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Night Mare Part 1

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

"Damn but it's nice to finally have that business all taken care of," Moleculon thought to himself as he returned to the hidden headquarters he and the rest of the Guardian Force operated out of. "I thought I'd never track down the rest of Chronos's gang after the time it took to track him down and capture him. At least I can get some R & R in while everyone else is out."

While muscle didn't ripple beneath the snug fitting yet comfortable glossy black costume one could tell what he did have was well toned and trained more for grace than raw physical power. His boots made almost no sound at all as he casually walked along the metal corridors that wound through their headquarters, his crimson cape fluttering behind him. Steel grey eyes took in his surroundings almost instinctively for even inside the confines of their base he was careful to never let his guard down completely, not after the last time it was infiltrated by Harkon and his Hordes.

First stop proved to be the control room for their multi-purpose training and exercise center as he set the controls for his preferred work-out setting; might as well take care of his regular exercise before slipping into something casual his practical side nagged. By the time he rode the elevator down to the entrance level the room was already set up with a variety of high-tech and more conventional equipment for shaping, toning, and improving ones physical form.

Hanging up his cape in its regular place he stripped off his gloves and what few accessories he had and set right to work on his stretching exercises, limbering himself up with a demonstration of flexibility most would envy. He might not be Olympic gymnast material but he did love the level he had achieved after years of careful work and it had saved his backside more than a few times fighting the worst reality had to offer.

He was half-way through his routine, muscles straining against the tension in the advanced weight set when he heard sharp clear notes of metal ringing against metal from the direction of the showers, one of the few constant areas in the exercise room. There shouldn't have been anyone else around yet he knew who it had to be: Night Mare. Even before she walked in he was already annoyed because he knew what was coming and true to form she appeared just as he expected her to.

Nearly 7' tall Night Mare was impressively proportioned, with the build of a percheron covered in glossy black fur and as well endowed as one would expect such an anthro mare to be. Her mane though was a silver waterfall down her head and along her spine until it tapered off between the wing junctions of the similarly-colored wings that marked her as a member of that even rarer breed, a Pegasus. She hadn't left anything to the imagination either as the still wet mare had little more than the towel she was using to dry her mane in her possession, and none of that doing duty as any kind of covering of her impressive assets.

"I have got to get Techna to build a privacy-mode into our trackers," Moleculon thought to himself, "if only to get at least one day off without this happening." Not that he had problems with how Night Mare looked, indeed the view was great, or at least it would be if she hadn't been teasing him with increasingly blatant displays anytime it was just them around the headquarters. He didn't know if the first time was an accident or not but it hadn't been accidental in over a year and the fact her interest lay in females made it especially frustrating as she'd increased the teasing.

Trying to ignore her and keep at his workout proved no respite either, the Pegasus seeing it as a challenge in her game of teasing the sole male human on the team. As he tried to stare ahead and not at her she simply settled on a workbench where he couldn't help but see her as she dried herself in that pretend innocent way so many teases cultivate. Right leg crossed over left she sat, towel rubbing along her long neck as she arched it up and back to thrust her breasts outward, the white of the towel contrasting with her black fur and the black skin of her aureoles and thick nipples.

Moleculon couldn't escape seeing the smirk that tugged at the mare's lips when she saw she was finally getting a rise out of him, some things simply beyond his ability to conceal. Once she was sure she had his attention she uncrossed her legs, powerful thighs sliding along each other smoothly as she planted her right hoof firmly on the bench and cocked herself sideways, showing off not just her profile but the smooth bare skin of her nether lips. Catching his eyes with hers she winged lazily at him while tucking her wings against her back.

"Why do you keep doing that?" he demanded, giving up any pretense of continued exercise and sitting forward to stare at the mare. "It's not fair to me if all you're going to do is tease."

"I have no idea what you mean, I'm just drying off after my shower," she replied while continuing to hold herself on display, even upping the ante by pretending to dry her heavy, firm breasts but openly fondled herself in truth.

