> Long Weekend
>  by garatheauthor
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> Chapter One
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Rarity huffed as she removed the hand from between her legs, watching the way her arousal drained along her digits. She had been so close, so tantalizing close, so agonizingly close to that fateful little goal.

It was her Fountain of Youth, her El Dorado, always on the horizon but staying just beyond her reach.

She growled and flicked the moisture from her digits, splattering it upon her host’s quilt.

“Didn’t get there?” Sunset asked.

She was scrolling through her Twitter feed.

“No,” Rarity whined. “I always get so close but it taunts me. It’s like a fine narcotic after the first hit. It’s so woefully hard to replicate the results.”

“Need something harder?” Sunset asked, glancing towards her with a knowing smile.

“That worked for a little while,” Rarity said. “But even the crops and canes and ropes and electrostims barely work on me any more.” She huffed. “Am I doomed to never enjoy another earthshattering orgasm ever again?”

“Could always go harder,” Sunset offered.

Rarity snorted. “How much harder is there really left to go, darling?”

“Well knowing you, I’m sure there’s something knocking around in that fucked up little head of yours,” Sunset quipped. She then placed her phone upon the nightstand, giving Rarity her complete and undivided attention. “So, let’s hear it.”

“You want to hear my dark fantasies?” Rarity asked, cocking a brow.

Sunset smirked. “Not just any dark fantasy but the darkest one you have taking up space in there.”

She slid out from under the covers, revealing her naked body to Rarity. She really was an attractive woman, shedding her youthful awkwardness and replacing it with muscle and brawn. Maybe not quite Applejack but this was clearly a woman who didn’t have problems with a pickle jar.

Also, her tits were fantastic, though Rarity would never say that aloud in such brash terms.

She straddled Rarity and leered down at her, forcing eye contact.

Rarity’s complexion warmed by a degree as she felt red colour her usually pale cheeks.

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” Rarity asked.

Sunset snorted. “Babe, I’m dating Twilight. There isn’t a single thing you could mention that would shock me anymore than the hentai I’ve stumbled upon when trying to Google a sushi place to go to on her computer.”

“Well, if you’re absolutely certain…” Rarity drew in a breath and her gaze flinched away from Sunset’s own. “I have a rape fetish.”

Sunset blinked.

“See, you’re judging me,” Rarity whined.

She frowned and folded her arms in front of her chest.

Sunset held a hand to her own bosom. “Sorry, sorry, just…” She snorted. “I guess there are a few things that can still faze me.” 

She then smirked and kissed Rarity on the tip of her nose.

“So, you want me to take you by force?” Sunset asked.

Rarity watched as a deceptively dark smile formed on Sunset’s lips. 

Sunset then reached forwards and grabbed a nice fistful of Rarity’s hair. She tugged upon it sharply, drawing forth a pent-up little squeak from between her lips.

“Though I suppose that if I’m going to take you by force, I shouldn’t give two shits about whether you get off or not,” Sunset said, pure foreboding entering her tone. “Who gives a fuck if a whore has trouble getting off.”

“Darling,” Rarity whined.

Sunset chuckled. “Dumb slut.”

She let go of Rarity’s hair and slapped her across the face. Not hard but with just enough force that it made the point clear.

And just like that her brooding façade dropped and she flashed her usual carefree smile. “Anyways what else have you got on your mind.”

“You can’t just do that!” Rarity yelped, her face utterly in flames.

“Sure, I can,” Sunset teased. “I just did it.”

“There’s more to this fetish,” Rarity continued.

Sunset leaned closer and gave Rarity a tender peck upon the lips. For some bizarre reason, acting like a brute had made her touch that much more alluring.

Though Rarity couldn’t possibly fathom why.

“Tell me about it,” Sunset said.

Rarity nodded. “I have this fantasy where I’m walking home from the boutique. It’s late, dark, the streets devoid of people… witnesses.”

Sunset was silent, just nodding along to the story.

“When suddenly an unmarked van pulls up alongside me,” Rarity continued. “And the side door opens and a duo of masked thugs pull me right off the street.”

Sunset grinned. “Not going not to lie, that sounds incredibly hot.”

“Really?” Rarity asked.

Sunset nodded. “Keep going.” She slid a hand down her own body, resting it between her legs and stroking at her sex. “What happens once you’re in the van?”

“Once I’m inside the van, the two brutes start to have their way with me. I’m disoriented and at their complete mercy. Slowly, I realize that the city lights are starting to fade until I’m fully aware that we are out in the countryside,” Rarity continued.

“Lot of shit can happen out in the country,” Sunset added.

Her fingers plunged into her folds and a short moan ebbed forth.

Rarity bit her lip and nodded. Some of the heat had left her face.

“Yes, it can,” she said. “And they take me to a cabin in the woods and well… being at their complete and utter mercy I obey every single one of their wretched and miserable requests. I become quite the good little whore lest they decide that I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Pervert,” Sunset teased.

Rarity nodded. “I am, aren’t I?” She sighed. “Sadly, that’s all I have off the top of my head.”

“Should be enough for me to work with,” Sunset said.

She rolled off of Rarity and wiped her fingers clean. Once her digits were free from their depravity, she grabbed her phone and quickly went over to one of their chatting apps. There was a pleased little smile on her lips.

“You aren’t…” Rarity began.

Sunset shrugged. “Why not? All we need is a van, a cabin, and a couple willing people to help torture you for a weekend.” She beamed. “Plus, it’s Monarch Day coming up, so we’ll even have Friday and Monday off.”

“There’s no way you’re serious about this,” Rarity murmured, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You have so little faith,” Sunset said. “Plus, not going to lie but the idea of getting you filthy in the woods is extremely appealing.”

“This is seriously happening,” Rarity whispered.

Sunset nodded. “What? Did you think I was just going to let you wallow in your inability to cum like a normal person?” She suddenly brightened. “Oh shit! Rainbow says we can borrow her dad’s van!”





Rarity glanced down at her phone and quickly read the text that she had just received. 

A thin smile formed upon her lips as she failed to reply to it. Instead, she turned off the gadget in order to preserve what limited battery remained.

She looked around the shop and out the window. It was late and the streetlights cast a yellowish glow upon the many storefronts in this trending neighbourhood.

Thursday night and nearing eight, never a booming hour for someone in Rarity’s industry. She assumed that she could get away with closing a little early.

So, she did so, quickly punching in a few figures and transferring the contents of her till into a nearby safe. Most of the work was already done. So, just as the clock hit eight, she was out of the shop and onto the streets.

It was a little chilly at this time of the year. 

She pulled her sweater tight and looked around. Sadly, Sunset couldn’t come and give her a ride tonight. So, she’d just have to walk home.

She spotted a van a few stores down though couldn’t make out who was inside. Surely, it was just some moving company who operated at incredibly weird hours.

Surely.

Rarity clutched her purse a little tighter and started to walk back home. Thankfully, her apartment wasn’t that far away, only about a kilometer or so from this little boutique. Normally, she’d just head straight along this busy street and then turn down an avenue that was equally populated.

Tonight, however, she decided that she really didn’t wish to waste time and instead took a shortcut she usually utilized during daytime hours, cutting into a secluded back alley.

Her pulse quickened by a beat and she felt a heat form between her legs. A weird sensation to have at this moment and something she’d surely have to talk to Sunset about when they chatted next.

There was a sound behind Rarity and she glanced over her shoulder, noticing that the van was now entering the alley from behind her. The lights were on which made it impossible to tell who was behind the wheel.

Instinctively, Rarity quickened her pace.

She took a sharp turn and walked directly into somebody, connecting with a significant thud. The impact was hardy enough that she stumbled back.

“I’m so…” she began.

The figure was wearing a mask, like a bank robber in a heist movie. Rarity’s mind froze and in that moment the figure grabbed her and pulled her in tight. They were strong, managing to hold Rarity in place and even having a hand to spare to cover her mouth.

She tried to scream but her voice was muffled and her struggling completely futile. She was helpless against this brute.

The van pulled around the corner and the side door opened with another masked figure waiting inside.

Rarity’s struggling really persisted but was brought to an abrupt end when the figure in the vehicle produced what looked like a firearm, training it upon Rarity’s skull.

“Get in, you dumb slut,” the brute demanded.

Rarity at this point had little choice but to comply. She desisted her struggling and allowed the first figure to push her into the van. She landed with a thud and let out a gasp of complete and utter despair.

The van door slammed shut and the two figures hovered over her, looking down at her through their masks.

“Get us out of here,” one of them yelled. “Doubt there were any witnesses but I really don’t want to take any chances.”

“Right away,” the driver said, pulling out of the alley and into the street.

“What are you going to do with me?” Rarity growled. “Do you honestly…”

That comment would be the only she was allowed as one of the brutes slapped her right across the face, stunning her into silence.

“That’s better,” the brute growled. Their voice was distinctly feminine. “Now here’s how this is going to work.”

She crouched before Rarity and produced a knife. With great care she showed it off, making Rarity watch the way the streetlights seemed to glimmer off of it. It was a small blade but one that would’ve been quite effective at slicing into Rarity’s tender flesh.

“If you’re a good girl,” the brute threatened. “Then I won’t have to ruin your pretty little face. And if you’re not, then I’ll make you look like a Jackson Pollock painting. Do you understand me?”

“Jesus Christ,” the brute who had pulled her into the van said. 

His voice was a tinge more masculine.

The first brute snorted and looked at him. “Know when to play your part, dude.”

“Right, right,” the second said. “Sorry, that was just…” 

He went over to one of the seats and grabbed a bundle of cord. Once it was in his hand, the first brute took it from him.

“Hands at your side,” the first brute whispered.

Rarity looked at the blade and then at the masked face. There was no chance that she could resist and come out of this situation on top. Surely, someone would come to save her, there had to be some patrol car around these parts.

“Fucking hell,” the driver whispered. “Just drove past a cop car.”

“Just keep driving safe and they won’t have a reason to pull us over” the first brute said.

She wound the rope around Rarity’s midsection, using it to pin her hands tight against her side. The knots were expertly done and when they were cinched and secured there was little hope that Rarity would be able to wiggle free from them.

Pleased with her work, the first brute pulled Rarity up and thrust her forcefully into one of the van’s seats. She then grabbed a roll of duct tape and tore off a strip. With little care, she slapped it over Rarity’s lips and sealed them shut.

The second brute, meanwhile, buckled Rarity into place. After all, safety always came first. Even during a kidnapping, apparently.

“Should help with the noise,” the first brute whispered. “And if it doesn’t, a second piece over the nose will for sure.”

With the threat made, she grabbed the edge of her mask and peeled it away, revealing that it was Sunset Shimmer underneath. There was a boisterous smile plastered upon her lips and her gaze seemed so incredibly hungry. An effect that was not helped as she licked her lips, like a carnivore appraising a future meal.

With little inhibition, she dipped forwards and gave Rarity a kiss upon her duct-taped lips.

“Hope you’re ready for a nice long weekend, babe,” she teased.

She pulled her mask back into place, returning to her mysterious brutish appearance.

This brute then placed a hand on both of Rarity’s knees and forced them apart, spreading them nice and wide. An action which left her skirt open and crotch exposed.

Shame burned within Rarity’s cheeks as she knew just how wet she must’ve been. Her panties clung to her crotch, absolutely saturated with fluids. She attempted to flinch away but there was little room for her to effectively avoid this.

Sunset chuckled and flicked out the knife. With great care, she slid the blade along Rarity’s thigh. She ensured that the blunted edge touched her flesh but the coolness of the metal was enough to make her victim shiver.

The blade then went between her hip and the thin fabric of her panties. 

Why did she think it was appropriate to wear something so small and easy to sever? 

With one little cut, the material fell away and Sunset managed to pull her undergarments away.

Sunset then pressed them against her nose and drew in a deep breath.

“Absolutely divine,” the barbarian whispered. “Like a whore just begging to be fucked.”

Rarity’s vision narrowed and she huffed aggressively through her nose.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Sunset said.

She balled up the panties and shoved them into her coat pocket. They had become a trophy, a trinket to remember this fun little adventure by.

“So, here’s how this is going to work,” Sunset said. 

She got up and braced herself against Rarity’s seat. To ensure that she had her undivided attention, she reached forth and grabbed Rarity’s nose, pinching it shut.

Panic flared within Rarity’s mind as she realized that she didn’t have even a wisp of breath to sustain herself off of. She struggled, legitimately struggled, thrashing and banging against Sunset. Though without her hands, she was really no match, only hurting herself with such futile gestures.

“We are going to go to a nice little cabin in the woods,” Sunset explained. “And when we’re out there, you’re going to be my little bitch. Do you understand me?”

She let go of Rarity’s nose and waited.

Rarity drew in a desperate breath and nodded with such frantic vigour.

“Very good,” Sunset said. “Just know that I’m not going to go easy on you because you think we’re girlfriends or some shit. You’re my toy for at least the next seventy-two hours and I fully intend to milk that for everything it’s worth.”

With that being said, she finally plopped down into her own seat and buckled in.

“Now sit tight,” Sunset instructed. “Because this is going to be a very long car ride.”





The van stopped when they neared the edge of the city, pulling into a secluded parking lot that was next to some sort of factory. The building looked abandoned and this honestly seemed like the kind of place where a drug deal would go down. At least, if this was like the movies.

There was a single car parked there; a familiar mustang. The kind of car that only one kid back at Canterlot High could’ve possibly owned.

“Thanks for the help, Flash,” Sunset said.

Flash, the second brute, snorted. “Hey no problem.” He then glanced at Rarity. “Though you’re absolutely sure this is just some sort of really weird fetish thing, right?”

“Scout’s honour,” Sunset shot back. She then flashed a smile. “Hey, do you want to sample the merchandise before you go?”

Flash studied Rarity for a moment before looking into the back of the van. It wasn’t exactly a plush king-sized bed but there was more than enough room for whatever he had in mind.

“Does Rarity even like dudes?” Flash asked.

Sunset snorted. “For the next seventy-two hours she’ll like whatever the fuck I tell her to like.” She reached out and grabbed Rarity’s hair. “Isn’t that right, slut?”

Rarity nodded quickly, mumbling some sort of response that was lost to the duct tape.

“See!” Sunset said. “Totally willing.”

Flash looked between Rarity and the back of the van. He bit his lip as if sizing up the sincerity of both Sunset and Rarity’s words.

“Fuck it, why not? I used to jack it to this girl,” Flash said.

The driver laughed. “Holy shit dude, that sure is one hell of a confession to make.”

“Shut it, Dash,” Flash growled.

He moved past Rarity and into the back of the van. As he did so, he clumsily fumbled at his belt, tugging it off. He then pulled his pants down and revealed his sizable cock.

Sunset whistled. “Forgot that you were hung.”

“Like a horse?” Flash teased.

“Not quite.” Sunset snorted. “But definitely good enough for a college kid.”

She placed a hand under Rarity’s arm and lifted her up, pushing her towards Flash.

“Be a good girl and take care of him, would you?” she asked, though it was clearly a demand.

Rarity grunted and stumbled to the back. It was awkward to do so without hands but she laid down upon the row of seats. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it was doable enough. 

Flash was soon on top of her. One of his hands rested beside her head while the other lingered upon the hem of her skirt. He needed one more moment, one little push to get over that pesky final barrier within his mind.

Finally, he lifted her skirt and got to work. There was no foreplay or romance, either of those would’ve ruined the allure of such a crude and barbaric scene. Instead, he pressed the tip against her folds and pushed inside without prompt.

Thankfully, Rarity was soaking wet and Flash slid in effortlessly. He even moaned, a ragged breath escaping his lips.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “She’s soaking.”

Sunset snorted. “Glad we finally found something that can actually get her off.”

Flash rolled his eyes and started to pump into her. His motions were halting and clumsy, his leverage difficult to maintain with the restraints of their surroundings. Still, it was a proper rutting, an animalistic one.

“Rough her up a little,” Sunset teased. “Or are you too much of a Boy Scout?”

Flash rose to the challenge and grappled Rarity’s throat. He didn’t press down, merely using it to pin her head against the cushioned seats.

“I can be rough, if she wants it rough,” Flash said, looking Rarity in the eye. “You want rough?”

Rarity realized that he was asking permission and gave it in the form of a very discrete nod.

And with that, Flash pressed down, pushing two fingers into the pair of arteries that brought blood to her brain. Almost immediately, a pleasure tingled within Rarity, one which flittered through her mind and threatened to consume it.

Flash grunt and growled, picking up the pace.

A smolder returned to Rarity, one which she was very familiar with. It was a tease, promising orgasm though these days it very rarely delivered.

The edge of asphyxiation seeped into her mind, clouding her thoughts and feeding the fire between her legs. She started to lose her sense of reality, slipping into that realm where fantasy took over. To her, Flash became a masked brute, a stranger who was effectively abusing her in the back of some filthy van.

She legitimately moaned and closed her eyes, feeling such intense shame and pleasure mingling together.

“Whore,” the brute atop her whispered. “You’re actually getting off to this? You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” He snorted. “Not that I honestly expect you to know anything about shame considering how you dressed back in High School.”

How could anyone possibly feel shame when it came to something like this? The sensation was intense, pleasurable, impossibly so. 

Rarity’s voice battered feebly against the tape. She wanted nothing more than to sing her suitor her praise.

Faster and faster, he continued to go, pressing into her with more and more force.

His grunts and groans were so brutish. His scent masculine. His touch rough.

He let go of her throat and she breathed desperately, doing whatever she could to return some semblance of control to her fractured mind. Though the dick inside of her made that a rather daunting proposition.

Rarity was so very close, teetering on the edge, begging to plunge into the pleasured waters of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the brute whispered under his breath.

He clapped his hips forcefully against Rarity’s for a final time, plunging deep into her.

Her back arched and she cried out, feeling herself spill over the edge. Her orgasm was powerful, potent, splashing against him with such vigour.

He cried out in unison and soon Rarity felt his seed pumping deep into her. It was hot, perverted, and so fertile. She thanked herself for the wonders of the pill as she felt his fluids fill her. And soon he left her cunt as he drew back, his seed oozing out upon the hem of her skirt.

Flash looked down at her and playfully patted her cheek. “Not bad.” 

He drew away and started to awkwardly pull up his pants. His gaze fell to the mess of fluids which now dampened his apparel.

“God these are going to smell for like a week,” he whined.

“Just wash them right when you get home,” Sunset instructed before patting him on the shoulder. “Nice performance by the way.”

“Hey you told me to let loose and I let loose,” Flash said.

He moved towards the van’s door and stepped outside.

“You three have a fun weekend,” he said.

Sunset chuckled. “Oh, we will.” She paused. “And feel free to come by if you can get off work early, okay?”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Flash said.

He gave a departing wave and Sunset closed the van’s door. They waited for a moment before they heard the mustang roar to life and speed away.

She then turned to Rarity and smiled at her. “Well, you look like you had fun.”

Rarity moaned some unintelligible response. 

She could still feel Flash’s seed oozing out of her still tender cunt. It was absolutely divine.

Sunset came over and hiked up Rarity’s skirt, hissing through her teeth as she did so. “Did you really have to wear something so pricey for this?”

Something so pricy? Why! Wasn’t she supposed to play the part of a successful businesswoman who was kidnapped by depraved rouges? You couldn’t very well do that while wearing stuff that wasn’t designer.

Sunset shook her head. “Whatever. You knew the cost getting into this.”

She pushed her fingers into Rarity’s hungry cunt, stuffing two of them deep into her. She swirled them around for a moment before drawing them back out. Various fluids, both Rarity’s and Flash’s, clung to these digits and Sunset held them under her victim’s nose.

“Smell that?” Sunset asked. “That’s the smell of your first rape. I hope you enjoy it, slut.”

She spread the ration across the duct tape, just below Rarity’s nose. This ensured that it would be the only thing she smelt for a nice long while.

Only then did she buckle Rarity in and slink away to the front of the vehicle, crawling into the passenger seat.

“Alright let’s get out of here,” Sunset said.

Rainbow nodded. “Good, I was starting to get nervous. Don’t want the cops thinking that we’re up to something.”

“Yeah, all we’re doing is faking the kidnapping of a close friend,” Sunset teased. “What could possibly go wrong?” She looked back at Rarity. “Just stomp your foot if you need water or something, alright?”

Rarity could only grunt a response.





Sunset held the phone tight against her ear.

“Yeah, yeah we’re nearly at the cabin,” Sunset said into it. “No, we haven’t run into any trouble. We’ve been totally safe while brutalizing Rarity.” She snorted. “Yes, I know how weird that sentence is to say aloud.” She chuckled. “I love you too, bye.”

She hung up, placing the phone in the cupholder between her and Rainbow.

Rainbow smirked. “Whipped.”

Rarity made a noise from behind, stomping her foot on the ground.

Sunset sighed loudly. “Look, I know you have to pee but we’re like fifteen minutes away from the cabin. Now either shut up or I’ll put a piece of tape over your nose until you do shut up.”

This brought an immediate end to Rarity’s dialog on the matter.

Sunset shook her head and looked back at Rainbow. “Anyways, how am I whipped? Twilight is literally allowing me to spend a long weekend at a cabin fucking another woman.”

Rainbow made a whipping motion. “WHA-POW!”

“If you’re not careful I’m going to duct tape you and throw you in the back with Rarity,” Sunset grumbled. “And unlike her I won’t remove the piece over your nose.”

“You could try,” Rainbow said. “But I’d just pony up and vibrate so fast that I would meld through the duct tape.”

“That’s not how that works, you’re not the fucking Flash!” Sunset exclaimed, flicking her wrist towards her.

Rainbow started to snicker. “Did you see that clip on the internet that I sent you?”

Sunset nodded.

Rainbow went on regardless. “It was me, Barry, I jerked you off so fast that you came prematurely and ruined your wedding night.”

Sunset rolled her eyes. “That’s a very you type of humour.”

“Well doesn’t someone have a stick up their ass,” Rainbow grumbled.

“Considering that I’ve also had to pee for like the last fifty minutes, I’m sure you could forgive me,” Sunset said. “Are we there yet?”

“Why didn’t you just pee outside?” Rainbow asked, motioning with her hand. “There isn’t anyone around for like a million miles.”

“Because some of us are civilized!” Sunset growled.

Rainbow snorted. “You’re literally a horse.”

“Now that’s racist,” Sunset shot back. “We didn’t pee outside in Equestria. We were a noble race who used washrooms.”

Rarity listened intently to the banter, her gaze falling outside of the window. The drive had been about two hours long and the lights of the city had long ago abandoned them. Their only source of illumination was the headlights and the bountiful moon above their head.

All around them were trees with the only signs of civilization being the dirt road they ventured upon. Though it would seem that nature was already keen on reclaiming this little blight upon its domain.

The van finally came to a stop and Rainbow let out a low whistle.

“That sure is a log cabin,” she commented.

Sunset snorted. “Beggars can’t be choosers. Plus, I bet this place would go for like one-fifty a night over on AirBNB.” She got out of the van. “I need to go piss, mind taking care of Rarity while I do that?”

Rainbow snorted. “I’d love to.”

She got out of the van as well and came up to the side, opening the door.

“Alright, come on out,” she ordered.

Rarity wasn’t about to complain as her bladder was literally seconds away from imploding upon itself. As she landed upon the ground, her neat little professional shoes sunk into the dirt, making her wince. This may have been the one mistake of her current outfit. Fabric was mendable but shoes rarely enjoyed the same privilege.

As she glanced at the cabin, she saw that it was very… rustic. Simple and down-to-the-earth, something she knew by heart was the décor of choice for the Apple family.

She made her way towards it but Rainbow snorted loudly, placing a hand upon her shoulder.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Rainbow scolded. “You heard Sunset, civilized people get to use bathrooms. You sure as fuck aren’t civilized right now.”

Rarity’s eyes widened but Rainbow held her ground, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She made a distressed noise and did a little dance, letting Rainbow know just how truly dire her situation was. But all this seemed to do was make Rainbow smile in quite the dastardly manner.

“A long weekend can be pretty fucking long, darling,” Rainbow teased, putting far too much bite into the phrase ‘darling’. “But if you want to play ball, I’ll play ball.”

Rarity whined once more and Rainbow’s brow furrowed.

It was truly the clash of titans, an immovable force meeting an unstoppable object, yin and yang, and all the other metaphors that Rarity was desperately trying to distract herself with.

Yet, Rainbow didn’t budge, simply glaring at her.

Until finally, Rarity huffed and crotched down.

So, this is how this weekend begins.





Sunset tore the tape away from Rarity’s lips, resulting in a pained gasp.

“You absolutely wretched and depraved brutes,” Rarity roared, glaring at Sunset. “You can’t just do that to a lady.”

Sunset snorted and reached forwards, clutching Rarity’s face in her hand. She pressed down upon her cheeks quite firmly. 

It shut Rarity up. At least, temporarily.

“Sure, I can,” Sunset said. “And I’ll do it again and again and again. I don’t think you realize just how fucked you are dear.” She smirked and tensed her grip, making Rarity whine. “You’re in the middle of the woods with two incredibly pissed off abductors. At best we’re going to rape you. At worst…” She smirked. “Well, we control your water, food, air… I’m sure there’s at least a dozen bad endings to this scenario.”

