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Being a business owner is fraught with risks, especially in the big city. Not only do you have competition to deal with, but also the fluctuating costs of staying open, which often rise far more often than they fall. In particular when you have a landlord who grew up hardened by his city life and is as ruthless, demanding and short-tempered as they come...
After opening her Rarity For You boutique in Manehattan, the owner of her branch, Mr. Stripes, was revealed to be an extremist from the start. At first it was orders over little things, such as hiring his daughter. But over time, those little demands became big, and with his daughter constantly pouting over Rarity's objections to what she wanted, Mr. Stripes grew ever more ruthless toward the struggling fashionista...
Eventually, just as he promised, he made the rent for her boutique vastly surpass what she could afford. With the location being impossible for her to let go of, the pony endured as best she could until he started coaxing her into situations she never could have imagined, and in doing so he obtained everything he needed to lure her into both, obedience and silence as the things he put her through evolved in extremes...
Because of her debt and his blackmail, Mr. Stripes was able to push Rarity into his twisted fetishes that would degrade and modify her body to suit his tastes. Making it a routine torture that would sometimes last an entire day, he would bind Rarity to a chair in a hidden soundproof room beneath the boutique and attach massive weights to her inner labia. In doing so, this allowed him to watch as each session stretched her lips further and further, sometimes seeming as though they grew in inch in a single day from how heavy the weights were.
Although they were once a lovely bright and pink color, barely poking out of her slit in what was formerly a pure and cute manner, they now took on a dark, discolored appearance from their constant abuse and dangled lowly between her legs, even without weights, forcing her to tuck them inside her womanhood and stick on a pad to conceal them in humiliation when in public. Despite how long they had already become however, Mr. Stripes only tormented her by demanding they be stretched even more, continuing her punishments despite how much they had already been ruined. He swore not to stop until the eights made them touch the floor, though when attached they were already most way there...
After enduring so much, Rarity had lost all interest in maintaining her branch in Manehattan, now wanting only to end it and escape, but thanks to the trickery of her landlord, whether she wanted to keep Rarity For You open or not didn't matter, she was trapped in his dark and twisted web and continued being forced to meet him for more body modifications, while Mr. Stripes daughter further modified her boutique simultaneously.
Not only satisfied with warping her labia, Rarity's landlord started putting larger and larger objects within her, the size and their texture changing in extremes the looser her insides became, starting out with typical dildos until reaching the point of super-massive and super-spiked insertions that would test her limits no matter how much her insides had already been stretched. During each session Mr. Stripes saw fit to put something bigger inside of her that made her situation feel like her first time again and again.
Because of his methods, her breasts began to sag as well from his constant roughness, squeezing and pulling on them every time she was strapped down, though at the same time all the stimulation made them grow in the process, much to his amusement and her misery...
Everything she'd been enduring has led her body to the appearance shown here, where she sits still being modified by the wicked Mr. Stripes, with even the hood of her clit beginning its own training as Rarity endures a nightmare that seems as though it will never end...
...And yet, perhaps this nightmare isn't quite so bleak in the end. After all her suffering, is that perhaps a masochistic arousal showing...? Could the fashionista be succumbing to stockholm...? Her mind still swirls in horror and agony, yet is it possible her body is swirling in something else...?
How pitiable it is... Yes... "Such a pity" once said a jester...