Sex, Mature, Derpy, Anthro

M/F, tickle torture, non-consensual

Derpy takes shelter in a storm while delivering a package, only to find out she wasn't the first one to find this cave.

Derpy was known to not have the best sense of direction, but she always found her way to the destination in time. Unfortunately, a thunderstorm had formed on her way to deliver an urgent package to a distant town near the Griffon kingdom’s border. With no chance of of finding her way through the heavy rain, and a great chance of being hit by lightning, she dove downward towards the nearest feature she could see.

The side of the steep mountain flashed with each lightning bolt, the water pouring down the rocky face towards the ground. Thunder echoed loudly with the lack of trees nearby. Derpy continued her descent as she spotted what could be the opening to a cave, or at least an outcropping of rocks to take shelter under.

She landed on her feet and fell to a knee from the force of the impact, her hand bracing herself as it landed in the mud. Derpy’s uniform was worse for wear but she had survived, even if it meant having to pay the dry cleaners a fortune. Her large wings folded inward until they were tucked neatly behind her back.

The heavy burlap sack containing a few letters and a package was soaking wet. Luckily, the lining of the bag and the sheer amount of water the burlap absorbed caused the rest of the rain to pour off the sides to the ground. The bag did weigh a good twenty pounds soaking wet, and Derpy was eager to get inside and rest.

She waited for her eyes to adjust before heading into the cave, the dirt floor quickly turning to rock. There were some stalagmites on the floor and a faint rush of wind heading out of the cave. Derpy reached into her mailbag and found the small flashlight she carried in case of situations like this, though being lost in a cave was a first for her.

Once the light came on, she saw that the cave continued at least fifty feet to a split pair of paths. It was dry ground, and she set down her sack of mail and began to wring the water out of her hair, tail, and jacket.

After half an hour, her clothes had gone from soaked to damp, and she had found a nice alcove closer to the two paths. Derpy’s flashlight had been off and her eyes had gotten fairly accustomed to the dark. The whole time she couldn’t help but wonder what was down the two paths. She debated against the idea of wandering further into the caves, even with her sense of direction, but curiosity got the better of her.

Now with just her flashlight, she headed towards the two paths. She turned it on and illuminated the two corridors. The one on the right seemed a bit shorter, so she went that way first.

As she rounded the corner a large shadow loomed out in front of her, causing Derpy to scream. Seconds later she felt a sharp crack against her head and the world spun. As she landed on the ground she saw the flashlight crash in front of her, lens shattering, before she blacked out.

Derpy groaned as she woke up, her head throbbing where a large rock had hit it earlier. She blinked a few times and waited for her vision to clear, and in the darkness it took minutes longer for her to realize where she was.

Once she regained her composure she tried to sit up and rub her sore head, only to find that she couldn’t. Her hands were stuck to something and she soon found her feet were too. In the dark it was hard to make out the thick leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but the faint gleam of a metal buckle had caught her eye. She seemed to be strapped down rather strictly to a wooden table of some sort.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

Derpy turned to face the voice, seeing only darkness. “Who’s there?”

“Oh, you know who it is. After all, you found our secret base. From now on, I’ll be asking the questions.”

There was a sharp pain in Derpy’s thigh and she let out a yelp before tensing up. Looking to her right she saw a griffon with a syringe in its claw, having just injected her with some sort of medicine.

Despite appearing much like ponies, the Griffons had a beak and talons much more reminiscent of a predator than the fingers and toes that were normal in Equestria. They were the sort of monsters you’d tell a foal about to make them behave.

“What?” Derpy looked around for the original voice. “Secret base? I’m just on my way to deliver a package!”

There was laughter from a few directions, quickly hushed. “Oh?” A griffon stepped closer to the table. Derpy couldn’t see more than a couple feet from the table, but knew with their improved vision the griffon had no such difficulty. It was then, as she considered him eying her body, that she realized she had no clothes on and froze in terror.

“I’m… I’m naked!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, and thanks to the drugs we injected you with, you’ll be begging to spill your state secrets to us.”

She tugged at the restraints as hard as she could, getting fed up and worried at what was going on. “Is… is this a prank? Dash, are you out there?”

“Oh? Is Dash your handler?” The griffon plucked a feather from Derpy’s wing, which sent a jolt of pain through her shoulder. The drugs had heightened her senses, causing a fiery sensation and a throbbing pain where the feather had been.

“Ow!” She tried to tuck her wings further under her back, but the wooden table had become very uncomfortable. Each time her wings brushed against the rough wood grain, it felt like electricity was coursing through the limbs, small splinters suddenly daggers against her skin.