She then let go and nodded towards Rarity. “On your knees, slut.”

Rarity instinctively dropped to them, looking up at Sunset. The words had clearly had an effect as her eyes were wide with fear.

Except Sunset didn’t react immediately. Instead, she drew out a rolled cigarette, placing it between her lips and producing a lighter.

“You smoke cigarettes?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “It’s a joint, dear.”

She lit the tip and took in a deep drag, letting it out in a billow of grey. Instead of ashing it immediately, she glanced at Rarity.

“Open your mouth,” she demanded.

Rarity’s eyes widened even further. “Pardon?”

That was clearly the wrong answer as Sunset slapped her across the face. Rarity gasped and flinched away, feeling the blemish form upon her cheek. She gritted her teeth and glared at her. Except she knew her place and didn’t rebuttal, instead opening her mouth nice and wide.

Sunset smirked and tapped out the joint upon her tongue. Thankfully, the ash cooled considerably as it fell, only stinging slightly when it landed. Though the taste was horrendous, acidic and filled with toxins that were best not to lament.

“Glad you can at least obey basic instructions,” she said. “I was worried for a moment.”

Rarity glared at her and swallowed the ash.

“Do you eat pussy?” Sunset asked.

Rarity didn’t speak so Sunset drew back her hand, threatening her with another blow.

“Answer my question,” Sunset demanded.

Rarity huffed. “I’ve been known to on occasion. Not that I have any intention of giving you such a service.”

Sunset nodded slowly and took another drag of her joint. Thankfully, she contented herself with just ashing it in the air this time around. It then rested on the deck’s railing as Sunset went about taking off her pants, starting with the belt.

“Can I ask you another question?” Sunset asked.

Rarity worked her jaw. “I suppose it would be a more productive use of my mouth.”

“It’s supposed to rain tonight,” Sunset said. 

She’d finally managed to get her belt loose, folding it once in her hand.

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

Rarity tilted her head to the side. “And?”

“I’m just trying to determine if you want to sleep out in the open or under a roof tonight,” Sunset said. She flashed a smile and slowly wiggled out of her pants. “I’m sure even you could piece together what I’m trying to get at here.”

Rarity gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I think I’ve proven that I’m willing to do a lot of things to do you, dear,” Sunset said.

She finally managed to get her pants down, exposing her pussy to Rarity. There was a nice tuft of fuzz above it. Trimmed though not totally shaved away. It was a part of that roughish butch thing she had going on.

Rarity sighed. “I guess I could see about eating some pussy.”

“There we go!” Sunset exclaimed. “I knew that I could make you see reason.”

She knelt down and produced a knife. The sight of it was enough to make Rarity draw in an instinctive breath. 

“What are you…” Rarity began.

Sunset didn’t answer her. Instead, she cut into the rope that was currently binding Rarity’s hands tight against her side. It didn’t take long before the cord was severed.

Her hands were free and so was she. She could’ve made a break for it, running into the woods. It would’ve been so easy.

Except it wouldn’t.

They were hundreds of kilometers from civilization, it was pitch black outside, and Rarity fully understood that this cabin was in the heart of the wilderness. This wasn’t some park that was tamed for human consumption. She’d be a goner out there alone.

“No reason I can’t show you a little mercy,” Sunset commented.

She stood back up and grabbed the joint, taking another puff for herself. It was already about half spent and the air around them had that slightly foul odour that Rarity associated with this nasty little habit.

“Want a drag?” Sunset asked.

Rarity shook her head. “Not really my thing.”

“It is a bit of a nasty habit,” Sunset teased. “Have this girlfriend who won’t get off my back about smoking the stuff. Always goes on and on about diseased lungs and how I pass out at eleven at night.” She scoffed. “As if that’s a weird time.”

Rarity rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “She sounds dreadful.”

“Absolutely the worst,” Sunset joked. “I’d love to take her up to a place like this.” She looked out into the wilderness. “I mean without the whole kidnapping thing going on. Just get away from civilization and let loose for a couple days.”

“I think she’d like that,” Rarity replied. “Though…”

“Right, right, I’m supposed to be abusing you,” Sunset said, sighing.

She looked down at Rarity and frowned. “Well, what are you waiting for, bitch? My cunt isn’t going to eat itself.”

Rarity dipped forwards at the prompt and pressed her lips against Sunset’s lower counterpart. She pushed her tongue deep inside, without warning, swirling it around with quite some vigour and energy. There was some part of her that was so desperate to please Sunset, so desperate to show her even a fraction of the pleasure she had felt during this intense evening.

Sunset seemed to receive it well as she moaned quite loudly. Though her moans were interrupted by a cough as she took another puff.

Rarity’s gaze narrowed.

Sunset sighed. “Do you want me to put this joint out on your forehead or something?”

And just like that, Rarity’s edge immediately softened as she offered a rather nervous expression. Not a smile, mind you, as her mouth was very full.

“I thought so,” Sunset said.

She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Rarity’s hair, using it to press her even tighter against her snatch. 

Her faint moan soon intensified by a degree, becoming quite the frantic song.

Rarity drove her tongue as deep as she could manage and pushed it in as far as she could. She channeled everything into her performance, feeling her tongue stiffen as she attempted to swirl it around within Sunset. Still, she didn’t allow something as simple as fatigue and cramps to slow her down in the slightest.

She enjoyed Sunset’s voice and would do anything to make those moans come forth with such intensity. It was hot, in a way, knowing that her misery was enjoyable for both of them. Service had a way of warming Rarity’s loins, making them tingle.

“Fuck you really are a whore,” Sunset whispered. “Guess someone really doesn’t want to sleep out in the rain tonight.” She snorted. “Though I can’t say that I honestly blame you for that.”

Rarity’s tongue brushed across something tense within Sunset’s loins, a little cluster of flesh. Touching it seemed to have a rather energetic response as Sunset let out a ragged breath and tightened her grip.

Rarity knew her partner well, knew when she was entering that playful little place where pleasure was on the edge of giving out. She pushed harder and harder, deeper and deeper, working her way in one inch at a time.

“God, you feel divine,” Sunset whispered. “Keep going, babe.”

Rarity rolled her eyes, wanting to sigh at that little break in character. Though she supposed that she couldn’t really blame Sunset for getting a little too into the pleasure of things. It was hard to act when one was in the throes of passion.

Faster and faster Rarity went, wondering how much longer her beloved could honestly endure this for. Surely, she was starting to fatigue, starting to tire out with every passing moment.

The answer came soon enough.

Sunset pressed her against her snatch, nice and tight, and cried out loud. Her orgasm came swiftly and with quite some force. Her juices gushed against Rarity’s face and drained directly into her mouth. 

Rarity drank from them without complaint. After all, this was the first taste of moisture she’d been allowed since this little kidnapping had taken place.

Sunset let go and drew in a ragged breath. Her gaze went to the joint which had now gone out.

“Just give me…” she started.

She drew in a couple of breaths and steeled herself. Her post-orgasmic warmth and bliss faded and was replaced with something a smidge darker. With a practiced huff, she moved towards the cabin.

“When I get back you better be naked,” Sunset demanded.

And with that, she was gone, leaving Rarity alone upon the deck of the cabin.

Rarity looked down at her expensive attire, seeing how it was already creased and ragged, well worn from their evening together so far. It was still salvageable, however, not stained or damaged in any permanent fashion.

So, she started to remove it, doing so with some haste. After all, the cabin wasn’t large and she assumed that Sunset would be back shortly. She unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and placed her skirt upon a chair on the deck.

Rarity was now naked, shivering slightly. It may have been late spring but in these woods the air just seemed cooler than normal. Maybe it had something to do with that rainstorm that Sunset had been talking about.

Speaking of Sunset, she returned a moment later with a steel chain in her hands.

“What’s that for?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smiled and Rarity shivered. It was not a good smile, nor a playful smile. This expression was far crueller. This was the smile of a sadist and bastard.

She moved off of the deck and snapped her fingers. “Follow me, bitch.”

Rarity watched as she stood in the grass before the cabin. On one end of the chain was a stake, which she sunk into the earth, hammering it in nice and deep.

“No,” Rarity whispered. “You promised!”

Sunset sighed. “Are you deaf or do I need to beat you in order for you to get your stupid ass over here?”

Rarity thought about resisting, as she had many times over the course of the night. But she knew that she was outnumbered and at a complete and utter disadvantage. She sighed and got up, slinking over to Sunset.

“That’s a good girl,” Sunset teased.

Those words had never been spoken with such disdain.

When Rarity approached, Sunset placed a hand upon her shoulder and forced her down onto her knees. She could feel the dirt and grime touch her flesh. She’d never been a fan of filth but at this moment she couldn’t deny that it was turning her on.

Sunset started to loop the chain around her throat, like some kind of collar. It wasn’t too tight but the loop would prove difficult to wiggle out of if she tried. And to ensure that it stayed where it belonged, she produced a padlock, locking the loop in the chain.

“You bitch,” Rarity hissed.

Sunset glowered at her and slapped her across the face. “Just be thankful that I’m even allowing you to sleep tonight.” She snorted and took a step back. “You haven’t seen me be a bitch yet, darling.”

And with that she started to walk away.

“Have yourself a good night, sweetheart,” she chided as she finally stepped up onto the deck.

Rarity was stunned as she heard the cabin’s door open and then promptly close. She laid down upon her side, feeling the cold soil and soft grass all around her. As she looked up at the sky, she noticed that a few clouds were starting to cover the moon. If they bore rain or not, she didn’t really know.

Her attention went between her legs, feeling just how wet this little performance had left her. She’d already came once during this evening but she saw no reason that she should deny herself another.

She reached between her legs and started to stroke at her lips. As they were already so slick, there was little resistance as she probed and prodded at them. Her fingers didn’t waste time with foreplay as she plunged her digits into her sex.

They felt utterly divine as they clumsily stroked at her walls and prodded at all the tender little spots inside of her.

It’d been ages since she’d last jilled off in such a brutish fashion but it had also been months since she’d last felt so sexually satisfied.

Her fingers pumped away and soon her moans filled the air. She used her other hand to muffle them, lest her hosts hear her actually getting off to such a degrading and humiliating situation.

She knew her body well and easily sought out all of those tender little places that succumbed to this treatment. Soon the heat between her legs caught and turned into a proper smolder. One which bore a tension that gripped at her core and whispered to her in such perverted voices.

Soon, she felt a raindrop touch her flesh. It made her flinch though failed to really slow her down. Faster and faster, she pounded away, using her fingers like Flash had used his cock. It was mechanical and cruel but got her through the motions, driving her fire onwards and feeding it with fuel.

The first raindrop was soon followed by a second and a third and it wasn’t long before a proper rainstorm was rolling in. It started as a sprinkle though didn’t take longer to turn into a proper downpour.

Rarity shivered though the coolness of the water did little to tame the fire that threatened to consume her core.

“Fuck,” she whispered into her hand.

She really ought to see a therapist and see why it took such fucking extremes to get her off.

Her breath came out in ragged bursts as the water clung to her body. She panted as she drove herself to the limits of her bliss. A shiver coursed through her, one brought on by pleasure and the chill of the rain.

“So close,” she whispered. “So, fucking…”

She hammered away with such desperation, feeling herself near that fateful little point. All it would take is a little more, a little something extra in the tank.

There was the sound of footsteps and Rarity glanced towards them. It would seem that Sunset had returned, coming out to watch her from the deck.

She had changed, replacing her usual urban attire for something a bit more rustic. A pair of camo hunting pants, two heavy leather boots, and a wife beater that was at least partially covered by her leather jacket.

A cruel laugh rumbled forth from her. “Are you seriously getting off to this?”

She stepped down from the deck and made her way over. This was a woman who knew that she was in complete control of the situation and had every intention to milk it for everything that it was worth.

When she finally reached Rarity, the fashionista was on the edge of bliss, teetering but being teased by her own unruly anatomy.

“Help,” Rarity hissed.

Sunset looked confused until she noticed just how desperate Rarity seemed. So, she obliged and lifted one of her boots, pressing it down upon Rarity’s face and pushing it into the dirt and mud.

“Having trouble getting off, you slut?” Sunset asked. “God I can’t believe you’re actually jilling to this. Did I break something in your brain during the ride here?”

Rarity could only whine, hammering her fingers away without restraint. She was just happy that Sunset had allowed her to retain this degree of dignity. But still, it wasn’t enough, she needed just a little bit more, that last little puff of breeze that would allow her to spill over the edge and plunge into orgasmic bliss.

It came a moment later as Sunset moved her other boot in front of Rarity’s face. It was covered in long dried muck, caked in filth and dirt.

“Lick my boot clean,” Sunset demanded. “Or I’ll get even meaner.”

Rarity didn’t need to be asked twice as she leaned forwards and started to desperately lap away at the leather of Sunset’s footwear. It tasted… like dirt but it wasn’t the taste she was after. It was the burst of warmth in her face as she flushed with utter shame.

“Glad you’re making yourself at least a little bit useful,” Sunset grunted.

Rarity pumped her fingers between her folds once more. Though this time it resulted in something else, that pressure actually releasing. She cried out against Sunset’s boot as she clenched around her fingers. 

Her juices came forth and coated her digits before dribbling along her flank and down to the earth. It was then washed away by the rain, just another fluid amongst many.

Sunset chuckled and removed the boot from Rarity’s head.

Instead, she knelt beside her and produced a key, using it to unlock the padlock that was in front of her throat. She carefully uncoiled the chain and leaned forwards, giving her a kiss on her dirt-covered forehead.

“Two in one night,” Sunset teased.

Rarity shivered. “Guess we found that magical formula for actually getting me off.”

“Yeah, we did.” Sunset snorted. “Just don’t expect me to keep this going on a regular basis.”

Rarity nodded. “Fair enough.”

“Do you want me to continue being mean or…” Sunset began.

Rarity smirked. “Darling, I’m just getting started. Let’s see if we can go for a new record, shall we?”

“God you’re so fucked up,” Sunset teased.

She reached down and offered a hand which Rarity took, getting to her feet. 

Once Rarity was standing, she took a step but promptly stumbled forwards. Though Sunset thankfully caught her, keeping her steady.

“Think it’s time that you took a bath,” Sunset said.

Rarity snorted. “Aren’t we going for an academy record, Miss Tall, Dark, and Sadistic?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Sunset said. “I am very creative when it comes to being cruel.”





Rarity squirmed in her bondage, testing the restraints that trapped her against the firm oak table in the living room. The leather straps were firm and denied her any usage of her legs and arms. Her body was totally on display with both Sunset and Rainbow watching her as they sipped at their beers.

“You let her inside?” Rainbow asked, smirking to herself. “Someone’s going soft?”

Sunset nodded and took another sip, killing the bottle. “If she gets hypothermia, I doubt we’ll get our ransom money. It’s pragmatism, not softness.”

“I think we should make something to let them know that we’re serious,” Rainbow said. “You know like sending a finger in the mail or something.”

Rarity gasped. “I would very much prefer if I kept all of my fingers, thank you very much.”

“It was just an example!” Rainbow yelped. “Not actually going to cut off one of your fingers.” She blinked and looked at Sunset. “She isn’t into that, right?”

Sunset was about to speak but then shrugged and looked at Rarity.

Rarity scoffed. “No, I’m not into having one of my fingers cut off! What do you take me for?”

“I take you as the type of girl who begged me to take you a cabin for a nice long weekend where I’d spend at least seventy-two hours brutalizing you?”

“Begged,” Rarity grumbled. “You seemed positively eager to get me into this situation.”

Sunset ignored this and looked at Rainbow. “Could make a video showing how sincere we are about getting that money?”

Rainbow nodded and went over to their collection of supplies, grabbing a tripod and camera. She then started to assemble them.

“Do I want to know why Rarity has one of these?” she asked.

Sunset snorted. “I mean she used to be a camgirl back in university. You know that, right?”

“I actually had no idea about that,” Rainbow replied, glancing at Rarity and grinning. “Is it still up and running?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you the link when we’re somewhere that has wi-fi. The subscription is only like ten bucks a month,” Rarity said.

Rainbow smirked. “Sweet.”

She finished with the camera and trained it on Rarity. When it was properly aligned, she then went back over to their supplies, grabbing her mask. She also grabbed Sunset’s, tossing it to her. Together, the two of them pulled them on, looking like proper faceless thugs.

“You get the Hitachi; I get the water?” Sunset asked.

Rainbow nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Water?” Rarity asked.

Sunset chuckled and walked over. She sat next to Rarity’s head and gently stroked her cheek. The gesture was far too tender for the sinister implications that dripped so tantalizing from her voice with every amused rumble. She didn’t speak though, letting Rarity’s mind do the work for her.

What could water possibly mean?

Her mind cycled through the possibilities, though the one that stood centre to them all was waterboarding. After all, she was strapped to a table, on her back, utterly exposed.

Sunset got up and walked away, heading into the kitchen. She took a moment but soon returned with four jugs of water in her hands. She placed them down, one after another, lining them up at the base of the table. 

They crinkled against plastic and Rarity realized that the table was placed upon some sort of tarp. A smart decision, lest they damage the cabin’s hardwoods.

Sunset then sat down, settling into the spot beside Rarity’s head.

Rainbow looked to her and offered a thumbs up, a silent question which Sunset nodded to.

Rarity watched as a light flickered on the camera and it started to record her.

Sunset drew in a breath and addressed the camera. “So how are you doing tonight? It must be quite a shock realizing that your girlfriend is missing but I wouldn’t worry about it too much. She’s in adequate care.” She chuckled darkly. “But whether she stays in adequate care is up to you. We demand two hundred thousand dollars or we might slip up with our treatment of her.”

She reached down and roughly patted Rarity on the cheek. “How about you tell your girlfriend what I’ve done to you so far, dear?”

Rarity shivered. “They dragged me into a van, raped me, made me sleep in the rain, made me eat them out, used me as an ashtray…” She swallowed. “That’s all they’ve done to me so far.”

“You make it sound so basic,” Rainbow teased.

“And to prove the sincerity of our threat,” Sunset began. “We’ve decided to bathe your girlfriend on camera for you.”

Rainbow came over with a Hitachi wand and sat on the edge of the table, near Rarity’s feet. It was kind of a bad cop, good cop dynamic. One was bringing pleasure, the other was promising a very grim pain.

“Maybe we should do a few other things while we have the cameras rolling,” Sunset teased. She reached out and roughly squeezed one of Rarity’s nipples, giving it a tug. “Could pierce these while we have your attention.”

Rarity gasped, her back lifting as far away from the table as she could manage. “You evil and absolutely depraved brutes.”

“Such a mouth on someone who’s at our mercy,” Sunset teased. “Better be careful or we might demand three hundred thousand to keep you alive.”

Rarity glared at her but kept her rowdy language in check. Instead, she held her head up high, waiting for whatever treatment these two had in store for her.

Rainbow was the first to react. She placed the foamed tip of the vibrator against Rarity’s still tender lips. Once it was in position, she turned it on, starting with a nice lowly buzz. It was enough to draw forth a moan though it would never bring her all the way to orgasm.

When Rarity started to fidget against her bondage, Sunset then took position. She grabbed a white cloth and tied one end of it to the edge of the table before using her other hand to pull it tight against Rarity’s face.

It was porous enough for Rarity to breath though she doubted that would work in her favour for much longer. She heard Sunset grunt as she hefted something somewhat heavy over Rarity’s face.

“Deep breath,” Sunset instructed.

Rarity took one. The second it had entered her lungs, the water started to fall. It landed upon the cloth and soaked into it, suddenly denying her even a whiff of breath. She squirmed soon enough, feeling like she was legitimately drowning. There was nothing but water around her, a dampness and darkness which was disorienting.

The water continued to fall however, not stopping but coming in a steady, yet suffocating, trickle. Soon a worry turned to horror as a kindling took flame within her lungs. Rarity needed air, she needed to breathe. Yet, the water kept coming and coming and…

Sunset removed the cloth and Rarity gasped for breath, panting for every whiff that she would be allowed.

“Please,” she gasped.

It was the only word she was able to muster before Sunset pulled the cloth tightly in place once more. 

Rarity had been allowed barely a breath to work off of. She panicked, legitimately panicked as she actually struggled against the straps that kept her locked in place.

She heard Sunset laugh. It was a cruel and ugly noise.

“Shouldn’t waste your breath begging,” Sunset chided.

A few seconds trickled by, though to Rarity they might as well have been minutes. She needed air, she needed to breathe, to get even a whiff of life into her lungs. Though Sunset kept the cloth in place, denying her even the most basic resource of life.

The Hitachi between Rarity’s legs sprung to life, pulsing with even more vigour. Though pleasure was the furthest thing from Rarity’s mind.

Sunset removed the cloth and Rarity gasped for breath once again. She panted and groaned, struggling for every single puff. Though she didn’t speak. She’d learned her lesson in that regard.

She looked up at the masked face over her, wondering when the cloth would return.

“I… I…” Rarity began.

Poor choice.

Her sentence was cut off as Sunset pulled the cloth once more across her face. And with it, came the water, a steady, torturous, trickle. It felt like she was sinking into a deep pool, drowning and struggling for life.

Soon the fire within her lungs was joined with one between her legs as the Hitachi was really pushed into overdrive. She hated how predictable her anatomy was, responding so positively to abuse and degradation.

Though such thoughts of pleasure were drowned out by the raw fear that seemed to fill her mind so utterly. Every synapse was alight, screaming with a horror that was gripping and real.

She thrashed about, feeling the coarse leather of the straps dig into her skin. It bit at her flesh and would surely leave such beautiful marks behind.

Sunset removed the cloth and Rarity hacked and cough, desperate for air, real air. Her eyes were surely wide with terror as Sunset flinched away. She dropped the cloth, though thankfully it landed upon Rarity’s throat and not her face.

Rarity sputtered violently, though managing to retain some sanity, stopping with her futile thrashing.

“Holy shit,” Rainbow said.

“Holy shit,” Sunset agreed.

She reached forwards and cupped Rarity’s cheek. “Are you okay, babe?”

Rarity shook her head, sputtering against the water and her own inability to overcome her rebellious instincts. It took a moment but slowly rational thoughts returned to her and she drew in a nice deep breath.

The three of them stayed in silence, the only sound coming from the Hitachi. Though without the sense of dread and desperation, its vibrations were far less effective than before.

“Do you want me too…” Sunset began.

Rarity smirked. “Darling, I don’t think you’ve made your point clear enough for the video.”

Sunset looked up at Rainbow and Rainbow back at her. If they weren’t wearing masks, Rarity would’ve bet that they would’ve shared a look of: ‘is this bitch serious.’

Finally, Sunset shrugged and grabbed the cloth, holding it above Rarity’s face. 

“Deep breath,” she instructed, attempting to put the gruffness back into her tone. Though her intimidation was tainted with a slight strand of worry that clung to her syllables.

Rarity smirked and obeyed, drawing in another breath. The cloth soon went back down and with it came the water. The trickle this time was a bit more strenuous and a lot more suffocating. Water seeped through the cloth and into Rarity’s mouth. She suckled against the fabric though it only pressed tighter against her face, furthering the sense of suffocation and dread.

The sensation of fear crawled back into her mind and soon seized at her grey matter, smothering it with anxiety. Every thought within her brain cried out in fear and soon her instincts took control. She squirmed and thrashed about violently. 

And with this came the return of her pleasure. The fear was an intense motivator, really feeding into the potency of the vibrator which was currently torturing her. The fire between her legs was soon joined by the returning smolder within her lungs.

Sunset removed the cloth pre-maturely and Rarity drew in a breath. 

Though Rarity’s brow promptly knitted.

“What?” Sunset asked.

Rarity rolled her eyes. “You’re going easy on me.”

“Do you want me to go harder?” Sunset asked. “Really?”

“I want to cum,” Rarity said in a matter-a-fact tone. 

What Sunset derived from that statement was up to her.

Sunset snorted. “Alright?”

She pressed the cloth back down upon Rarity’s face and started to pour the water once again. This time Rarity stayed still for as long as her mind would allow. Though her fragile psyche could only endure so much of this treatment.

Once more fear returned and with it came the feeble resistance of Rarity. Though with the fear came a closeness, that of her orgasm. She groaned against the rag, wanting so badly to let loose and plunge into the tantalizing embrace of pleasure.

Soon her lungs ached, though the rag remained firmly in place. She suckled upon it, though no breath came through, only more and more water.

Rarity dug her nails into the table, gripping it with all her might. Her back lifted away from it though the straps continued to keep her bound firmly in place. The seconds dragged on, each making Rarity’s torture that much more intense.

Her sex quaked, desperate for release.

Soon panic settled within her mind and she trashed around with vigour and legitimate fear. The leather ached against her flesh, chafing it as she desperately moved around.

Okay Sunset, you can remove the rag.

But it remained and so did the trickle of water.

Sunset!

It didn’t budge and the fire within Rarity reached a crescendo. If it lasted much longer, she might accidentally breathe in water.