"Oh please, we've been dancing this game way too long, so don't even bother with that innocent act," he growled, feeling tense and frustrated like he hadn't ever felt before.

"Well now if you're getting hot and bothered watching me dry off that's certainly not my fault," she tossed back. "I can't really help it if you get turned on by naked females."

"Maybe if you didn't get off on showing yourself off I wouldn't have to worry about getting hot and bothered," he snapped back, frustration increasing as the mare draped herself along the bench, presenting a full frontal view towards him. With her head resting on her right hand, elbow on the bench, idly stroking her stomach between her breasts and waistline with the other.

"I'm sure you can take care of that later, when you're alone," she said with a smirk, her tail flicking over her backside to drape across her legs. "Unless you plan on taking care of it right there."

"You know, I think I will take care of that right now," he told her with a strange gleam in his eyes, a plan to deal with all the pent-up sexual energies the arrogant mare had engendered within him developing within his mind. The moment it gelled within his mind he put it into motion with delight, then knocked Night Mare totally off guard as he casually asked, "Do you remember that encounter we had with Synthos?"

"How could I not remember? He caught me with some kind of nerve agent and I was his prisoner for a week before you and the rest of the Guardian Force rescued me," she replied, puzzled. It didn't take her long to realize why he brought that incident up though as she started feeling her arms and legs begin to tingle and grow weak while he smiled and watched realization dawn as to what was going on. She tried to struggle upright and fight it off but now as then she found herself slipping into unconsciousness as he watched.

"Time to balance the scales I do believe," was the last thing she heard as her vision faded out upon his determined face and she lapsed into unconsciousness.

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Night Mare wasn't sure how long she was out as she felt consciousness returning to her; she wasn't even sure what was going on at first. The first thing she was aware of was being face down on something narrow, something that held her torso rigidly horizontal. The next thing she was able to determine was she was quite rigidly bound, arms and legs held perpendicular and away from her body in an A-frame stance. Even her wings were tucked and locked snuggly to her back.

"Damn him, this isn't funny," she thought to herself as her memory returned of her last minutes of consciousness and the realization that he'd converted either the air around her or the water in her fur into the nerve agent that had been used to capture her years ago. "When I get out of this I'm going to knock him into next week for this when I was having just a little harmless fun."

"You might as well give up struggling Night Mare, even if you could break Adamantium Steel the effects of the nerve toxin will keep you weak as a newborn for hours," she heard from behind her while the lights were simultaneously turned on, leaving her blinded by their brightness before her eyes adjusted then wished they hadn't.

While it wasn't the first time she'd seen some of the things scattered around the chamber from the way it was laid out and stocked it screamed torture chamber, and not a poorly stocked one but one for indulging every kink imaginable. From stocks to whips to clamps and bondage harnesses great and small it was enough to even leave her trembling from a shiver of fear racing along her spine. The A-frame she was bound to was enough by itself to instill panic as the ultra-strong metal had her locked to it in restraints equally strong at her wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees, as well as her waist and neck. Even at full strength she wasn't getting out of it unless someone let her out and the only one who could wasn't going to until he felt like it.

"I think you'll like what I've got planned for you," he continued, the mare jumping as best she could in her restraints as she felt a touch to her hip and tried to look behind her but couldn't because of how she was bound. "I know I will, and perhaps when we're done you'll learn not to be such a tease and going around tormenting a teammate."

"Let me go damnit! You're taking this way too seriously," she demanded, or tried to, her voice weakened like the rest of her and lacking much of the power it had before.

"You should have thought of that before strutting around like you've been doing, taking every opportunity when I've been the only one around besides you to run around showing yourself off in every compromising way possible," he growled, hand pressing firmly to her hip by this point and sliding through the soft, short fur to scritch at the small of her back. "You can only push someone so far before you find out you aren't totally in control of things. You abused my tolerance and self-control one time too many and this is the result."

