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Birds of Pain

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Lugia Seagull

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The swallow struggled against his bonds. He had been wrapped up and practically mummified for... How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? In his state of mummification, there was no way to tell. Blue knew he had blue feathers, like his name, and a red breast that melded into white down the front of his body, but he could not have told anyone what state those feathers were in. Normally preened to a high shine, he took great pride in his appearance, but there was nothing that could be done about his looks when he was hooded, gagged and simply a plaything for her.

He shuddered, trying to whimper and finding the words dying in his throat as talons tapped their way across the floor towards him. He strained to hear. How close was she? The falcon who had taken him pleasurably hostage and done all manner of horribly devious and yet inexplicably wonderful things to him?

And what was coming next?

She laughed throatily, the sound making him try to turn his head even if he could not complete the motion.

"My, my... You do seem to be in a predicament today, don't you?"

He would have agreed with her, begged for release and done anything she'd ever wished of him if he'd thought it would have done him any good. The gag, however, kept him quietly mute and at her disposal, only able to tremble in his bondage. Through the material covering his feathers, he felt the pressure of her fingers and squirmed, too eager for her touch. Anything would be worth it if he could only feel her touch.

"Let's see how you fared last night, shall we?"

Was it morning? Blue tried to chirp, to moan, to whimper, but not a sound passed his lips as she undid the part of the mummification - he could not have told what material it even was in all honesty, though he suspected latex - that covered his crotch. That was her favourite part. She loved having easy access to his genitals. Why, one may have asked? Well, she enjoyed torturing him there. And there was a part of him that enjoyed it too, as humiliating as the acts and the pain were.

His cock was soft, though not blissfully so. Something sharp jabbed into his crotch - one of the only bare patches of feathers that allowed her access at that present time - and he squealed into the gag as his cock abruptly swelled with blood. Forced from his belly slit, his pink, shaft emerged with a cocklebur pressed into the tip, the spines still digging into the most sensitive of flesh. The falcon giggled, revelling in his discomfort, and plucked the spiky case from his cock with a practiced swoop of her hand.

"Didn't you enjoy your entertainment last night? I certainly did. You squirmed and twitched all night with this little beauty digging into you."

Blue gulped, swimming in momentary relief of the absence of pain, even if his poor cock and slit was still sore, bruised and pricked. Was he near her bed-chamber? There was no way to tell, but the thought of her slumbering only a few feet away from his torment brought a warm glow to his cheeks. Was she still watching over him?

The sharp pinch of her talons yanked him back to reality and he groaned into the gag as she cut through skin, a bead of blood collecting beneath the glands. The falcon laughed at his discomfort, wiping off the blood from her hand on his feathers.

"Oh, that was a beautiful sound, my pet. How much of this can you take, I wonder, before you crack, little swallow? What will finally push you over the edge?"

Something sharp - sharper than even her talons - pressed into his shaft, drawing a needle line down his length to the base. It was only after the pain hit in all its force that he realised that she was actually pushing needles through his shaft. Panic slammed into him with all the force of a bird of prey claiming its prey and he tried to screech even though his beak was bound and gagged too tightly to let even the smallest sound out. Piercing - was she piercing him? His feathers ruffled up within the suit, though not from sweat, but the minute movements of his body against the inside of the suit. He was sure that half his feathers were broken and bent, pushed up the wrong way, but nothing he did would ever allow him to escape the physical anguish on part of his body was that supposed to experience pleasure and not pain.

Or at least perhaps not pain in such extreme amounts.

She slapped him, jerking his head to the side. Blue groaned, though he didn't feel much of it with his head nearly locked completely in place. It was a nice enough distraction from the throbbing in his shaft as blood pulsed out. He wondered if his length was more red than pink with the amount of blood it had to be pumping out.

"I'd take off your hood, but there's really no need to see your face today. I can tell how much this is hurting you."

Blue tried to shake his head reflexively, though he knew it was true. He couldn't help himself from sucking in a breath as she ran her fingers down his cock, imagining that she was about to bring him to climax, perhaps, instead of deliver more torment. The next thing that touched his abused shaft and the edges of his slit, however, was far more sinister than mere needles or the warming touch of a female hand.