She screamed, literally screamed against the rag.

“Sunset,” Rainbow hissed.

Sunset grunted. “Bitch wanted me to be mean. So, I’m going to give her mean.”

Rarity sucked against the rag, only getting more and more water in her mouth. 

Though something magical happened at that moment. Her core gave out, without warning, and with it, she splashed against the wand that assaulted her pussy. Her orgasm was weak, fatigued by the prior two. Yet it was still an orgasm, a sign of her bliss.

Yet, even as she released against the wand, Sunset continued to hold the rag in place.

Rarity sobbed, actually cried against the soaking wet material. Though the wetness of her misery was but a mere accent to the abundant water that filled her world. She needed to breathe, needed even the slimmest promise that a breath was soon to come.

“Sunset,” Rainbow hissed.

Rarity screamed. Though she had so little breath left to do so that the action was feeble, weak, fading.

She was going to die.

“What?” Sunset hissed. “Bitch wanted me to be evil and I know how to be evil!”

“Sunset,” Rainbow repeated, sounding far more heated.

Sunset sighed and ripped the cloth away. “Fine!”

Rarity gasped for breath, hacking and coughing as she sputtered against the water. Her lungs ached and she swore that she had breathed in at least a little bit of fluid during this encounter.

Once she had the breath to do so, she screamed. She even tried her best to rip herself away from the table.

Sunset growled and slapped her across the face. “Calm down, you fucking whore!”

The slap knocked some sense into Rarity as she blinked away her irrational fears.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

Rainbow tugged off her mask and looked at her. “Are you alright?”

“I think that might’ve been the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life,” Rarity whispered. She looked up at Sunset. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I think Rainbow was about to punch me in the nose if I didn’t,” Sunset teased.

“Rarity, you were scaring the shit out of me!” Rainbow exclaimed. “Sunset looked like she was about to murder you.”

“Eh, I’m sure she would’ve been fine,” Sunset teased.

She moved away from the table and over to the camera, turning it off.

“So,” Sunset said. “I guess we are faced with a bit of a problem here.”

“What problem would that be?” Rarity asked.

“Do you want to call it here, having had one incredibly good night? Then we can enjoy the rest of the long weekend like normal people?” Sunset offered. “Or should I keep you strapped to this table for the rest of the night and we can start fresh tomorrow morning?”

“Surprised you even have more sadistic ideas in you,” Rarity teased.

Rainbow snorted. “Me too.”

“What can I say?” Sunset shrugged. “All those fun little demons didn’t fuck off when you reformed me. They just need an excuse to come out nowadays.” She flashed a cruel smile. “I could think of at least a thousand different ways to put you through your paces, darling.”

Rarity pondered it for a minute and hummed to her. “It would be nice to sleep in a proper bed…”

Sunset nodded and reached for the straps. “Then let me…”

“But who knows when I’ll actually get off again,” Rarity teased. She winked at the duo. “Plus, Rainbow hasn’t really gotten a chance to toy with me yet.”

Rainbow smirked. “Well, I can’t be as much of a bitch as Sunset but I’m sure I could think of a thing or two to do to you.”

“So, reconvene tomorrow?” Rarity asked.

Both Sunset and Rainbow looked at each other and nodded to themselves.

“See you tomorrow,” Sunset said, moving towards the cabin’s bedrooms. “Love you lots.”

Rarity smiled. “Love you too, darling.”
> Chapter Two
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rarity was not prepared for the discomfort that sleeping in bondage would bring. A person was doomed to move in their sleep and having rope present, to deny them, meant that the resulting sleep was restless and unproductive.

Still, the exhaustion of a hard day had its way with her and slowly unconsciousness came about as a reward.

She dreamed of Paris that night, of the city of lights. It was a pleasant dream of cafes and boutiques, of landmarks and meetings with the who’s who of Parisian society.

Though sadly all dreams had to come to an end.

This one, however, ended violently.

Rarity jerked awake as she felt the chill of ice water splashed across her body. She attempted to rip herself away from the table but the bondage denied her such mercies. In the end, she remained fixed in place, her joints aching from the attempted struggle.

She panicked and looked around, wide eyed, spotting Rainbow Dash looking down at her. There was a shit eating grin upon her lips and an empty bowl within her hands. She looked well rested, wearing her boxers and t-shirt, her usual pajamas.

“Surprised you got any sleep, laying down like that,” Rainbow jeered.

“You brute,” Rarity hissed. “I was having the most wonderful dream before you came along.”

Rainbow smirked and walked over, sitting down on the table next to Rarity. “Yeah? Well, me and Sunset busted our asses putting this weekend together, so you better get used to going through hell. Because that’s what we’re putting you through.”

“Could you sound any edgier,” a voice called from the kitchen.

Rarity sniffed the air, picking up the distinctive scent of eggs and the vegetarian crumble that Sunset enjoyed making. At the very least, she could count on a good hearty breakfast before her torment began.

“Oh, come on, you were saying tons of fucked up shit last night,” Rainbow grumbled.

She reached down and rested her hand between Rarity’s legs, rubbing away at her sex. There was no foreplay to her actions, just some crude poking and prodding. In all honesty, it was extremely degrading which meant that Rarity was instantly a fan.

“I just wear the role better,” Sunset explained.

“Wears the role better,” Rainbow grumbled to herself.

Rarity smirked. “She really does.”

Her reward for this petty jeer was for Rainbow to draw her hand away and clap it down roughly against her lower lips. The rough impact drew forth quite the shrill squeal as her back arched and lifted away from the table.

“You bitch,” Rarity hissed.

Sunset snickered. “But you sound more like an anime villain while I sound more like the villain from some European crime noir film.” There was the sound of a sip from the kitchen. “Anyways, do you mind untying her? We have a busy day ahead of us and it’d be ruined if she pulls a muscle.”

Rainbow nodded. “Good point.”

She drew away and moved to the head of the table, fiddling with the ropes that tightly bound Rarity’s hands in place. It took only a couple of seconds for her to finish, freeing Rarity’s arms.

Rarity drew her hands down and sighed, massaging at her wrists. There were coarse marks left behind, reddish indentations upon her white skin.

Rainbow did the same with her legs, popping the ropes open with surprising ease. She then stood up and started to wind the cord around her hand and elbow, forming it back into a loop.

“So, what’s on the docket for today?” Rarity asked, sitting up and gritting her teeth through the stiff needles that seemed to dominate every nerve within her body.

She looked over and noticed Sunset in the kitchen. She was as gorgeous as ever, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a plaid shirt that was only partially done up. There was a string of purplish marks upon her neck, tracing a path from her jaw down to her collarbone.

“Well, it looks like you two had fun last night,” Rarity teased.

Sunset smirked. “Rainbow is insatiable.”

Rainbow snorted. “Whatever you say, slut.”

Rarity was about to stand but Sunset loudly cleared her throat.

“Two legs are for people, four legs are for animals, dear,” Sunset warned. 

Though her tone was more amused than firm.

Rarity huffed. “Surely you can’t be…”

She glanced at Rainbow Dash who merely smirked back, nodding towards the floor.

Rarity sighed and sunk down to her hands and knees.

“I see we’re starting things off before I’ve even had my morning cup of coffee,” she grumbled. 

Sunset chuckled. “At least we’re letting you have something to eat. You should be thankful that we’re being so kind to you.”

“Yes, perish the thought that you’d let me succumb to the harsh conditions of country living,” Rarity rebutted. “Wouldn’t that be a story to tell? Rarity Belle died via starvation and exposure out in the wilderness.”

She made her way towards the kitchen, crawling but keeping her head held high. She might’ve been a well beaten piece of meat but she was still a lady who held on to at least a little bit of self-respect.

Sunset merely smirked, obviously finding this display endearing. She drew away from the frying pan and bent over, scritching Rarity behind the ear like she was some kind of lowly feline.

Rarity flushed and bit back her humiliation. She wished to say something sharp but knew that saying such things might cost her a nice breakfast.

“It’s a shame that Twilight is allergic to cats,” Sunset said. “I kind of miss having a pet around the apartment.” She snorted. “Wonder if she’d let me keep you if the ransom money doesn’t come through.”

Her hand soon drew away as she returned to her work in the kitchen.

Rarity couldn’t quite see what she was up to but there was some additional chopping that needed to be done as knife met cutting board repeatedly.

“You want some of these in your breakfast?” Sunset asked, looking at Rainbow.

Rainbow turned towards her and grinned from ear-to-ear. “Hell yeah, just toss a couple of those in for me.”

She made her way into the kitchen as well, filling a fresh mug with coffee. 

Rarity pouted as she smelled the rich beverage. She even whimpered like some adorable and highly oppressed pet in order to get some. 

Rainbow looked at her and frowned. It would seem that she was rather stalwart in denying her this right. 

Thus, the whining continued until Rainbow let out a heavy sigh of defeat, throwing up her hands.

“You know that coffee is bad for animals, right?” she grumbled.

More whimpering was Rarity’s only response.

Sunset giggled and could only shrug when Rainbow looked at her sharply. 

Rainbow finally conceded with an exaggerated huff. 

She grabbed a ceramic bowl from the cupboard, filling it with about a mug’s worth of coffee before adding in some cream and sugar. Once finished, she placed the bowl before Rarity.

“Just remember not to use your hands,” Rainbow chastised, flashing a cheeky smile. “It’s funnier that way.”

Rarity rolled her eyes and looked to Sunset for support.

“I have to admit, it would be kind of funny watching that,” Sunset teased.

She had finished with the cooking and was now plating the food, dividing it into three equal rations.

Rarity sighed and leaned over the bowl, blowing upon it a couple times. She then dipped forwards and started to very carefully lap away at it, like a cat with a saucer of milk. The coffee tasted fine but her face burned with shame as she realized how ridiculous she must’ve looked.

She soon felt Rainbow Dash kneel behind her. The brute rested a hand against her rump and gave it a firm squeeze.

“I can’t wait to fuck you after breakfast,” Rainbow said, her voice husky and dark. “I love making you clench around my strap.” She drew her hand back and instead placed her digits against Rarity’s lower lips, stroking at them roughly. “I’m going to make you call me Daddy, do you understand?”

Just as Rarity was about to take another sip of coffee, Rainbow pressed her fingers between her lips and plunged them in, all the way to the knuckles. She hadn’t been aware of the slickness that clung to her lips but she felt it now, felt it in the way her walls clenched around Rainbow’s saturated fingers.

“At least let her have breakfast,” Sunset said.

Rainbow snorted. “What? This bitch is good at multitasking. If she wants to eat, then she better learn to do it while I’m fingerbanging her.”

Rarity moaned softly as Rainbow started to pump her fingers between her folds with a bit more gusto. The motions were skilled and surprisingly fluid, gliding between her slick folds so effortlessly. Deeper and deeper, she drove them, venturing forwards with experience and familiarity.

There was an effort to drink the coffee, there really was. But with Rarity’s mouth opened in a muted moan, it became hard to channel her attention into doing something as pedestrian as drinking coffee.

“Save it for after breakfast,” Sunset teased.

Rainbow sighed. “You’re being way too nice to her.”

“Oh, not really,” Sunset said, chuckling. “I just know that things will get a lot more interesting for Rarity in about half an hour.”

She approached with three dishes, handling them with an expertise that years of working at a restaurant had granted her. There were two plates and another ceramic bowl. Obviously, the bowl went to Rarity while the plates went to the table where the two uncivilized brutes sat.

On the bright side, at least Sunset hadn’t skimped on her cooking, producing a truly divine entry of vegetarian crumble and eggs. Rarity thought about sticking her nose up but knew that Sunset could very easily just take away the meal if she was feeling particularly cruel.

Rarity pursed her lips. 

Would enduring hunger make the torture more fun?

“We have hard labour planned for you,” Sunset quipped, as if reading her mind. “Not something I would suggest doing on an empty stomach.” 

Rarity pouted. “I’m not some workhorse.”

“You are today,” Sunset replied, popping a morsel of eggs into her mouth. “Just because you don’t want to do something doesn’t mean I’m not going to force it on you anyways. That’s kind of the whole point of this situation.”

“You should be thankful,” Rainbow quipped. “I planned to drive you to the nearest truck stop and have you work a gloryhole for the entire day.” She then thrust her thumb at Sunset. “But she vetoed the idea.”

“Personally, I thought that went against the whole cabin theme,” Sunset replied.

Rarity sighed and dipped forwards, chowing away at the contents of her doggy bowl. She felt shame in her face as she ate, taking bite after bite.

As she ate, she noticed that there was something different about this recipe. Something was off about the vegetarian crumble. One of the ingredients felt dry, chalky, and had a really strong and unpleasant taste to it.

But if Sunset and Rainbow were eating it without complaint, so would Rarity.

Still, that taste was strange.

Rarity took bite after bite, only slowing so she could slurp from her bowl of coffee. She felt grease upon her face, which she hated. Though she imagined that her hosts would not take kindly to her requesting a napkin.

Finally, after a somewhat satisfying meal, Rarity drew away from the bowl and finished the last of her coffee.

“Ate every last bite,” Sunset commented. 

She grabbed Rarity’s bowl and made her way into the kitchen, placing it on the counter. 

Then she snapped her fingers. “To your feet! I need some help drying these dishes.”

“Oh sure, I’m a dumb animal until you need my assistance,” Rarity jeered. “I find that most unfair.”

“Don’t you want me to be unfair?” Sunset teased.

She started to fill the basin with water and scrubbed at the various dishes.

“Did either of you notice that something tasted off about that vegetarian crumble?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked and looked at Rainbow Dash. She, in turn, smirked back at her.

“Those would probably be the magic mushrooms I slipped into your food,” Sunset commented in a jarringly nonchalant manner.

Rarity blinked. “Pardon?”

Rainbow Dash nodded and produced a little container of Tums, placing them on the kitchen counter.

“Might want to take one of those in a little while,” she teased.

“I’ve never… done shrooms before,” Rarity whispered.

Sunset snorted. “Relax, if you’ve done coke then this isn’t going to be so bad. Plus, you have two experienced trip sitters to keep you company.”

Rarity scrunched her expression and glared coldly at Sunset. “I’m going to bite you.”

“I dare you to try,” Sunset warned.

The kindness faded from her voice in an instant, replaced with a cold iciness that filled those few syllables. It was a dark voice, a brooding voice, the kind of voice that an evil Domme had when she was getting into the mood.

“When does it take effect?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “Give it about half an hour.”





Rarity always assumed that magic mushrooms would result in visions and her seeing crazy shit. Instead, there was a euphoria, an omnipresent sense of goodness that seemed to fill every fibre of her being.

A form of pleasured energy that ebbed through her body and tingled at her digits.

Well, it was a sense of euphoria that mostly filled her. Her stomach was still killing her even after the Tums.

She drew in a breath and lifted her hand. It felt light and floaty, as if it weighed next to nothing at all. 

“I like this,” Rarity murmured.

Sunset chuckled. “I knew you would.”

“It was still rather rude of you to slip me a narcotic without informing me,” Rarity grumbled.

Sunset nodded. “A little bit, yeah. But… I’m feeling like a little bit of a bitch this weekend.”

“I don’t know how I could possibly be put in my place while riding this high,” Rarity whispered.

Sunset got up and motioned for Rainbow to join her.

“Well, you were such a good sport yesterday that we’ve decided to give you a reward,” Sunset said.

She began to strip, shedding her pajamas while Rainbow went over to their collection of toys, tools, and accessories. 

Rainbow selected a pair of harnesses and then a set of dildos to go along with them. One was boring, human, while the other belonged to some sort of exotic creature that Sunset had purchased from Bad Dragon.

“Oh my,” Rarity teased. “Maybe you brutes are not beyond redemption after all.”

She giggled nervously as Sunset finally stood naked in front of her. She looked absolutely stellar, toned and powerful with a fit form that looked so wonderfully butch. There were also little metal studs pierced through her nipples which added a certain flare to her roguish appearance.

Rainbow returned and offered one harness to Sunset before stripping as well. Much like Sunset, she was also powerful and well built. Though she leaned further into her butch charm, having a bit of scruff on her belly, arms, and legs.

“Told you I’d make you call me Daddy,” Rainbow teased.

Together the two of them stepped into their respective harnesses, pulling them on. They turned and helped one another by tightening them until they were both nice and secure.

Rarity giggled nervously. “I don’t know why I feel so excited.”

“That would be the drugs,” Sunset explained. “They make this feel a whole lot better.”

She turned to face Rainbow Dash, pressing her faux cock against Rainbow’s own, frotting them together.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Sunset asked.

Rainbow hummed. “Either standing or on the bed?

Sunset nodded and snapped her fingers. “Come on, we're letting you back onto the furniture.”

Rarity stood up, as commanded, and followed them into the cabin’s little bedroom. It wasn’t much to look at but it had a large bed. Which was really the only important feature at this moment.

Rainbow laid on her back and reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube. She winked at Rarity as she started to stroke the slick fluid into her silicon, spreading it back and forth until the whole thing was nice and shiny.

Once finished, she tossed the bottle to Sunset who did the same thing with her own artificial erection.

Rarity moved towards the bed and crawled over top of Rainbow, smiling down at her.

Rainbow grinned back and playfully nipped at her chin.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you,” she said.

Rainbow reached out with a hand and placed it upon the back of Rarity’s head. She clenched a nice handful of her purple locks and used them for leverage to pull her into a kiss. It was hot and passionate, not a peck but a full on make out session.

Rarity attempted to exert some control but Rainbow was far more forceful with her kiss, jamming herself deep into Rarity’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around with vigour and force, pressing Rarity back with such ease.

As Rainbow drew away from the kiss, she bit Rarity roughly on the lip.

Rarity yelped as she jerked away. “That hurt!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you think I was going to be nice on you just because you’re stoned out of your stupid little mind?” Rainbow asked. She tugged back forcefully on Rarity’s hair, eliciting another wonderful noise from her. “You’re my bitch and I’m going to treat you like my bitch, do you understand me?”

“Yes!” Rarity whined.

Rainbow huffed and let go of her hair, instead using her hand to slap her across the face. The blow was potent but not hard, more shocking than anything else.

“Yes, what?” Rainbow hissed.

“Yes, Daddy,” Rarity whined.

“That’s a good slut,” Rainbow teased, unable to conceal her smile. “Glad you know your place.”

She placed her hands upon Rarity’s hips and used them to guide her downwards, bringing her in line with the strap. When they were perfectly lined up, Rainbow bucked forwards, pressing the first couple of inches into her.

Due to the euphoric substances that occupied her mind, her cunt was far more sensitive. That penetration was a dozen, no a hundred, times more potent than what she was used to. It was incredible in a way, like feeling herself getting fucked for the very first time all over again.

Only… actually good this time.

“Wow,” Rarity whispered, blinking in shock.

“God you’re pathetic,” Rainbow whispered. “Less than twenty-four hours in and you’re already letting us fuck you. You city bitches really are desperate little whores.”

Sunset snorted, adding a fake drawl to her voice. “Okay Applejack, how about you say y’all next time you address one of these pathetic city slicker types.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Bite me.”

“Gladly,” Sunset shot back, winking at her.

She clambered onto the bed behind Rarity and placed her hands upon her backside, near Rainbow Dash’s. Unlike the brute fucking her pussy, she spread her flanks apart and exposed her delicate little pucker.

“Fuck,” Rainbow huffed.

Rarity looked down at Rainbow and buried her lips into the crook of her neck. She wasn’t quite the barbarian that Rainbow was but she could be evil in her own little way. She suckled roughly upon Rainbow’s skin, leaving behind a wonderful little welt for her beloved friend to wear.

Rainbow hissed. “You sneaky bitch.”

“What did she do?” Sunset asked.

“She left a hickey on my neck,” Rainbow grumbled.

Rarity snickered and nipped at Rainbow’s jaw. “I assumed that a Daddy of your quality wouldn’t mind having a brat to tame.”

Before Rarity could get too coy, however, she felt the speared tip of another faux phallus, pressed against her backdoor. She drew in a reassuring breath, bracing herself and preparing for that fat toy to slip into her tight little hole.

Sunset didn’t delay before pressing forwards. Thankfully, she was not as much of a brute, giving Rarity plenty of time to adjust and adapt to the sensation. But still, the toy was far thicker than most things she pushed in there.

“Please,” Rarity whispered.

Rainbow chuckled. “So, now the bitch wants mercy?” She huffed and slammed the toy deep into her cunt. “Well too bad.”

Rarity drew in a sharp breath and reached for the headboard of the bed. She gripped the metal bars tightly, clutching them for dear life. Rainbow showed her little mercy while Sunset slowly worked her way into her tight little hole.

Normally, this would’ve been a situation she could’ve adapted to but currently her addled little mind was alight with sensations, coursing and flowing with an electric charge of pure unfiltered pleasure. It was difficult to pick out the rational emotions when her entire grey matter was covered in a shroud of complete and total ecstasy.

Sunset finally worked the toy in, by a decent amount, and started to rock her hips. She worked the strap back-and-forth, slowly at first, but did so with a bit more force and vigour after every passing thrust. It wouldn’t be long before she was rawing Rarity like Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow leered at Rarity. “You’re lucky that Sunset’s here or I might let myself really hurt you, you stupid cunt.”

Rarity whined, panting for breath but unable to muster a response that approached anything near coherent. Every time that a word would seem to materialize it would be whisked away by some dopamine ladened pulse of energy.

“I’d love nothing more than to slice you up and watch you bleed,” Rainbow growled. “Screw up that pretty little face of yours.”

“M-make me bleed,” Rarity whispered, unsure of what she was even saying in her lust-ridden state.

Rainbow cocked a brow and looked past Rarity at Sunset. 

Rarity couldn’t see the silent exchange but she could see the smile that grew on Rainbow’s lips. This alone was enough to reveal the results.

Rainbow dipped forwards and sunk her teeth forcefully into Rarity’s shoulder blade. This wasn’t a little nip but a proper bite as she dug her teeth in nice and deep.

Rarity screamed, feeling skin break. She also felt her cunt and ass tighten around the two toys buried within her.

“You absolute bastards,” Rarity snarled.

Though before another syllable could leave her lips, she felt another set of teeth against her ear as Sunset bit into it. Now this was a far kinder bite and one that Rarity knew far too well. It reminded her of their first time together, pinned against the bed as Sunset whispered the word, ‘whore’, into her ear.

It had been a truly a religious experience and likely what awakened this masochistic little demon inside of her.

Rainbow drew back, grinning at Rarity. There was crimson upon her lips; the crimson of her blood. She licked them slowly, making a show of savouring her essence and smacking her lips together in satisfaction as she swallowed it.

The two dykes went to town on Rarity, picking up their pace and pounding into her quite forcefully. Their hips continually smacked against her, creating quite the crude sound of flesh slapping against flesh. It was depraved and potent, alluring and seductive.

Rarity moaned, feeling herself proceeding on a mad dash with fate, on a mad dash with ecstasy and pleasure.

She panted for breath, feeling a sheen of sweat cling to her flesh.

“Whore,” Sunset whispered. “You’re nothing but a cheap whore.” She snorted in disgust. “Actually, I’d be lucky to make any money off of your loose cunt.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” Rainbow hissed.

She reached up and grabbed Rarity’s hair, once again, using her leverage to hold her head steady.

Rarity was confused for a moment until Rainbow spat, splattering a glob of spit upon her complexion. The liquid was vile but it made Rarity so wet, thinking about how utterly degraded she must’ve looked at this moment.

Spit on her face, blood oozing from her shoulder. She was just a well-used piece of trash.

Though Rainbow wasn’t done with merely spitting in her face. She lightly slapped her and started to rub the spit into her complexion. It was humiliating and revolting, such a dangerous combination for a woman of her unique brain chemistry.

Plus, with her mind utterly besieged by narcotics the experience bordered upon divine, filling her with both shame and pleasure. She was discarded refuse but also in the thralls of utterly ecstasy, a strange realm to balance within.

“You rogue,” Rarity growled.

“That isn’t my title,” Rainbow hissed.

To display her displeasure, she drew back and pounded forcefully into Rarity’s lower lips, spearing her with her fat strap. She went deep and hard, ensuring that the motion hurt just as much as it brought pleasure.

Rarity whimpered. “Sorry Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Rainbow whispered.

She resumed pounding into Rarity like a well-used sleeve, pumping away in tandem with Sunset. The two of them were athletic creatures and more than adept at using Rarity in such a fashion.

Rarity’s pleasure continued to intensify, the smolder within her chest spreading to her loins and forming a tension within them. She moaned, like an utter whore, not caring that she surrendered to these two. 

Though she knew that she wasn’t destined to hold out for much longer. The edge was just too close and the pool of blissful orgasm such a tantalizing target for her to fall into.

A couple more thrusts, a couple more grunts and groans. That was all it would take. She was sure of it.

Then the moment hit. 

Rarity tilted over the edge and spilled into the climatic bliss of release.

She cried out and felt herself clench around the pair of cocks inside of her. Her walls seized around them like a vice and she felt herself gush along Rainbow’s strap.

“Fuck,” she whispered, feeling haggard and well used as every muscle ached within her body.

