Break Me
Regardless of the situation presented at whatever level of difficulty, Rainbow Dash conducted herself like she always had done throughout her active life—as the same brash, confident and dependable pony, every pony all knew and love.
A respectable and loyal friend that would do anything for you and her own, no matter the cost to herself.
If only they knew the real me… they would never think that… or would they? I mean… we all have our kinks… or fetishes, right? I can’t be the only one, right?
Just like her loyalty, the freedom of flight came with a rushing exhilaration of release for Rainbow Dash, whether it was displayed (with a bit of showboating) alongside her friends and fellow Elements of Harmony, saving Equestria from who knows what catastrophe that presented itself that day, or the often tedious task of a friendship problem, to her recent acceptance and fledgling role as an official Wonderbolt.
But just what exactly happens, when you take away what creates the core of such a pony? What are you left with?
When your loyalty is forcibly stripped away and your Celestia-given right of free-flight; the very freedom that drove Rainbow Dash day in, day out, was gone...
What do you become?
A puppet of flesh?
I become useless… feeble… weak… without that freedom I am worthless.
If you strip away everything back to the bare bones and pushed aside the bravado and skill, just what would remain?
Just what would Rainbow Dash be then?
An empty shell that should not be given the chance to have the life I currently lead… or the friends I surround myself with… those that I love...
If you took away her wings:
I would not exist.
She would spiral and fall as a helplessness would ascend in her gut as she plummeted to the ground—praying with all of her might that the sudden stop was violent enough to put her out of her misery.
To hit the dirt where I belong… grounded and damaged… my muzzle neck deep in filth.
But what If you took her away her eyes? Then darkness would descend; fear and uncertainty would fester as the unknown surrounded her completely. She would be alone.
The comfort of my friends; out of reach, out of mind, out of sight… I’m alone and lost… terrified of what lies behind the veil that conceals everything I hold dear… unable to tell what is going to happen to me...
And yet… What if you took away the one thing that made her who she was?
What if her flight was restricted and she was left to the agony of somepony else’s control?
Then her heart would shatter into a thousand fragile pieces… a slave to another’s whim.
Unable to react or to control… alone in my agony… jeez...can you please hurry up? Put me out of my misery. I’m thinking some pretty weird and seriously deep stuff.
These twisted sensations and niggling thoughts constantly swam about in a violent, hormonal induced torrent that Rainbow Dash knew all too well as she hung from the ceiling; shackled tight in a leather harness that was wrapped securely around her midsection.
Her long adored instruments of freedom had been restricted; her wings purposefully trapped beneath the harnesses many leather straps, with her forelegs uncomfortably shackled together by a set of hoof cuffs uncomfortably resting upon her back.
It had been some number of minutes since Rainbow Dash had been suspended there; the length of time she could not quite commit an answer to, for her sight was taken from her by a velveteen blindfold that had been tied rather tight around her head.
She had forgotten how cold the room was since she last visited. But then, this part of the session was always the most unbelievably uncomfortable part of it.
Genuinely, she found little satisfaction in the waiting. If anything, Rainbow Dash was highly impatient and the anticipation; although it heightened her expertly hidden thrill of what was to occur, was starting to irritate her.
It’s taking longer than last time...
Finally voicing her concerns, Rainbow Dash’s muffled fussing was vocalized; though incoherently so, around the saliva drenched ball gag she could feel filling the entirety of mouth.
The wait is killing me… just what are you waiting for? Hurry up.
Twisting her head to the side as if she could actually see, Rainbow Dash listened for the telltale signs of her punisher’s presence… and detected nothing.
Shifting in her binds, her sudden movement caused her body to sway aimlessly, her rear hooves just barely scuffing the wooden surface that she knew existed beneath her.
Urgh… come on, I’m ready…
The mere thought had sparked a shameful agitation in her chest and above all else, directly below her tail that swished in an uncontrollable excitement.
With the cold air assaulting her flesh, it’s existence was not more prevalent than against the folds of her sopping wet labia; the expelled juices having long since been drooling down the back of her thighs in a constant flow for almost an hour now.
But soon, her prayers were answered.
The sound of a door opening and closing drew Rainbow Dash’s attention away from her internal agony as she expressed her displeasure in having to wait so long as a series of pathetic groans against the gag, all the while shaking her head left and right, to further put across her grievances with the situation.
The sound of hooves against the hard wooden flooring drew an odd feeling of dread when the pony she had been waiting for did not respond like she normally did. The heavy footfalls ended close by—or so she judged and again, she was met with yet another uncomfortable silence.
“Mmmppph?” Rainbow Dash questioned cautiously, her ears flattening against her head as she could almost feel quiet one’s eyes bearing down upon her.
“What’s this?” Came the voice of the mare, sounding none too pleased at whatever it was she was referring to.
Curious as to the mare’s stern tone, Rainbow Dash knew better. She remained silent.
“I said, what, is this filth? Are you finished already even though we’ve practically done nothing yet? Was just swinging there helplessly enough to get you off, you twisted little worm? You really are truly sick, aren’t you?”