“Is Dash your handler?” The griffon blew across her stomach, ruffling the thin grey hairs. Derpy began laughing, chest heaving, as this lightest of sensations was amplified. Her fit of laughter had barely started when he stopped for a moment and the question was repeated.

While she tried to catch her breath, the griffon brushed the feather between her toes. Her opportunity to confess to state secrets, which Derpy knew none of, had passed. She began to laugh and her stomach contracted over and over, quickly tiring and becoming painful as her diaphragm burned and her eyes watered.

Once the griffon stopped, Derpy gasped greedily to catch her breath, her chest sore and her stomach feeling like she had done a few dozen situps. “Who do you work for?”

“P-please… I don’t know what you’re talking about! There was a storm an—Gah ha!” Derpy writhed against the cuffs, which dug into her skin and made her hands turn white. The griffon had resumed brushing the feather back and forth across the soles of her feet. It felt like a million tiny ants were dragging small hairs across each foot.

Her toes curled to the point of extreme pain as she tried to protect her sensitive soles. Her feet might have bent themselves in half, were it possible, as no amount of wiggling or tugging had saved them. Even as the familiar burn of exhaustion hit the tired muscles surrounding her lungs, the aches as she strained the tendons of her feet were still ten times worse.

This time, the griffon didn’t stop until Derpy’s cheeks were flushed red and she was on the verge of passing out. “If I have to ask again, I may trade this feather for a knife. Who are you working for? How did you find us?”

“P… P….” Derpy panted, watching her breasts rise and fall as she tried to slow down her breathing. She felt dizzy and wanted to just explain that she didn’t know what had gone wrong. This was all a misunderstanding, but she could barely say her name, let alone explain. “Please… not a… spy…”

There was a loud sigh and a look of dejection on the griffon’s face. “Not a spy, and yet carrying a dead drop in her mailbag…”

As Derpy began to ponder this, the feather was pulled along her inner thigh. As it neared her womanhood it began to brush along both thighs. The laughter hit her hard and fast, causing her to jerk against her restraints and flare out her wings in an attempt to escape. It was just as futile now as it had been earlier.

“P.. hah… pl…” Derpy cried as the laughter became more of a burden and far less funny than the name implied. She could feel muscles in her ribs and shoulders she didn’t know existed. Each and every one of them was the same: a fiery exhausted pain, begging her to stop. Her diaphragm was so sore that the burning continued long after the griffon paused to ask another question. By now, what little oxygen she was getting was being sent to her vital organs, leaving her muscles to make due without.

The griffon knew the effect his treatment was having on her, he had broken many spies with it before. As the acid built up in her muscles, it would get harder and harder to breathe, and this spy would break. There came a point when selling out one's own mother was preferable to being tickled again.

“Where were we… I believe you were going to tell me who sent you? Or are you enjoying this too much?” He held the feather over her breasts, taunting her. Derpy’s eyes went wide as she focused on it, barely an inch above one of her nipples.

This was the first time she felt like she could catch her breath and didn’t want it to start all over. She didn’t know what he wanted her to say, so she continued to try the truth. “P-please! I got lost delivering mail I swear!”

The feather slowly fell onto her nipple and brushed across it, then circled below the breast. As Derpy broke out in laughter the feather had a harder and harder time staying in place. The griffon idly drew on her chest with the feather as he admired her bouncing and squirming. She was a rather lean pegasi with no real body fat to speak of. Most pegasi were athletic, though this one seemed a bit thinner and more frail than the average pegasus.

He hummed to himself as he saw her face flushed red again and stopped. After a pause of only a few seconds he brushed the feather across her armpit as a warning, causing another minute of laughter before Derpy could calm down.

“Sadly I’m beginning to think more extreme measures will need to be taken.”

Derpy mouthed wordlessly as she tried to get enough of a breath to say something, anything, to the griffon. Her entire body was aching now and the ceiling was spinning from her dizziness. Part of her wanted to make stuff up in order to try and get him to stop, but even that thought was nearly impossible as she continued to fight to stay conscious.

The griffon finally put the feather down and went to her knees. He took hold of each one and began to squeeze above the kneecaps. Derpy was crying long before she began laughing. This time it was a different sensation altogether, one her body hadn’t had any time to get used to. As he applied pressure she began to thrash in the restraints, sure that she would die if he kept tickling her.

He hooked something up to the end of the table and Derpy twitched as a fluffy pad touched her foot. “Please, just tell me what to say!”