Sunset snorted and patted her on the rump. “Good orgasm?”

“Very good orgasm,” Rarity whispered.

Rainbow grinned. “Hear that Sunset, she liked that.”

“Yeah, yeah, your idea was good,” Sunset grumbled. “Brag about it some more, why don’t you?”

She drew back, pulling out of Rarity’s rump with a nice wet slurp of fluids and was soon followed by Rainbow Dash. It was strange being so empty after being stuffed full of cock. Yet, Rarity didn’t complain, she felt like she was on cloud nine, floating on a high she could never hope to replicate.

“I’m going to get a first aid kit,” Sunset said.

Rainbow shook her head. “It’s not that bad.”

“Your mouth is still full of germs, Rainbow,” Sunset chastised. “And I think Rarity would be very peeved if we dabbled in infectionplay during this vacation.”

Rainbow’s eyes widened. “Is that really a thing?”

Sunset snorted. “No, but glad that you’re gullible.”

Rarity sighed. “I could honestly go for a shower right about now.”

Rainbow grinned at this comment. 

It was a grin that Rarity wasn’t particularly fond of. 

She wasn’t fond of it one bit.





“You can’t be fucking serious,” Rarity whispered, shaking her head in disbelief.

She stood outside, butt naked, her back to the cabin and the two women in front of her. 

Rainbow held some sort of brush and a bucket full of soapy water. 

Sunset, on other hand, held a garden hose, aiming the nozzle at Rarity.

“What? Did you think we were going to be nice to you all day?” Sunset quipped, flashing a coy smile. “You’re still a kidnapped piece of meat who we’re going to pick apart piece by piece over the next two days.”

Rainbow smirked. “Be thankful that you’re getting a shower. I thought it would be funnier if we kept you filthy the entire time.”

Before Rarity could retort Sunset pressed the trigger and shot a stream of ice-cold water directly at her. It impacted, instantly besieging her with a shroud of iciness. The sudden shift in temperature was almost enough to send her into shock.

She yelped and stumbled back, bracing herself against the cabin.

“Bastards, brutes, bitches,” Rarity hissed, trying to shield herself from the water.

Rainbow smirked and launched the bucket’s contents at Rarity, splashing her with a soapy solution.

Rarity realized the objective of this cruel little game almost immediately and started to quickly rub the soap into herself, clearing away most of the muck and grime that had accumulated over the prior day of depravity. She hated every moment of it, shivering against the constant torrent.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sunset finished, turning the hose towards the ground. 

Rarity’s retaliatory comments were going to be heated. Very heated indeed.

She opened her mouth to speak but shut up as Sunset aimed the hose at her face. It turned out that she was a remarkably quick learner, knowing when exactly to keep her mouth shut.

Sunset smirked and placed the hose upon the ground, stepping away and towards a fire pit near the cabin.

“I think we should have a fire tonight,” she commented.

Rainbow nodded. “That could be fun.”

“Which means…” Sunset looked at Rarity. “I think we’re going to get some hard work out of you today.” She then nodded towards Rainbow Dash. “Do you mind getting her ready?”

Rainbow smirked. “Not at all.”

Rarity stayed put while Rainbow went back into the cabin. She watched Sunset make her way over to a cutting block, about forty feet away, with an axe embedded into it. There was a pile of logs next to it but none that were cut.

Sunset picked up the axe and drew it over her shoulder, looking towards Rarity and winking at her.

“Ready to be my pack mule?” she asked.

Rarity snorted. “Please, I am a bit more refined than a mule. I am more of a pack horse, something elegant like an Arabian.”

“We’ll see about that,” Sunset said.

She grabbed a log and placed it upon the stump, examining it from a couple of angles. She then hefted the axe off of her shoulder and held it up high, cracking it down in one fluid motion. The log split cleanly in two and the axe head embedded itself into the stump.

The display really was too much for Rarity’s poor little femme heart and made her remember what she loved so much about women like Sunset Shimmer.

There was noise from the cabin and Rarity looked over her shoulder.

Rainbow came outside. Her hands were full of metal chains and shackles with some sort of stick resting on top of them all. 

Rarity knew that type of stick, she knew it well. It was a rattan cane, a nifty little punishment that Sunset had only had the courage to use on her once.

The sight of it was enough to send a shiver up Rarity’s spine and then a dosage of heat rushing towards her loins.

There was another chopping sound and Rarity tensed.

Rainbow approached and dropped the metal upon the ground. It landed with a mighty thud and a clang of steel against steel. She continued to hold the cane however, swinging it back and forth through the air. 

Rarity could hear the way that air whizzed around it, tensing at the sound. Though she enjoyed it immensely. The rush of air alone was enough to rekindle a heat between her legs.

“You look excited,” Rainbow teased. “I know you’re fucked up but are you really getting off the idea of hard labour?”

Rarity pouted out her lower lip. “I was mostly hoping that I’d been kidnapped for my good looks and that I’d be used like a whore.”

“Well, I’d say that we got more than enough whoring out of you,” Sunset said. “So, now we can actually use you for something useful.”

Rainbow walked behind Rarity and gently tapped the cane against her hindquarters. The blow was more to let her know what the rattan felt like and wasn’t something designed to elicit legitimate pain. 

Still, Rarity sucked in a breath.

“Have you tried one of these before?” Rainbow asked.

Rarity nodded. “My girlfriend used one of them on me once. It was a rather… painful experience.”

“Good to know,” Rainbow said, dragging a thumb across the material. “Because to be honest I’ve never used one of these before.”

She drew the cane away and cracked it down upon Rarity’s rump. The blow was of a more moderate intensity, sharp but not impossible to deal with. 

Rarity could feel the heat and sharpness of the blow, letting out a little disapproving yelp.

“Oh!” Rainbow grinned and inspected the tool. “This is going to be a lot of fun.”

“Just be careful with that,” Sunset warned. “That can be a lot more than a toy if you go overboard with it.”

“Alright Miss Waterboarding,” Rainbow grumbled, rolling her eyes.

She slid the cane under her belt and instead bent over to grab one of the sets of shackles. There were three cuffs on this first pair, two small and one large, and the chain between them was of a modest length. The first small shackle went around Rarity’s wrist and so did the second.

The metal was legitimate and heavy, easily weighing several pounds. It would be a burden to wear this, let alone work in it.

The final shackle went for her throat, clasping a steel choker around her neck.

Rarity experimented with the length of the chain. There was just enough slack to allow her to drop her hands to her sides but there was little more besides that. The effect was impressive, instantly reducing her range of motion.

The second set of chains only had two shackles. It was obvious where these went as Rainbow took a knee before her. She affixed the chains around her ankles, and like before, they were burdensome but not impossible to work with.

Each weighed a couple extra pounds and the chain was shortish, ensuring that her steps were doomed to be halting and clumsy.

“Where did you find these?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “Flash has been working construction and was very nice to let us into his company’s shop to liberate a few items.”

Rainbow cleared her throat and Rarity looked towards her.

“Alright slut, let’s take a walk around the worksite.” She flashed a smile. “I’ve been dying for a chance to watch you stumble around in these chains.”

Rarity held her head up high, trying her best to maintain a stiff upper lip in the face of such an oppressive brute.

“Do your worst,” she bemoaned.

Rainbow nodded and drew forth the cane. She didn’t put any show or foreplay into things, instead merely lashing out, clapping the rattan against Rarity’s flank once again.

Rarity gritted her teeth and refused to betray a note of pain. She grunted instead and tried her best to internalize the intense heat and sharpness that came from such an impact. Though she could imagine the red mark that such a blow had left behind.

She stumbled forwards and started to march at Rainbow’s discretion. Her steps were clumsy, halting, burdened by the chains. Yet Rainbow constantly directed her to go faster, to walk as if she were not wearing nearly fifteen pounds of metal upon a body that had not known hard labour until this point.

“So, this is how this game is going to work,” Rainbow dictated.

She pointed at Sunset. “She’s going to be cutting firewood. Whenever she has enough for you to haul, she’ll let you know.” She motioned from the cutting block to the firepit. “You’ll then take it to the firepit.”

Sunset smirked. “I promise I won’t cut it too fast.” She chuckled. “I’ll be too busy appreciating how good you’ll look struggling in all those chains.”

“Bastards,” Rarity grumbled.

“Whenever there isn’t wood to haul,” Rainbow continued. “I want you to start digging a hole in the ground. We want it to be rectangular and we want you to get it as deep as you can manage.”

Rarity cocked a brow. “How big do you want this hole?”

“Oh, about two feet wide and….” She approached Rarity and pulled a ribbon tape measure out of her pocket. She placed one end at Rarity’s feet before measuring her. “And about five-and-a-half feet tall.”

The implications of why they would need a deep rectangle of those dimensions was not lost on Rarity and it sent a coldness rocketing up her spine.

But this was just a roleplay, right?

“Any questions?” Rainbow asked.

Rarity frowned. “May I have some water before we start? I’m quite parched.”

Rainbow snorted. “Should’ve had your mouth open while bathing, slut.”

Rarity was about to retort, to shout down such a cruel comment but she knew that it was futile. After all, she had instructed Sunset that she was looking to be treated like a piece of trash by sadistic brutes. A service which Rainbow was more than willing to provide, it would seem.

Sunset cleared her throat and Rarity looked over. There was already a small pile of chopped logs resting near her chopping block.

Rarity moved towards it, feeling the heat of both of their gazes upon her. Though this heat paled compared to the actual heat of summer sun. 

The sun was already out in full force and the air was filled with a slightly humid shroud. It was the kind of heat Rarity would’ve shied away from with the power of air conditioning. Yet, here she was, about to partake in heavy labour under its oppressive glow.

Rainbow thankfully did not seem super keen on using the crop for its intended purpose. She didn’t lash out with it and instead merely used the tip to prod at Rarity.

After a couple of experimental strides, Rarity seemed to grow comfortable with her bondage, getting used to the constraints that it put upon her. Her steps were still short and laboured but at the very least she could make them without stumbling or falling.

As she reached the pile of logs, she hunched down and scooped up a couple, rising with as much pride as she could retain.

“You two are awful,” she growled.

The comment was rewarded with Rainbow drawing back the cane and smacking it firmly against Rarity’s backside. The blow ached and was paired with an aggravated heat that sunk deep into her muscles.

Rarity growled but betrayed no other emotions. A feat which was impressive considering the inflamed welt that the blow left behind.

Instead, she turned and made her way over to the firepit, depositing the logs in the spot that Rainbow had informed her to use.

Rainbow snorted. “Alright, now get started on that hole.”

Rarity nodded and half stumbled, half walked over to the shovel embedded into the earth. She clutched it and realized the next piece of cruelness that came with this bondage. With her range of motion so greatly limited, the act of breaking the earth and shoveling it was going to be greatly deterred.

Still, she could feel Rainbow’s presence, could feel the heat of her eyes upon her.

So, she picked up the shovel and got to work, clumsily scoping up the earth and flinging it off to the side.

It was hard work, the kind of work she would’ve hid from and delegated to her masculine or butch companions. It was the kind of work that made sweat form upon her brow and dirt cling to her naked body. 

She wanted to shout and retaliate at her kidnappers with hot-headed comments but she knew that was exactly what Rainbow Dash was looking for. That kind of attitude would’ve been a treat for her and the cane that lingered in her hand.

After Rarity had managed a couple shovelfuls, Sunset cleared her throat.

“Hey slut!” she called. “I need you to haul my wood.”





Rarity sunk to her knees, panting for breath.

Every muscle in her body ached and she was caked in a layer of muck and sweat. Her tongue felt solid, denied water no matter how long she worked. And her backside burned, covered in a crisscross pattern of a dozen petty insults directed at Rainbow Dash.

Speaking of Rainbow, she came up behind Rarity and placed a hand upon her shoulder.

“You did good work, whore,” she said, her tone betraying a hint of respect.

Rarity nodded slowly. She had, she really had.

There was a sizable pile of wood that sat next to the campfire, enough for probably a whole week at this cabin, let alone a weekend.

Then there was the hole in the ground. It was only about a foot-and-a-half deep but was to the dimensions that her sadistic little companions had dictated.

She perked up as she heard Rainbow open her canteen, placing it between her lips and taking a potent sip.

Rarity whined. “P-please.”

Rainbow snorted and drew the canteen away, placing it against Rarity’s lips. She then tilted it back, draining the fluid upon Rarity’s tongue. She drank from it with such greed, not stopping until there was only a dribble of water left.

Sunset came over and wiped at her brow. “Good job, slut.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Rarity whispered.

“Is the hole deep enough?” Rainbow asked.

Sunset cocked a brow and looked at it. “I’ll deepen it a bit more but otherwise it should be good for what I have planned for tomorrow.”

“And what do you have planned for tomorrow?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “That’s for me to know and you to worry about.”

She then hummed and glanced down at Rarity. 

“You know…” Sunset began

“I know?” Rarity asked.

“I think I could really go for some oral right about now,” Sunset replied. “How about you Rainbow?”

Rainbow smirked and moved towards the cabin. “I think I’m good, right now. But you go wild. I’m going to get started on lunch.”

“Have fun,” Sunset said, waving her off.

She then turned her attention to Rarity.

“Need more water?” Sunset asked.

Rarity nodded slowly and Sunset was more than happy to oblige, producing her canteen and opening it. She placed it against Rarity’s lips and tilted back the contents, not stopping until every last drop was expended.

“You look filthy,” Sunset teased.

“Yes, I do apologize, but a pair of hillbillies decided to make me dig my own grave,” Rarity murmured. “I do hope that you could forgive me for my slavish appearance.” 

Sunset snorted and reached forwards, clutching a nice fistful of Rarity’s hair.

“A pair of hillbillies, eh?” Sunset asked.

With her other hand, she unzipped her jeans and awkwardly wiggled out of them, exposing her boxers. Though this thin layer of additional fabric proved to be poor protection as it soon gave way, exposing herself further.

Her lips hovered there, before Rarity, looking like such a tantalizing target.

Sunset didn’t wait before she crammed Rarity forcefully against her snatch, pressing her tight against her crotch.

Rarity didn’t dally, instead pressing her tongue in swiftly and with quite some vigour. She rolled her tongue about in tight little circles, edging her way deeper and deeper with every motion.

She was a woman who knew how to please and especially how to please someone who currently held her life in the balance.

Thankfully, she had a good memory and used it to find all of those nifty little places inside of Sunset that could bring forth the most excitable of reactions. She brushed against a nerve and then another, keeping her ear open as she did so.

Sunset moaned softly at first, though with every passing moment her voice seemed to embolden a little more and a little more still. It wasn’t long before a deep and guttural series of pleasured little noises came edging forth. They were a baritone of a melody but one that she enjoyed hearing more than anything in the entire world.

Sunset’s grip tightened as she crammed Rarity even tighter against her lips. She huffed through her nose and grunted through her mounting pleasure.

Rarity could sense that euphoria building within her, picking up on it through the way Sunset quivered and how her juices came forth with even more vitality. These fluids were such a delectable treat and Rarity savoured them.

“Fucking…” Sunset drew in a ragged breath. “Why don’t you eat cunt like this when I’m not threatening your life?”

Rarity would respond but she knew that it was very impolite to talk when someone had their mouth full with a meal.

Instead, she closed her eyes and focused merely on her tongue work. Her appendage was nimble and she controlled it with a practiced ease, moving it with the same precision that she dedicated to her stitch work.

Things were moving rapidly and Rarity was well aware of this. She drove herself onwards with dedication, slurping and swirling and lapping away to her heart’s content, not slowing in the slightest.

It was fantastic, exerting this much control with just her tongue alone.

Sunset hissed and cried out, shivering violently against Rarity. This was it, the final sign, that last little stretch on the road to bliss.

Then it hit, impacting with a raw finality.

Rarity braced herself and drank from Sunset with glee, guzzling down every last drop of fluid that touched her tongue. She happily savoured them, drinking with the same unrestrained vigour that she had from the canteens.

Sunset rode through her fit of passion, in a matter of moments, only letting go of Rarity’s hair once she had crested the horizon.

Though Rarity remained there until she was utterly spent, only drawing away once the pleasure had tapered off for good. As she drew away, panting for breath, she was well aware of the taste of Sunset’s cunt. It was still heavy upon her lips, the scent still plastered upon her complexion in a thick sheet of moisture.

“Not bad,” Sunset said.

Rarity beamed. “I try and…”

Sunset lashed out and struck her across the face. The blow wasn’t too hard but the clap was enough to send her into shock, her face turned flush from the impact and ensuing humiliation that came along with it.

“S-sunset,” Rarity stuttered.

“What?” Sunset smirked. “You’ve been holding out on me this entire time. Did you think I didn’t notice how much better that felt? Why aren’t you that desperate to get me off most of the time?”

She snapped her fingers and when Rarity failed to move, she narrowed her gaze.

“Stand!” she barked.

Rarity scrambled to her feet, blinking in shock.

Sunset approached with a key, using it to quickly unlock the chains that clung to Rarity’s body. 

They fell to the ground. Though the shackles remained, still burdening her with their weight.

Sunset then pointed towards a tree, near the house.

“Stand there and wrap your arms as far around that tree as possible,” Sunset instructed.

Rarity nodded quickly and rushed towards the tree. She didn’t like the darkness that had entered Sunset’s tone; didn’t like it one bit.

…

Okay, that was a bold face lie. She enjoyed that darkness immensely, loving the foreboding implications that seemed to drip from every word. 

Rarity braced herself against the tree, feeling the rough bark rubbing at her soft and naked skin. She tried to wrap her hands around the tree but only managed to get them about halfway around.

She heard Sunset approach and tried to look towards her.

“Eyes forward!” Sunset barked, aborting Rarity’s attempts to do so.

She moved around the tree and soon Rarity felt the familiar coarseness of a hemp rope around her wrists. Sunset tied the knots tightly, ensuring that the cord bit into her flesh and that Rarity would have little room to move.

Once finished, she came back around the tree and stood behind Rarity.

“Sunset…” Rarity whispered. “What are you doing?”

“Punishing you for holding out on me like that,” Sunset explained. “From now on I want you eating pussy with that much vigour all of the time. Am I understood?”

Rarity swallowed the lump in her throat. “Yes.”

“Well, I’m still going to punish you regardless,” Sunset said. “That way I can be certain that my words have gotten through your dense little skull.”

Rarity braced herself, not sure what was about to come down upon her, not sure what the punishment was going to entail. Her mind ran through the possibility, cycling through them in quick succession.

Branch, whip, cane, crop, paddle… there were so many toys that could be used to hurt her.

Or maybe Sunset had something else in mind? Electrodes or maybe something that was supposed to go inside of her.

She swallowed a lump in her throat, still hearing Sunset behind her.

What was she waiting for?

What could she possibly be waiting for?

Rarity drew in a breath and closed her eyes. She could feel Sunset’s eyes upon her, her gaze causing goosebumps to form upon her flesh.

Sunset chuckled. “You seem nervous, dear.”

“Just do it,” Rarity whispered.

Sunset drew in a little closer, the heat of her body radiating against Rarity’s back.

“Do what?” Sunset asked.

Rarity swallowed down her mounting fear. “Beat me?”

“What makes you think I’m going to beat you?” Sunset asked, the coyness flirting from her lips. “I never said I was going to beat you.”

“You said you were going to punish me,” Rarity hissed. “So just punish me already!”

“Well, as much as I do hate being predictable, I also really love hurting you,” Sunset said.

She drew in a breath and Rarity could feel her peel away. Her presence was intimidating, the unknown nature of her weapon making things that much worse to think about. It was a form of torture in its own right, one that was just as potent and intimidating as an actual beating.

Sunset drew her arm back and hovered it there, waiting.

Though, at the eleventh hour, Rarity was saved as the cabin door suddenly opened. 

“Lunch is ready!” Rainbow Dash called

Sunset snorted. “Well would you look at that.”

Rarity let out a sigh of relief. “Thank the gods.”

She heard Sunset take a step away and then another, moving towards the cabin.

“Wait!” Rarity called. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”

Sunset snorted. “No, because you’re being punished.” She took a couple more steps away. “Plus, you’re probably full from all that pussy you just ate. So, food would be wasted on you.”

Rarity’s gaze narrowed. “You miserable bitch!”

If Sunset heard that or not, Rarity couldn’t tell. She did, however, hear a faint rumble of laughter float free from her friend.





Rarity had not been prepared for how hot the sun felt as she squirmed within her bondage. Nor was she ready for how tired her legs and arms would begin to feel. 

In a way, this was the torture that Sunset had promised as sweat clung to Rarity and the bark chaffed at her tender skin. It was a torture of bug bites and the beating sun. It was a torture brought forth by the tick of seconds and not by the number of lashes.

She gritted her teeth together, trying for what must’ve been the hundredth time, to pull her arms free from the hemp rope. Though, yet again, she couldn’t budge so much as a single inch.

And the worst part of it all was that her mind felt like it was in a fog, under a blanket of bad thoughts. She assumed that was the shrooms finally wearing off.

“I am going to murder Sunset Shimmer,” she whispered, looking to the sky. “I’m telling you; I’m going to do it.”

The door to the cabin opened, soon after her declaration to the heavens.

“Sorry about that,” Sunset called. “Rainbow had some very interesting definitions on the concepts of both lunch and ready.”

“It was edible,” Rainbow called.

Sunset snorted. “Yeah, no, it absolutely was not.”

She returned to the tree, leaning against it and looking at Rarity.

“Plus, the dopamine crash, after all those shrooms, is kind of getting to me,” Sunset explained, flashing a forced smile. “I’m actually starting to feel a little meaner towards you now. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“You’re a brute,” Rarity growled.

Sunset smirked. “I am but you’re very fortunate to still be in one piece. It’d be a shame to burn through something as pretty as you within the first twenty-four hours.”

Rarity looked off to the side and saw that Sunset had produced a knife. She was examining the blade closely. It was a switchblade, like the kind that Rarity assumed only existed in movies set in the 1950s.

After examining the blade, for a few seconds, Sunset looked up at Rarity and flashed a perverse smile.

“Part of me really wants to leave something permanent on you,” Sunset explained. “Nothing that the public could see but a nice private mark that only you, me, and your lovers would ever be able to notice. Maybe the letter ‘S’ or my cutie mark?”

Rarity shivered. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Sunset smirked. “Maybe that is a little too much, even for me.” She shrugged. “Or maybe I’ll be in the mood later tonight after a beer or two. I guess that’s for you to worry about.”

“Would you like my opinion?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “Not really but tell me anyway.”

Rarity drew in a breath and threw off a playful smile. “I think you talk a far bigger game than you can deliver, Shimmer. Your performance today has been… passable at best.”

Sunset lifted a brow and then looked down at the blade.

“You’re trying to get under my skin,” she said, chuckling to herself and waggling the blade at Rarity. “And the worst part is that it’s working.”

She drew away from the tree and came up behind Rarity. Though her departure was only temporary as she pressed herself into Rarity’s back, wedging her tightly between the tree and her body. A moment passed and soon there was something cold and metallic against Rarity’s cheek.

Rarity drew in an instinctive breath, feeling the blade against her complexion. 

Sunset didn’t apply any pressure, or at least, no pressure yet. Instead, she let the blade linger there as a warning.

“I was thinking about leaving a mark somewhere hidden,” Sunset hissed. “But now I’m trying my hardest not to disfigure your pretty little face.” She turned the blade slowly, applying no pressure but scraping the edge against her cheek. “Imagine that. Having to walk around in public with my mark on your face, having to go to work and social events with those scars.” Rarity could hear the smirk. “Imagine what that would do to your precious reputation.”

She growled and leaned even closer, biting Rarity’s ear quite forcefully.

The bite wasn’t playful but quite sharp, her canines digging into Rarity’s flesh and breaking skin. There wasn’t much blood within a human ear. But what blood there was got spilled, draining into Sunset’s mouth.

Rarity whined loudly, unable to squirm due to the intimate presence of Sunset’s blade.

Sunset let out a perverse sigh of relief as she savoured the flavour.

“Maybe being a vegetarian was a mistake,” she teased. “Because you taste pretty fucking good right now, darling.”

She pressed the knife back against Rarity’s cheek, pushing in with a bit more force. Rarity hissed as she felt the metal start to break flesh. 

Even in this state, she could tell that the wound was extremely shallow but there was a certain sensation tickling at the back of her mind. It was some strange fusion of pleasure and fear, an emotion she had learned to love intimately.

Sunset drew the blade away, ensuring that Rarity could see the way her crimson blood tarnished it.

“Still think I’m not going to do it?” Sunset asked.

Rarity nodded. “I’ll be good.”

“Will you?” Sunset snorted. “I highly doubt it but I do love putting the fear of the gods into you.”

She drew away from Rarity, lightly smacking her on the backside as she departed. Instead, she moved around the tree and started to cut the rope that bound Rarity’s hands tightly in place.

As the rope fell away, Rarity sank towards the earth and instinctively touched her cheek. Thankfully, not much blood tarnished her fingers as she drew them away. She then looked at her wrists, seeing the deep grooves that the rope had ground into her flesh.

