His good eye still focused on her, he took a moment to appraise her, looking for any obvious sign of serious head trauma. Seeing none, he drew his head back from the wall that was now just a bit worse off then it had been before his cranium based assault.

"Foreplay? You cant be serious. After all that, you're still... I damn near crushed your trachea, you were seconds from death."

With a casual shrug and an exaggerated flip of her mane, she moved over to the heavy steel 'X' dominating the center of the small room. She spoke as she inspected the havoc he had wreaked on her favorite piece of furniture.

"Yes, maybe a bit, but what kind of hypocrite would I be, as a sadist that didn't enjoy a bit of masochism now and again. Mmmmm...the strength, the raw, unbridled power in the way you slammed me across the room...the lovely way you pinned me to the wall, stealing my very breath away...uuunnnnhhh...oh yes, I came."

She looked over her shoulder at him, shooting him a mischievous little smile and wink as he stood there dumbfounded at her latest revelation. The intended effect of it subtly changed by the deepening purple bruise across her throat. After staring at her in silence for more then a few seconds, he shook his head with a sigh and moved around the periphery of the room.

~I'm really starting to think I'm the only sane pony in this entire damn town...~

Whether by design or coincidence, this route kept her at a steady distance, and kept his good eye facing her. His journey ended as he came to the large, multi drawered wardrobe stretching clear to the low ceiling and filling a sizable portion of the wall with its mahogany bulk.

"That's not why I'm here, I just need a little information about a recent client of yours...clients, to be more accurate."

As he spoke, he opened the drawers one by one, taking stock of the dizzying array of toys that filled them. Each tucked snugly in its own little felt lined indentation, impeccably neat, ordered by color, size and...application. He considered himself fairly educated about these kind of things, Luna had some...eccentric tastes, after all. He supposed he would too, after a thousand years, you had to spice things up a bit to keep from getting bored.

"The recent commission placed by the 'Children of The Celestial Order'. Would you kindly tell me everything about them. Literally, every single thing you know. "

Still looking through her collection, he realized better then half of these things left him without the slightest idea as to how, or what they were used for. An exasperated and exaggerated sigh from behind him tore his attention away from the drawer of questionable intent, but not before a particular item caught his attention. He had an idea how this conversation would go down, and the hollow silver tube he had stealthily scooped up might prove useful before long.

"Ugh, just like a stallion, always business business business...no, rather not. A large part of my success comes from my discretion, my clientele pays well for...anonymity, in certain situations. This being one of them."

Her head was tilted up as he turned back to her, the pose a little comical as she was trying, with some obvious difficulty, to tilt back far enough to look down her nose at him. A smirk of self satisfaction adorned her face.

"As such, I have no intention of telling you anything. Indeed, perhaps it is time that you crawled back into your shadows."

~So...that's how you want to do this...~

He began to move towards her slowly, he'd regained his psychological footing after the latest of his...conflicts. Now the pieces of a new stratagem began to fall into place. His original plans were no longer a viable option, so he decided to steer this encounter in a... different direction.

"No, that's just not going to happen."

His voice had returned to its calm, collected tenor, and the look in his eye, the smile on his face caused the thin veil of her imagined superiority to flicker and wane, slipping away like fog before a flame. Unconsciously, she took half a step back.

"Ahem, now then, none of that, if you insist on this foolishness, I've learned a trick or two from Twilight that will-"

In her unthinking verbosity, she'd let him get too close. As she realized her error her horn finally began to glow with pooling power. It was too little, too late. With a forward hop and an assistant beat of his wings which caused the fabric swathed walls to flutter and shiver, he was on her. Gripped in the prehensile tip of his single remaining full length wing, the hollow silver cylinder he had liberated from her collection came down firmly in the center of her forehead. Her horn completely swallowed up within it.

With a thud that sent a tremor through the floor, her built up magic energy backfired, strange, runic carvings in some language that was old when Celestia was young glowed a molten orange along the reflective curve of the cylinder. Rarity's power, that had been scant seconds from blasting Behemoth clean across the room, imploded back, hitting the nerve cluster at the base of her horn with all the subtlety of a sledge hammer. Her vision snapped to black from the force of the feedback, and her body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, spilling to the floor in an undignified heap. As her consciousness faded, the last thing she heard was his voice.

