Brotime - Chapter 7: Part 2

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(Keep the music going for a while after reading this first segment)

>It's sunny outside

>The sun's warmth envelops your body as you casually walk to your doorstep

>You wave to several p0nies on your way home, all glad to see the community human

>Life is great

>You make it to your doorstep and reach for the doorknob

>Before you can grab it, you feel yourself move backwards even though you're standing still

>Looking down you see your doorstep floating above a dark chasm, taking you away from home

>You give a horrified look

>You desperately grasp for the doorhandle but the chasm and moving doorstep thwart your attempts

>You look to your window and see Pinkie along with everyone else. They're all dancing and having fun

>Pinkie, noticing you, waves to you with a smile

>You attempt to say 'help', but no sound comes out

>Suddenly the doorstep becomes angled, as if it's falling off of a track of some sort, and then completely falls

>You mouth the word 'no' over and over again

 

"No..no..no...NO!"

>You wake with a jolt, and sit up drenched in sweat

>You're shirtless. Thankfully that's the only missing article of clothing

>You notice your right eye is closed shut. You attempt to open it to no avail. You touch it and feel dried blood caked on your eyelids. Following the trail of blood up your head leads you to a wound clotted shut

>The movement of your arms tells you both of your wrists are chained to something behind you. At least your arms have some sort of freedom. It's a slight comfort compared to being strapped to a table spread-eagle

>That comfort can only go so far, though, as dread takes over your mind

>You can't tell where you are. There's no light at all in this pitch-black setup

>You stand and test the length of your chains. You can only take a few steps until you meet definite resistance

>You follow the chains back. They each lead to a small hole in the wall where the chain is more than likely bolted to something

>Suddenly you hear the muffled sound of a lock turning and chains falling to the ground

>Light erupts from a point above you. The light reveals stairs leading down to a dirt floor

>A shadowy p0ny figure with a hat covers most of the light entering your prison

>Holy mother of fuck, you're in Applejack's basement

>You realize this as soon as the door shuts, blocking away freedom. You can hear the sound of wood sliding on wood

>She's probably boarding the door

>Wait, you're underneath the Apple household

>Maybe you can scream for help

"HEEEEY! SOMEP0NY! HEEEEELP!"

>"Now, Anon. Y'know darn well mah family's at your place enjoyin' Spike's birthday party. Besides, the house's floorin' was cemented when this place was built. Even if there were somep0ny up there ta year ya, nop0ny would hear a peep."

>Her voice seems to get closer

>Suddenly a match is lit in front of your face. The match lights a candle, revealing Applejack's angry stare

>She's inches away from you as her eyes bring about a fear the likes of which you've never felt before

>Seriously man, this bitch knows how to instill fear in a nigga

>She sets the candle on the ground

"Alright, Anon..."

>She grits her teeth when she says your name

"...Here's how things're gonna go. Yer either gonna play nice and rut me like ya mean it, or ahm gonna have ta get rough with you."

>She demonstrates what she means by hitting a lever attached to a roll of chains

>The roll of chains spins

>You're suddenly pulled back to the wall and slam onto it

>You hear the lever squeak and the chains let up, dropping you to the ground

>"Ya got that?"

>You cough

"..Bite me, cunt.."

>"Only if ya ask nicely."

 

>"The pants. Lose 'em."

"Fuck off."

>"Suit yerself"

>The lever is hit and you fly back onto the wall

"AGH!"

>Pain ripples through your back

>You feel Applejack's mouth tug your zipper down while her hooves unbutton your pants

>She pulls down on your pantlegs, pulling your pants off of you completely

>She takes her time pulling your boxer-briefs down your legs, nuzzling your flacid member as she goes down

>She trots over to the lever, releasing the pull of the chains

>You fall to the ground

>Applejack trots to you again. You feel her cbeek rub against your manhood

>She then proceeds to plop your head in her mouth

>The warmth forces your member to slowly become erect

>She releases and gives you a smug grin

>"So ya do like it, Anon."

"Go to hell."

>"Ah'd rather go ta town."

>With that, she plops your head back in her mouth and, true to her word, goes to work

>You can't sit back and let this happen

>You place your hands on her head and push back

>She plants her hooves in the ground and continues to enjoy your member

>You keep trying to push her away. This only irritates her

>"Alright, Anon. If that's the way ya'll want it, ah'm just gonna have ta oblige ya."

>She trots to the lever and activates it, sending you flying against the wall

>The pain is worse this time around. Your back's still sore from the last time she did it

>Your wrist bindings keep you on the wall as Applejack backs up into your crotch

>You dodge her marehood once, but you're not as lucky the second go

>Applejack uses a hoof to guide you inside of her. She moves backwards until you're fully enveloped in her

>She shafts you with a wet plop

>You shudder at this

>"Ah! Anon...ah've been waitin' fer this..."

>This is so wrong

>Rape...rape is happening

>There looks to be no way out of this

>Maybe, just maybe you can escape

>You can barely make out the lever attached to the mechanism

>Thinking quick is hard when you've got a mare pumping your cock with her cunt

>You pick your legs up and place your feet on Applejack's back

>Unfortunately this opens up your legs allowing Applejack to bring you deeper inside of her

>Not to mention the pain from holding yourself up on your wrist bindings

>"Oh Anon! Ah knew ya'll would accept it in time!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

>"Huh?"

>You push her body with all your might towards the lever

>She can't control this sudden outburst and stumbles over herself and hits her head on the lever, releasing it

>You fall to the ground and kick the candle, snuffing out the only bit of light in the basement

>"Yer gonna wish ya hadn't done that, Anon."

"Fuck you." You say climbing to your feet

>"Ah plan on it once ah give you the buckin' of a lifetime!"

>Her hooves stomp the dirt as she charges you

>You step to the side blindly and swing your wrists in the direction of her voice once the clopping gets close enough

>It connects with her head. You hear her body slide into the wall behind you

>She's out

>You fall to the ground, leaning your back on the wall, adrenaline from the moment surging through you

>Well, Applejack's been taken care of...but what about getting out of here?

>Hopefully someone notices your missing presence and goes on a search for you

>But how long would that take?

>And would it happen before Applejack woke up?

>You release a groan and place your head in your hands