Sunset had not been conservative with her knots, tying them as if she were legitimately binding a captive.

“Still think your girlfriend is going to save you?” Sunset asked.

Rarity shivered. “I don’t know.”

Sunset sighed. “Always a shame watching that last little bit of hope die in my victims.” She came over and gripped Rarity’s hair, tilting her face up and looking her in the eye. “But I’m glad that you know your place, you dumb whore.”

She spit, splashing a glob of saliva upon Rarity’s uncut cheek. 

There was no smile upon Sunset’s face now, no amusement. The cold brute that shared a body with her had returned.

“How about we go for a little walk?” Sunset offered.

Rarity whimpered. “Do we have to?”

Sunset nodded. “You’re filthy and I want to go for a swim.”

She snapped her fingers and Rarity started to stand. Though, just as she was about to, Sunset whistled sharply and glared at her.

“You lost your walking privileges after pulling that stunt,” Sunset warned. “I expect you to crawl after me. You know, like a proper bitch.”

Rarity didn’t question that decision, didn’t rebut. She still felt the heat of blood upon her cheek and it acted as a very good reminder about why she should remember her place. So, she crawled after Sunset, pressing through the filth and dirt.

It was humiliating and Rarity once more felt that familiar wetness between her legs. 

Oh, how she wished to sate that urge. Though she knew that she was currently on Sunset’s shit list and it would be wise not to ask for further concessions.

Their journey to the water was rather short as they came upon a pond in the middle of the woods after only a couple of minutes. The water was pristine and clear, like something pulled right out of the advertisement for a national park.

Sunset sighed and stretched her arms above her head. “I haven’t gone swimming in ages.” She looked over her shoulder. “How about you?”

“Not since we went to the beach,” Rarity answered. She then realized the error of her ways as she cleared her throat. “I mean not since me and my friends went to the beach.”

“Well hopefully they’ll cough up the money and we can send you back to them,” Sunset said, winking at her.

She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion. She then did the same with her pants, tossing both of them on the ground. There were no undergarments underneath so Sunset stood butt naked before Rarity.

“I am curious about what sadistic things you have planned for me,” Rarity murmured.

Sunset smirked. “Maybe I’m actually trying to do something nice to you for once. Did you ever think about that?”

“Trying to win me over with a little bit of Saddleholm Syndrome, are we?” Rarity smirked. “I’ll have you know I’m a tougher cookie than that.”

Sunset shrugged. “Well, you can’t blame a girl for trying.”

She ran into the water and leapt forwards, diving into the calm shallows. There was a beauty to her actions, watching her cut through the water without hesitation. Rarity had always known that she’d been a unicorn but her movements through the water were like that of a bird zooming through the air.

Was it possible to be both a unicorn and a pegasus?

Sunset surfaced after getting about halfway across and drew in an exerted breath.

“Are you really going to make me be a stone-cold bitch,” she shouted towards the shore.

Rarity smirked. “I’m not going to make you do anything. I just enjoy watching you swim, darling, it’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Sunset shouted back. Then she paused for a moment. “I mean… for a slut!”

Rarity couldn’t help but giggle.

Sunset swam across the pond on a breaststroke before flipping onto her back and returning to Rarity with her backstroke. Once back to shore, she clambered out of the water, drawing in a tired breath. She smiled at Rarity and tilted her head to the side.

“Body of water, some zip ties, a knife, and a muscular futch,” Sunset listed off. “What the hell am I going to do with those?”

“You’re resourceful,” Rarity said.

Sunset nodded. “I am.”

She looked out upon the water and blew a puff of air into her cheek.

“Though I did almost drown you last night,” Sunset said. “Just wondering how I could possibly make this fun and interesting.”

Her attention went towards a little dock that was situated on the edge of the water. It wasn’t in the best of shape but still looked somewhat sturdy. At least, it looked sturdy enough for someone to stand upon. This was probably due to the strong metal beams that acted as its supports.

Sunset went over to her shirt and reached into the breast pocket, producing her knife and a set of zip ties.

“Follow me,” Sunset ordered as she moved towards the dock.

Rarity did so, remembering to remain on all fours like the animal she was. 

Together they made their way onto the platform and Sunset strode to the very end of it. She looked over the edge and into the water, humming and hawing to herself. 

“Looks decently deep,” she commented.

She then pointed the blade at Rarity, drumming it up and down in the air as she tried to figure out what exactly she wanted to do. Though before she spoke, she looked down at the zip ties and then back at the water once again.

Then it clicked as a perverse smile formed upon her lips. It was a dark smile, a mischievous smile, the kind of smile that Rarity desperately wanted to see.

“Get in,” Sunset ordered.

Rarity didn’t need to be told twice as she slid over the side of the dock and into the water. It was somewhat deep, being maybe a foot too deep for her to touch the bottom while keeping her head above the surface.

As she looked at Sunset, she saw that her captor was pointing towards one of the support beams at the end of the dock.

“Now I want to go for a swim but I honestly can’t trust you not to escape while I’m doing that,” she chastised. “So, in order to stop your stupid ass from dying in the woods, I’m just going to tie you up for a little while, is that okay?”

Rarity opened her mouth to speak but knew that the question was rhetorical.

“Very good,” Sunset said. “Glad we’ve come to an agreement.”

Sunset tapped the support and motioned for Rarity to grab a hold of it. Rarity did so without delay, clinging to it. Though sadly the metal was covered in a slimy alga, meaning it was slippery and not an especially good anchor point.

This forced Rarity to kick her legs in an effort to keep her head above the water.

Sunset slid into the pond and swam over to the other side of the support. From this position, she zip-tied Rarity’s wrists together, ensuring that she would stay put.

“Uh Sunset,” Rarity whined. “This bar isn’t as supportive as I would like.”

“Oh, don’t you worry.” Sunset flashed a smile and started to paddle away. “I’m well aware of that.” She waved as she backstroked away. “Just try and keep your head above the water until I get back. I hear that staying oxygenated is a very important part of any young woman’s life.”

Initially, the prospect of staying above water wasn’t a hard one. After all, Rarity was a fit woman and was more than capable of treading water, no matter how slippery her anchor point may have been.

Though she could still feel a sense of panic start to cling to the back of her mind. It was a legitimate fear, watching Sunset swimming away from her, leaving her alone in such a compromising position. She felt disposed of, used up, tossed away like rubbish. 

A few of these thoughts filled her with a pleasured shame. Just one of a dozen fucked up things about her psyche

She then lost her grip and yelped as she sank below the calm waters of the pond. Thankfully, she was able to recover soon after, kicking frantically to break the surface once more.

As she looked over her shoulder, she noticed that Sunset was still lazily doing laps, paddling back and forth across the water. 

This is when a burn started to form within Rarity’s legs. Its onset was far sooner than she would’ve liked, pairing with a matching ache that seemed to settle within her lungs. She gritted her teeth together and fought through it.

It shouldn’t have been totally surprising that such a sensation would besiege her so soon. After all, she had just spent the whole day doing some form of hard or degrading labour. Plus, a lack of proper meals likely didn’t help.

Still, it was alarming, knowing that she was trapped in this position. And, of course, because her brain was this fucked up little platter of grey matter, she was also extremely aware of the fact that this desperate situation was extremely hot.

She attempted to tighten her grip around the slimy metal but of course this provided very little useful leverage. It was a hopeless endeavour and she continued to slide down it, only held afloat by her legs.

“Sunset!” Rarity called. “I’m starting to sink.”

Sunset waved her hand. “Just give me a couple more minutes!”

Rarity whined and continued to kick away, wondering if she even had a few more minutes of energy left. Already she was starting to sink, weighed down by the heavy metal shackles around her ankles. Sunset was a devil and knew exactly what she was doing.

Rarity felt herself dip a little lower with every passing second. It wasn’t long before her legs gave out again and she sank below the water for a second time. She attempted desperately to cling to the slick support but she slipped without resistance.

She held her breath and felt a panic grip at the back of her mind. It wasn’t easy not to struggle but she knew that she needed to approach this situation rationally if she wanted to live. She waited, trying to touch the floor of the pond. It took a moment but she soon settled upon it and pushed upwards, breaching the surface once again.

Rarity gasped for breath and whimpered, trying her best to stay above the water by frantically kicking away.

As she looked at Sunset, she noticed that her abuser had come back ashore and was walking towards the dock. She seemed proud of herself, smirking as she sashayed over in the buff. Every motion was deliberately slow, torturously so.

Rarity flashed a nervous smile. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to leave me here.”

“Maybe I should,” Sunset teased. “After all, weren’t you the one who chastised me for not having the courage to properly fuck with you.”

She walked to the end of the dock and plopped down upon it, dangling her legs over the edge. And she remained there, seeming to make no move towards saving her girlfriend from the perils of the water.

“That was…” Rarity grunted. “That was a very unfortunate comment that was taken completely out of context.”

Sunset smirked. “Uh huh? Is that so?”

She kicked her legs out and still made no move to help Rarity. 

In fact, Sunset did the opposite of helping Rarity, instead sliding over so she was directly above her. She then placed a foot upon Rarity’s head and pushed down, pressing her underwater.

Rarity drew in a desperate breath before she sank underneath. She felt a panic flare within her breast as she was denied her precious air. 

There was an attempt to fight back but Sunset was in too dominant of a position, being above the water and far stronger than her plaything.

Her lungs started to ache, the product of not getting a decent breath before she’d been plunged underneath. She thrashed about but there was little room for her to put up any meaningful resistance.

She was at Sunset’s mercy, a place she had grown to know intimately over the last day or so. It was a realm that was both scary and deeply comforting to be in. There was a catharsis involved in losing all control, especially when one’s life was on the line.

A burst of bubbles escaped her lips and rushed for the surface, followed by another. The air within her lungs was growing stale and she felt the ache in her chest grow into a proper burning sensation.

Rarity rubbed her legs together, closing her eyes and attempting to fight back against the creeping darkness that was her own demise.

Another burst of bubbles shot forth, much weaker than the others.

Air…

She needed air.

A raw and instinctual panic settled in and Rarity thrashed about violently, praying for some higher power to let her up.

And just like that, the foot slipped away.

Rarity frantically launched herself for the surface and started to gasp for breath. There was an urgent quality about her, an animalistic fear and desire to get out of this situation.

She looked up at Sunset and noticed the sadistic smile that was plastered upon her lover’s lips.

“What was that about me not meeting your expectations today?” she teased.

Rarity blinked. “What?”

Sunset sighed and placed her foot back on Rarity’s head. “Deep breath.”

Rarity gasped. “No, no, no, no, pl…”

She was back under before the word could even leave her lips. Instead, the fragmented passage was carried forth upon a string of bubbles. Though she had no doubt that all meaning was lost in the process.

Her lungs hadn’t been given more than a moment to recover and already they were so tender, threatening to burn up and release all the pent-up toxins that had settled within them. She puffed out her cheeks and continued to struggle, hoping that Sunset would show her mercy.

It wasn’t like Sunset would kill her, right?

Right?

The fact that she couldn’t say no with absolute certainty terrified Rarity and in a way made things that much more appealing; that much hotter and pleasurable. After all, they were in the woods and no one would ever know if Sunset had gone too far.

Thankfully, the foot did leave Rarity’s head and she pulled herself back up to the surface, gasping loudly for breath.

“You bitch,” she roared.

Rarity knew that such language would not win her mercy but she had to expel them regardless. If nothing else than to bleed away some of the fury that threatened to consume her.

Shockingly, Sunset started to chuckle at that, snickering to herself.

“Come on, you know what I’m looking for,” Sunset said.

Rarity glared at her and drew in a deep breath before letting it out through her nose in a huff.

“I…” she began, feeling a heat rise in her chest.

Sunset seemed to pick up on her demeanour and moved her foot so that it was overtop of Rarity’s head, once again. Though she didn’t push down, merely keeping it there as a warning.

Though the threat was extremely effective and managed to take Rarity’s frantic emotions and settle them.

“I’m sorry that I questioned your abilities,” Rarity grumbled.

Sunset smirked and moved her foot away, playfully batting Rarity on the cheek with it.

“See, was that really so hard?” she asked.

She reached over and grabbed her knife before slipping into the water right beside Rarity. Rarity tensed as she moved over to the support and started to cut away as the zip ties, liberating her from yet another extremely dangerous peril.

Sunset then placed the knife upon the dock and wrapped an arm around Rarity’s midsection, using it to hold her close as she paddled back to shore. Something that Rarity greatly appreciated as she was utterly drained of energy.

As her feet met the floor of the pond, she managed to stand, bracing herself against Sunset as she did so.

“Okay, I’ll admit,” Sunset began. “I might’ve taken things just a smidge too far.”

Rarity snorted. “Thank you for admitting as much.”

They made their way onto the shore and Sunset rested Rarity underneath a tree, protecting her from the sun and its harsh glow. She then stretched, popping a few stiff joints.

“So, what cruel things do you have in mind now?” Rarity murmured.

Sunset snorted. “Honestly, I was planning to rush back to the cabin and grab us some snacks and a couple of drinks.” She then winced as she noticed the burning mark of Rarity’s cheek. “And maybe a first aid kit.”

“Truly a sign of utter cruelty,” Rarity teased, placing a hand against her forehead. “Drinking rum coolers and eating Doritos out in the sun.”

“I mean… I’m tired, you’re obviously barely standing at this point,” Sunset explained, motioning with her hand. “Plus, my dopamine levels are through the floor right now. So, maybe we could just chill for a couple of hours?”

“If that is my punishment then I’ll gladly accept a little bit of chilling,” Rarity teased.

Sunset snorted. “I’m glad that you’re so accepting of your Mistress’ decisions all of a sudden.”

“The things I do to preserve my life,” Rarity bemoaned, shaking her head.

Sunset rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

“You better watch out,” she warned. “I do have something really mean planned for you tonight.”

Rarity stuck out her tongue. “I eagerly await it.”





The mid-afternoon near drowning gave way to dinner and the evening. 

Sunset had been surprisingly tender over the course of these few hours, limiting the roughness that Rarity went through. It was greatly appreciated as Rarity continued to succumb to that dopamine withdrawal that both Sunset and Rainbow were bitching about.

The high had been nice, the downturn not so much. Yet, there was only one way forward so they endured the day.

Now, with the dishes from dinner washed and put away, Rainbow brought out a sturdy chair into the cabin’s living room.

Rarity watched, intrigued by its presence. Her excitement only grew as the chair was joined by a table, some sturdy cord, a burlap sack, and a few other accessories that she couldn’t pick out from her position in the kitchen.

What she did know was that the mercy she had been granted was likely coming to a very abrupt end.

A guess that was further strengthened as she noticed the shift in demeanour within her abductors. They seemed to slip back into their characters quite seamlessly, growing gruff and dark in a matter of moments.

Sunset would be the first to make a move, coming up behind Rarity and placing a firm hand upon her shoulder.

“Come on,” she grunted. “Your last video didn’t get us the money we wanted. So, we’re going to make another.”

Rarity swallowed a lump in her throat. “Surely they’re just delayed in getting their finances together. It should be coming any minute now.”

“Then let’s light a fire under their ass, shall we?” Sunset snorted. “I’d imagine that you’d want this to be over just as much as we do.”

She tightened her grip and Rarity drew in a pained mew as she was marched over to the chair. 

As she neared it, she noticed some of the other accessories on display, seeing needles, plyers, a pair of forceps, a hammer, and a matching metallic chisel. The sight of these tools sent an icy shiver crawling up her spine.

Sunset forced her into the chair and turned to grab a bundle of cord.

“Hands on the armrests,” she demanded.

Rainbow came into the living room with a pair of opened beers, taking a sip from one.

She smiled at Rarity as she passed. “You’re so fucked.”

Sunset rolled her eyes. “Now, now, don’t give away too much of the surprise.” She reached out and took the other bottle of beer, enjoying a generous sip. “I want to see the fear in her eyes when we do this.”

Rarity swallowed the lump in her throat.

“You want a sip?” Sunset asked.

Rarity looked at the bottle and shook her head. “I’m… I’m good.”

“Your loss,” Sunset teased. “I hear being shitfaced makes things way easier. It’s what old timey surgeons used to do.”

“S-surgeons,” Rarity stuttered.

What the fuck would a surgeon be involved in…

She noticed the hammer and chisel again, her eyes widening even further. Her heart practically seized in her chests, threatening to burst.

Sunset placed the bottle of beer down and leaned over the chair.

For the dozenth time this weekend, Sunset started to bind her. This time she did so slowly, methodically, really drawing out the moment. Around and around the rope went, coiling around Rarity’s forearm and binding it firmly to the chair. 

There would be no hope of retreat, no hope of mercy.

When the first arm was done, Sunset repeated the process three more times. Once for Rarity’s other arm and twice for each of her legs. By the end, she could squirm but it did little good. She was exposed, vulnerable, given next to no room to flee.

Once Rarity was secured, Sunset cupped her chin, forcing her to look up and stare into her kidnapper’s eyes.

There was a very dark smile upon Sunset’s lips and she soon leaned in and pressed them against Rarity’s own. The kiss was passionate, lustful, and most importantly, forcefully as Sunset parted Rarity’s lip and pressed her tongue deep between them.

She held the kiss and swirled her tongue around inside of Rarity’s mouth. Her breath tasted of beer.

It lasted for several long moments and when Sunset drew away, a heavy strand of saliva linked them together. Though it was soon severed as she pulled back, causing the glob to fall upon Rarity’s naked breast.

Sunset smirked and reached forwards, roughly pinching Rarity’s nipple between her forefinger and thumb.

Rarity yelped and proceeded to whimper like a struck animal until Sunset let go. Though a cruel rumble of laughter weaved together from the two women present for this torment.

Rainbow suddenly came into view with the burlap sack, pulling it over Rarity’s head and cinching it shut around her neck.

Rarity still retained a little bit of vision, seeing light and vaguely darkish shapes through the imperfect material of the bag. But her world was jumbled and hard to make out. She knew where Sunset and Rainbow Dash were but couldn’t tell what they were up to at this moment.

“Now I’m going to do something permanent to you,” Sunset warned. “Something to do with your precious little tits. Do you have any last words before I do that?”

Rarity’s mind was alight though she easily picked out the true intentions of Sunset’s warning. This was a chance, an opportunity to use one of her safe words before they progressed any further.

Part of Rarity desired cowardice, desired an end to this pain and torment. This was a rational part of her psyche, knowing that she had enjoyed more than enough orgasms over the last twenty-four hours and this was not worth it for another. 

But the voice of reason was overshadowed by a far more familiar voice, a greedy voice, a dark little voice nagging at the back of her mind. A voice which took the fear she felt and decided that she wanted more, she wanted to be here.

“Fuck you,” is the phrase she finally settled on.

Rainbow snorted. “She fucked up.”

“She really has,” Sunset replied.

There was movement and the sound of something being picked up from upon the table.

“You know I used to work at a place that did body art,” Sunset said. “It was after I left that shitty little sushi restaurant.”

That sentence made something click in Rarity’s mind, betraying what was about to happen.

“Oh shit,” Rarity whispered.

Sunset snorted. “Always told you that you’d look way hotter with a pair of these.”

A pair of forceps pinched down upon Rarity’s nipple. They ached though were nowhere near as painful as actually having her nipple pinched by hand. In fact, the effect was actually quite numbing more than anything else.

Rarity tried to stay perfectly still though that was such a hard thing to do when she couldn’t see and could only feel and hear the movement of her tormentors around her.

“Fuck,” Rarity whispered to herself. “Is this really…”

“Deep breath,” Sunset warned.

Rarity drew one in and that’s when the pain struck. It was hot and agonizing being very literally like having a sharp needle jammed through her nipple. The pain was intense and her world became a supernova of agony.

“Motherfucker!” Rarity shouted, trying desperately to lift a foot just so she could clap it down upon the floor. “That fucking hurt!”

“Yeah, they do,” Sunset teased. “And the second one is even worse.”

There was a bit of movement as Sunset worked, adjusting the piercing and trimming away at the excess metal.

“She’s soaking wet,” Rainbow commented.

Rarity would’ve flushed as she realized that she was. Though she currently had a more pressing concern to occupy her mind with.

Sunset snort. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because she’s a massive painslut,” Rainbow offered.

She smacked her lips together after another sip of beer.

The forceps lifted away from one of Rarity’s nipples and went for the other.

“God these are going to look so hot,” Sunset teased. She then turned to Rainbow. “Is the camera recording?”

Rainbow didn’t respond verbally but Rarity imagined that she nodded considering the amused snort that came from Sunset.

The process was repeated once again, though the build up was so many times worse, knowing what was about to unfold. Rarity braced herself, digging her fingers into the armrest of her chair. She wanted to scream but gritted her teeth together instead.

Then the needle broke through flesh once again.

Rarity hollered and jerked forwards to what limited capacity her restraints would allow. Though this wasn’t a wise idea as it only made her nipple ache even more as Sunset held it securely in place with the forceps.

A million nerves all cried out in unison, screaming at her in anguish and unrestrained agony.

“Now these are going to take about a month to heal,” Sunset explained. “But afterwards they’ll be ready for whatever jewelry you want to use.”

“Bitch,” Rarity hissed.

That choice of language was clearly a mistake as a hand collided with her cheek. The burlap softened the blow, though barely, still resulting in her world spinning around her.

Tears licked at her eyes, legitimate tears of pain. Her breasts felt so tender and inflamed, the nipples numb but still incredibly hot.

Someone grabbed one of her hands in the confusion and started to place some sort of wiring over top of each of her fingers. Rarity was too shellshocked to really resist and allowed these brutes to do whatever they wanted to her.

In the end, each of her fingers was spread out and held firmly in place. Much like her arms and legs, these couldn’t be moved in the slightest.

That’s when Sunset grabbed the bag and tore it away from Rarity’s face.

Rarity blinked through the tears in her eyes and noticed that there was in fact a camera running, resting on a tripod and watching her. She looked away from it and down at her breasts. There was surprisingly little blood but there were now a pair of stainless studs embedded into each of her nipples.

And she hated to admit it but…

“They actually do look kind of hot,” she whispered through the pain. She then snorted and looked at Sunset. “But fuck you, regardless.”

Sunset could only snort at this.

Finally, Rarity’s attention went down to her constrained hand, seeing that each of her fingers was currently held out by some steel wiring. And next to her hand was a hammer and chisel.

Rarity swallowed the lump in her throat, looking away from the tools and up at Sunset.

Sunset simply lifted a brow but didn’t move towards them. Instead, she let the implications do the work and let Rarity’s overzealous mind swirl through the hundreds of terrible possibilities. And, as planned, those ideas came one after another, each promising a form of agony that was more intense and nefarious than the last.

Sunset smirked and picked up the hammer, tossing it in the palm of her hands.

Rarity’s eyes were glued to it, watching it go up and down, up and down. These motions became her world and Sunset’s voice a distraction.

“Now to take care of those piercings,” Sunset began, though Rarity barely registered her voice. “I’d recommend cleaning the area around them with a Q-tip and then submerging the piercing in a salt water solution. Thankfully, I did bring a little…”

She loudly cleared her throat and Rarity stirred, looking up at her.

“You seem distracted,” Sunset said. “Don’t you want to know how to stop an infection?”

“Sorry.” Rarity drew in a breath. “Just… I wasn’t expecting you to…”

“To what?” Sunset asked.

Rarity shivered. “I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I guess I wasn’t expecting you to do whatever you plan to do with that hammer.”

“Rarity, Rarity, Rarity,” Sunset chided, tutting to herself. “You should know by now that I’m not going to give away my game unless you guess. So, what do you think I’m going to do with this hammer?”

“You’re going to…” Rarity swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to starve off her mounting fear. “I’d imagine that you intend to take one of my fingers.”

Sunset snorted. “Well, that’s actually a pretty decent guess.” 

She reached out and grabbed the chisel, hovering it above Rarity’s hand. She cycled between each of her five exposed digits, humming and hawing as she took her pick.

Rarity watched, unable to pull her gaze away from the display. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she could feel a clammy shroud upon her skin. The anticipation, the build up, these were the worst parts.

As Sunset seemed to settle on one finger, Rarity flinched, whimpering as the sharpened tip of the chisel rested against her knuckle. This made Sunset switch to another finger, though this one didn’t seem to please her as she loudly sighed and moved onto the next one, appraising it.

“I can’t decide,” Sunset grumbled, looking up at Rarity. “Tell me, which finger would you like to lose?”

“L-lose?” Rarity whispered.

Sunset smirked. “Well, the first time we sent your girlfriend a video. The second time we’re sending a video and something with a bit more substance. I feel like that might actually get us the money we were promised.”

“I see…” Rarity shivered, hanging her head in duress. “Take my pinkie.”

Was she honestly going through with this?

It was insanity!

It was a bluff!

If it wasn’t though…

“Pinkie?” Sunset asked, nodding to herself. “Pinkie it is?”

She rested the chisel against Rarity’s smallest finger, pressing the pointed tip into her skin right above the knuckle. The edge hurt but wasn’t enough to break skin.

Next, Sunset drew back the hammer, hitching it high in the air. There was a glimmer in her eye. It was half crazed.