Another pad touched her foot and the griffon moved upwards. She got a good look at what he was doing as a metallic arm was attached to the table. At the end was a spinning wheel made of feathers and fluff. He lowered it until it was in her armpit, then went to the other side to place another.

“I was just delivering mail, you’ve got the wrong mare!”

By now pads, feathers, and small metallic fingers had been attached all around the table. It was more of a machine than a table at this point, and Derpy continued to twitch as her most vulnerable parts were gently touched.

“Say something!” Derpy shouted.

The griffon stepped up next to her and stuck a syringe in her leg, delivering more of the powerful drug to her system. “One way or another I’ll find out who sent you. I’ll find out your favorite fruit, your first kiss, the dirtiest fetish you have. Whatever I want to know, you will tell me.”

He flicked a switch and current flowed to the machine. The pads against her feet began to spin, while feathers between her toes started to push forward and back. Derpy had begun to laugh as the pads in her armpits, against her breasts, and along her sides and thighs began to work.

She started to thrash as the familiar pain in her stomach came back, but the machine stopped.

“—tell me who you work for or I won’t stop the machine next time.” He walked down to her feet, producing a small riding crop. “You’ve been given more of the drug, and you really don’t want the machine running when it kicks in.”

The riding crop made a faint whistling sound as it was swung towards her foot. Derpy cried out in pain as the leather hit her heel, sending a burning pain up her leg. It felt like she had stepped in molten metal where the crop had hit. She had double the dose of the drug in her system than was safe.

Derpy looked at him, pleading for mercy with her eyes. Her cheeks were stained from the many tears, and her face still bright red. Her hands and feet were pale, and the cuffs continued biting into them.

“I… Don’t... “ She never finished her sentence, since that was all he needed to hear. Clearly this spy had received training on resisting interrogation.

“Very well then.” He put down the crop and turned the machine back on. Up and down the table the machine sprung to life, beginning to torment every inch of exposed flesh.

Derpy fought to break loose of the bindings and resist the laughter. She tried holding her breath but that just made her feel more lightheaded. In a few moments her eyes were so watery she couldn’t see. All of her senses except touch were drowned out by the assault of the machine.

She didn’t stand a chance. Her body was aching so much that she barely convulsed as she laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe. No matter how much she tried to expand her lungs, the laughter just kept collapsing them. The world began to spin more quickly and her vision, what little she had, faded.

What felt like thousands of feathers were being drawn up and down her exposed flesh, and it was only unconsciousness that gave her a reprieve from the torture.

Derpy felt cold as she woke up, realizing after a few moments that her eyes were already open. The cave was so dark in this area that she had no vision at all. She tried to move but couldn’t, which came as little surprise. Her stomach was still sore and she began to have flashbacks of being tortured by a griffon.

As she tried to move her arms and legs she heard metal clinking together. She felt the metal wrapped around her skin and wings, but couldn’t get a good view of it. Finally a guard came by carrying a small lantern. It cast just enough light to see the chains shining.

Derpy looked down and saw chain looped several times around each wrist and ankle. She had been pulled spread-eagle on the floor of a small alcove in the cave. There were some bolts in the wall and some crushed rock beneath them. They had likely just been installed, turning this into a makeshift cell for her.

Around her chest, just under her breasts, were four rows of chain. They were tightened to the point she couldn’t breathe deeply. They also pinned her wings down tightly, likely damaging most of the feathers. Even if she did escape, it’s unlikely she’d be flying for a while.

“Well, well, what have we here? A beautiful naive little spy, laid out for me like a gift,” the griffon said. This one had a darker brown to his feathers than the one who had been torturing her.

“Please, help me, I’m not a spy! I don’t know what went wrong, I just wanted shelter from the storm!”

He chuckled and set the lantern down. “Well now, that’s exactly what a spy would say, isn’t it?”

“I’m not!”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He brushed a talon down her cheek. There was a clinking sound as he dragged a length of chain across the floor. “Now then, I’m going to perform my own interrogation. If you’re a good birdie I may even let you enjoy it.”

The griffon stepped over her and knelt down on her chest. She looked up at him and noticed a hand at his thighs, stroking his swelling member. As it poked out past his feathers and fur of his groin she could see small bristles all over it. Her first instinct was to scream for help.

The griffon took the chain he had grabbed moments earlier in both hands, and forced it across her mouth and down to the ground. Derpy choked as the chain gagged her and shook her head. A moment later there was a faint click as he snapped a lock closed, connecting the chain and forming a permanent gag for the pegasi.