"Fine, let me go and we'll forget this ever happened and I'll never tease you again," she offered, trying to bargain her way out of what was to come.

"How about you enjoy your accommodations while I enjoy finally getting to do more than just look," he tossed back to her. "Which by the way I must say you do have a fine rump on you, I can't imagine any stallion stud who wouldn't want to climb on and give it a ride," he joked while giving her bare and helpless backside a hard swat that drew a gasp from the mare.

"What do you think, should I find a few stallions to come by for a ride or should I make your fans happy and flood the web with a collage of Night Mare In Bondage pictures to make their millennium?" he asked with a snicker, the stroking of his hand over her back and down between her exposed and well-spread buttocks giving her a cold chill at the thought of just how easily he could make either threat reality. She couldn't even clench her cheeks together to resist as he rubbed his fingertips over the puckered black ring of her anus.

"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped out, her heavy frame shaking within the restraints as she felt a rush of adrenalin-fueled terror at either event happening but managed to do little more than jiggle her dangling breasts briefly and inadvertently rub herself against his hand.

"Not if you take your punishment like a good mare," he told her, hand drawing away from her derriere as he leaned down to speak directly into her ear. "When we're done I'll consider everything even and as long as you stop the teasing we won't have to worry about anything like this having to happen ever again," he promised her. Well not like she had to know he was recording from multiple angles to enjoy watching it again and again in the future, since he'd ensure they'd be kept where only he could ever view them.

"What do you mean by punishment? What are you going to do to me?" she asked, having no idea what he could have in mind. This wasn't a side of him she'd ever seen before or even suspected he could have. If she'd had any clue he'd lose it like this she'd have never teased him or even risked doing so by accident.

"Nothing that's going to really hurt you I assure you," was his reply, his right hand lifting up her head and turning it to where he could gaze into her large hazel eyes, practically nose to nose with her. "Just enough to school you not to tease if you aren't willing to follow through, and save it for your girlfriend if you want to tease someone."

"I'm schooled! I'm schooled! Let me go!" she shouted as best she could.

"As the teacher I'll decide when you're schooled," he corrected her, then gave her a scritching beneath her chin and a condescending petting on the head before standing up. "So I suggest you do your best to be a good student and make yourself into teacher's pet and maybe I'll give you a treat when we're done," he concluded before returning upright and walking back behind her where she couldn't see anything of what he was up to. If she could have seen what he was up to she'd have felt fresh concern as he picked up a sturdy paddle he'd placed handily within reach behind her and waved it experimentally through the air. She didn't have long to wait to find out though, as he didn't feel like drawing things out any longer than they'd already been.

"Arrgh!" she cried out, as much in shock and surprise as actual pain as she felt the paddle landing smartly against her left rumpcheek hard enough to leave a lingering hot spot of pain.

"Bad little teasing mares can expect a good paddling for misbehaving," she heard him say as he balanced things with a swat to her right cheek this time. "You want to earn teacher's pet status you can take your paddling like a good mare in silence. After all you've dealt with a lot worse than having your backside tanned in the past," he pointed out between gentle strokes over her broad fanny with his free hand, tracing the spots he'd swatted.

Night Mare couldn't believe the whimpers she heard were coming from her as he quietly alternated between hard swats to various parts of her exposed backside and gentle caresses that took his fingers over every part of her most intimate regions. Injuries in a fight were one thing, but this was so embarrassing, so humiliating a thing to undergo; paddled like some misbehaving child instead of the grown mare that she was. It was all the worse when she thought about how none of this would have been happening to her if she hadn't found it amusing to tease Moleculon when she had no intention of ever satisfying him or any other male.

