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….Guards collapsed to the ground, too weary to move. DG-forces rushed to grab them all. Tying them swiftly, all four legs together with the sturdy ropes. The wings of the pegasi were likewise bound against their bodies and the few unicorn had conical cup fitted over their horns. all got briddles wrapped over their heads and bits secured into their mouths. After that, they were helpless. Even after their strength returned.
L’lysa struggled, being too stubborn to give up. That intensified as the captain of the guard was tied to the low platform for all to see. She struggled as much as L’lysa, but had no chance as her front hooves were re-bound together without backhooves. Then securely onto the platform, folded under her without a way to stand up. Her briddles were tied to the platform as well. Both her backlegs were spread and tied to the platform. The leader of DG walked to the captain. Whip in hand. Giving a short speech: “You are no longer guards of the Equestria. Neither a prisoners of war, because we don’t count your “country” as a proper participate of the war, less as an nation. From this day on you are property of the Diamond Empire. And property only, to use and process as we see fitting. A few of you may still count on escaping, fighting back perhaps, but we will find a way to assure you how weak you really are. Capable only to serve. As your captain soon demonstrates”.
He touched gently captain’s sticking flank. Then landed a blow of whip onto it. She jerked and gasped, trying then keep herself silent. Not to show any kind of weakness. If it was a whipping she was getting, she could take it and show everyone not to give in to the despair. She was way stronger than those dogs might even realise. After a few strike she felt herself even more determined. But then it changed.
Suddenly, instead of whip, a dog’s hand landed onto her flank. While it didn’t hurt as much, it felt more sensual. More humiliating. The captain struggled again, having her flank slowly spanked, rubbed and feeled, then spanked again. “No respectfull prisonment for you”: dog shouted. Another dog lifted her tail.
Everyone heard her muffled, angry growl, as she was rubbed and kneaded more humiliating between the spanking. Fingers of the dog digging between her legs. Feeling her pucker and folds, which she clamped shut as tightly she could, traveling lower, cupping her teats on her crotch. Fingers played with each nipple at a time, another spank, continued feeling her teats while spanking hand rubbed her flank.
She fought the feels and emotions it caused in her, then felt his hot breath on her spread and exposed ass. Her determination was quickly turning into desperation, as she felt dog’s muzzle between her legs. Dog holding her tail started to rub her flank as well. Yet another dog lowered down at her head, starting to pet her, rubbing her head and ears. She struggled again. Now afraid of what the dogs were going to do to her..
She squaled, as wet tongue lapped her crack, and squirmed as it kept teasing her. Dog massaged her teats with both hands and licked her spread crotch, again and again. Dog at her head massaged gently her ears and licked and kissed her face. The one keeping her tail up with left hand, used his right to massage her flanks, occasionally rubbing under the tail, teasing her clamped pucker.
L’lysa scuirmed as well. Angered of what was being done to her captain. One of the dogs had came to keep her down, and used his other hand to rub under her tail as well. Seeing what was done to the captain, feeling fingers at her own sensitive places enraged and humiliated her further. She saw the captain having now rather pitifull expression, cheeks red and tears flowing down them. Her ass jerked occasionally, dog’s muzzle pressed tightly between her legs. Unable to anyhow escape the handling, she occasionally gave a muffled whine, her legs going stiff, muscles flexing. L’lysa could see small droplets dropping to the ground between her legs. Captain gave a bigger whine, eyes losing focus. More moisture dropped to the ground. The dog rubbing her head cooed softly: “That’s it. Learn your place. Let the pleasure teach you your new purpose”. She scuirmed at hearing this. Clearly trying to resist the forced pleasure. But that was rapidly failing, as more moisture leaked. Dropping between her legs and trailing down at them. Her eyes were now unfocused and half-closed, her crotch bucking slowly against the muzzle. Still struggling or just at the mercy of pleasure was uncertain. L’lysa hated seeing her captain so helpless, but couldn’t help her own wetness leaking onto the hand teasing her own crack. This didn’t escape from the dog holding her “Liking so much of what you see”? She blushed furiously and scuirmed again. For no avail.
Captain whined again. Using her own moisture, the dog holding her tail had lubricated his finger and pushed the slippery finger past her asshole. Now pumping slowly in and out. Her sex was winking against her will and pushed out her clitoris to be further sucked and licked. For a moment she just lied there, helpless and whining. Taking the humiliation and teasing. Then dog teasing her crotch rised up. Feeling his hard member pressing against her slippery pussy, she turned her head and looked at the dog with pleading eyes. Gag keeping her silent. If she was pleading not to be fucked or to be was hard to tell, as dog took a good hold of her waist and buried his bone into the hot slippery heaven, hard and deep.