Rainbow Dash yelped when she felt something cold and hard gently prod against the wet folds of her labia.
“Answer me!
“Mmmhmm… mmmph…”
A hard leather-like, phallic tool was applied directly to Rainbow Dash’s vagina; a sensation none too pleasant, as the mysterious mare had quite forcibly pressed the shaft between the folds.
Albeit, it ought to had not been pleasant. In fact, the very moment of impact had caused Rainbow Dash to moan into the gag and for her entire body to quake in an uncontrollable tremor, the pain against her erogenous zone creating a very different kind of reaction than what is normally to be expected.
H-harder… thank Celestia, thank you for finally touching me… I knew answering back would get me this… oh thank you… thank you…
“Did your parents ever tell you to not speak with your mouth full, you useless sack of manure? The reason why you are wearing that gag is because you can’t keep that filthy little mouth of yours shut… next time? Don’t answer back... I thought we have been through this already.”
Rainbow Dash nodded, whimpering.
“Good girl… I do hate repeating myself, although, you should know that better than any other mare.”
Rainbow Dash almost purred when she felt a hoof touch and stroke her exposed flank; a very comforting gesture that she knew all too well was the precursor to something a bit more tormenting… something that Rainbow Dash wanted.
And just when she had expected the familiar and exciting crack of a whip cutting through the air and the slap of leather against her fragile flesh… nothing came…
There was nothing but silence again.
W-what…? But… but I disobeyed an order… you normally tease me and… and you hit me?
Rainbow Dash heaved a heavy sigh through her nose, clearly disappointed.
Upon her lamentation, a set of hooves rested against her buttocks and then with a simple movement, spread them apart to further reveal her vagina to the cruel cold air.
W-WH—?!
This was new. This was different! This was...
Her rear legs kicked out in surprise; Rainbow Dash even squeaked against her gag as she was fully exposed to the mare she could only assume was directly behind her.
Embarrassed; and blushing so hard she could feel her cheeks burning, Rainbow Dash instinctively lowered her tail to hide herself.
To her undeniable pleasure, the mare removed her hooves from their invasion and Rainbow Dash was unceremoniously struck viciously across the back of her legs with the many tendrils of the whip she had longed for.
Screaming out against the gag, Rainbow Dash tilted back her head and felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. The hot, searing pain numbed away just as quickly as it sparked and left her flesh littered with goosepimples and quivering for more.
“Mmhmmmmmnnhahh~”
“Move your tail…” The command was soft. “I won’t ask nicely a second time, Rainbow Crash.”
Defiantly, Rainbow Dash shook her head.
She knew what she was doing.
Do it again… go on! Do it again... give me more...
Bracing herself for the next strike, Rainbow Dash was left… hanging.
With a movement and shuffle she could hear just to her right, Rainbow Dash inclined her head that way for just a moment to best listen in on what was occuring, before her head was violently tugged back by something grasping her mane.
“Mmmph!”
That was not pleasant. It genuinely hurt.
Whimpering, Rainbow Dash; confused by the uncomfortable action, found herself speechless when her tail was next grabbed and then—
I-Is she tying my mane and my tail together?!
“There! That should stop you from hiding it from me. I’m not that stupid, Rainbow. I know you want to be hit again with the whip… I mean, come on now? This is our ninth session. You don’t think I don’t know what makes you tick? You are just as easy to read just like one of Twilight’s books on aerial physics.”
Rainbow Dash’s right ear twitched when the voice drew close; the mare’s hot breath washing it with her bitter-sweet promises of further agony.
“I had a really, really bad day today, you know… so I am going to take out all of my stress on you… and I am going to do it the way I want to… and certainly not the way you want it… got that?”
An unbelievable euphoria spread across her chest as Rainbow Dash felt herself panting heavily; the sheer thrill of such dark promises—the mere comprehension that she was now going into uncharted territories of hedonism and humiliation…
She was completely at the mercy of a pony she knew all too well.
What is she going to do to me… just what… I… I can’t wait… I… I want to know!
Rainbow Dash nodded frantically, unable to contain her excitement.
“Good,” the voice seemed further away and more pointedly, behind her, “because… I’m… not really into mares, to be honest with you. I much prefer a good, long, hard cock in my throat or fucking my pussy, but… you know what? This right here?”
A hoof gently tapped Rainbow Dash’s vagina.
“Mmmm~”
“It looks so juicy and delicious… I think I can just eat, it, all… up…”
With her buttocks spread wide and her tail tied into her mane, Rainbow Dash could feel the mare’s hot breath tickling the inside of her thigh; a set of lips curiously planting kisses along the drenched length until it was met with its prize.
A long, rough tongue ran its length along the juicy slit, slipping between the hot folds, though barely making a break to plunge into Rainbow Dash’s body, even though the victim momentarily longed for such a thing to occur.
As the tongue retracted, the pleasant sounds of the mare enjoying herself ached against Rainbow Dash’s ears and, for just a moment, she longed for her tongue to lick against the mare’s own vagina.