Gritting her teeth and clenching her hands as best she could she struggled to take the paddling as quietly as she could, even as the flames spread outward to leave the full expanse of her ebony-furred backside hot to the touch. She didn't know how long it went on with no way of measuring time available to her, only that she'd gotten so used to it she didn't even notice for several minutes that he'd stopped and was simply kneading and fondling her well-tanned bottom instead. Her sigh of relief brought a chuckle to her ears and a blush to the rest of her at the reminder it was some male with his hands all over her body and she had no say in what he did with her.

"Oh my, if I didn't know better I'd swear you like having male attention rather than being the lesbian you've always claimed to be," he commented, his right hand sliding up between her legs to trace along the velvety softness of her naturally bare folds and triggering an embarrassed squirming from her. It was embarrassing because it was true; her body was responding far too positively to the attention she was getting and she couldn't understand why. He wasn't even close to her in species or size yet she'd felt the inexplicable desire to tease him almost from the start; ever since he'd accidentally walked in on her in the shower area of their headquarters.

"What's the matter Night Mare, Cat got your tongue?" he asked when she didn't respond to his comment, his fingernails raking over her lips of her sex and scritching more directly at her clitoral hood. Moaning at the direct stimulation of her clit she squirmed within her restraints, tail doing its best to flick about where it was tied down along her side.

"I'm sorry I teased you Moleculon, just let me go and I'll never do it again! I swear!" she panted, trying but failing to hide the way she grasped at the pleasure from his touch to offset the heat of the paddling she'd received. The need only grew worse when she felt him slide two fingers inside of her, pushing them right to the base of his hand as they rode the slickness of her inner wetness smoothly into her.

"Oh no my dear mare you've got more than just a paddling come to you for the head games you've been playing," he responded, idly twisting and turning his fingers within her as they explored where no male had ever gone before. "We've hours to play out your punishment before letting you go, at which point I expect a changed mare with more respect for her teammates unless she wants to earn more punishment in the future."

"You- you aren't going to mate me are you?" she asked, heart thudding in her chest as she dreaded both the answer and her own mixed reactions at the thought. The fingers inside of her weren't helping things either with the way that they teased every sensitive spot around the entrance to her sex.

"Ah, but the question really is do you want me to mate you?" he asked back, hand pressed hard to her lips and against her clit as he stepped close enough to grind his crotch to her still-hot backside and letting her feel pressed against her what she'd only seen in outline in the past.

"Of-Of course not!" she declared as quickly as she could, denying what her body's instincts and desires were telling her to do.

"Then we should continue your punishment then," he told her; the prompt removal of his fingers from within her drawing a whine from her at the loss. She didn't know if he did this kind of thing all the time or not but he was doing far too good a job in her opinion at leaving her turned on enough to welcome even a male's attentions to satisfy her needs.

"Rather than let this go to waste you can lick my fingers clean," he told her as she found herself presented with his fingers still glistening with her juices and filling her nostrils with her scent. She tried to turn away but he caught her head easily and rubbed the fingers along her lips, pushing gently but firmly at them until she reluctantly gave in and let them inside.

"That's a good girl, lick it all up," he told her while patting her on the head with his other hand, stroking between her ears and along her mane, combing his fingers through the silver-tresses and holding her head up against his crotch while she lapped at his fingers. Humiliating as it was to be treated like some unevolved horse she couldn't deny the small amount of pleasure it brought her at an instinctive level, just as petting and soothing words did for other species, evolved or not. There was also something about tasting herself that she'd always enjoyed and couldn't suppress even when that taste was brought to her by a male.

"Damn but you really love the taste of yourself don't you?" he asked rhetorically as he caught on to just how much she enjoyed herself from the way she lapped at his fingers and almost sucked his hand into her mouth to get every drop of her juices off of it.

Night Mare's ears flushed red with embarrassment as she was brought back from the single-minded effort she'd put into licking up her juices and blotting out where she was getting them. Not that she expected to have many secrets left given how on display she was. She didn't stop licking though, hoping as she looked up at him that her efforts to give him whatever he wanted would reduce whatever punishments he had in mind and perhaps get her free sooner.

