A Stranger I Remain
"Raise and shine, Littlepip, you've slept long enough."
Littlepip was stirred from a chemically induced sleep as ice cold water splashed across the entirety of her body. She took a sharp raspy gasp in shock and thrashed about against her restraints. Her eyes opened only to see darkness, "What's going on, where am I," she asked, terrified and lost deep in a cloud of confusion. She tried to illuminate the darkness with her magic, but only to find out she had not the ability to wield it.
"Tenpony tower, darlin'," answered somepony with a deep charming voice that had a heavy Southern Equestrian twang to it. The figure moved about, examining Littlepip's body thoroughly as they circled around her completely. "Ya might find yer' magic isn't workin'," the pony ran a hoof down her back and stopped at the base of her tail,"Yer' horn is fine... just got one of 'dem fancy anti-magic rings onnit'," the pony explained as the hoof moved away.
Littlepip was hoisted up by her forelegs, leaving her body stretched out with a wooden stool just barely enough for her to rest her hind hooves on. "And why can't I see anything," she asked, having already assumed she was blindfolded, but she was trying to stall for time as she figured out a way to escape. At the moment, things weren't looking good.
The figure moved in front of her, she could feel his warm humid breath on her face, "Yer' a smart cookie... I'm sure ya done figured that one out."
Littlepip's thoughts raced wildly through all sorts of ideas. If only she could utilize her magic, she could simply teleport herself away. She was finding herself at a loss for a means to get out. "Okay, then tell me why you've brought me here... what's this all about... and what you plan to do with me," she asked.
There was a chuckle from the stranger, "Haha, askin' the same question twice, huh? Guess that's your nerves gettin' to ya." The kidnapper's horn crackled with magic as they invoked telekinesis and floated something over from the table. It was a rolled up black leather whip, "Well darlin', ya' should know you've made a lot of enemies." The whip was allowed to unravel across the floor as the pony moved in closer." The unicorn used magic to stretch a portion of the whip taut, then dragged the cold hard leather band over her bare back. "Well, one of 'dem enemies hired me to take care of yah all nice n' good."
Littlepip shivered as something cold ran across her back, she couldn't tell what it was and she wasn't sure she wanted to know, "So... are... are you going to kill me," she inquired as she swallowed a knot of fear in her throat.
The stranger let out another soft spine tingling chortle, "Nah, I ain't no hitpony," the unicorn moved the taut leather whip down, being sure it firmly caressed over her anus and marehood. "Think of me as some sort of... disciplinarian for hire." Suddenly, the whip was moved away and upwards then wrapped tightly around Littlepip's neck. The pony tightened it even more, grinning as the mare started to gasp for air and her body jerked.
She gasped for air as she found herself being robbed of the ability to breath as the unknown assailant strangled her. She coughed heavily, " ... So torture, then," she said as she regained her voice. Her stomach was still churning in disgust even after being briefly choked from the sensation of something grazing against her intimate areas.
"Precisely, my dear," the focus of the unicorn's telekinesis was now strictly on the handle, the lash of the whip falling limp to the floor. "Now it ain't nothin' personal, I'm just the hoof hired cause of mah expertise in these things." The stranger demonstrated this so called expertise, skillfully flicking the instrument before landing a loud resonating strike that sent a white hot rush of pain across Littlepip's back.
Littlepip howled in pain, again pulling against the ropes keeping her body held up and her fore hooves restrained. Her heart raced and her mind became muddled by the pain she was feeling. It wasn't the worst pain she'd ever felt, but it certainly ranked high in the list!
"Now just relax, we've got about another four to go and then I'll let ya' rest before we continue," The whip cracked loudly in the air, then came rested for a seconds. The unicorn giggled just as the whip landed with another loud resonating crack across Littlepip's back, leaving an x shaped welt.
Littlepip bellowed in absolute anguish as pain tore through her back. Tears ran down her cheeks and were absorbed into her blindfold. She was terrified, she was in a pain that she'd long since forgotten and her resolve was far from what it was when she was saving Equestria. "Please... s-stop," she pleaded, her voice stuttered as the mare winced as the welts on her back now throbbed.
"Now now, darlin', we're almost done," the greasy voice comforted her. The whip would paint three more terribly wet sore welts across her back. Each time, the mare's body danced in pain and a instinctive desire for escape. Though was none though and the strange was seemingly unsympathetic about the cruel torture he was putting her through.
Littlepip screamed in torment as the fifth and final lash found her back. She wheezed and coughed through her heavy sobs and her heavy breathing. She didn't even notice when her bladder gave out from anxiety and she started to urinate all over the stood she was forced to carefully balance herself on. She said nothing more, remaining quiet... almost as though her will was broken, but in reality there was still some fight in the mare. She started putting back together the pieces of her cracked psyche, fighting through the terrible pain that would be linger for hours.
"See, all done... now ya'll just take it easy while I go and consult with my friends," the unicorn released the telekinetic spell on the whip, letting it fall to the floor as they trotted toward the only door beside a two way mirror. Once inside, two other figures regarded the so-called disciplinarian.
"I didn't know you could be so cruel," came the tender, but stern voice of a mare.
The figure beside the mare nodded, "Yeah... aren'tcha been a little too rough? I mean, I don't exactly get it, but even I think it's a little too much," the figure replied in a more muscular voice that carried the same Southern Equestrian twang as the mysterious unicorn.
"She's fine, she can take it. I know her well enough, inside and out," replied the disciplinarian pony who's voice now drastically sounded much more feminine. It was soft, gentle and caring, but that didn't precisely match the grin she was wearing. "I'll let her rest a little before we continue."
The other mare nodded, looking through the two way mirror at Littlepip as she was left alone in the dark with only a spotlight to directly above her. "I'll... go keep her company... and make sure those awful lashes didn't break the skin."
The disciplinarian pony seemed to regard the other mare for a moment, "No talking, you can't disguise your voice. No healing magic either or you'll join her," she said sternly.
The other mare stared back, tempted to say something, but even she knew better than to challenge the unicorn in a battle of wits. On top of that, there was probably some truth to that threat. Secondly, she wasn't exactly sure if her male companion would save her or just help the unicorn in her endeavor.