She then screamed like a woman possessed.

And then Rarity screamed right on back, ready to lose one of her precious fingers.

Only, the hammer never came down. Instead, Sunset started to giggle uncontrollably, letting go of the chisel. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Sunset wheezed. “You were actually going to let me do that, weren’t you?”

Rarity panted for breath. “You were lying?” 

“Yes, I was lying,” Sunset shot back. “Did you honestly think I was going to cut off one of your fucking fingers. I’m intense but I’m not that intense.”

Rarity drew in a panicked breath before letting out a string of tense laughter. “Well, you had me convinced.”

“That’s called being in character, sweetheart,” Sunset teased.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” Rarity said, shaking her head slowly. “You know that, right?”

“And you’re fucking wet,” Sunset shot back. “So, I think you’ll forgive my less-than-ideal traits.”

Rarity snorted. “Fair enough.”

“Plus, hey, you even got some really hot nipple piercings out of it,” Sunset added.

Rarity snorted. “They really fucking hurt.”

“I’m aware,” Sunset teased. “Now you’re not the only girl without a pair in the cabin.”

She reached out and started to tug at one of the ropes that currently bound Rarity.

“Now, how about we end things on a slightly more intimate note tonight?” Sunset offered. “Run you a nice hot bath and give you a glass of wine next to a campfire.”

“But the roleplay,” Rarity grumbled.

“Trust me,” Sunset said, flashing a dark smile. “You’ll need your rest for what I have planned tomorrow.”

Rarity couldn’t help but smirk. “I can’t wait.”
> Chapter Three
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rarity had been beaten, bruised, battered, choked, nearly drowned, forced through dehydration, and debased on so many levels over the course of this weekend. Though all of these petty tortures paled in comparison to what unfolded over the course of the night.

There were few constants in the universe, few definitive facts.

But one of those facts was that a queen-sized mattress was not designed to comfortably house three lesbians.

“My entire existence hurts,” Rarity grumbled.

She picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip. It would seem that the other two had felt some sort of sympathy for her as she was actually allowed onto the furniture for breakfast.

Sunset groaned. “Tell me about it. I think I got maybe four hours of sleep last night? Five, if I’m lucky?”

“Told you we shouldn’t have let the animal onto the bed,” Rainbow grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sunset replied, waving Rainbow off. “I was just trying to be nice.”

Rarity smirked and pointed her spoon at Sunset. “To be completely honest, I think I got a more productive night’s sleep strapped to that wooden table than I did sleeping in that claustrophobic little bed. Plus, I believe those sheets had a single digit thread count.”

Rainbow drew away from her seat and made her way into the kitchen with her empty bowl. Once there, she started to refill it with some cereal.

“Only one more night and then we can enjoy the comfort of our own beds again,” she grumbled.

Sunset shrugged. “It shouldn’t be that bad considering that Rarity is going to be sleeping somewhere else tonight.”

“Is that so?” Rarity teased. “Should I be worried?”

Sunset smirked. “Incredibly.”

The tone was teasing but there was a certain seriousness to it. It was playful but not dismissive. And that excited Rarity, sending a shiver crawling up her spine.

“And while we’re waiting for that,” Rainbow added, popping a bite of cereal into her mouth. “We’re going to unleash all this pent-up fury, we’ve been getting from sleep deprivation, on your poor little ass.”

Rarity smirked. “Well, aren’t you threatening a lady with a good time?”

She shifted in her seat and winced as she felt the metal shift within her breasts. Her nipples were still extremely sensitive, chafing at the slightest movements. Sunset had already cleaned them once but they still ached.

“I will admit that you probably should’ve saved the nipple piercings for the last day,” Rarity murmured.

Sunset shrugged. “It was a very flash in the pan kind of thing. Still can’t believe how loudly you screamed.”

“They really fucking hurt,” Rarity whined.

Rainbow scoffed. “Oh please, it’s not nearly that bad.”

She then lifted her shirt, giving Rarity a chance to see her tits and the studs that pierced both her nipples. Along with the piecing in her belly button and the several tattoos that she wore. This was a woman who did not fear the pain of body mods in the slightest.

Sunset smirked and reached over, threatening to pinch Rarity’s nipple.

Rarity gasped and jerked away. “I think not!”

“Kidding,” Sunset teased, snickering to herself. “It’ll get better in the next couple of days, I promise.”

“And we’ll even go easy on your tits today,” Rainbow added.

“Last thing we need are for those bad boys getting infected,” Sunset quipped.

Rarity nodded and looked down at her bowl of cereal, prodding at the last little bits that lingered at the bottom. Even though her appetite was gone, she had learned her lesson from yesterday and scoped up the last mouthful, devouring it. She then did the same with her orange juice, gulping it all down.

Who knew when her next rations would come?

Rainbow turned on the faucet and nodded towards Rarity. “Alright, time for some hard labour.”

Rarity snorted and got up, making her way over to the sink. She grabbed a dish towel and waited for Rainbow to start washing.

“We should invite Flash out for the day,” Sunset said.

Rarity smirked. “It was fun getting violated by him on the way up here. He really is such a dear.”

Rainbow snorted but didn’t comment on her choice of language. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, finishing with a bowl and handing it to Rarity.

“How long would the drive be?” Rarity asked as she started to dry.

Sunset shrugged. “A couple of hours, at least? But I’m sure we could bribe him with beer and the promise of getting to fuck your face.”

“I wonder…” Rarity began before trailing off and shaking her head. “No, that is probably a little too horny of a thought.”

“Want him to bring some friends along?” Rainbow asked, playfully bumping into Rarity.

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Am I really that predictable?”

Sunset and Rainbow looked at each other.

“Yes.”

“Definitely.”

Rarity glared at them before holding her head up high. “I can just appreciate the fact that I am supposed to be the cabin whore. And there has been very little actual whoring taking place over the course of this weekend.”

Sunset nodded and drew out her cell. She quickly unlocked it and made a call, ensuring that she left it on speaker phone.

It rang a couple of times before someone on the other end picked up.

“Sunset?” Flash grumbled. 

The sleep was evident in his voice.

Sunset sheepishly grinned. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Nah, nah, it’s fine,” Flash whispered, coherency starting to filter into his words. “I meant to be up in a little while anyways. Is there something I could help you with?” He snorted. “Need help hiding a body?”

Rarity snorted. “We haven’t gotten that far yet, Flash.”

“Hey Rarity, how are they treating you?” Flash asked. “We uh… we didn’t get much of a chance to chat on the ride up.”

“They are treating me like complete and utter barbarians,” Rarity grumbled.

Flash snorted. “So, it’s going pretty good then?”

“Very good,” Rarity replied, smiling contently.

Rainbow chuckled. “We even pierced her nipples last night.”

“Oh, that sounds hot,” Flash said. “I mean… Sunset has a rocking pair.”

“Yeah, I do,” Sunset cut in. “Anyways we were wondering if you’d like to come up for the day? We have plenty of food and beer to work through and Rarity is in desperate need of getting some actual dick.”

“I swear I thought she was a lesbian,” Flash whispered.

Rarity smirked. “I’m whatever Sunset says I am this weekend.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind getting another round in,” Flash murmured. “And I sure as shit wouldn’t mind getting some free beer out of it.” He chuckled. “I’ll come up after I’m done waking up, okay?”

“You still have the directions?” Sunset asked.

Flash was silent for a moment but there was some movement on his end. Rarity assumed that he was nodding.

“Yep,” he finally said before letting out a loud yawn. “Should have it saved on my phone.”

“Oh, by the way, Flash,” Sunset started before winking at Rarity. “If you could think of any friends who would like to tag along…”

Flash snorted. “Gods, is Rarity really that desperate for dick?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Rainbow shot back.

“I’ll see who’s awake and try to win them over,” Flash grumbled. “No promises though. It’s like nine in the morning on a long weekend.”

“Alright, sounds good,” Sunset added. “Talk to you later.”

“Talk to you later,” Flash said.

And with that the call came to an end.

Sunset then looked at Rarity. “I think you should get a little practice with sucking dick. You aren’t exactly trained on how to do that.”

“And what exactly would you have me sucking on?” Rarity asked.

Sunset’s smile didn’t falter as she slipped away from the kitchen and made her way into the bedroom. She was gone for maybe a moment before returning with a familiar strap-on harness. The thick dragon cock still dangled from it.

“On your knees,” she demanded.

In an instant, the warmth was gone from her voice, and in that same instant, Rarity was upon her knees. She even instinctively folded her hands behind her back, trying her best to give off the air of an obedient little plaything.

Not that she really needed much to get that point across.

“Could try and turn that into a gag,” Rainbow offered.

Sunset shook her head. “It’s more fun doing this the old fashion way.”

She placed the strap-on upon the kitchen table and quickly started to undress. There was no foreplay or teasing involved. This was just a woman who wished to shed her pajamas as quickly as humanly possible.

As she stood in the buff, she winked at Rarity before picking up the strap-on. She slid into it without delay and cinched it tight around her hips. When she was sure that it was secure, she made her way over and stood over Rarity.

Rarity’s gaze was first upon the strap, watching as Sunset dragged a finger along the length and gave the tip a little flick. It was long and thick, far more generous than anything she had handled before. 

When Rarity failed to react, Sunset cleared her throat and drew her attention up towards her face. There was an amused smile on her lips and she merely nodded down, letting Rarity know what was expected of her. 

It didn’t exactly take a genius to figure out what she was meant to do.

She drew in a breath and leaned forwards, lapping at the speared tip of the silicon phallus. Her tongue gingerly stroked at it a couple of times before she drew her way down to the base in a couple of lewd strides.

The path was experimental and unsure. Rarity really had little idea what she was supposed to do down here.

Sure, the logistics were understandable but the art was elusive and unknown. How exactly did one give a satisfactory blowjob when their experience with men was so lacking? 

Was there supposed to be foreplay involved or should she just dive in?

“How’s that?” Rarity asked, drawing away for a moment.

Sunset smirked. “I can’t feel shit but I’m sure the boys will love it. Just make sure to maintain eye contact while doing it. I know that Flash finds that very hot.”

Rarity looked up and did so, trying her best to look as submissive as possible. It wasn’t the most appealing angle to look at someone from but she enjoyed it nonetheless. There was just something so nice about being looked down upon as she serviced one of her betters.

Finally, after spending a little time planting gentle kisses and lapping away, she returned to the tip. This time, she took it between her lips and suckled upon it firmly. She rolled her tongue around the silicon and started to bob along it. At first, her motions were curt though they soon emboldened with her growing confidence.

There didn’t seem to be that much of an issue for the first couple of inches, her mouth more than adept at handling it. Her tongue proved dutiful as well, swirling around and around with little restraint or fatigue.

Though as she neared the base, the experience rapidly shifted. The tip of the toy tickled at the back of her throat and she wretched upon it gently. Still, the demonstration had shown just how inadequate her skills were in this department.

“Not used to sucking cock?” Sunset asked.

Rarity giggled. “Coco is not exactly packing the most impressive equipment in that regard.” She drew in a shaky breath. “I think I’ll require your assistance.”

Sunset smirked and reached down, grabbing a nice handful of Rarity’s luxurious hair.

“Rainbow,” Sunset warned. “Do you mind grabbing me a towel?”

Rainbow nodded and rushed off to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a towel. She tossed it to Sunset who caught it and offered it to Rarity.

“Kneel on this,” Sunset ordered.

Rarity didn’t complain as she placed it under her knees. It didn’t take an expert to figure out what this was for. After all, if she were to hypothetically get sick, this would make cleaning things up a whole lot easier.

And inexperienced lovers were ones who were destined to make such mistakes.

Once Rarity was properly ready, Sunset lined up the tip of the strap with her lips. 

Sunset started gently enough, probing at her mouth nice and slow. She only used a couple of inches of the toy for this, rocking herself back and forth at a steady pace. It was a warm up, something to help spread the slickness along her shaft and give Rarity a chance to adjust.

But once that strap was properly lubricated, Sunset started to pick up the pace. She drove herself onwards faster and deeper, pushing further and further with every stride. It wasn’t long before she brushed against Rarity’s gag reflex.

Only, as Rarity gagged, Sunset didn’t stop. Instead, she pushed in deeper and held Rarity tightly in place.

Rarity sputtered against the erection, soon feeling tears straining against her eyes. The cock burned but she knew when to fight through the pain. Soon, she almost found the sensation bearable, though the gagging was killer upon her gullet.

Sunset eventually drew away and pulled the strap out of Rarity’s mouth.

Rarity took the moment to catch her breath, looking up at the silicon shaft in front of her. The whole thing was covered in a layer of crude fluids. It was slick and bobbed before her eyes, nearly making them cross.

“Not bad,” Sunset admitted. “Though I doubt Flash and his friends are just going to be content staying motionless between your lips. So, let’s try that again.”

Rarity nodded and opened her mouth, surrendering her face to Sunset once again.

This time there was no warm up, no need for it considering how slick the shaft already was.

Sunset pumped away with quite some force, this time focusing more on tempo than actual depth. Like before, Rarity started strong but every time the tip would brush against that pesky little reflex, she would wretch and sputter upon her shaft.

Hot tears drained along her cheeks but she ignored them, fighting through the smolder within her breast and the fire that caught in her belly.

Sunset panted for breath, adopting quite the frantic rush to pound between Rarity’s plush lips with even more animalistic lust.

“She’s taking your cock like a whore,” Rainbow quipped.

Sunset snorted. “Are you surprised?”

“Not in the slightest,” Rainbow said, snorting to herself. “I’ll be shocked if that fucking dyke doesn’t kiss Flash’s pelvis.”

Rarity would’ve rolled her eyes if that were an option but she couldn’t very well do so in her current position. 

She was reminded of a phrase about a pot and kettle comparing their similarly darkish colours. Though she supposed if anyone could reclaim that slur, it was Rainbow Dash.

Finally, Sunset slammed her all the way down to the base. She held her tight against the material of the strap, lodging the entire length within Rarity’s throat.

Rarity sputtered violently against the obstruction and attempted to draw back. Though Sunset held her firmly in place, not giving her even an inch to retreat. Instead, she forced Rarity to milk her strap, forced her to fight through the tears and less pleasant sensations that besieged her stomach.

After an especially violent gag, Rarity attempted to draw back but Sunset denied her the option. It would seem that she was destined to remain at the base; to remain on her knees. Not even the threat of sickness seemed to stir Sunset.

Rarity reached up and patted Sunset on the thigh, letting her know that she needed air.

But Sunset only scoffed. “Nice try, slut, but I’m not done making a mess of you yet.”

Now Rarity actually started to panic, squirming with even more vitality. She fought against Sunset’s hand and continued to smack her palm against her thigh, quicker and quicker.

She could feel spittle foaming from her mouth, mixing with pre and dribbling down upon her chin and breasts. It was revolting but in all the ways that tickled at her perverted little psyche.

Finally, Sunset let go and Rarity rocketed back, gasping for breath.

“Fuck,” she breathed.

Before Rarity could get her senses under control, Sunset grunted and smacked her cock against her cheek, leaving a smear of less than pleasant fluids behind. She seemed proud of herself, smirking down at Rarity.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place,” Sunset warned.

“Sorry,” Rarity whispered. “I… I…”

Sunset grabbed Rarity’s hair and pulled back sharply, forcing her to look up and into Sunset’s eyes.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place in this little dynamic,” Sunset repeated, snarling this time. 

She lashed out again, this time with a hand, clapping it firmly across Rarity’s face.

Rarity gasped and burned with humiliation. It was always such a strange sensation, getting struck by one of her partners. There was an appeal to it, of course, a degrading debasement that she always enjoyed. But still, it burned.

“I’m sorry,” Rarity whimpered.

Sunset snorted. “I’m sure you are, now that you’ve managed to actually get a rise out of me.” She huffed. “You’re lucky that we’ve been treating you so nicely. And how do you repay us? By being this needy little bitch who can’t even follow simple instructions?”

Rarity looked away. She didn’t really trust herself to muster a response.

“Now if I want you to choke on my strap, then I expect you to choke on it without complaint,” Sunset growled. “Am I fucking understood?”

“Yes, Sunset,” Rarity whispered.

Rainbow snorted. “At least there’s a few brain cells left in this bitch .”

Sunset let go of Rarity’s hair and moved away, making a show of pacing around the living room. She hummed and hawed to herself, though masked her emotions well. It was impossible to determine what cruel ideas were brewing within her mind. 

What sadistic concepts were rippling under the surface? 

What tortures were just looking for an excuse to come out?

Finally, Sunset huffed and moved towards the door, strap-on still dangling from her waist.

“I think I know what I’m going to do with you,” she grumbled. “I expect you to be outside in ten minutes. No sooner, no later.”

Rarity swallowed the lump in her throat and bowed her head. “Yes, Mistress.”





Rarity knelt upon the soil, feeling the dampness of the earth against her naked skin. It was a little chilly this morning and she couldn’t help but shiver. Though that chill didn’t seem to affect the completely naked Sunset Shimmer in front of her.

Sunset frowned and looked at a very large and sturdy-looking stick in her hands. It was like the kind that would’ve come from an impressive oak. Which shouldn’t be surprising, considering the number around them. 

Then piled upon the ground next to Sunset was all sorts of rope. This wasn’t just hemp rope but seemingly every kind of cord that had been brought along for this trip.

Rainbow meanwhile was bringing a ladder out of the storage shed, hiking it over and plopping it down next to the tree that Rarity was positioned in front of.

Rarity looked up and saw the many sturdy branches above her. They were far thicker than the branch Sunset held and any of them would be more than capable of supporting her weight. Not that they would have to but the rope and positioning weren’t exactly subtle at hiding Sunset’s true intentions.

Sunset finally approached and looked at Rarity closely. Any warmth was gone from her analytical gaze as she examined her like a math problem and not a human being.

“Arms out to your side,” Sunset dictated.

Rarity was more than willing to oblige, stretching her arms out as far as they would go.

Sunset then slid the coarse stick along the length of both arms, more than covering the space from one hand to the other.

“Hold it,” Sunset warned.

Rarity did so, clenching the stick. It was somewhat heavy, though nothing that she couldn’t handle in the short term.

Sunset then went for the first length of rope. She started with her bondage, affixing Rarity’s left wrist to the stick nice and tight. Then she did the same with the right, effectively binding Rarity to this overgrown twig. A few more binds, around her forearm and bicep, helped to further secure her in place and more evenly distribute the stick’s weight.

Rainbow finally secured the ladder against the tree and started to climb it.

“Pass me the rope,” she called.

“Give me a second,” Sunset replied.

She grabbed a longer piece of cord and started to wind it around the left side of the branch, securing it after a couple of loops. This happened twice more with long lengths of rope being used on the centre and right side of the branch as well. When all three were firmly secured, she offered the collective rope to Rainbow who took it.

Rarity bit her lip, rubbing her legs together. It might not have been the biggest shock in the world but she may have harboured some slightly perverted feelings towards the concept of being suspended.

Sunset looked at her and placed a hand upon her shoulder.

“Quill,” she said out of the blue.

A strange word on its own but in the context of the larger scene it was obvious enough. It was her safeword for the next little while.

Rainbow started to climb the ladder, grunting as she neared the top. Once there, she pulled the rope over the branch and started to draw it back down. 

While she did this, Sunset approached the opposite side of the branch with a few sturdy-looking metal stakes. She hammered these into the ground, quite forcefully, and it was obvious that they were more than adequate at bearing Rarity’s weight if it came to that.

Rainbow continued to hoist the rope and it wasn’t long before the stick started to lift upwards, bringing Rarity along with it. Inch by inch, she rose, getting up from her knees and onto her feet. Though Rainbow continued to hoist her higher, not stopping until only her tippy toes remained upon the ground.

This position was not especially comfortable to maintain, straining Rarity’s legs and arms. Still, the intensity was manageable. At least, at the moment.

Sunset came over and smiled at Rarity. It was a predatory smile, the kind of smile that a victorious conqueror would bear when presented with their newest captive bride.

She pressed her hand between Rarity’s legs and stroked at her sex. The motion wasn’t kind but controlling as she prodded away and inspected her plaything.

Rarity flushed as she realized that there was a thin coat of moisture between her legs. It wasn’t long before Sunset noticed this, as well, and pressed her digits into Rarity’s sloppy wet cunt. She pumped them in slowly, pushing them in a little deeper with every passing movement.

“How are you feeling?” Sunset asked. “Because from where I’m standing, you look like you’re actually getting off to this.”

Rarity huffed and looked off to the side. “Fuck you.”

“Mmm… I’m more of a top, unfortunately, but I’m sure you’ll make some bottom a very happy woman one of these days,” Sunset teased.

She pulled her fingers free and wiped them off on Rarity’s face before flicking the last residuals of moisture free. Once finished, she then reached down and ever so carefully took Rarity’s nipple between her forefinger and thumb.

There was no pressure, no pinch, just merely touching it.

“This must hurt like a son of a bitch,” Sunset teased. “Imagine if I were to…” 

She drew in a sharp breath and Rarity cringed, hissing through her teeth.

Only, the pain never came. Instead, Sunset giggled.

“I’m a fucked-up bitch but I’m not that fucked-up,” Sunset said.

She then proceeded to show off what kind of fucked up bitch she really was by drawing her hand back and using it to strike Rarity across the face. This blow was actually quite forceful, leaving such a tender mark upon Rarity’s complexion.

Rarity grunted a response and glared at Sunset. “I’m tougher than I look.”

“Oh, I think you’ve more than proved that over the last couple days,” Sunset quipped as she took a knee before Rarity. “But our time together is starting to get pretty sparse, and honestly, it’d be a shame if I didn’t break you once before we finished with things.”

She grabbed a couple bundles of cord and used them to bind Rarity’s legs together in a couple of places. Once around the ankles, then the knees, before using another around her thighs. All were tight, besides for the thighs, ensuring she couldn’t even kick out her legs if she wanted to.

Sunset smiled and nodded towards Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow smirked and continued to tug upon the rope, grunting as she hefted Rarity even higher. It wasn’t long before Rarity’s feet left the ground and she hung above the forest floor. She wasn’t lifted too high, however, maybe a foot at most. Yet, she was suspended and that’s all that mattered.

Sunset apparently couldn’t help herself as she soon had a phone in her hand and was taking the opportunity to snap a couple photos. Not that Rarity minded, she may have had a thing for exhibitionism and it would be a shame not to share something so ambitious.

After a couple pictures from the front, Sunset moved around to Rarity’s back and rested a hand upon her rump. She kneaded her fingers into Rarity’s flesh, fondling her impressive backside in the palm of her hand.

“Rainbow, would you mind grabbing a couple things for this punishment?” Sunset asked. “You know, something to help break this bitch?”

Rainbow smirked and winked at Rarity. “Gods, this is going to be so much fun.”

There was something in Rainbow’s tone which made Rarity tense and ice crawl up her spine.

Though before she could respond, Rainbow was already making her way towards the cabin, popping inside and leaving Rarity alone with Sunset.

Sunset had somehow managed to smuggle out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter even though she was as naked as Rarity at this moment. She placed one between her lips and lit the tip, taking a deep inhale and holding it for a moment. Only then did she let it out in a cloud of ashen grey smoke.

Thankfully, this was not aimed directly at Rarity’s face. Though it was close enough that she cringed away from the acrid smoke.

“Nasty habit,” Rarity quipped.

Sunset snorted. “I don’t think you’re really in a position to be criticizing me, babe.”

“Any position is an adequate position when it comes to your health,” Rarity grunted as she tried to keep her head held up. “I can guilt you as effectively while strung up as I could while on two feet.”

“I should’ve taped your mouth shut,” Sunset grumbled.

Rarity smirked. “A little late for that.”

There was a noise from the cabin and both of them looked towards it.

There was practically an arsenal of weapons within Rainbow’s hands as she returned. It would seem that the prospect of hurting Rarity was a rather appealing one to her friend. 

Though to be fair, that was kind of the point for this weekend.

Soon, Rainbow was at the foot of the tree and depositing her treasure upon the ground.

Sunset smirked. “Would you like to do the honours of warming her up?”

“Gladly,” Rainbow retorted.

It was impossible for Rarity to see what was going on from this angle. All she knew was that Rainbow had a certain energy about her. An energy that was a smidge foreboding to be on the wrong side of. Though also an energy she was now intimately familiar with.

Rainbow moved around her, circling like a tiger who was about to pounce on its prey.

Then she lashed out, with a grunt, and something sharp clapped against Rarity’s flank.

Rarity yelped and tensed, fidgeting in her strenuous bondage. A pathetic mew dribbled forth from her parted lips.

The blow had been hard, sharp, and focused.  A combination of sensation which Rarity knew very well. It would seem that Rainbow had not had her fill with the cane last night. 

This weapon lashed out again and for a third time, soon after, clapping just as roughly as the first. The blows were potent, powerful, driving a tenderized heat deep into Rarity’s muscles. The blows were so potent that they managed to turn her mewing into a proper whimper.

Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the bondage, but she swore that her body was far more sensitive than before.

