FlutterRape (Warning: Contains Rape)

 

 

 

>Oh fuck, your head is spinning.

>You can feel the dried blood matting the hair on the back of your head to your scalp.

>You open your eyes to a dimly lit room with a gray cement floor, and dark brick walls.

>The only light is a swinging lantern hanging from the ceiling.

>You try to hold your aching head, to find that your body has been tied down. You struggle against the binds, but to no avail. The thick leather straps won't loosen.

>Above you, faint footsteps can be heard, growing ever closer.

 Clop.... Clop... Clop... Clop... Clop...

>They grow closer to you with each moment, slowly but surely getting louder.

>Your mind begins to race. You try to scream out for help, but find that your voice is stuck in your throat with fear.

>you hear whistling. Is that... Birds?

>Deliberate in tune, but whistling. You hear the faint sound of their whistles through the wall, as above you the footsteps stop.

  Clop... Clop... Clop...

  CLICK

 

>The sound of a lock opening is heard, followed with a heavy THUD.

>A door creeks open, and a blinding light fills the room.

>You wince away, closing your eyes to the blinding rays.

>The whistling is getting louder, no longer a faint hum.

Clop... Clop... Clop... Clop...

>the footsteps are heard descending the stairs, as the door swings shut behind them.

>With your eyes adjusting being blinded by light it's hard to see them, you squint and try to stare through the now dark room.

>They look yellow.... No, pink... Wait. Oh god.

 "F- Fluttershy, is that you?"

>Nothing is heard. The silence carries on through for what feels like an eternity.

>As you sit in the silence, your mind begins to race. Is that fluttershy? Where are you? your mind wanders, and fills your with dread. The silence is broken as you listen. The Whistling. You still hear the Whistling. It rings in your head, growing louder and louder!

 Clop... Clop... Clop... Clop.

>you hear them get close to you, and when they step into the light, terror sets in. Your face goes numb, your eyes widen, and your heart pounds You can't move.

>It's Fluttershy.

"Oh god, please let me out of here. I won't tell RainBo-"

>You're suddenly hit in the temple, rocking your head.

>Pain echoes through your ears as she yells:

>Turning to her, you see that her once soft face is expressionless.

>She moves a lever on the board you're tied to, and you swing back and lay horizontally, staring at yourself through broken glass mirrors glued on the ceiling.

"Please, fluttershy, just let me go! Oh God, what are you doing?"

>A hoof reaches up to the lantern above you, opening the latch.

>With a tilt, Scalding wax is spilled onto your bare skinned chest.

>You scream in agonizing pain, and writhe in your binds.

 >The Whistling growing louder, reverberating through the room. The only sounds you can hear are your own thoughts and cries, and the Whistling! Oh god, it's deafening, it rings in your head, it pounds your ears, as if scraping nails on a chalkboard!

>A sharp pain is felt in your leg, and a sharp pressure.

>You see a needle in your leg, injecting some cold green liquid into you.

>You feel it spread through your body, like icy razors.

>She rips the needle out and throws it to a corner.

>Your vision blurs, your head throbs, and your eyes burn.

>Her nose grazes your leg, trailing upward.

>Whatever drug she just gave you is working, as your once flaccid member rises with each moment.

>You feel sick as her tongue trails up your inner-thigh and onto you as she takes you in her mouth.

>You try to struggle but your body is numb, you try to scream but you can't talk.

>The only thing you can hear is her breathing, and the Whistling.

>It rings through you, splitting your head and burning your eyes.

>your body shakes with the tune, your skin crawls and your hair stands on end.

>Disgust and shame wash over your as she spits you out.

>Throwing her leg across you, she sits atop you, grinding against your hips.

>With a slide forward and back, she inserts you.

>You feel sick, and violated. You want to scream, you want to struggle, but you can't even speak.

>Violated and sick, you begin to realize what's happening

"Fluttershy, get off me! DON'T DO TH-"

 

> a hoof rises and pounds in to your face.

>Again and again she hits you, in your eyes, your temples, your nose, everywhere.

>She's just beating you, and you can't do anything.

>With each strike the Whistling grows louder. It screams in your ears, and echos in your mind. It leaves you able to focus just enough to feel what Fluttershy is doing to you, and her beatings.

>Blood flows freely from your nose and ears, pain washing over your body.

>You feel Fluttershy shudder and squeeze around you.

>She stops, and looks you dead in the eyes. You're blood runs cold, your body seizes, your mind blanks.Leaning ever closer, she slowly approaches your face.

>The Whistling grows louder, until you can't even hear yourself breath.

>She stops, inches from your face and suddenly, the Whistling is gone just before it finishes, and your ears no longer ring.

>"It's time to go to bed"

>She thrusts down at your neck, and out of your vision.

>You feel a sharp pain as her teeth tear through your jugular vein.