"That's enough you horny slit-lover," he ordered, pulling his fingers from her mouth and stroking them across her muzzle to leave trails of saliva everywhere he touched. "Time you worked that tongue of yours on something more suitable for a mare's mouth," he stated, his other hand moving from patting her head to brush along the material covering his crotch, causing it to separate seamlessly to expose his balls and let his erection bounce free.

Night Mare gasped at the suddenly shocking display of a naked male member just inches from her eyes, knowing logically something like this would come but still unprepared for the reality now facing her. Seeing them in photos for sexual education classes was one thing and quite another to have one thrust right into her face, hard and throbbing with the beat of his heart. She could have counted the hairs around it if he'd had any; as it was she could follow the veins that lightly criss-crossed it and smell the strong musk of his sweat that his workout had coated him in. He might not have been even close to comparison with some stallion but for someone who'd never seen one at all it was more than enough to seem to fill her entire world. Nostrils flaring she felt the flush of embarrassment once again as she inhaled deeply, shivering as dormant instincts forced her to nose at his sac, her hot breathe puffing over his crotch to spread his scent around.

"That's it Pet, you're a natural at this," she heard him say, ears flicking at the humiliating praise that she couldn't refute when she could feel a trickle of her own wetness winding its way down the inside of her thighs. Damn her body for betraying her to this male and damn her for allowing it. As a strong, independent female she should have been able to resist taking such pleasure in her humiliating punishment, or at least that's what she kept telling herself even as she nuzzled at his shaft and gave in to the urge to lick it and tasting of the salt and sweat covering its length.

"Oh yes, put that tongue to use and show me what a good mare you are," he gasped out, hands clutching at her head as he guided her along the length of his shaft, aiming her tongue where she could cover the most of it. Night Mare squirmed in her restraints but did as she was told, broad tongue lapping along his erection and even wrapping around it at times as she fellated the first male in her life and compared the taste of him to that of herself and her girlfriend. It wasn't awful but it would be an acquired taste she decided, and then berated herself as she swatted down the part of herself that thought that because she didn't want to have to ever worry about the taste again.

She wasn't sure how long she spent licking at his shaft before she realized she'd actually drawn him into her mouth and was suckling at his shaft like she'd been doing earlier with his fingers. Blinking her eyes back open she whimpered silently to herself as she looked up into the pleased smirk on Moleculon's face but steeled herself to not jerk back and continue licking and suckling softly on his shaft. It was proving maddening though trying to focus on pleasing him and delaying any further punishment when the itch between her legs was growing and she couldn't even rub her thighs together to try and deal with it.

"That's enough of that for now Pet," he panted, gripping her head a bit more snuggly to pull her off his erection against her efforts to continue, "I've a different kind of head in mind for you to give me. Something I'm sure you'll be happy to know will be a first as I've never had someone of your stature to indulge in it," he concluded, something that left her confused as the heat between her legs was fogging her mind enough to be uncertain what he could mean by that. She didn't have long to wait though before he demonstrated just what had in mind.

At first she thought it was just a mistake when the tip of his shaft pressed against her right nostril, the entire length of it coated in her saliva, but as he held her head firmly in his grasp she gasped in shock as he pushed forward, inserting the tip into her nose.

"N-No, stop!" she cried out, struggling against his grasp but in her weakened state unable to escape as he eased the first inch of his manhood into her head.

"Quiet Pet, this is going to happen whether you like it or not," he scolded her while holding himself just inside her nose. "I might not be able to do this with another human or someone my size but our relative differences makes this safe enough for you as long as you don't fight it," he informed her.

It wasn't anything she would have ever imagined anyone doing and her mind froze as she tried to grasp what was happening, that he was going to mate her but not like a male did with a female but actually mate her head instead. She didn't think there was any way to express just how it felt as her nasal lining slid along the intruding length of his member, closing it off and forcing her at times to breathe through her mouth just to satisfy her need for air.