"And that, my dear, is why you lock up the really fun toys..."

She wasn't out for long, the feedback daze faded quickly. She was vaguely aware of being moved while she was under, and could hear, even though it sounded as though coming from the bottom of a well, the sound of tearing fabric. As realization and sense slowly swam back, her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was Behemoth, leaning back against the now closed door, legs crossed, waiting patiently.

"Whhaatt...where..."

As she remembered recent events, she gasped, her eyes shot open in alarm and she tried to stand. Tried. She couldn't move. Looking up, and then down, she was shocked to discover she'd been securely fastened to her own table. The leather straps, which had been torn clean out, had been crudely yet effectively replaced by strips of black silk, obviously stripped from the walls to form her impromptu bindings. The table was set back at a slight incline, holding her upright. She could still feel the Nullifier snugly fitted to her forehead.

"Ah there you are, welcome back. I was beginning to wonder how long you'd be napping. Now, that I have your undivided attention, we're going to have a little chat."

He pushed himself off of the door, stepping closer to her in a slow, casual gait as he continued speaking.

"Now, ma'am, I'll say it again, just in case its slipped your mind. I want you to tell me everything you know about the 'Children of The-"

A gob of saliva splattering on his cheek silenced him before he could finish. He didn't so much as twitch.

"Fuck you."

Glacially, a smile drew a faint crease across his scarred visage. His eye twinkled in amusement.

"I wont tell you a damn thing! Any information you want, you'll have to force out of me!"

For a second time this evening, a look flashed across her face that could've been apprehension...or anticipation. He let loose a low chuckle as a wing stretched forward and swept her spittle away. The faint smile had expanded into a full on grin.

~Well alright then, if she wants to play, we'll play...~

"You know, somehow I knew that was going to be your answer...Well, if that's the way you want to do this, lets see what we are working with here..."

As he moved closer, she straightened up, laying her head back against the cold steel, preparing herself for the brutal ravaging she thought was coming. A trickle of fluid, all but invisible against her immaculate white coat ran down the inside of her thigh at his approach.

"Do your...worst?"

Her faux resistance took on a questioning tone as he slipped past, stepping out of her line of sight without breaking stride, and without laying so much as a feather on her. He did, however, pull the x frame around with him, slowly turning it on its precision mounting. He moved it with a single wing and without any visible effort, the ease of this motion a testament to the skill that had gone into its construction.

"I wonder, out of this...rather impressive collection, all of which you've undoubtedly applied to who knows how many mares and colts over the years, I wonder how many of these you've tried yourself..."

As an effective punctuation to his point, he hefted a massive phallic shape out of the lowest drawer. At its suction cup equipped base, it was easily as big around as his own leg, and stretched to a tapered, slightly up turned conical tip at a length that put it just north of his knee. It was a vibrant, lime green in coloration, the vulcanized rubber of its construction shining dully in the harsh fluorescent glow. In a flowing and elegant free hand script written up its length, was a single word. "Steve".

"This for instance...manticore?"

It took her a moment to reply, Steve always had that effect on her, the mere sight of him made it difficult for her to focus enough to speak.

'N...no, dragon...juvenile, of course..."

"Dragon...hmm. That'd probably shift around some internal organs in a fairly dramatic fashion...maybe we'll work you up to it."

Behemoth plopped the monstrosity named Steve onto the floor in front of her, the up turned tip almost seeming to wink at her helpless form as Behemoth turned back and continued his rummaging. Her mind ran wild. She knew categorically what those drawers contained, and could hardly imagine which he would use against her first. Her legs quaked in anticipation, and she found herself actually arcing her back away from the steel x as her imaginings grew more and more vivid and debaucherous.

Would he turn wielding the stout girth of a Cerberus? The bifurcated length of a hydra? The corkscrew-like equipment of a chimaera? The-...He turned, and the sudden motion almost made her whimper in anticipation, then she saw what his wicked mind had chosen. A small, pink, battery powered egg, and an equally diminutive, pale blue shaft that would be hard pressed to satisfy the most timid of fillies, fitted to a thin harness. She stared at him, confusion leading to disbelief leading to flat out fury.