“Much better.” He smiled and grabbed her breasts with his talons, squeezing until the sharp tips drew blood. Derpy let out a garbled scream and thrashed about as he sat there, now fully erect from her struggles.

She kept trying to fight, the chains rattling fairly loudly. As he groped her breasts, she felt a sharper and sharper pain as the talons bit into flesh. “Keep up that squirming and I might slice these right off.”

Derpy whimpered and slowed down for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief as the pain in her breasts subsided. The griffon raised his legs and scooted downwards, his rigid cock scraping along her stomach. It felt a bit to derpy like a cat’s tongue, the avian organ covered in tiny hooks.

She shuddered and let out another loud shout as the dick brushed over her clitoris, tiny hooks raking across it. This lead him to squeeze her breasts again, digging the talons in. For a griffon such foreplay would have been arousing, but they’d been built for other birds not for ponies.

The flared tip of his member pushed against her labia, feeling smoother than it had when dragged down her stomach. The backward facing barbs gave no resistance to being pushed into Derpy. Inch by inch he slowly forced himself in, not caring that the chained mare wasn’t wet. She could get there soon enough and it felt the same to him anyway.

After another moment he finished sliding in and their hips met. He let out a soft content moan. “This is my favorite part of the job. When the spies refuse to talk, I get to have some fun. And when they finally do talk… well… nothing arousing about a shallow grave.” He smirked, looking down into Derpy’s wide eyes.

As he pulled his member back for another thrust it tried to tug her vagina along with it. All the tiny barbs resisted being pulled out, making the member feel like it was glued inside her. Then as the force became too great it raked along her insides. Normally it would stimulate the griffon female and remove a competitor’s sperm, but the soft pony flesh had neither the toughness nor rival seed in it.

Derpy began sobbing and struggling again as she felt her pussy burning. The griffon’s member twitched and he forced it back in. He began to use her breasts for leverage, his talons having sunk in about half an inch. His slow thrusts became less painful as Derpy’s body got used to it. Her raw labia was finally coated in her arousal and small amounts of blood.

She didn’t enjoy what has happening to her but couldn’t deny that it felt good. It was a violation, but it was also a level of intimacy she hadn’t experienced in months. If what he said was true, it may be the only intimacy she had for the rest of her life.

The griffon hit his tempo and continued thrusting into Derpy. At times it almost sounded like she was moaning in pleasure, though her groans of agony sounded much the same through the chain gag.

Derpy had pulled the chains taught as her body tightened up. She wanted to stop him but lacked the strength, instead she could only lay there and let him take her. She closed her eyes causing a couple tears to fall, but this just made her more aware of how aroused she was getting. Hormones in the griffon’s musk had caused her to become more horny and compliant.

As the griffon sped up his thrusts he let go of her breasts and grabbed her arms, circling the talons around them. He began to hit her with his full force, his member stretching out the burning tunnel as it raked in and out. Both testacles lifted up as the muscles in his abdomen tensed, and his cock twitched.

Derpy felt a stinging sensation as the griffon pumped his seed into her. The sore flesh and the acidic seed made her stomach feel as if it had a small fire burning in it.

The griffon thrust forward one last time, holding himself there as the majority of his load was shot into the griffon. He finally let go and relaxed, leaving his member inside her. “Ah… that was wonderful.” He brushed the tears from her face. “You know, tell me who sent you and maybe I’ll let you cum too.”

Derpy was too disgusted to look at him, let alone talk, but she was incredibly horny. She almost wanted to list off names of ponies at random until they let her go. However, she couldn’t with the gag and if she could, she had no guarantee her execution wouldn’t follow.

The guard finally pulled out, leaving her ruffled tail and mane sprawled on the floor. Some of his seed slowly dripped out into her tail, and Derpy twitched from time to time. “Well then, I’d say you’re fine like this for the night spy. Sleep tight.”

He picked up the lantern and blew out the light. Now he could see Derpy, but the mare could not see him. The guard stood back a ways humming happily to himself as his half-erect member still hung out in the open.

Normally if the torture didn’t work, the threat of rape got the spies to talk. This pegasus however was clearly one of Celestia’s most highly trained operatives. She hadn’t said a word of useful information during torture, and acted genuinely surprised as he claimed her.

It didn’t matter to the guard though, the longer she resisted the longer she would be alive. And so long as she was alive, he’d be sent to check on her several times a day, and was free to use her like the useless slab of pony meat she was.