With him taking his time she had a good fifteen minutes to adjust to things before the critical moment when she found herself in the unbelievable position to have her nostrils pressed to the base of his shaft and his erection rested its entire throbbing length within her nose. There wasn't any way for her to put into words how it felt to feel the beat of someone else's heart within her own nose or to have her face buried in such a fashion in a male's crotch.

"There you go. See, I told you that you could handle it Pet," he stated as calmly as he could being in the midst of satisfying an old fantasy he'd had but never expected to have the chance to life out. Not knowing how to respond to such praise Night Mare just closed her eyes and just gave up trying to understand why all this humiliating treatment was leaving her so turned on and simply ride it out.

"Oooooh yesssss, it feels even better than I thought it could," he hissed as she felt him start to withdraw, her breath keeping his crotch hot and his scent filling her other nostril anytime she breathed through it. It was slow-going at first as he thrust in and out of her nose as he paced himself to get the most time enjoying this bit of kinky pleasure he likely never would get to enjoy again.

Night Mare found herself unconsciously syncing her breath with the thrusting at her face, inhaling as he pushed forward and exhaling as he withdrew, almost as if she wanted to urge him back in and hurry him back out again. So caught up in things by that point she almost didn't notice when she felt something trickling down her throat and at first thought she'd developed a nosebleed but the taste of it and the fact it wasn't steady awoke her to the idea that it was something leaking from him into her nose as he mated her head. Even with the warning though she was unprepared for when he clutched at her head and buried himself into nose with a cry as he climaxed, her inexperience with males leaving her unaware just how close he'd been.

Startled and coughing as his seed filled her nasal passage and dripped down into her throat she whimpered and tried to pull back but he held on, her head pulsing with the throbbing of his shaft as she felt it as he came inside her. Cum came out of her mouth as she coughed some up but as quickly as it happened he'd emptied himself into her and released her head to rest his hands on her shoulders to support himself, erection resting within the tight confines of her nose.

It was several minutes later before the captive mare managed to recover enough from the flood of sperm and the overwhelming aroma of it filling her senses to breathe more comfortably again. Well as comfortably as she could with a hard male member planted in her nose and his cum covering everything so that she couldn't think of anything but the smell and taste of Moleculon.

"Damn but that was even better than I hoped!" she finally heard him say as he braced himself and moved back from supporting himself on her. "I've always wanted the chance to say this too; you give fabulous head Pet," he told her while stroking her head soothingly from nose to ears again and again. He couldn't help but enjoy the view of his erection disappearing into her nose as well, and stroked the edges of her nostrils playfully before slowly withdrawing himself, a beaded rope of cum connecting the head of his erection to her nose briefly before breaking.

Night Mare couldn't bring herself to say anything to Moleculon, still frazzled as she was by the spray of cum inside her head and the taste of it that was nothing like her own taste but somehow left her licking her nose and trying to clean up every drop all the same. It didn't even bother her that by this point it was evident she was enjoying such intimate sexual attention from a male and she quickly parted her lips to let him slide his softening member back into her mouth for cleaning and dutifully set about suckling and licking it again and again.

"Keep that up and I'll think you're actually enjoying this and have to find something else to do to punish you Pet," Moleculon couldn't resist teasing, surprised but not unhappy about the mare's reaction to being bound, paddled, and mated in a way few would have ever thought possible. Since she wasn't in any position to respond verbally Night Mare simply opened her eyes to gaze up at him hoping her submissiveness would appease him and bring a quick end to her punishment.

"Much as I'm enjoying this Pet there's still the rest of your punishment to mete out," he finally informed her as he was starting to harden up again, fingers combing through the silver tresses on her head. "But don't worry you can have your suck toy back when we're done."

The flush of embarrassment crept beneath her fur at his words, not wanting to admit it but she did miss the taste of him and the filling of her mouth with his member as he withdrew. She didn't immediately lose all of him though; he spent a few minutes rubbing his shaft along her muzzle, letting it slide up along the bridge of her nose and between her eyes. By the time he was done his scent wasn't going to leave her nostrils anytime soon, nor the image of his hardened member floating before her eyes.

