[PART 16]
>>>THREAD
https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/34955216#p34987991

>The library was dark and quiet, the only sound being the turning of pages and occasional tacking of a keyboard
>Twilight sat in front of the computer, a book open below the keyboard as she went through it's contents, occasionally looking up to clarify terms she'd not heard before on the machine
>She'd asked to stay late for the purpose of research, a request she was granted due to her standing in class
>The label of the book she was looking through was "Sexual Psychology, Vol 4: Formation of Patterns"
>It was the closest thing to a guide book on fetishes she could find in her local library
>She was desperate for answers, the last few nights she'd felt a strong desire to recall what happened to her the week before in the computer lab, the thought of going through it again only seemed to stimulate her
>The positive feedback loop going on in her mind only served to unnerve her, she knew full well she should have been terrified to even consider what happened
>Twilight continued to read through the text, looking desperately for some passage about trauma causing an increased sexual appetite
>So far she'd found nothing, it was almost like no one had done extensive testing on the subject
>Once more the ethics of human nature stunted the scientific pursuit of knowledge
>Twilight sighed loudly, shaking her head as she saw how little progress she'd made
>"How is there NOTHING on this ANYWHERE?" she asked aloud
>She lay her head down into the book, resting for a moment to try and dull her frustration
>"Have you tried turning it off and on again?" a familiar voice asked from the book cases
>Twilight sat up and spun in the direction of the voice
>Out from behind one of the book cases walked someone she'd hoped never to see again
>There before her stood the tall green man, only, instead of a uniform he now wore a nice suit
>Twilight froze in place, staring at him for a moment in disbelief

>"Wh-Where did you-" Twilight started
>"The front door." the man replied in a straightforward tone
>He quickly walked up next to Twilight, she looked around for a way out but the only entrance was behind him
>"So tell me," the man asked, almost standing over her "Watcha workin on tonight?"
>His tone surprised her, it seemed to almost be detached from how he acted when she tried to resist the last time
>"I- uh..." Twilight responded, still shaken "Research."
>The man looked over the books she'd taken out, reading the titles for a few
>He placed a hand on her shoulder
>"Interesting subject." the man stated "I'm sure you know that though."
>Twilight felt shamed by his words, turning her face to the side to avoid his gaze
>"Well, you see..." she began "Since that night..." 
>"You can't stop thinking about me, can you?" he said in a confident tone
>His arrogance burned like acid
>"You did something to me." Twilight stated "You took something from me that I'm never getting back."
>She looked over at the man, a sense of disgust washing over her
>"You raped me, you held me down against my will and used me for your own selfish pleasure!" Twilight shouted in anger "It was sick! Disgusting!"
>The man smiled
>"And now you can't stop thinking about it?" he implied
>"I just want it to stop." she said "I just want to go back to being normal, I can't go a day without thinking about it, I can't even get off without thinking about how it felt to be forced down and abused like that."
>Twilight looked broken, like her drive and passion for the world around her had been ripped from her
>"It doesn't really stop." the man explained "Once a rapeslut always a rapeslut."
>Twilight glared back at the man
>"I'm not a slut!" she shouted, tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes
>"We'll see about that." the man said
>He spun her in the chair to face the desk, lifting her up and on to it against her belly
>"Now, we know how this went last time, gonna cooperate?" the man asked

>Twilight felt her breasts press against the table under the man's hand
>She wanted to fight more than anything but she knew he was right, all it got her last time was a sore ass and asphyxiation
>She went limp under his force
>"Good girl..." the man said "Don't think this means I've forgiven you for those harsh words just yet though,,,"
>The man unplugged the keyboard from the computer she was at, straightening out the cable
>He pulled her hands around her back, tying them together with the wire
>Twilight offered no resistance, not wanting to draw any more of his ire
>The man lifted her skirt, giving her ass a fine smack
>She stifled a cry as she felt the spot where he'd spanked her start to sting
>The man drew down her panties, exposing her ass to the empty room
>He readied himself to give her another good slap when he looked over the table next to her
>Some of the books she'd taken out looked fairly heavy
>An idea popped into his head
>The man reached over and took a large, laminated soft cover book from the pile
>Reeling back, he prepared for his swing
>With a loud woosh and a harsh slap, Twilight felt the tome collide with her ass
>The pain was sharp, causing her to scream out as her ass throbbed
>Tears started to stream down her face
>"What's wrong?" the man asked "I thought you liked books."
>Twilight wanted to respond, her words poised to carry venom straight to his ears
>She stopped herself, she knew it would only get worse if she bit back
>Again the man brought down the book against her ass, causing her to cry out once more
>"Now," the man started "we're going to lay out some ground rules."
>He stepped back, placing the book under his arm
>"First," he started to explain "you're going to refer to me as 'sir' and only speak when spoken too. Is that clear?"
>Twilight didn't answer, she couldn't bring herself to respond to him in her near blubbering state
>The man drew the book out once more, gripping it tightly