"What..you chose...are you fucking kidding me?!?"

He couldn't help but smile at her uncharacteristic outburst. It was the same general response he'd expected, just a little more...blunt. As he replied, he made no effort to disguise his mirth as he strolled back over to her helpless self.

"No, I'm not fucking kidding you. As I said, I'm here for information. Nothing more. If you don't want to cooperate...well, I'll just have to do a little convincing."

"Bu-...I...surely, the threat of, for example the buffalo cock in the third drawer with seventeen speed and rotation settings, or the gas powered example on the top shelf, modeled after that found on a friends brother...I mean, even your own-"

She was abruptly silenced as the harness was fastened around her head, its Pinkie eye blue attachment suddenly tickling the back of her throat.

"That'll be about enough of that. And no, those particular items just wont do. You see, I suspect I could spend three days in this room, use every toy you have in that chest and wear my self to the point of uncomfortable chafing fucking you up down and sideways, and you still wouldn't tell me what I want to know."

As he spoke, he slipped the tiny egg, a gift from dear Fluttershy, up between Rarities already dewy wet nether lips, making sure it was snugly in place before straightening back up.

"So, we'll try this a different way."

He sat a few feet back from her, and flicked the little wireless control switch for the small ovoid to its lowest setting. She glared at him, the anger diluted slightly with a tinge of amusement. Even after he started toggling randomly between various speeds, all on the low end, the sensation was pleasant, and she was already built up from the anticipation but at this rate it'd take...hours. Her face went slack as she realized his intentions. He smiled as he saw it dawn on her, rewarding her cognitive capacity with a slow dialing up.

"There we are, now it seems you understand..."

He spiked it all the way up, driving a slight shudder from her secured form with the sudden change of pace. A faint, but distinctive buzz was now just audible. Even with it bouncing up and down the list from seven to ten, it was no where near the kind of action she was used to. Something about it though...

She didn't know if it was the slightly bored, slightly amused way he watched her, or the lingering deliciousness of the physical pain he'd caused, or the experience of being the one ON the table as opposed to OVER it...whatever it was, she could feel it building, feel her second orgasm of tonight moving steadily, almost begrudgingly closer.

~Mmm...it wont be great, but...just...a little...~

She settled back, relaxing a bit. She'd decided to take what she could get, even if it was far too gentle for her liking. A surge was building in her loins and an electric shiver ran up her spine, intensified by the cold steel. The trail of wetness down her thigh was a bit more pronounced now, a single droplet broke away from her hoof and splashed onto the tile.

~Ahhh...yes...that...just a little more-~

It stopped. Turned to zero with a clearly heard click.

~No, no, not now, not so close....gah!! You horrible rotten BASTARD!!!~

She squirmed and bucked, at least as far as the restraints would let her, trying to find just the right motion, just the right angle to finish...it was wasted effort. As the heat slowly faded from her loins, it rose, flushing her breast and cheeks with her anger. As their eyes met again, he was well aware that if the Nullifier wasn't in place right now, he very likely would've been blasted clean through one wall or another.

"...So, Rarity, was it good for you?"

The daggers she was staring at him were the closest she came to a response.

"No? That's ok, lets go again."

And so they did. As before, he started slow, working a few sharp jolts in now and again, just to keep her off balance. He never left it at one setting for more then a minute or two, never gave her a chance to get used to it. Before long, riding the coat tails of the barely diminished last, she felt a third coming on. This one a little harder, a little faster then before, her left leg gave a little inadvertent shiver as the wave of ecstasy closed in, as she rode right to the peak...and then it cut off again.

Denied again, she roared. That was the best term for it. It wasn't a cry or scream, not a grunt or moan, it was nothing more then the animalistic roar of a predator denied its prey. She strained and flailed, throwing her gorgeous form forward against her bonds. With a smirk he looked up from the magazine he had acquired from her night stand.

"Really? You don't say?"

He flicked it back on, setting it to three. Not enough to finish her off, but enough to keep her right there, just shy of orgasmic bliss. For just a second as her little torturer buzzed back to life, her fury softened, taking on, again, just for a second, a look of pleading, almost begging silently. It didn't last. She steeled herself quickly, her simmering fury returning just in time to join the seemingly random vibrations. Behemoth turned back to his magazine.