It was maddening that she couldn't see anything of what he was doing! Once he stepped to her right side her head couldn't turn to see anything behind her, the lighting didn't even let her see any shadows to give her any clues either. Try as she might she could only go by what she could hear, feel, and smell which only heightened her anxiety as she waited for whatever he had planned next.

She'd have jumped when he finally touched her again if she weren't so completely bound, patting her flank like she was a regular mare, hand stroking down and up beneath her to fondle her heavy breasts as they dangled beneath her. A soft moan escaped her when he began toying with her nipples, tweaking and rolling them between his fingertips until they were hard and even more prominent. Closing her eyes she did her best to lose herself in the small bit of pleasure it brought her letting it distract her from her situation until he brought her harshly back to reality.

The sharp bite of the teeth of an alligator clip into her right nipple snapped her eyes open and elicited a cry of pain, fully engulfing the thick nub while she struggled futilely within her restraints. Only the knowledge that it would be just as futile kept her from begging him to remove it, and soon enough she felt her other nipple succumbing to the inescapable bite of another clip claiming it. It wasn't the end of it though as she felt the alligator clips being pulled down towards the floor, a shiver racing along her spine as she felt her breasts being stretched out until they were nearly conical in nature.

"That's a good girl, you did fine Pet," she heard as Moleculon patted her on the backside, leaving her confused as she tried to deal with the unexplained warmth the praise caused her. In spite of the painful throbbing of her nipples and the stretching of her breasts her emotions were all over the place, she could actually feel her juices soaking the inside of her thighs; why was something so wrong leaving her feeling so aroused?

Night Mare was ashamed how obvious it was too, Moleculon could easily see her wetness when she heard him walking around behind her, along with her winking sex which only got worse when he cupped and squeezed her dripping entrance.

"I think this explains why you've been such a nasty tease the past year," he declared loudly, fingers sliding along her engorged labia and flexing opening. "Well don't worry I've something well suited to filling this," he continued, only to leave her shamefully moaning and trying to hump backwards when his hand drew away. The sound of things being moved on one of the tables behind her echoed in her ears, soon followed by something cold and thick pressing up against her sex.

"I made this just for you," was all she heard before he began pushing the metal cylinder into her. She moaned loudly as the dildo stretched her virgin passage around it, the heat of her sex quickly warming it as it burrowed inside. Her humiliation and pleasure grew in equal parts as it sank deep into her belly, until he finally stopped when she felt something pressing up against her throbbing clit, sending a wave of pleasure up along her spine.

Whimpers of frustration escaped her lips when Moleculon paused once the dildo was buried deep inside of her, seeming to recognize how badly she wanted him to mate her as she surrendered to the lustful desires that he'd fanned to a furnace heat from the smoldering coal she never even realized she had. Wandering fingers played over her stretched and dripping lips, spreading her juices up between her cheeks and across her winking tailhole. Each time he ran his fingertips over her rear entrance she felt him working her juices along with his fingers a little deeper each time, leaving her no illusions what was to come.

She had no way of knowing how many minutes it took, only that she's grown used to the bite of the clips on her aching nipples before he stepped up behind her and she felt him rubbing the tip of his erection to her now lubricated rear passage. When he finally pushed forward he slid into her easily, the ebony mare's much larger size leaving her easily able to handle his hard member with little preparation unlike a female closer to his size.

His right hand rested snuggly on her hip and the left slid up onto the other once he was fully inside of her, savoring the sensation of her tailhole's warm snug-fitting heat enveloping his shaft. As a new sensation to her Night Mare found herself trying to fully understand the mix of things happening to her; from the stretching solidness of the dildo that owned her sex to the equally irresistible male member in her well-fleshed derriere to the bite of the alligator clips leaving a mix of pain from her stretched breasts to contrast the pleasure caused by his work on her nether regions.