>"I said," he began, restating things far slower this time "is that clear?"
>Twilight could hear his hands clenching the book
>"Y-Yes sir..." she sobbed
>His grip loosened
>"Good," he stated "you're a quick learner."
>He ran his hand over her now very red ass
>"Second," he started to explain "when I tell you to do something, you do it, no matter where or what."
>"Y-Yes sir." Twilight responded
>The book came down against her ass again, her voice cried out as she panted
>"I didn't ask for a response from you." the man explained "If I don't ask for your input, you don't give it."
>Twilight nodded silently, trying not to cry aloud
>"And third," the man said "you don't tell anyone about this."
>Twilight said nothing
>"Good girl." the man complemented "I think you deserve a reward for good behavior."
>He reached his hand between her legs, running it up to her pussy
>His fingers met her lips, running down the center split and back up it
>She was already slightly moist
>"Enjoying yourself already?" the man asked
>"N-No, I-I just-" Twilight started, only to be cut off
>The man pinched her ass like a vice
>Twilight screamed
>"No...?" the man asked
>"N-No sir..." Twilight replied
>"And why's that?" the man asked "I thought you liked being punished."
>"I-It's normal," Twilight explained "a r-response to stimulation. Sir..."
>The man returned to fondling her pussy
>"So you ARE enjoying it." the man commented "Why would you lie to me like that?"
>"B-But I'm not, s-sir." Twilight responded
>"You can lie to me all you want," the man stated "but your body seems to be a lot more honest."
>Twilight knew she couldn't argue with him
>"Tell me, you said your name was Twilight last time we met, right?" the man asked
>"Y-Yes sir." Twilight replied, shaking slightly as she felt his fingers play with her pussy
>"Well, Twilight," the man started "I think you're going to make an excellent slut."
>Twilight had to bite her lip to avoid saying something he'd make her regret

>The man pressed his index and ring fingers against her pussy, rubbing them up and down her entrance
>Finally, they broke way, slipping inside of her
>Twilight gasped as she felt his digits enter her, the sensation wasn't even close to when she did it on her own
>It was a strange, sickening feeling, almost exactly like what she'd imagined over nights of trying to deal with her desires
>The man started to squirm his fingers around inside, Twilight's tied hands clenched into fists as the feeling ran through her body
>Her left leg lifted off the ground slightly, her voice starting to seep from between her lips in subtle moans
>"See?" the man stated "I can tell you're already having a good time."
>Twilight didn't respond, instead trying harder to stifle her moans
>As his fingers twitched inside her, she could feel herself slowly start to build up, a sickening sense of pleasure started to take over
>Twilight continued to try and fight the feeling, but it was starting to fall out of her control
>The man groped her harder and faster, he could feel her tensing around his hand and knew she was close
>Finally Twilight could feel it, nearly there
>"Almost ready?" the man asked
>"Y-Yes sir..." Twilight reluctantly moaned
>"Good." the man replied
>He pulled his hand from her pussy
>Again he drew the book, bringing it against her ass hard
>Twilight cried out at the feeling, her climax slipping away as she felt the strangely pleasurable slap of the book against her
>She cooled as the man stopped his savage assault on her ass
>Her sensation had almost completely faded, just about to fall off the edge of it when his fingers went right back in to her pussy
>In an instant she could feel it building up once more, her climax getting closer again
>She felt light headed, her eyes rolled back as her tongue feel out of her mouth and against the table
>Twilight moaned uncontrollably as she felt herself reach the end once more
>Again the man drew his hand from between her legs