This pattern continued through the night. Over and over she was brought to the peak, and over and over she was left there. She'd long since lost track of how many times shed been jerked back from the edge. Her fury had long since been exhausted. She had railed, she had screamed, she had flailed and fought. And he had sat by passively, watching and manipulating her own toys against her. The pleasure denied her had formed a concrete ball of tense muscle low in her stomach, it throbbed each time he brought her close, driving a faint whimper or groan from her every time it twitched and sought to unravel. He wouldn't let it.

Hours later, as dawn was approaching, she was panting, gasping for breath and slick with sweat, her entire body shining in the dim light. Her lovely mane was plastered along her face and neck, hanging as damply as her body did. Behemoth was watching her silently.

The only thing holding her up any longer were the strips of silk fashioned about her ankles, she hung from them limply. Her head hadn't risen from her hitching, heaving chest in half an hour, and the only sound now that the buzzing had silenced was a steady, quiet drip as the puddle around the base of the x frame rippled each time a perfect sphere of liquid fell from her.

"As...fun as this has been, I think we're just about done here, wouldn't you say?"

He crossed to her, kneeling by her, his head level with hers. His nub of a wing gently lifted her chin, the other coming in and removing her phallic gag. A thin string of spittle ran down to the floor, accompanied by a trembling moan. Deep blue met shining gold. This close, the smell of her was powerful. The odor of her exertion, a body not used to sweating, the last, cloying vapors of her perfume, and the much stronger, radiant scent of her dripping sex.

"Now. Tell me what I want to know, and I'll let you down."

Her response was a murmur, just quiet enough that he couldn't make it out. He leaned in a little closer as her head slowly rose from her chest, and the azure pools of her eyes fixed on him. After all this, there was still fire there. She still hadn't broken.

"I said, fuck me, you troglodytic asshole. You vicious, cruel, cold hearted amazing bastard. Fuck me, and I'll tell you everything."

He leaned back from the weary strength in her voice, his eyebrows hitching in obvious surprise. Silence reigned for a span of seconds as he processed her demand. As a smile split his broad face, a booming laugh cut the silence short.

"Heh heh, damn darlin, you've got fire in you, some real spunk!! S'pose its about time I give you a little more, eh?"

He stood, spinning the pintle mounted table around, its articulated support arm running up the side and bending down to crook over it as he spun her ass around to face him, her stomach facing down towards the dark tile. He moved forward, his rapidly stiffening erection sliding up between her restrained legs, he rubbed his length along the outside of her puffy, swollen lips, coating his girth in her juices. His thick cock head slipped up, over her plot hole and was tickled by scattered strands of her tail as he butted up against the base of that cascade of purple.

"Hmm, alright then Miss Priss, tell me how you want it."

Her response was predictable in both its brevity and content. She looked back at him, or at least made an attempt to, the best she could manage from her current position was eying his knees.

"Hard."

He chuckled a bit at her response.

"Yeah, figured you'd say that."

He leaned back and reached down, a wingtip guiding his progress as he pushed forward. The broad, flat head slipping into her with hardly any effort, the literal hours of teasing having left her gasping, gaping at both ends, eager and willing to accept every inch he could give her. So he gave all of them.

Without delay, he slammed into her, sheathing himself balls deep in her drooling quim with a single thrust. The table creaked under the force of the first impact, swinging forward and rebounding back from his fore legs positioned between the arms of the 'X'. Its rearward swing was arrested by the second thrust, which set it to swinging again. At the third, she came.

She grunted with each impact, the space between filled with a high pitched mewling. He felt her clench and shudder around him each time he bottomed out, her inner muscles spasming at their long awaited release. As she looked back between her secured legs, she watched the steady, rhythmic way his scrotum slapped forward against her, swing up with a loud clap against her with each piston. With each, the ball of tension low in her stomach unraveled more and more.

As she came, not even cognitient as to if it was one after another or the same, drawn out explosion of pleasure peaking with each brutal thrust, as she came, she started talking.