Just being filled in both holes was nearly overwhelming her from the physical sensations it sent rippling throughout her body but when he began to mate her with steady firm thrusts Night Mare felt like she was no longer living in the same body she had before. She'd have certainly squeezed the dildo thin as a pencil and taken off Moleculon's erection with her gripping entrances if she weren't so weakened with the way her internal muscles tried to clamp down on both. Each thrust jostled the dildo inside of her causing the protrusion on the end to bang up against her love button each time, spiking her with growing waves of pleasure each time.

Night Mare's struggles in her restraints renewed as her instincts pushed her, wanting to be more involved in trying to get him inside of her, instincts that only knew she was filled and wanting that stand-in for a stallion's raging member pounding at her. Her wrists rubbed against the cuffs and her shoulder muscles flexed in futile effort to be more involved rather than having to submit to the pace he set. Nostrils flaring she was panting harder and louder as the minutes dragged on, her thick musky juices having managed to soak her all the way down to her hoofs as he bred her rear end and the dildo fanned her passions higher and higher.

Brain fogged as it was she barely noticed when he finally climaxed, emptying another load into her, fingers digging into her hips while his pressed hard to her tightly-furred rump. The ache for release in her loins began to eat at her though as he remained still and pressed up against her, the end to the continuing stimulation leaving her shaking in her bonds from frustration. Before she could begin begging for him to finish her off he reached in between them and began to work her clit directly, the fingering on her already primed little button and the heightened sensitivity from her need finally set her off like a fire-cracker tossed into a room filled with gasoline fumes.

With a very mare-like cry as she climaxed every muscle in Night Mare's body tensed up as all the winding up of her needs was finally released, uncoiling like an exploding bomb, her mind whiting out from an orgasmic release like she'd never felt before. Her heart pounding in her chest she emptied her lungs until she nearly passed out before she came down enough to resume breathing, chest heaving as she gulped down air to refill her lungs. All frazzled and dazed as she slid down the other side of her peak she was unaware of anything as she went completely limp within her restraints, aware of nothing but the soothing afterglow warming her from hoof to nose.

It wasn't until she heard Moleculon saying, "come along now Pet, still one last task for you," from in front of her that her head cleared enough for her to realize where she was and felt his softened member rubbing up against her lips giving her the taste of him and her tailhole still lingering upon it. Fully submissive to him by now her lips parted readily to let him inside and began to dutifully lick away the mess there, glad in the back of her mind that she had been fresh from the shower and quite clean before everything began. Throughout it all his hands cupped the sides of her head where he could rub gently around and behind her ears, tongue lapping away as she used what she'd learned previously to clean every bit of her master's shaft.

"Good job Pet, I think we can say the last of your punishment is done," he finally told her as he pulled away, mouth trying to keep suckling on him and reaching for his shaft when it was freed from the warm wetness that so welcomed it. "As long as you're done with the teasing anyway," he added with a chuckle. Looking up at him she gave a wiggle trying to free herself to no avail and gazed quizzically at him.

"Oh don't worry Pet, you'll be able to free yourself shortly, since the nerve agent should be wearing off soon," he told her when he made no move to free her and instead patted her on the head once again. "So I'll just leave you here to contemplate your wrongdoing in the meantime, and you can keep your gift," he added with a smirk before turning away. Night Mare whimpered in helpless frustration as he walked over and casually punched in a code for the room, automated systems whisking away the BDSM set-up until only she remained in the metallic frame, on full display with the dildo barely protruding from her sex and nipples still firmly within the jaws of the alligator clips.

As the room settled into darkness she could only watch as he left her there, helpless and fearful someone might return before she could free herself and clean up the rest to cover things up. Alone with her thoughts she could only review everything that had happened and the shame she felt at enjoying it and even greater fear that she could find herself wanting it to happen again.