Title:           I, Toy
Author:          MrNameless
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First Edit:      Wednesday 30th of April 2014 02:33:16 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 19th of March 2016 04:19:04 AM CDT

>Your body hurts.
>Master didn't feed you today.
>Or yesterday. Or the day before.
>It's been three days since your last meal.
>And your body hurts so bad.
>The beatings have gotten worse.
>But it's your fault. You keep messing up.
>Why can't you be a good pone for master?
>He wants to be tender. He wants to love and caress you.
>He says so every time he punishes you.
>But you won't let him.
>You're so stupid.
>The hunger gnaws at you and you curl into a ball.
>You're allowed a small blanket for warmth.
>A sign of master's benevolence.
>He's so kind.
>It's winter and you would surely freeze without it.
>And it's so cold.
>A shiver runs down your spine and awakens your sore body.
>And you let out a whimper.
>You really wish you could sleep.
>Sleep always takes the pain away.
>But master gets mad if you aren't awake to greet him when he comes in.
>He always comes in at the same time of day.
>You just wish you had a way of telling time.
>Sometimes it feels like only a few hours have passed.
>But master says it's been full day.
>And master would never lie to you.
>So it must be you who's wrong.
>That's why it's of the utmost importance to stay awake.
>You'll welcome him when he opens the door, and he'll smile.
>And tell you what a good pone you are.
>And he'll give you some food and if you're really lucky, rub your mane and scratch your ears.
>You feel wetness on your cheek.
>Stupid body. Master doesn't like it when you cry.
>Why won't you obey?
>More wetness.
>Please stop. He doesn't like it. Please. Please...
>You bury your face into your hooves and sob.
>Until you hear a click at the door.
>Looking up, you force a smile and a cheerful greeting.
>Just like you planned.
>But master doesn't look happy.
>And you realize your cheeks are still wet and your eyes still red and puffy.
>He's angry.
>So very angry.
>And as the first blow connects, you silently curse yourself.
>Why are you so stupid?
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"Stop looking at me!"
>Master's mad again.
>Is it bad to look at him? It was never a problem before.
>You immediately avert your gaze.
>But it isn't quick enough.
>His foot comes into contact with your stomach and all the oxygen leaves your body.
>Your legs collapse under you and you roll over exposing your stomach.
>He does it again. And again.
>You try to hold out for him, but your body is just so weak.
>Your legs collapse under you and you roll onto your side.
>You stagger to breathe, but you just can't manage to suck in any air.
>Master notices and lets up.
>He's so caring.
>Time seems to stop as you concentrate on getting that fresh breathe.
>Your lungs burn.
>Stupid body. Does it like hurting? If it would obey it could avoid all of this.
>Just like you and master.
>Finally you manage release whatever block was keeping you from breathing.
>A sweet coolness envelops your lungs.
>Master towers over you, watching you lie on your side.
>You struggle to get to your feet but your body won't obey.
>Not again. Please.
>You look up to see master sneering at you.
"Can't get up or just don't want too?"
>You can't. Please master, see that you can't.
"Well I've got just the thing."
>He disappears into another room, returning with bandages and some rope.
>Is he going to wrap your wounds?
>What's the rope for then?
"I thought I told you not to look at me!"
>Stupid! There's no excuse this time. He warned you earlier.
>He bends down to your level and pulls out a small cylinder from his pocket.
>You fix your stare on his hands.
>Hands are safe.
>But it turns out you are so very wrong.
>He reaches up and grabs your head, forcing your right open with his fingers.
>With his left he brings up the cylinder.
>And sprays it.
>Your eye is on fire. It hurts! It hurts so much.
>You try to call out, but all you can manage is a screeching scream.
>You can barely comprehend it, but in the back of your mind you realize he has your left eye open the same way.
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>You thought you were screaming, but you wrong.
>Now you are screaming.
>Please master stop!
>Stop!
>And he does.
>But it doesn't matter, the damage is done. >Tears stream down your face, but they do little to remove the irritant.
>It hurts so much.
>You can't even open them anymore.
>Master says something, but you can't comprehend.
>A soft object pushes its way into your mouth, muting your screams.
>And a wrapping sensation happens around your head covering your eyes and mouth.
>It does nothing to stop the pain though.
>The passing minutes do.
>You don't know how long it's been, but your eyes are now only a dull throb.
>You would think master's finished for the night, but you can still him shuffling around.
>Master never sticks around when he's done playing.
>Suddenly you feel your head jerk back.
>He's doing something with your hair.
>And when he's done with that, you can feel him messing with your tail.
>You're really scared. This is new. And new is never good with master.
>Confirming your fears, you feel your hair and tail begin to lift upward.
>When it begins to pull the roots, you think he's going to stop.
>You're wrong.
>With a yank you feel your feet leave the ground.
>You forget the dull throb in your eyes as a new discomfort takes its place.
>As your entire body pulls against your hair, fresh tears stream through the bandages.
>Kicking your legs wildly under, you try to find the ground. You try to find relief.
>None is to be had though.
>The movement is causing your body to pull harder, so you force yourself to settle down.
>And the moment you do, master begins to wrap your legs, forcing something
>None is to be had though.
>The movement is causing your body to pull harder, so you force yourself to settle down.
>A hand caresses your face lovingly and euphoria fills your body.
>You did good!
>But not good enough.
>Moments after the hand leaves, you feel a sharp pain on your legs.
>Master's gotten the whip.
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>SWISH.
>You count three on your left leg, but when he moves to your ass, pain dulls your mind.
>All you can register is the sharp pricks against your skin.
>Against your leg. Against your ass. Against your chest.
>Your whole body is weeping now. Not just your eyes.
>You hear a shuttering sigh of relief.
>You don't understand, but whenever master gets finished with his sessions, he sometimes makes this sigh.
>It's the only real tell you have for when he's done with you.
>Though it's quickly followed by...
>Master's hand on your vagina suddenly reminds you how exposed this position is.
>You force yourself to unclench. It's always better if you relax.
>It's just very hard to do so with your entire body hurting.
>You thought you knew what to expect, but master surprises you.
>Instead of plunging himself inside, he switches his attention to your legs.
>Holding a solid object against them, he begins to wrap something in place.
>He makes a flicking motion and the object vibrates against you.
>You have a bad feeling.
>Another flick and the vibration ends.
>You kick your leg gently and he spanks you hard.
>It was just a reflex. You didn't mean too.
>It doesn't matter, he's taken offense.
>He brings his hand down on your rump again. And again.
>But it abruptly ends.
>Your mind has just enough time to question why when you feel a round object being stuffed inside.
>It isn't unpleasant.
>But the second one fills you to your limit.
>And the third does cause you to hurt.
>You have a sudden realization.
>A forth object gets taped to your most sensitive spot.
>And you whine.
>You feel a presence near the hard objects on your leg and in one motion all the objects inside you begin to vibrate.
>The sensation is too much.
>You kick your legs wildly again.
>It's too much!
>You don't care about the pain from your head and tail.
>You don't care about your eyes.
>You don't care about anything.
>Tears stream down your face and your body goes limp.
>You're master's toy. Forever.