Captain let out a muffled shreak, her head stretching forward, eyes closed tight. Dog just grunted and started to grind her. L’lysa growled and kicked as much as her bindings let her, but found slippery fingers at her own holes. Pressing against them. Sliding in… “Better get used to this. Your leader loves to be fucked now, and soon will you.” whispered the dog and slowly pumped his fingers in her. L’lysa would want to trash, but she saw captain now just taking the fucking, eyes crossed and half closed. Helpless and whimpering like a beautiful sacrificial offering. She felt herself completely helpless as well and just watched her captain getting fucked. Now the captain was certainly just enjoying the rough sex and groping by several dogs. Her instinct weakness rendered her just as a plaything. Mesmerized by the show L’lysa whined as dog pulled his finger out of her, then bent her, positioning himself. She only gasped, mmphing quietly into the gag, when hot prick found her leaky hole and pushed in. She felt soon as her own instincts took over, and when hard meat slapped in and out, she just quivered bound and gagged, watching captain orgasming. Feeling her own wasn’t far. Dog fucking the captain pulled out and stream of dog and marecum flowed down. Another dog took his place and she just accepted this with almost closed eyes and soft satisfied grunts.
L’lhysa couldn’t contain her own pleasure anymore. She came. Together hogtied legs trembling.. Whining and her pussy milking the shaft inside her. As the pleasure inside her continued exploding, so did the hot shaft within. Dog just kept her pinned and made sure she took every burst of cum deep inside. Then hold her still for a while, and pulled out. Another dog aproached her, and she thought she should to do something. Dog took hold of her legs and pulled them all up, lining himself crouching next to her mooning ass. Something she definetely should do. When large dong pressed onto her pussy, slipped in, and dog continued the fucking, she realised this was just a proper thing for a pony bitch like her to do. Clancing to the direction of her captain confirmed it. She was there, under the assault of horny dogs. Whining and rocking her hips to the relentless grinding. Crying out her shameless squeals of pleasure. Apparently orgasming again. L’lysa closed her eyes and concentrated to her own pleasure. How the hard meat slided in and out her love canal. Rubbing her sensitive meat all the way. Another dog took hold of her head and licked and kissed her face. She came again, hips grinding and vagina milking the prick to release it’s load. Squealing happily as she felt another wet explosion deep inside her. Other hogtied ponies watched this jiggling orgy in boundless horror. They knew the same would happen to them as well. And inevitably would, given enough time.
After all the dogs had satisfied themselves, they didn’t have to keep captain and L’lysa bound anymore. But certain measure of safety was still necessary. Having bound only with briddles and bits,leashes hanging from them, both was commanded to lay down their upper bodies, back legs spread and tails tugged to the side. After both had complied, the dogs took large stretchy dongs and greased them, rubbing them to the wet and leaky, winking pony sexes. To other ponies it was horrendous, how these ponies let it done to them. Like they slightly squirmed, but only as in anticipation for more sex. Dongs were however pushed against the rings under their tails. Both ponies surrendered that hole willingly, and dongs were pushed in. Small reins tied the dongs to their docks. Keeping them in even if they didn’t want it to stay. Both ponies whinnied, pleased grin around the bit and eyes drooping. Apparently the dongs in their ass gave them enough pleasure to keep them in their submissive stupor.
Both were harnessed to the front of large caged carriage. docile and obedient. Occasionally when some dog checked their harness or rubbed their short fur, one of them would lower her head to sniff near the crotch of a dog. Otherwise they just stood still. Sometimes pussy idly winking.
Rest of the ponies were lifted and carried inside of the cage. Their left legs were separated from the right ones. Otherwice still hogtied, and bodies were positioned so, their heads were at the center floor of the cage, legs next to the low end of the bars. Asscheeks pressed to the bars. Their briddles were bound to the floor of the cage and their legs to the bars. Unable to move at all again. Everyones tail was raised up, and tied to the bar above it. Both sides of the carriage presented colorfull assortment of pony asses. Spread and revealed. “Now that’s a show I want to present in the glory of our great victory” - the leader said. “Give them the plug pacifiers too. It isn’t enough to break them, but gives them something to think and distract any thoughts of escape.” The chorus of ponies protested and squaled when greased dongs pressed against their puckers. Leader of the dogs watched as line of backsides squirmed. Wet squelch with stiffening legs here and there. Soon all of them were stuffed and whimpering. Some of them futily struggling against the bindings. The travel to the fort could now begin.
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