Rainbow drew back and hit her again and again, covering her backside in a crisscross of aggravated marks. Rarity had little doubt that they were already leaving angry welts behind and the worst part is that she couldn’t even touch them and savour their presence.

Instead, she would have to live vicariously through Sunset.

Sunset whistled. “Not bad, I’m actually impressed.”

“If I see a bitch asking for it then I’m going to give it to her,” Rainbow retorted. “And there isn’t a bitch asking for it more than Rarity.”

Rarity snorted. “Literally.”

Sunset smirked and drew closer, displacing Rainbow as Rarity’s companion. She selected her own little trinket and did a similar performance, making a show of pacing around Rarity and examining her.

The routine was getting a little old as Rarity had grown used to it. A bit of boasting before the blows started to rain down upon her.

Only a blow never came.

Instead, there was a zap, a shock, one of considerable voltage. Rarity gritted her teeth together, hissing as the electricity coursed through her muscles. They seized and sent a pain rupturing throughout her body as her tendons spasmed.

“Fuck,” she yelped once the current was removed.

“Bug zapper,” Sunset explained. “Didn’t even have to bring this along for the trip, just found it in the kitchen.” 

“You bitch,” Rarity said before chuckling. “That actually hurt.”

Sunset smirked. “Good hurt or bad hurt?”

“Good hurt, very good hurt,” Rarity whispered.

Sunset snorted and her response came in the form of the bug zapper pressing against Rarity’s flank, once again, zapping her for a second time. Much like the first, the pain was sharp and went deep, groping at Rarity’s muscles and making them feel like every single one of them had been put through a marathon.

She whimpered, though thankfully, the pain was short.

Sunset was a sadist but not a sociopath.

“You know what I’m going to do to her?” Sunset asked, addressing Rainbow.

Rainbow snorted. “What…”

Though before she could even ask, Sunset slid the bug zapper between Rarity’s fold. Thankfully, it was off. At least, for now. 

Though Rarity knew that this was only a tiny mercy.

She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes wide.

“Sunset,” Rarity warned.

“Beg,” was Sunset’s only response. “Or maybe my finger will slip.”

Maybe she was a sociopath after all.

Rarity opened her mouth to speak, judging how serious that threat really was.

“Beg!” Sunset barked.

It was serious, very serious.

Rarity whimpered. “Please, please, please, don’t you dare push that fucking button.” She stiffened as she heard movement. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll suffer in any other way you see fit.” She drew in a panicked breath. “Just! Please! Don’t you dare do it!”

“Well?” Sunset asked.

Rainbow snorted. “Could’ve been more sincere.”

Sunset sighed. “Sorry Rarity.”

“Sunset Shimmer!” Rarity barked. “Please, I’m begging you just to show a hint of restraint for once in your goddamn life.”

Sunset snorted and aimed her attention at Rainbow. “Well?”

“Eh, I’m not convinced,” Rainbow responded, giving her head a shake.

For a moment, Rarity assumed that was going to be it. Instead, Sunset drew the bug zapper out, holding it at her side.

“Well, you’re a hard girl to please,” Sunset quipped at Rainbow. “Thankfully I’m a bit more restrained.”

Rarity let out a sigh of relief though this was cut short as Sunset pressed the zapper into her flank once again. This sent another harsh shock into her flesh and turned the tender sigh into another pained yelp.

“You’re making me soft,” Sunset teased.

She moved away and Rainbow took her place in front of Rarity once again.

“I think I’m going to show this dyke a good time,” Rainbow quipped.

She approached and rested her hands upon Rarity’s thigh. For a moment, Rarity was confused, until Rainbow pressed her face between Rarity’s legs and started to awkwardly lap away at her cunt. The positioning was awkward but the effort was very much appreciated.

A thin moan soon escaped Rarity’s lips.

Rainbow found her groove soon enough and managed to press her tongue against Rarity’s folds. She was a fast lover, a hungry one, pushing her tongue in with little reluctance and swirling it around with incredible vigour.

The pleasure was a shocking juxtaposition to the pain that had so recently besieged her. Not that Rarity minded. If her handlers opted that she should feel pleasure then she, as a dutiful captive, would obey their desires.

Faster and faster Rainbow continued to go, moving around frantically inside of Rarity. She seemed inexperienced with her partner and was opting to change that, searching for all of those fun little spots that would truly enhance this experience.

Sunset took up position in front of her, folding her hands in front of her chest.

“Are you really getting off on having one of your rapists eat you out?” she mocked. “You really are fucked up.”

She scoffed and tilted her head to the side.

“You know we still haven’t got the money yet,” Sunset commented. “And if we don’t get it by the end of the weekend, we might need to figure out some cost cutting measures. No point keeping you around if you aren’t earning your keep.”

Rarity stiffened and tried to speak, though another moan was her only answer.

“Dash, would you please stop, I’m trying to have a conversation here,” Sunset chided.

Rainbow drew back and wiped at her lips. “Sorry, boss.”

Rarity let out a whinny of distress as she was so rapidly denied the company of Rainbow’s tongue.

“Anyways where were we?” Sunset asked.

Rarity frowned. “You were threatening to cut costs.”

“Right, right,” Sunset said, sighing. “You better hope that your companions get their money together because we need to be back at work on Monday. So, if we don’t have the money by sometime tonight...”

She nodded off to the distance and Rarity followed her gaze, noticing that it was aimed towards the shallow grave she had dug yesterday.

Rarity swallowed the lump in her throat. “I see.”

A sensation of legitimate fear filled Rarity at that moment. Once more, her psyche was battling with the question about whether this was just a silly little roleplay or something else. It would seem that Sunset’s acting was top notch.

Sunset smirked, a predatory smirk, obviously being able to pick up on that fear. “But don’t worry about that, right now. You and us have a whole day ahead of ourselves. And we will be recuperating a little bit of our costs when some company shows up.”

She drew towards Rarity and grunted as she bent over, picking up one of the many tools that Rarity couldn’t hope to see. There was no foreplay, no show this time as she lashed out and clapped the crop against Rarity’s flesh.

The blow was sharp, though tamer than the cane. Still, it stung with a red-hot intensity and Rarity made that fact known as she loudly yelped. 

Sunset was not content with a single mark, however, and opted to beat Rarity again and again, raining her abuse down upon her.

Rarity whimpered as she felt her entire ass aflame with marks and potential bruises. Though her ass was not an adequate target as Sunset moved onto her upper thighs. 

While thick and fatty, they offered very little actual protection. The blows here were sharper and more agonizing, driving deep and causing such pain that she had no choice but to bark her misery, legitimately howling in agony.

“The joys of country living,” Rainbow quipped. “We can really let loose out here.”

Sunset snorted. “Couldn’t get away with doing this back in the city.”

Though she seemed content with these few blows as she ducked away, moving in front of Rarity and affixing her with a smile.

“I think I’m going to leave you strung up like that until Flash and his friends get here,” Sunset quipped. “Give them something to look at, so they can get in the mood.”

Rarity whimpered. “Please…”

“Please what?” Sunset asked.

Rarity was silent and looked off to the side.

Sunset betrayed the smallest of nods, picking up on how one specific word was not used in that exchange.

“Like I care about your opinion,” Sunset said, scoffing as she practically spat the words. She then moved towards the house. “I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. Do you mind keeping an eye on her, Rainbow?”

Rainbow smirked and settled down upon the forest floor. “Not at all.”





Rarity was surprised by two things. 

The first was how comfortable the bondage was. She was effectively hanging from just her arms but the means by which Sunset had bound her ensured that the weight was not unbearable.

The second was her endurance. She must’ve been suspended for more than an hour at this point. Maybe even two. Yet, she was taking it like a champ. 

Though she did feel the bite of exhaustion and dehydration start to have their ways with her.

Both Sunset and Rainbow sat before her, looking at their phones. The display had been appealing for the first five minutes or so but had rapidly grown old. Still, they kept Rarity there, knowing that her misery was worth a little boredom.

“Flash should be here in about ten minutes,” Sunset said to Rainbow.

Rainbow nodded and got up, making her way towards the anchors that were pierced into the ground. With great care, she uprooted them and transferred the rope into her hands. 

Rarity shifted slightly, biting her lip as she watched Rainbow work. One mistake and she would plummet in a position that would cause quite a nasty fall. 

However, Rainbow proved adept and slowly lowered her towards the forest floor.

Soon, Rarity’s feet were upon the ground and she sighed in relief as they started to take some of the weight from her arms. Though the prior exhaustion ensured that they were not especially reliable in this regard as they buckled under her. 

Thankfully, Sunset was there to help her down onto her knees.

Sunset smiled. “Not bad.”

“That was intense,” Rarity quipped. “Didn’t think I would last that long.”

“Me neither,” Sunset replied.

She got to work on the ropes, untying them at quite the clip. Her knots were impressive but familiar, her hands working through them with little hindrance. It took maybe a couple minutes before the cord was shed and the stick settled upon the ground.

Rarity sighed as she was finally able to drop her hands to her sides. There were grooves marked into her arms but she enjoyed how they looked. There was a sense of accomplishment to it, like a nice beating, knowing that she had earned those marks.

Sunset produced a canteen and offered it to Rarity who gladly accepted. 

Rarity drank quickly until she had her fill and then fell to the side, laying down and panting for breath.

“Thought we’d give you a little bit of a breather before we threw you to the boys,” Sunset teased. “As much as I would’ve liked to show you off to Flash, like that, I think you would’ve been in no shape to service him if we had.”

Rarity smirked. “Alas. At least you have the pictures.”

She stretched her arms out and popped the many stiff joints that had accumulated over the course of her suspension. Each was met with a thin sigh of relief as she slowly approached the point of feeling human again.

“Who is Flash bringing along?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “Himself, Thunderlane, and Soarin.”

“Ah, so I’m living every college girl’s dream then,” Rarity teased. “Getting a train ran on me by the campus soccer team.”

“Slut,” Rainbow jabbed.

Rarity smirked. “I think we passed the point of slut about a day-and-a-half ago.”

There was a sound from down the trail, leading up to the cabin. It was that of a car slowly edging through the forest.

Rarity took that as her cue to sit up and rest her back against the tree. An amused smile coloured her complexion as she waited to see how the boys would react. It probably wasn’t everyday that they stumbled upon a naked woman in the forest who was planning to fuck their brains out.

That was the kind of stuff that myths were made out of.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sunset asked.

Rarity smirked. “It’s a little late to be chickening out, darling.” She glanced at Sunset. “Would you find me getting violated by three men entertaining?”

Sunset bit her lip though her silence spoke volumes.

“Then I will surrender myself to their care,” Rarity teased. “I might be a lesbian but I’m not going to shy away from a little dick if it amuses you.” She winked at Sunset. “Plus, I do have a thing for having my identity invalidated.”

“Right, I forgot that you’re fucked up,” Sunset said, snorting.

An older mustang pushed through the forest canopy and crawled towards the cabin, stopping next to the van they had arrived in.

Rarity watched as the door opened and three boys dressed in summer clothes exited. They were chatting amongst themselves though their gaze was very much locked upon her.

“Flash!” Sunset called as she waved at him. “Did you have a good drive?”

“I was afraid I was going to pop a tire coming up that last stretch of trail,” Flash replied, chuckling. “This place is really in the boondocks.”

Soarin snorted. “I think he was about to shit bricks during that last turn.”

This earned him a playful glare from Flash.

“Hello boys,” Rarity greeted.

Thunderlane waved towards her before turning to Flash. “Well, you weren’t lying.”

“Why would I lie?” Flash asked.

“Because this whole thing sounds completely insane,” Soarin joked.

Sunset smirked. “Nah, my girlfriend is just a massive slut and we needed a little extra help today. I hope paying you in beer covers the cost of your services.”

“Yeah.” Soarin snorted and rolled his eyes. “It was the beer that got me out here.”

“Would you mind grabbing the boys something to drink?” Sunset asked, looking at Rarity. “I’m going to brief them about the ground rules.”

Rarity nodded and made a show of standing up and heading towards the cabin. She sashayed as she walked, putting a little extra swing into her step. Even without looking, she knew that the boys were eating her up with their eyes and she enjoyed that immensely.

She wanted them to want her. She wanted them to be burdened with lust and to use her to their hearts’ content. She wanted them to ravish her for Sunset’s amusement. She wanted them to debase her. She wanted to be a deflowered little dyke full of their cum.

The mere thought filled her with an excitement, making her heart skip a beat.

Thankfully, she was within the cabin before they were made aware of her desires.

There was a heat between her legs and she ducked off to the side. She wanted nothing more than to plunge her fingers between her folds and sate this tempting lust. Though she knew that she had another objective in mind.

Plus, it would be rather naughty to take care of her own needs without Sunset or Rainbow there to grant her such privileges.

She opened the fridge and looked inside, grabbing three bottles of beer. It was the local cheap stuff though she doubted they would mind. After all, as Soarin had joked, they were not here for the beer.

Rarity cracked them open with a bottle opener and then returned to the door, peering outside.

It would seem that Sunset was still in the midst of chatting with the boys. Rarity wondered what the ground rules would be. Though she supposed that it was just her going over a brief review of Rarity’s position this weekend and her limits; what few of them there were.

Rarity waited a moment longer before stepping outside with the beers.

Sunset looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Well, if it isn’t the lady of the hour.”

“Couldn’t let our guests go thirsty,” Rarity said. “Anything in your discussion I should be made aware of?”

“Kiwi,” was Sunset’s response.

Rarity nodded, acknowledging her newest safeword.

She stopped once she stood before the boys and held out the three beers.

Flash and Soarin each took theirs and thanked her. When Rarity glanced down, she noticed that there was an awkward bulge in each of their shorts. It was adorable, in a way, knowing that her mere presence excited them so much.

Thunderlane on the other hand nodded to Rainbow who ducked forwards and took the beer from Rarity instead. 

As Rainbow slid away, Thunderlane was upon Rarity in an instant, placing a hand on the back of her head and pulling her into a lustful kiss. He jammed his tongue forcefully down her throat, not giving her even a moment to react.

It was a powerful kiss; a domineering one. In that moment, Thunderlane showed who was in control.

He pressed Rarity back, pushing her against one of the many trees that surrounded them. 

His hand went for her ass, giving it a rough squeeze. The gesture edged forth such a pitiful moan from Rarity, a sign of pleasure that was surrendered into his mouth.

Thunderlane soon drew away from the kiss and let go of her hair. Instead, he slapped her right across the face. The blow was rough and masculine, knocking as much sense out of Rarity as it did into her.

“Whore,” he snarled. “Who would’ve thought that I could’ve fucked you through high school if I wanted to. Fucking cock teasing bitch.”

He spit at her and a glob of mucus splattered upon her cheek. As Rarity stood in shock, he drew away from her and reached down, fiddling with his pants. In a matter of moments, his belt was loose and fly undone as his jeans flopped around his knees. His boxers didn’t last much longer, exposing his thick cock to everyone present.

There was a holler of encouragement from the other people watching, jeers that told Thunderlane to teach this bitch a lesson.

Rarity had to give it to Sunset. She knew how to touch on Rarity’s very specific fetishes with such ease.

Thunderlane then pressed Rarity back, pushing her against the tree. He clumsily rubbed his cock against her as he tried his best to press into her. It took a bit of maneuvering but soon he found his goal, forcing his cock deep into her with one fluid motion.

This was still a strange experience to Rarity, a new one. She had not taken many cocks during her life and found the sensation to be both appealing and revolting at the same time.

Thunderlane lifted her up and started to thrust into her. Like everything else, it was clumsy and designed for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Still, it was a tantalizing sensation, one which fostered a pleasured tightness within Rarity’s core.

Rarity surrendered a moan and clung to her suitor. She then planted her lips against Thunderlane’s neck and suckled roughly. If this boy thought he would get away unmarked then he had something else coming.

“Slut,” Thunderlane hissed.

He managed to hold Rarity up with one hand and instead used the other to clench her throat. His grip tensed and he squeezed, compressing those ever-important little arteries within her neck.

Rarity made a stifled noise, her moans robbed from her.

Thunderlane looked her in the eye as he continued to hammer away. There was a raw fury behind his actions, a strive to reach an objective that was just on the horizon. He even growled as he plunged himself deep into her.

Again and again, he pounded into her, compressing a marathon’s exertion into a series of powerful thrusts. His cock slapped against her every time he would reach the hilt, the sound crude as their combined fluids created a slurping suction noise.

Still, he seemed to be tarrying, weakening with every passing thrust into her. Even Rarity, someone with such little experience of men, knew what was about to happen.

Sweat clung to Thunderlane’s brow and he traded his rhythm for raw power. He seemed content to just destroy her pussy, pounding away at it with such barbaric force.

Though even this had to come to its inevitable end.

Thunderlane huffed and plunged into her one final time, grunting as he climaxed. His seed was abundant and warm as it filled Rarity. She could feel it overwhelm her lower lips and start to dribble down her inner thighs.

Not bad for her very first creampie.

At the same time, she also started to feel the creeping edge of asphyxiation sneak up on her. It meddled with her mind and made her thoughts dopey and hard to piece together. 

Sadly, that feeling was merely a tease and Thunderlane drew his hand away at the same time that he drew away from her entirely.

Rarity sank to the earth and gasped for breath, shivering as a complex series of emotions washed over her in an instant. Lust, disgust, glee, and accomplishment were such weird bedmates but they combined together to fuck with Rarity’s hormone filled mind.

Rainbow snickered and offered the beer to Thunderlane who took it and downed a couple, well-earned, mouthfuls.

“Cloud Kicker is a very lucky lady,” Rainbow quipped.

Thunderlane shrugged. “I do what I can.”

Sunset smirked and drew over, taking a knee before Rarity. It almost seemed like she would offer some form of kindness. Instead, she rested her fingers between Rarity’s lower lips and pushed them inside without ceremony. After the dick, these barely even registered. Though she could feel the way Sunset moved them around inside of her.

Once finished, Sunset drew them out, making sure that Rarity could see the way that Thunderlane’s white cum drenched her fingers.

Sunset then gripped Rarity’s cheeks, spreading these vile fluids all over her face. They felt sticky and uncomfortable but she knew not to complain. Only after a few moments of this, did Sunset finally press her fingers into Rarity’s mouth.

“Clean them off,” she demanded.

Rarity obeyed and lapped away at these fingers, sampling what a man’s semen tasted like. Unlike dear Coco, this ration was far thicker and bore a saline tinge to it. It wasn’t unpleasant but also wasn’t something she could see herself casually enjoying.

Still, she would not say no to be debased.

Sunset snorted and drew away, looking at the other men present. “Which one of you wants to go next?”

Soarin and Flash looked at each other before shrugging at one another.

“You drove here,” Soarin offered.

Flash smirked. “I also got to fuck her a couple nights ago.”

Soarin nodded and moved towards Rarity. He seemed a little less confident than Thunderlane, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his head.

“So,” he began.

Rarity smirked and placed a hand against her forehead. “So, you’re the next vile suitor that my dastardly kidnappers have deemed fit to whore me out to. Well…” She smirked and winked at him. “Have your way with me then.”

Soarin couldn’t help but snicker at that. “Holy shit.”

“A bit much?” Rarity asked.

Soarin nodded.

“How about I dial things back a little bit,” Rarity teased. She got up upon her knees and reached up, cupping Soarin’s crotch through his jeans. “Would you like to be the first stallion to ever fuck my face?”

Soarin grinned. “I would be honoured.”

Rarity popped open his fly and helped him out of his pants, inching them downwards. She then did the same with his boxers, exposing a rather nice cock. It was a little shorter than Thunderlane’s but made up for it with its thickness. There was also a wild tuft of hair above it, adding a certain handsomeness to its appearance.

There was a sound from behind them and Rarity peered over. It would seem that Thunderlane and Rainbow may have harboured something between them as the two of them were currently in the midst of making out.

Though that would only be a distraction for Rarity. Instead, she bit her lip and focused exclusively upon her next suitor.

She took the tip of Soarin’s cock between her lips and rolled her tongue around it gently. There were already a few key differences that made the experience odd compared to handling a strap-on. 

First there was the taste. His flesh had its own unique characteristic and flavour, tasting of sweat and an Irish Spring soap. 

Second was the presence of pre, a new saline appetizer to add to the mix. It wasn’t unpleasant, just odd. 

Andly lastly there was the warmth involved. A strap was usually room temperature and this was the temperature of Soarin’s body. It wasn’t good or bad, just a far different experience compared to what she was used to.

Rarity familiarized herself with these differences quickly enough before bobbing along his shaft. Her motions were curt but ambitious, venturing deeper and deeper with every passing stride. She attempted to remember Sunset’s lessons and focused upon not ruining this experience with gagging.

All the while, her tongue continued to roll around him.

She looked up and could see the pleasure plastered upon his face, his brow knitted and teeth digging into his lower lip. He seemed content; his cheeks tinted with red.

Soarin rewarded her with a hand upon the back of her head. Though unlike her prior suitor it was a kind gesture as he started to stroke her hair.

“You’re doing good,” Soarin whispered.

Rarity knew that but the verbal praise was very much appreciated.

She drew back all the way to the tip and allowed a deep breath in through her nose. This was going to be where the challenge really began.

In one potent motion, she drew all the way down to the base of Soarin’s erection, taking the entire thing into her mouth. Almost immediately it tickled at the back of her throat and she let out a stifled little gagging noise. 

Soarin sucked in a breath and seemed nervous. This was a gentleman who would draw back at the slightest sign of trouble.

However, Rarity lifted her hand and offered him a thumb’s up. She wanted this, wanted to prove that she could handle him.

She remained at the base for a few moments longer before drawing back and popping off of his dick. Her breathing came out in rapid bursts and she noticed that a web of crude fluids linked the two of them together.

Rarity smirked and wiped them away before affixing Soarin with a daring half-lidded smolder.

“Would you be willing to do something potentially dangerous in an effort to appeal to one of my kinks?” she asked.

Soarin smirked. “What do you need?”

“When I hit the base, I want you to pinch my nose shut,” Rarity said.

She looked at Soarin and appraised his reaction. It seemed like the idea stirred something within him though it was hard to tell if it was excitement or a wariness at the prospect. Though it may very well have been both. 

In the end, he nodded.

“I’ll do it,” he said. “But if you need air, I’m going to need you to slap me on the thigh, do you understand?”

Rarity smirked. “Of course, darling.”

Once more, she bobbed down along his shaft, sizing him up for a second time. It took a bit of effort but slowly she managed to make it back down, all the way to the pelvis.

And as promised, Soarin pinched her nose shut. This immediately sent a panic flaring in the back of her mind, an instinctual fear which informed her body of the obvious.

She couldn’t breathe.

She made a distressed little noise and started to roll her tongue around his pride with what limited capacity she still retained. Her motions were clumsy but they seemed to have some effect upon him as a masculine grumble of a moan came oozing forth.

“Fucking hell,” Soarin whispered. “You doing okay?”

Rarity rolled her eyes and gave him another thumb’s up.

The dear could really stand to learn a thing or two about getting into character.

The panic within her mind was soon intensified as a fresh burn took hold within her lungs. It made her squirm against him and brought a return to her gagging. She attempted to expel the erection from her mouth but obviously had little luck in this endeavour.

“Fuck that feels good,” Soarin whispered. “Keep it up.”

Rarity did just that, using whatever means were at her disposal to take care of the erection within her mouth. She savoured its presence and lapped away at it to her heart’s content.

Soon, Soarin’s breathing took on a laboured quality. He even started to buck his hips slowly, rocking them between Rarity’s plush lips. Though this was only a couple inches of depth, at most, not enough to clear the obstruction.

The burn continued to mount, growing more and more intense with every passing second. Soon, it was like her lungs were doused in flames. Though she worked through the pain and forced herself onwards, even as her vision darkened around the edges.

She knew that air was a treat and if she couldn’t pleasure this man then it was not one she deserved.

Soarin continued to pick up the pace, pounding faster and faster. He was on a mad dash with only one objective in mind. He even pulled out of her throat, though for such a brief period that there was no hope of catching a breath.

Rarity went limp, allowing him to do as he saw fit. After all, wouldn’t the gentleman know his own anatomy better than she ever could? 

Finally, after a few moments of this brutal fucking, Soarin bucked his hips forwards one final time and clapped his hips against her lips. However, instead of remaining there, he drew away swiftly, pulling out of her mouth.

As air returned to Rarity, she gulped it down with such frantic vigour, refilling her lungs. Her desire for air was so great, that she nearly missed the fact that Soarin was stroking himself frantically right in front of her face.

“Here it comes,” he growled.

A moment later, his cock twitched and a strand of solid white fluid erupted high into the air. It landed upon Rarity’s complexion and furthered the white of her skin.

A second strand then came forth though Rarity had the good fortune of having her mouth open for this one. It landed upon her tongue and lips in a heavy streak of spunk. 

She savoured the flavour of an actual stallion. Like with Thunderlane, it was salty and thick, an impressive sample to taste.

Though Soarin ran through the motions quickly, his cock soon fading and the cum turning into nothing more than a measly dribble.

“How was that?” Rarity asked.