Leaves... He frowned and tried to work out just what she was doing. The burn came an instant after the leaves had touched his exposed flesh and he couldn't think straight again. Maybe she had loosened his suit just a little, because he rocked a bit more than usual as he threw himself from side to side. Yet he could not evade the searing hurt grinding deeper and deeper into his crotch. It didn't seem to just go skin deep, but penetrated deeper - deeper than anything that she'd ever done to him before had. It prickled, it burned, it made him scream.

The falcon only took pleasure from every jerk and thrash of his body, beak aching from trying to open it constantly and yet never being able to. Not when she was playing with him, at least.

"Poison ivy, darling. I thought it would get you nice and warmed up for what I had in mind today, our grand event. I wouldn't want anyone else wondering who this cock belongs to, after all."

Blue chirped inwardly, dismay flooding his senses. Just what would his poor maleness look like after she was done with him if she was rubbing stuff like that all over his cock? And pricking it with needles? He knew her well enough not to complain, however, with her promise of something more to come. It could only be worse than what he'd endured so far and his cock had healed up enough from the last time to really give her something to play with. Every factor at play bode ill for him.

There were a series of soft thumps and clicks as she set up something beside him. Fire leapt, a crackle that could not be anything else leaping forth as she toyed with something metallic. Blue's heart pounded, blood roaring in his ears. Every fate imaginable raced through his mind, one after the other, but none seemed to match the situation precisely as he pieced bits together.

Luckily, the falcon was there to explain his fate to him.

"A little portable forge... I didn't even know these things existed until I went hunting for one. I figured it would be fun to pluck you and make my mark there, but this is far more intimate." She paused, something sizzling in the heat. "And far more...painful."

Blue held his breath, every nerve ending on fire.

"You like pain, don't you?"

It didn't make sense, what she was doing, but it was enough to make him think and over think what was about to happen. She wiped something across his cock - a cleansing wipe? - and rocked back onto her heels, talons clicking. There was barely a pause before something warm pressed into his hard cock - and then he couldn't think any more.

Not warm - hot! Worse than hot! Burning deep! His flesh sizzled like meat on the grill and his howl could be heard even through the gag. He tried to clench his fingers, but they were kept splayed out and ready for the falcon's use within his mummification suit. Blue thrashed and screamed and howled, but she didn't stop until the metal had been pressed to his cock a total of five times. He knew because he counted every one, chest heaving for breath that he simply could not get enough of. His vision swayed, the inside of the hood dipping and spinning as he teetered on the precipice of passing out.

"There..." She cooed. "You do look so much prettier with my brand on you."

Squeezing his freshly branded cock, the falcon laughed at his muffled screech, arms straining to be released. His shoulders would ache something awful when she left him to enjoy the result of her playtime alone.

"You are such a delicious meal to enjoy, dear swallow boy, but there are finer pleasures than the ones gleaned from my beak."

Her hands disappeared and, for a moment, he believed it was over. The pain had come to an end. Maybe she was even going to release him from his bondage. His heart leapt. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy everything she did to him, just maybe a little more freedom would be enjoyed too...

But it was not to be. Her fingers ran over his cock with something cool and creamy - some kind of lotion - and disappeared again all too quickly, leaving him trying to buck his hips up to a touch that was simply no longer there. She sealed the suit back up over his crotch and patted him, hard, on the head. Twice.

"Little one, you're going to have to do a lot more to please me. This is not over yet for you."

She paused.

"This may never be over. But you don't mind, little swallow. You know it's all done for my pleasure. Your pain pleases me greatly and I would only have more of it."

The door opened, a long, low creak. He strained to hear as she paused in the door frame, imagining her with one foot lifted over the threshold.

"Enjoy your night."

And then she was gone. He did not have long to wonder what she'd left him with as his cock started to burn, still hard and stuffed under the suit like an oversized sausage. He could not soften enough to draw it back into his belly slit without great pain, but the pain, in all truth, was only just beginning. Worse than the cocklebur, worse than the needles and, yes, even worse than the branding. The pain cut into him like the blade of a knife, but even that would have to stop at some point, having no more to cut at the end of its run. But there was nothing to stop the burn of the cream she'd left him with, trickling into the slit at the head of his shaft and finding even more sensitive flesh to torment as it melted, coating every inch of his cock that had previously been left untouched by its searing heat. He wailed, desperate. There was no escape.

Blue screamed into the gag, but, as always, there was no-one out there to rescue him. Not that he wanted to be rescued. That would displease her. And he had to please her.

It was going to be a long night until she returned.