It was not what he anticipated, and it almost threw him off his game. The unexpected, detailed explanation, now of all times. He set his hips to auto pilot, pounding away as he focused...or tried to, on listening to the disturbing reality she was unraveling. Names, far too many, and far too many that were familiar. He knew theses names, could put faces to more then he couldn't. Ministers, philosophers, Royal advisors...

Guards...some of those names...he'd served with them...trained them...he counted them as friends, brothers in arms...He remembered their kind words of farewell and the respectful, reverent wishes they'd offered him as he left their fold...and they were part of the group that had tried to kill his sister...

As one ball of tension was draining from her, one was forming in him, deep and cold. His enemy had infiltrated every aspect, every level of society, all the way to the top. He'd known it would be bad, but this...

He was passingly aware of pulling free of her, leaving her soaked, satisfied body dangling from the strips of her own silk. He remembered tilting her head up, meeting her lust filled, exhausted eyes and thanking her, somberly and sincerely...then shoving his cock, slick and dripping with her very essence into her mouth and unloading against the back of her throat.

She was asleep by the time he gently carried her to her bed, slipping the blankets up over her. It was an unseasonably cold evening. Didn't want her to catch cold. He made these actions in a trance, only passingly aware of the motions of his numb limbs. He silently slipped out into the night, pulling the window shut in his wake, sweeping up the feather he'd left there earlier, leaving no evidence that he'd been there at all.

As he glided down to the ground and began the walk home, he was joined by another. The two of them at home in the dark, barely visible in its deep caress. She spoke, well aware of the tumultuous thoughts that were assaulting him.

"As bad as all that?"

After a few seconds, he nodded. He hadn't looked to her since she joined him, he'd felt her presence through out the night, and knew she'd heard everything he had.

"Worse. We know far too many of those names...far too many of those faces..."

She nodded, stepping a little closer to him as she spoke, her voice for only his ears.

"So, how does this change our plans?"

"It doesn't."

"And...what about...the Guards?"

They had come to the edge of town, the warm glow of gas lanterns lighting their way home through the chilly night.

"Nothing has changed. They chose this path. Chose to betray the Guard. To betray me. They chose this. But...maybe I can reason with them, talk them off of this destructive path before it goes any farther...I refuse to believe they're that far gone..."

His words were quiet. They carried no emotion, no inflection or depth. He spoke them as if commenting on the weather. As if he didn't care.

She knew him better then that. She'd seen the deepest depths of his mind, walked casually through the farthest reaches of his psyche and seen the horrors that dwelt there...most of them. She knew his daemons...most of them, and that he was fighting them now, again. These conflicts were becoming more and more common. She changed the subject.

"You know, now that I think of it, you've...had your way with all of the Elements of Harmony now, haven't you?"

He stopped, his head tilting to one side as he considered this in silence for a few moments. His eye wide as that factoid dawned on him.

"Hmm...it would seem so, strangely enough...huh...what an odd coincidence..."

As they resumed their pace, Luna frowned, her luxurious mane sent dancing as she shook her head.

"Coincidence...no, I don't think so. Whatever is effecting the population, the...loss of inhibition, the over the top emotional responses we've been seeing so much of lately...it's taken its toll on them as well. That's the only logical explanation."

He finally looked to her, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a begrudging smirk.

"What, you're saying it wasn't my charisma and charming personality that wooed them? That it wasn't that they couldn't resist such an amazing specimen of male-ness, and there is some other reason they so eagerly sought out my dangly parts?"

She laughed a little, it was a beautiful sound, and swept some of the weight from his shoulders.

"Well, of course all that is a factor, but no, not so much..."

Her smile slowly faded as she considered the possible implications. She spoke again as the cheery lantern hanging over Derpy's front door came into view.

"Something...whatever it is, its happened to them too...this wide spread, this pervasive, it has to be something environmental...something they've all had contact with...besides you, of course."

"Of course...but what? What is the constant here?"

She sighed, annoyed at not having an answer.

"I don't know...but this issue with the 'Elements'...those six girls, they're basically a super weapon. That much power...the combination of their six essences, and the fact that you've tapped into that on a rather...carnal level...I think I might be able to use that..."

It was Behemoths turn to frown, looking to his Princess with open concern.

"USE it? I don't like the sound of that. Use it how, for what?"

"Now that...that's a very good question."