Instead, she assaulted the ball gag and left her imagination run wild; she imagined the mare’s appearance and pretended the ball gag was the soft, gushing folds of the mare’s drenched pussy.
But the harsh reality of the situation; that Rainbow Dash was in fact not actually licking out her punisher’s nether region, only further heightened her lust.
Moaning, Rainbow Dash hung her head.
I… I’ve never been touched down there before by another mare… I don’t think I can… Is this isn’t what it’s supposed to be like? I… I think I like it… I think I want more? Oh it’s so relaxing and her tongue is so—urgh… if only—
Rainbow Dash’s thoughts were immediately cut short as she felt a set of teeth clamp viciously around a portion of her left buttock.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHPPHPH!?”
Over the screaming euphoric moan of Rainbow Dash, the mare chuckled to herself, taking another nip at the other buttock, though, just a bit gentler this time.
“Oh dear… looks like I left teeth marks… how on earth are we going to explain this to the rest of our friends, hm? I would say sorry but, I think we both know you liked it… I mean, you just leaked out just that little bit more of your excitement… should I bite you again, Rainbow? Did you like it? I can see your pussy did.”
Frantically, Rainbow Dash nodded, trying her best to present her sore rear to the mare.
“How hard should I do it? Do you like it gentle, or rough?”
Rough! Oh Celestia, please, rough!
“What’s wrong? Well, I suppose it is a bit difficult to answer with that gag on, hm? Well, then I suppose I’ll just remove this. I can't have you jiggering like an idiot all day with that thing in your mouth... besides, you're drooling so much its causing such a mess on the floor.”
Feeling a clasp unleash itself around her neck, the strain against Rainbow Dash’s jaw loosened as the ball gag simply fell away from Rainbow Dash’s muzzle.
Panting heavily as the drool fell from her lips, Rainbow Dash responded finally with a subdued, lusty whisper. “Harder… p-please,” she begged, her words laced with a desperation that practically begged for her sweet release, “please, do it harder, Mistress… please…”
“Do what?” Came the smug response. “Do what exactly?”
“B-bite me.” Rainbow Dash moaned at the mere idea of it, even if the mare’s teeth marks still burned upon her rump to remind her of the sheer bliss it would deliver. “Bite me, Mistress, please… hard... I’m begging you…”
“Bite you, where?” The mare’s question and giggle, only served to infuriate an eager Rainbow Dash. “You have to be a bit more specific than tha—”
“Just bite me already, goddamnit!” Rainbow snapped.
“Oh?”
Rainbow Dash knew that tone of voice. She had just overstepped her mark. The mare was pissed.
“I-I mean… please, Mistress… c-could you bite me on my… um, ass?”
“You mean... this ass?”
Whoosh-CRACK!
“EEEE!” Rainbow Dash squealed as she felt the tails of the whip leave hot long marks against her buttocks.
“Is this the the ass you are referring to?”
WHOOSH-CRACK! WHOOSH-CRACK!
“HAHHNN!” Rainbow Dash pleaded.
Every strike echoed throughout the room, melding with Rainbow Dash’s euphoric screams; drool pouring from her gaping mouth as she spluttered to formulate a response and failed miserably at it.
“Haannhhhaaaaa~y-yes, a-ass—ahhhh~”
“You’re right, Rainbow Dash, you are an ass… one, giant big ass… that is utterly worthless; a little piece of ass that I am going to take the greatest pleasure in disciplining, for ever, ever, speaking to me as if you have any control of my actions! You do what I say you jumped up little tomboy!”
WHOOSH-CRACK!
“I'M SORRY!”
WHOOSH-CRACK!
“Say it, you twisted little masochistic slut! Beg your Mistress for her forgiveness!”
The name-calling… the darkest truth said in such vulgarity… it was driving Rainbow Dash wild and all she wanted to do was to add fuel to the mare’s fire; so that the punishment would never end…
So that her humiliation would continue.
But she was bent to the mare’s whim… she complied without so much as a single thought, even though she lusted otherwise.
“I’m worthless! Hahhhh~” Rainbow Dash wept, grinning like a maniac as her rear was mercilessly assaulted by the nine-tails. “I’m a slut! I’m a masochist! I’m twisted! I want more! More! More Mistress! I’m begging you! I'll do anything you say just don't stop punishing me!”
The distinct sound of the wind snapping had ceased at Rainbow Dash’s confession.
“Very well… but I am going to make you suffer for this… you know that, right?”
Rainbow Dash sweated all over, her body trembling from the onslaught's aftermath; her body screamed out in agony and yet her mind? It translated all into a cacophony of euphoria that she knew, deep, deep down… that it was indeed as the mare had declared.
It was twisted.
But Rainbow Dash did not care.
She felt great… no, better than great… she felt amazing with every, single, strike...
“Y-yes…” Rainbow Dash whimpered through her heavy pants, “M-make me… make me suffer… make me cry… to your heart’s content… Mistress...”
Bend me.
Punish me.
Make me cry.
Make me bleed.
Break me...