Soarin chuckled. “You sure you’ve never sucked cock before?”

“Not an actual one,” Rarity said, winking at him. “I take it that I did a good job?”

Soarin let out a breath. “Holy shit.”

“Should be happy that I broke her in,” Sunset commented.

She approached from behind and placed a hand on Soarin’s shoulder.

“Poor girl was gagging like crazy earlier,” she continued. “Probably would’ve made a mess if I hadn’t given her some practice.”

Soarin nodded. “Thanks for having us out here.”

“Thanks for being so cool about things,” Sunset replied.

Together, the two of them wandered off. 

This gave Rarity a brief moment to examine what was going on between Thunderlane and Rainbow Dash. They were now pressed against a tree with Thunderlane sliding a hand under Rainbow’s shirt and cupping her breast.

“Thought she was a lesbian,” someone quipped.

Rarity stirred and noticed that Flash approached. He had an empty beer bottle in his hand.

“Though I guess I thought you were one too,” he added.

“I believe this weekend has been an excellent opportunity for all of us to explore our sexualities a little more,” Rarity offered. “It turns out that neither me nor Rainbow hold the strictest of views when it comes to our homosexuality.”

“I’m not going to complain,” Flash said.

He looked down at Rarity and smirked before snapping his fingers. Rarity reacted immediately, stiffening and sitting up a little straighter in her kneeling position.

Flash chuckled. “Sunset really has trained you well.”

“She likes to think so,” Rarity teased.

“Wish we had some lube,” Flash murmured. “I’d kill for a chance to fuck your ass.”

Sunset whistled and tossed a bottle to Flash, which he caught. She then returned her attention to Soarin.

Flash shrugged. “I guess that works.”

Rarity looked around, trying to appraise where would be the best place to do something like this. Though she wasn’t left looking for long before Flash loudly cleared his throat. She looked back to him and noticed that he was motioning towards the forest floor.

Apparently, he was perfectly fine fucking her in the mud like the filthy whore she was.

Rarity complied and braced herself upon her hands and knees, turning away from Flash.

Flash fiddled with his attire and his pants were soon far enough down that his cock was proudly on display. Like the previous two, his erection was rock hard, a nice toy for Rarity to appraise and fantasize about.

He started by applying the lube to two of his fingers, not stopping until they were practically dripping.

“You ever done anal before?” Flash asked.

Rarity bit her lip. “Only with a few small plugs.”

“Well, I’d tell you that I’d be gentle…” Flash teased. “But we both know that you wouldn’t like that, would you?”

He pressed his fingers against her pucker, applying a little bit of force. Her hole was initially reluctant to grant them access. There was a bit of pain, as they progressed, a bit of insecurity, but slowly Flash started to work them in. These two fingers alone were enough to make Rarity shudder, biting her lip.

“Does it hurt?” Flash asked.

“A little,” Rarity whined. “But don’t you dare stop.”

Flash nodded and started to move his fingers around inside of her. Slowly, Rarity grew used to his presence, feeling her hole adjust to suddenly being stuffed with his digits. And before long, she was moaning, surrendering her pleasure.

“Whore,” Flash teased.

Rarity smirked. “Only when my Mistress wants me to be.”

“Liar,” Sunset teased.

She came back into view and sat down in front of Rarity, holding a fresh beer and taking a sip from it.

“You don’t need me around in order to get you to spread your legs,” Sunset said. “You just find it hotter when you have an audience.”

“At least, allow me a little…” Rarity gasped as Flash spread his fingers within her.

“What?” Sunset asked. “Dignity?” She scoffed. “I would never dream of it.”

Flash drew his fingers out, their departure marked by a wet slurp of fluids. There was a sudden sensation of emptiness and Rarity mewed pathetically at it.

“Bastard,” she whispered.

Flash snorted. “Just give me a second.”

He was soon directly behind her and the tip of his cock probed at her pucker. It was also slick, covered in even more lubricant. This proved to be a boon as he pressed forwards without reluctance, managing to work in the first couple of inches.

Rarity bit her lip and moaned. 

Flash’s cock felt thicker than the fingers, though she still managed to handle it like a champ. The sensation was weird, though this trip had been full of weird sensations. There was no pleasure in the traditional sense though there was a strange taboo involved and Rarity did love her taboos.

After the first couple of inches, Flash drew back and pumped forwards again, pressing his way deeper and deeper with every cycle of his hips. It wasn’t long before he had adopted a regular pace, pumping away with quite some vigour.

“Want to know her weakness?” Sunset asked.

Flash grunted. “Sure.”

“If you pull her hair, she’ll moan like a whore,” Sunset said.

“Glad…” Flash panted. “Glad that you’re not the only one that works on.”

Rarity looked up at Sunset and saw a genuine blush colour her complexion.

“Bitch,” Sunset grumbled.

Flash did as instructed and grabbed a nice fistful of Rarity’s hair. He then drew back upon it forcefully and pulled her head away from the soil. 

Rarity whimpered as she felt her precious locks put under such strain. It ached but in a wonderful manner.

Flash picked up his pace, as well, pounding even more forcefully into her tight little backdoor. He didn’t let up in the slightest, seemingly caring little that he was claiming her virginity in this unique regard. It was like Rarity was just a sleeve, her ass another hole to be used.

Sunset came over a little close. Though she wasn’t looking at Rarity but Flash.

It took Rarity a moment to realize what was happening but she soon heard the sound of kissing above her. This kiss grew impassioned as the two of them got to know each other intimately.

Flash’s pace suffered for a moment, because of this, though he soon adapted and was back to his usual routine. He was giving Rarity a proper dicking, pressing deep, forcefully, and quick, all in one. His hips clapped against her bottom with every thrust and she could feel the quiver of approaching bliss ebbing throughout him.

Rarity’s cunt was soaking wet, her arousal mingling with Thunderlane’s seed which was now dried against her inner thighs.

Flash tugged back on Rarity’s hair, really straining her in this position.

Rarity whined and squirmed though there was little she could do to take away from the pressure being applied to her.

Flash’s pace started to tarry, growing more forceful as his speed and regularity bled away. This was a sign, like with the other two, letting Rarity know that their time together was growing dreadfully short. Thrust after thrust, gave way until he clapped his hips against her one final time.

He grunted and pulled away from the kiss. “Fuck!”

Rarity braced herself and felt his seed fill her tight little hole. Flash was a virile gentleman and it didn’t take long before he overwhelmed her pucker and his seed oozed out in the second creampie of her life.

His orgasm lasted for only a few moments until he signed in relief. He let go of Rarity’s hair and she buried it into the soil, panting for breath.

“Fuck,” Flash repeated. “Not bad, Rarity.”

He drew away, pulling out of her with a slurp. His sudden absence made Rarity shiver. It was strange feeling so empty after being stuffed so full of cock.

“Been ages since I kissed you like that,” Sunset quipped.

Flash snorted. “Feeling nostalgic?”

“Maybe a little,” Sunset added, throwing him a smile. “Maybe we should go get some drinks together next weekend.”

“I think I’d like that,” Flash said.

Rarity groaned, briefly garnering their attention. Her body felt well used and her skin was marked by the soil and filth of discarded plant matter and foliage. The ache was good, rewarding, though she felt utterly exhausted.

“I think we should let her rest for a little while,” Flash said.

Sunset snorted. “Probably.”

Flash drew away and made his way towards the others. It would seem that Rainbow and Thunderlane had calmed down a little, enjoying a couple drinks. They did seem close, however, leaning against one another.

Sunset looked at Rarity and smirked. “I’d say you’ve got about fifteen minutes before the boys are ready for round two.”

And with that, she stood up and moved towards the cabin. “Anyone want another beer?”





Rarity was sore; embraced in a shroud of utter exhaustion.

The boys had not been content with seconds, nor thirds, or in Thunderlane’s case, even fourths. Still, Rarity had serviced them as her Mistress saw fit.

Now, as the day entered its twilight hours, Rarity found herself resting on the ground in front of a campfire. The warm flames were nice but the boots that rested on top of her were not nearly as kind.

Sunset had opted to use her as a leg rest, a duty she was more than willing to oblige.

“So do you three want to stay for the main event?” Sunset asked.

Flash snorted. “I don’t know, it’s a pretty long drive back to the city and I would like to clear the forest before it gets too dark out.”

“Could stay here,” Rainbow offered.

Sunset snorted. “Would this place even hold five people?”

Five? But there were six of…

Oh.

“I’m sure we could make it work,” Soarin offered.

Sunset hummed. “What do you think, Flash?”

“I don’t have work tomorrow,” Flash replied, shrugging. “And I don’t mind sleeping rough.”

“Could use the help in cleaning up tomorrow,” Rainbow suggested.

Sunset sighed. “We could.” She then nodded towards them. “Are you three comfortable with some of the darker stuff we have planned?”

“Could be fun,” Thunderlane said.

Soarin shrugged. “If I get cold feet, I’ll just wander off and go for a walk or something.”

“Ditto,” Flash offered.

Sunset nodded and mulled it over. She then looked down at Rarity and scoffed. “Oh, who am I kidding, you’re a slut who would love the audience.”

She lifted her boots and then brought one down roughly, jabbing the heel into Rarity’s ribs. The action knocked the wind out of her and would surely bruise.

“Get up, slut,” Sunset order.

Rarity nodded and slid out from under Sunset’s feet, getting back to her knees. As she did so, she couldn’t help but notice just how filthy she had become over the last couple of hours. It was impressive. Normally, she would’ve shied away from such things but at this moment she felt completely and utterly in the zone.

Sunset got up and nodded to Rainbow. “Grab the supplies.”

Her voice was cool and commanding.

Rainbow got up and made her way towards the cabin.

Once she was gone, Sunset reached down and grabbed Rarity’s hair. She tugged upon it forcefully, guiding her forwards. Though Rarity could only crawl upon her hands and knees due to the angle that Sunset led her.

“It looks like your friends have fallen through,” Sunset warned.

Rarity whimpered. “They’re probably just delayed. I… I…”

“Delayed?” Sunset scoffed. “A day is a delay, two days at best. This is not a delay. They’re cutting you loose.”

“Please,” Rarity pleaded. “I can make you money in other ways. I serviced those gentlemen. Surely, they’d be willing to pay for another evening with me.”

“Barely worth the cost of feeding you,” Sunset murmured. “And your value would drop pretty fucking quickly if we pimped you out longterm.”

Rarity’s eyes widened as she was led towards the shallow grave. She felt something flare within her breast, panic gripping at her.

“No,” she pleaded. “I… I…”

“Are out of time,” Sunset warned. “Shame because I was really starting to warm up to you. Hard to find a mouth as good as yours.”

They made it to the edge of the hole, just in time for Rainbow to come out. Her arms were full of supplies and toys, all sorts of things to make her final moments interesting.

She dropped them beside Rarity.

“I’d tell you it’d be quick,” Rainbow teased. “But there’s no fun in ending things quickly.”

“Please,” Rarity attempted one final time.

Though she was cut short as she heard a roll of tape being unwound. The sound was chilling, making her tenses. She looked to the side and saw that Sunset was looking at her with a poorly concealed glee in her eye.

Then she felt a set of hands upon her that belonged to neither of the women. It was Thunderlane who placed one hand upon her shoulder and used the other to squeeze her cheeks, getting her mouth to open. 

Once opened, Rainbow came over with a transparent and flexible medical tubing. She placed it between her lips and shoved it in about an inch or two. It’s presence was confusing, at first, though it was of considerable length.

After it was securely in place, Sunset started to wind the tape around Rarity’s face. Around and around, it went, covering her mouth and nose, leaving only the tube as a reliable means of breathing.

So, that’s what it was for...

Rarity’s eyes widened and she squirmed, though there was little she could do with three far more powerful figures looming over her.

Sunset came over with a plastic fob, showing it to Rarity and pressing the button on it. Upon doing so, the car alarm on the van started to blare. It was a loud and truly terrible noise though it lasted only a couple seconds before Sunset cut it off.

She then slid the fob into Rarity’s hand.

The message was clear: ‘this is your safeword.’

Rarity held the fob tightly, familiarizing herself with the texture of it. Thankfully the big red button had a certain coarseness that made it easy to find. 

It was also very small and easy to hold which was useful as she felt her arms forced behind her back. Rarity knew what was about to happen and shivered as she felt coarse rope winding around her wrists. The bondage was light, nearly loose, just able to constraint her. It was the type of bondage that would allow for endurance without bringing harm.

A boot rested against her shoulder and pushed her sideways into the dirt.

Bastards

Rarity huffed and glared at Sunset. Though her anger did little to deter her tormentor who grabbed her legs and started to tie another gentle knot around her ankles. Once more, just tight enough to constrain them.

“How long do you think she’ll last?” Rainbow asked.

Sunset shrugged. “As long as the tube doesn’t get clogged, she’ll probably make it two or three days before dehydration gets to her.”

“Could make it longer if we poured water down the tube,” Thunderlane teased.

“Would mean that one of us would have to stay at the cabin,” Sunset shot back. “Tormenting this whore is fun but even I have my limits.”

Rainbow picked up the tube and squatted before Rarity, looking her in the eye. She then grinned, a toothy and sadistic grin, as she clapped a hand over the top of it.

Rarity panicked and sucked in a breath though was surprised when one entered her lungs. Though the reality of the situation dawned on her as she exhaled and inhaled again. This was much like a plastic bag, meaning she could breathe but the quality of the air was very much dependent on what the hose allowed for.

She started to squirm though this did little to dislodge the hand which currently constrained her air.

Meanwhile, Sunset reached between her legs and pressed something into her nether. It took Rarity a moment to realize what it was and soon that vibrator sprang to life, buzzing away betwixt her legs.

A faint moan oozed forth though the sound was lost to the sterile plastic of the tube.

“This thing should last for a good long while,” Sunset explained. “Four or five hours at least, according to the online reviews.”

Rarity’s lungs ached though thankfully Rainbow released her grip upon the tube, allowing fresh air to enter her lungs once again.

Sunset then reached for a pair of speciality goggles that reminded Rarity of the type that would be used in a tanning bed. She pulled them over Rarity’s head and popped them atop her eyes. The seal was effective and would ensure that not even a grain of grit would slip underneath. They also effectively robbed her of sight, ensuring that she would see little.

“That button will work,” Sunset commented. “Even if you don’t hear it because of these…”

Rarity questioned what these were, until she felt a pair of plugs enter her ears. These took away another of her senses, ensuring that the only one she still retained was touch. She could feel but could do little else besides that.

She felt helpless, utterly devoid of her senses.

A panic clenched at her and it took every ounce of her willpower not to concede to it. Her heart pounded away and she soon felt a wetness between her legs. The vibrator was set to an effective potency, moderate, enough to stimulate and tease but never enough to bring her to the brink.

How long had Sunset promised this would last for?

Four hours?

Five?

Rarity whimpered.

A second later, the toe of a boot rolled her over and then over again. A couple of these blind rotations had her upon the edge of the pit. Then all it took was one more before she fell inside.

She was in her own grave.

The panic intensified, growing into an omnipresent force. 

Then the first shovelful of dirt landed upon her followed by the second and third. Earth showered down, over and over again, as her companions literally buried her alive.

She continued to breathe; the tube unobstructed. Though her breathing was rapid and hurried. She wondered briefly if she would pass out from sheer panic alone.

Another shovelful and another after that. Each shower of dirt clawed at her mind, sending tendrils of fear directly into her psyche. They were raw and instinctual, the kind of fear that was older than humanity itself, the kind of fear that Rarity’s ape forefathers would’ve known due to how raw and natural it was.

Another shovelful. 

Now the weight of earth was noticeable, deterring her movement and making every motion a struggle to battle against.

Rarity’s eyes felt moist. When had she started to cry?

Another shovelful and another after. Even without any senses she could tell that she was now properly covered in a solid layer of soil. Her squirming ceased as there was little room to actually move. The next few shovelfuls ensured that.

Her breathing continued to grow more and more frantic. The panic started to grow more and more intense. It was terrible, omnipresent, threatening to besiege her from every direction imaginable.

Help.

She screamed through the sound was hopeless, lost to the tube, tape, and soil. Or maybe it wasn’t, she really had no way of knowing, no way of knowing if there was anyone even around her. She no longer felt the impact of soil upon her body and suddenly an intense sense of utter isolation washed over her.

Rarity attempted to squirm but there wasn’t even room to do that. All she felt was the coolness of the earth and the panic of her own mind, telling her she was going to die. Her thoughts devoured her, filling her with only a steady diet of the worst outcomes imaginable.

She thought of her death. Thought of the dozen different ways she could perish over the course of the upcoming burial. She thought of being lost in the woods, a corpse rotting away in a shallow grave for some carnivore to find.

The thoughts were enough to fill her mind with a constant white noise, screaming at her in a language that only the insane could ever hope to understand.

The vibrator was a lost thought, pleasure now unknown to her. There was only one sense left, only one she cared about. 

That was her sense of survival.

She didn’t know what overtook her but she smashed her thumb into the red button. Her thoughts were too disordered to pick a single one amongst the miasma that made her do this. Or maybe it was just the overwhelming chaotic entanglement of her thoughts that did this to her.

Rarity had used her safeword.

She couldn’t recall a time she had ever done so, at least not in years.

Then she waited.

And waited.

And…

Soil started to shift off of her. Then more of it did so, exposing her to the air once again. The work was quick, frantic, though done with care, done by hand in order to avoid hurting her.

Soon Rarity was pulled out of the pit and hands were upon her, many of them working together as one.

The tape was removed from her mouth, the plugs from her ears, the rope from her appendages, and the blindfold from her eyes.

All around her were faces, all of them staring at her with the utmost concern. 

As soon as Rarity was able, she threw herself at Sunset and wrapped her arms tightly around her. She sobbed and buried her face into the blouse of the woman she loved.

The character that Sunset had embodied had promised Rarity that she would be broken by the end of their weekend together. A promise which turned out to be true.

Rarity sniffled and clung even tighter to Sunset, digging her fingers into the fabric of her garb and threatening to crush her.

Sunset was shocked for a moment, unable to really respond. Slowly, she stirred and drew her hands around Rarity, holding her tightly as well.

“Rainbow,” Sunset said, trying to keep her voice soft though commanding. “Can you get some water and something to eat?” She then changed her focus. “Flash, we’re going to need some blankets.” Then finally. “Soarin, Thunderlane… uh… do you mind just uh… giving us a little bit of space?”

Every party nodded or offered an affirmative response before bleeding away and leaving the two of them alone. 

“I’m sorry,” Sunset said.

Rarity sniffled. “It’s not your fault.”

“I pushed you too far,” Sunset whispered. She reached up and ran a hand through Rarity’s hair. “I should’ve known that was too intense even for someone like you.” She sighed. “How are you feeling?”

Rarity snorted, though the sound was corrupted by her own misery as she sniffled. “Sore.”

“I could imagine,” Sunset said.

She continued to gently run her hand through Rarity’s hair, doing so again and again, constantly soothing.

“I think…” Rarity shivered. “I think I’ve had my fill this weekend.”

“I could imagine,” Sunset replied.

There was a patter of footsteps and Rarity soon noticed Flash hovering over them. He panted for breath and offered the blanket to Sunset who clumsily started to drape it over Rarity while still holding onto her.

Rarity snorted as this didn’t quite work out as intended and moved a little bit away. “Here, let me help.”

She took the blanket and pulled it over herself before allowing Sunset to hold her once again. The blanket was comforting but nowhere near as comforting as the presence of her beloved.

“How are you holding up?” Flash asked, sinking to the earth next to them. “You had me worried there for a moment.”

“I had myself worried there,” Rarity teased.

She let out a grim chuckle.

Flash kept his distance. Though he seemed to pick up on Sunset’s look before standing back up and sheepishly making his way over to the boys.

“Do you know what my favourite part of this weekend was?” Rarity asked.

Sunset smirked. “What’s that?”

“When you had me tripping balls on shrooms,” Rarity said. “That was a lot of fun.”

“Glad you enjoyed them,” Sunset replied.

There was more pattering of feet and soon Rainbow Dash skidded to a halt beside them. First, she offered a bottle of water which Rarity took. Then she offered about a dozen different snack foods.

“I didn’t know which ones you’d like so, I uh…” Rainbow chuckled nervously. “So, I brought them all.”

Rarity smirked and reached for one, plucking a box of Oreos out of Rainbow’s hand. She cracked them open and crammed one in her mouth in a very unladylike fashion.

Unlike the boys, Rainbow lingered behind, resting a hand upon Rarity’s side and gently stroking her.

“Are you… mad at us?” Rainbow asked.

Sunset glared at her but Rarity snorted, waving her off.

“Darling, I can handle a simple question without falling apart,” Rarity said before looking at Rainbow. “Of course not, dear. I dared you two to test my limits and an unfortunate reality of that objective is that we found them. I am shaken but not angry at either of you.” She snorted. “In fact, I praise your creativity.”

“That’s good,” Rainbow said.

Sunset leaned over and kissed Rarity on the forehead. “Do you want to rest in a proper bed for a little while?”

Rarity nodded. “I think that would be nice.” She then smirked. “Though sadly, I think I’ll have to settle on that lackluster bed in the cabin.”

Rainbow snickered.

Sunset rolled her eyes and moved her arms, hooking one under Rarity back while the other went under her knees. She then grunted as she stood up, bringing Rarity along with her.

Rarity giggled. “God, this never gets old.”

“I’m going to take Rarity inside!” Sunset called. “I’ll be back out in a little while, okay?”

The four other people present all nodded and waved her off. They seemed to be studying Rarity as she departed, their expressions various shades of worry. She must’ve really given everyone quite the scare with her little meltdown.

“How are you holding up?” Sunset asked.

Rarity closed her eyes. “Better now that I’m alone with you, darling.”

“You just like that I can carry you bridle style,” Sunset teased.

“Oh, very much so,” Rarity said. “It’s one of my favourite qualities about you.”

They entered the little cabin and Sunset moved towards the bedroom. Once inside, she placed Rarity down upon the bed, nice and gentle. 

She then reached up and ran a hand through Rarity’s hair. 

This gave Rarity a nice insight into how truly fucked her hair was. It was caked in filth and grime, muck and debris, snagging on Sunset’s fingers. The sensation was enough to make her wince.

“I love you,” Sunset whispered.

Rarity smirked. “I love you too, you deranged sadist.”

“That would be the pot calling the kettle black.” Sunset chuckled. “But I suppose I did get a little deranged tonight.”

“Sensory deprivation and the impending sense of one’s own death are a very powerful cocktail when applied directly to the psyche,” Rarity quipped. “It was a miracle that I held out as long as I did.”

Sunset nodded. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Could we snuggle for a little while?” Rarity asked. “I know the boys are waiting but…”

“I’m sure Rainbow can entertain them.” Sunset snorted. “Plus, we have a lot of fucking beer that we need to get through.”

She draped her arm over Rarity’s midsection and pulled her in close, holding her tight against her powerful form.

Rarity purred at the affection, nuzzling into the crook of Sunset’s arm.

“We had quite the weekend,” she commented.

Sunset nodded. “We did. I’m honestly surprised that you went through with all of that.”

“Are you kidding?” Rarity shook her head. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve enjoyed so many orgasms in such a short period of time? This is not a diss against you or the girls but it’s been eons since I let loose like that.” She sighed. “I really must see a professional who can help me better understand my fucked up little psyche.”

Sunset snorted. “Doc, I need your help, I can only get off when my life is being actively imperiled.”

“Well, you see dear…” Rarity said, putting on her best mature voice. “I believe that this is a manifestation of your less-than-ideal relationship with your father.”

Sunset snickered and Rarity wasn’t far behind.

“I hope you like the nipple piercings,” Sunset said.

Rarity smirked. “I probably will when they’ve healed a bit. It was very daring of you to do something like that.”

Sunset shrugged but didn’t respond.

“I should really clean them before I go to sleep, shouldn’t I?” Rarity grumbled.

“Twice a day with a saline solution,” Sunset dictated before snorting. “Plus, you were literally pulled out of a dirt hole so… maybe best to do that nowish?”

“But I’m comfortable,” Rarity whined.

Sunset snorted. “And you’ll be a whole lot less comfortable if your stupid ass develops an infection.”

Rarity groaned. “Just give me a couple minutes of marital bliss, would you?”

“Mmm… fine but after that I’m ordering you into the shower,” Sunset quipped. “Don’t want you getting dirt all over the sheets.”

“That feels like it’s your fault and not mine,” Rarity countered, pouting out her lower lip.

Sunset snorted. “You know what? Fair enough.” She leaned over and planted a kiss on Rarity’s cheek. “I’m not going to fight you on this.”

Rarity smirked. “Loser.”

“Bitch,” Sunset retorted.

She then reached over and gently stroked Rarity’s side.

“Are you going to be okay?” she asked.

Rarity nodded. “I think so. My heart no longer feels like it’s trying to evacuate my chest on the quickest route possible.”

“That’s good to hear,” Sunset replied before nodding towards the door. “Do you need some help taking a shower?”

Rarity smirked. “I could always use the company, darling.”