around Apples throat.
“This is called a garrote.” She whispered to apple. “If I turn the metal, the material will tighten and limit your breathing. The more I turn it the less you can breathe. Too many turns for too long, and oops.” She giggled.
“I want you to look up and watch Big Mac throughout this. Look away and I tighten this and leave.
Big Mac was stroking his erect shaft with a smile on his face.
This was the first time Pinkie dared try breath play with apple. She knew the trick was not to panic, but she could feel Apple’s body thrashing, burning precious oxygen. After 1 minute she relaxed the device, and Apple breathed in painful breaths.
"Shall we try for two?” Pinkie laughed as if crazy.
Before she could respond, Pinkie turned the handle again. Apple dragged in painful breaths. Across the room Big Mac continued stroking himself, staring deeply into Apple’s pain filled eyes.
The cycle was repeated again and again, until Pinkie figured out 5 turns would be the max.
“We are going to try five turns now.” She said to Apple. “Maybe I will leave you like that.”
Apple was choking as the handle was spun five turns.
“Mr. Mac?” she said. “She has less than 2 minutes of consciousness, before she passes out, and beyond that will be a risk of brain injury. I will keep her like this till you ejaculate.”
Big Mac was stroking slowly. He toyed with Apple, speeding up as if about to cum, and then slowing down again, his hand barely moving. One minute thirty had passed. Just as Pinkie thought he was going to let Apple pass out, several spurts of cum came out of his shaft and fell onto the floor. He fell back into the chair with a sigh. Pinkie released the Garrote, and Apple sucked in lungful after lungful of oxygen.
Pinkie slowly removed the needles one by one and dabbed on antiseptic. Apple looked up as if it was all over. Pinkie still had some surprises for Apple.
Picking up the spider gag, and affixed it to Apple’s mouth. This gag had been chosen, ad it was the biggest she could take. Pinkie had to literally force it behind Apple’s teeth.
Once the gag was in place, Pinkie pulled out a 1-liter bottle with a thick white goop in it.
“You know what this is.” she said, as she sloshed the liquid in front of Apple’s horrified face. There is a little over a pint in here that my brothel friend collected for me.
“NUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!” Apple said thrashing her head sideways.
She pulled apples hair down violently, so her head was stretched back. She raised the bottle to Apple’s lips and poured.It was like curdled milk to Applejack. At first she wouldn’t swallow, but Pinkie held her nostrils shut, and she was forced to. After what seemed like forever, the bottle was empty. Pinkie twisted it trying to loosen up the semen left in it.
“Looks like a couple of Stallions worth is still in it. I wonder if Big Mac can help with that. Several minutes passed before Pinkie returned. Apple had heard the sound of the bottle being filled, and her fears were confirmed when pinkie returned.
“It looks like he provided over a pint of piss.”
Bending over Apple, Pinkie began to pour the liquid into her mouth. Apple did not resist this time and just gulped it down as fast as she could. Pinkie rested a hand on Apple’s throat, loving feeling the muscles contracting. Across the room Applebloom was in the throes of an orgasm. Apparently piss drinking was what she needed to see.
Thirty minutes later Applejack was untied, and could only lie on the floor, wanting to throw up. She had been told she would have to eat whatever came up, so she tried not to throw up.
There was a thumping from the door as Big Mac came in with a large wooden box on a metal table. It was three foot by two square. Made of a rich oak with brass fittings, it had been made by a master craftsman. Five sides were solid wood with no gaps or a hole. The sixth side had an oval hole in it. The hole was lined with leather. It was heavy, because of the thickness of the wood, and the inside was padded with more leather. Recessed into it were buckles and straps. It appeared as requested, better even, and she suppressed a shiver of excitement at what it made for the girl.
The table it was on was used usually in hospitals and with an adjustable height. Pinkie turned to Applejack and turned the forward. Applejack came forward without another word, her head bowed.
The first part of installing her into the box was straightforward. Applejack’s upper legs were folded behind her back. She wrapped leather straps around to hold them together. Then pushing her back, Pinkie forced Apple to lay backwards into the box, facing up, her head at the boxes closed end. Although she was resting on her crossed arms, the leather padding supported her upper body to ensure she could remain in position for long periods. Straps were pulled up and wrapped around her torso and the buckles pulled tight. She was in the embrace of leather and wood.
The next step folded her bottom legs back. Applejack was to spend at least an hour each day exercising and stretching for this. Her bottom legs were pulled to her chest, and straps tightened them down. The padding raised Applejack’s plot hole.
“As you can guess, you are in a box of my design. You can thank Big Mac for its construction. In a minute the top of the box will be fastened shut and it will be almost soundproof in the box.
Pinkie strolled around to the hole where Apple’s backside stuck out and teased her plot hole and marehood.
“Basically you will be a noiseless faceless fuck hole.”
“Once you are satisfied I will load you onto a cart and take you to the brothel I talked about. They will probably get twenty bits a customer for you.
Applejack gave a moaning cry and came gushing mare juice.
Pinkie moved back to allow Big Mac to lower the lid into place. Applejacks expression did not change and was just as if submissive.
The screws were driven into the box locking her in and tow handles were screwed in to give handholds for the customers. Pinkie expected Big Mac and Applebloom to be the first customers.
Two days later Pinkie stopped by the brothel to see how the Applebox was doing. The owner led her to an old storage room where the box was on a table. One side of it was a big bottle of lube, and on the other side condoms. The trash can at the side contained tons of condom wrappers. Applejack’s ass was red, with handprints across it. Her asshole and marehood glistened with cum. Some people had obviously paid more for the non-condom experience.
“How often is she taken out?”
“About every eight hours or so.” replied the Madame. “We feed her, take her to the bathroom, and then stick her back in the box. A lot of people compare her to a mare hole penetrator. So we call her the marehole. “Does she struggle as you take her out?”
“Yes.” the Madame said. “She cries and fights, begs not to go back into the box, but two of my most sadistic girls take care of her, so there is no problem.
“Glad I could help,” Said Pinkie. I like that she still is a fighter, as I like that spirit in a whore. If they are missing that spirit they are broken. Let’s give her another 24 hours and then I will take her home. I am sure The Apple family misses her.