>Bringing the book down again, Twilight moaned as she felt it clap against her
>The pain of contact almost seemed to drip with pleasure as the shock from each hit wore off to a dull tingle
>Once more she could feel her climax fading and once more the man caught her before she felt it slip away
>This time, there would be no stopping
>The man vigorously shook his hand inside her pussy, pushing her right to the brink
>Twilight felt her mind melt with the primal desire to just get off already, unable to think straight as the need to cum took her by force
>At long last, the man gave her what she wanted
>Like a faucet, Twilight squirted down and on to the library carpet, plastering her thighs as she did so
>Her pussy felt like it was being torched with pleasure, her legs completely folding up and clamping together as she finished
>She cried out loud and long as she rode a wave of pleasure like none other
>Her face was soaked in tears, her eyes rolled back, her mouth wide and loud as her tongue protruded from it
>Slowly she came down, her legs unfolding and bouncing against the ground as she lay on the desk with her hands bound, panting and sweating as her heart pounded
>"Well," the man started "did you enjoy yourself?"
>"Y-Yes sir~" she responded honestly, still completely intoxicated by the sensations streaming through her body
>"Good to hear," the man replied "because that means it's my turn."
>The man unzipped his pants, pulling his member from them
>"Any preferred positions?" the man asked "You've been a good girl tonight, it's the least I can do."
>Twilight thought
>"C-Can you..." she started, feeling embarrassed for even thinking of asking "Actually..."
>"Nothing's off the table," the man stated "ask away."
>Twilight braced herself for her request
>"C-Can you please choke me, sir?" she asked, only just getting the words out
>The man laughed to himself
>"I guess that can be arranged." the man said, rolling Twilight onto her back

>The man gripped her neck, holding on to her as he brought his cock to her entrance
>Slowly she felt his grip tighten as he started to penetrate her, her lungs having to fight harder and harder
>Twilight tried to relax, putting up as little resistance as possible as he broke way and his tip passed her lips
>With little effort, the man made his way to his bottom, his balls resting against her ass
>"You want it rough like last time?" the man said, easing of her neck enough for her to breathe clearly
>"Yes, p-please sir." she responded
>"Good," the man replied "I wasn't really asking anyways."
>In one move the man pulled back to his tip, only to drive back down just as fast
>Twilight cried out, a plea cut short by the man's grip collapsing her airway once more
>She couldn't even moan anymore, the man officially had more control over her body than she did herself
>The table lurched as the man proceeded to fuck her aggressively, the joints holding it up creaking as he did
>It was just like she'd imagined, unable to breathe as she felt his cock do what it pleased inside her
>She was his little purple fuck toy and there was nothing she could do about it
>The thought made her feel disgusted with herself, shamed by the very notion
>The shame only made it feel better
>Her mind was constantly shifting from "Fuck me harder~" to "Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me?"
>Twilight could feel her lungs struggle harder and harder as they tried desperately to get oxygen back into her blood
>The feeling was surreal, her adrenaline rushed through her blood stream, her heart pounded and her lungs tore at the blocked pathway in her neck
>Her eyes started to roll back and cross as she could feel her grip on reality start to slip
>As she did though, something cut through the haze more sharply than anything else
>She was getting close again
>On the verge of death and her whole body panicking as it drew closer to the point of failure, she was about to get off

>The context only further catalyzed her buildup, going from a low hum of pleasure to a full on explosion
>She tried to look up at the man who held her life in his hands but her vision was getting blurry
>She could feel him winding down, pressing harder and harder as he slowed
>Finally she felt it, in an unthinkable crescendo she came all over his cock, the member embedding itself inside her womb
>She could feel the hot load pour into her as she experienced what could only be described as a full body orgasm
>As the man finished his ejaculation, he slowly released his grip on Twilight's neck
>Instantly she gasped, the cold air filing her lungs to near bursting
>Violently she panted as she lay on the table, the afterglow and oxygen deprivation nearly causing her to fall unconscious then and there
>The man pulled out of her, his cock slick with their juices
>"You enjoy that?" the man asked
>Twilight looked at him, her eyes half closed
>"Yes sir." she responded absentmindedly
>"Good to hear." he said, softly caressing her face
>He placed a kiss on her forehead
>"I'll be seeing you around." the man added, redoing his pants "I'll let you know where and when."
>Twilight didn't even consider the implications of what he was implying, she was completely lost in her own feelings
>The man rolled her over and untied her hands
>Twilight slowly stood herself up, pulling her panties back over her pussy
>Her ass still stung, the fabric only serving to agitate it
>"Oh, and try some ice." the man said, slapping her ass once more "Should help with that."
>Twilight nodded
>The man walked out of the library, leaving her still a bit of a mess
>After a quick trip to the washroom and several paper towels, she had cleaned most of the evidence of the situation
>The only thing that remained was the red mark on her ass, though that was well enough covered by her skirt

>Twilight called her father once more, summoning her ride home
>Again she told him the night had gone well and she'd made some good progress on her studies
>This time though, it was less of a lie
>Twilight wondered if she was really a slut, if being violated really was what got her off
>It was hard to argue with the evidence
>Again falling asleep in the passenger seat, she pondered what she'd been through and if it really reflected who she was deep down
>Was she really a slut, or did this man just manipulate her body in the right way to make her feel like she was?
>She couldn't tell any more, she was too tired to think