Disclaimer: this story is not canon. Nor was it written thinking with the big head. It contains repetitiveness, bondage, gay sex, rape, bondage, gay rape, cop-outs, head trauma, time travelling owls, and mood swings near the end.

Officer Argent Starseeker jerked left and right in an effort to break free from the ropes binding him. His hands had been tied behind his back, arms bound to his torso. His knees and hooves tied tightly.  The dark dungeon he was kept in reeked of a whorehouse he once investigated on 5th Street. It was the smell of semen and lubricant.

"Mnghth Ilhu-" he tried to speak a light incantation, Basic shit. Day one at the academy kind of shit. Would've worked if it wasn't muffled by a bit  forced into the unicorn's mouth.

Earlier that day, Argent had gone to a nightclub to investigate the disappearance of a mare. Syni Silvermane. She was a radio host and close friend of Argent. She hosted a radio broadcast in the city talking about such things as adventurers, corruption, demon worshipers, and the like. She was on point, so it would make sense someone would try to make her disappear. 

The nightclub, "MoonGlo," was a fancy but often loud place. Part discotek, part strip club. Dancing girls on raised stages, scantily clad waitresses, neon lights. It was a very loud place, playing synthwave at all hours of the night.

Syni's contact was described as some weird bird person. Big head, small beak, yellow eyes, weird feathers. Stuck out like a sore thumb to him. There he was, hunched over the bar, mumbling to himself.... getting up to walk through the dancing cloud to the bathroom... Argent followed him, pushing the door open.. The strange contact washing his hands in the sink, looking at his pursuer from the mirror.

"Hey, Officer Starseeker." he said, showing his badge. "I have to ask you some questions back at the station, come with me."

"I wish I could tell you, Argent..." the bird said with a sigh. "Forgive me for this..." he turned around, drawing some strange tiny device that emitted a small green ray that paralyzed the officer in place. the two stallions at the urinal black-bagged the officer and carried him away.

The rest was history, as they say...

there were footsteps echoing on concrete in the darkness... and chuckling from two stallions... there was a loud click and the fluorescent lights awoke, showing Argent the surroundings, making his eyes widen.

It was a dingy sex dungeon with a concrete floor and stucco walls. There was a wooden horse, a cross, a pillory, a bondage chair, a whipping post, and a wall of dildos, whips, lube bottles, buttplugs, and vibrators.

Standing near him were two stallions in all leather. Head to toe in leather, rings, belts and zippers... they were gimps. The only parts of them uncovered were their long, fleshy flared cocks. Their manes were done in strange top knots that poked through holes in their hoods.

Argent stared at the strange display before him... and shuddered at the obvious plans they had for him.

The first one, a brown stallion with a blonde top knot unzipped his mouth. "Officer Argent Starseeker... fast and loose hero-cop...." he stepped forward and extended a hand. "Anguish. I'll be your rapist and torturer.." he said with a wide grin. He pointed at his friend. "Introduce yourself, slut!" he said.

"Ecstasy... pleasure to meet you...." the brown unicorn with the black mane crawled close like some strange creature and gave Argent's crotch a nice slow sniff, inhaling his faint musk through his jeans. "Mmmmm...."

Argent tried struggling harder! There was no way he was going to be a rape toy for two gimp freaks! He would break free and get information out of these two, somehow! He threw his head with each motion, letting out muffled grunts. Anguish took his shaft in hand and stroked slowly, getting his cock hard at the sight. 

"Nngh! Oh Argent, yes! You look so sexy when you squirm~"Anguish said through his clenched teeth. Ecstasy scurried to his companion  to run his lips along the his upper shaft before  Anguish grabbed the back of his head and jammed the cock in his mouth. He mouthfucked him right in front of his captive, looking the captured cop right in the eye as he mouthfucked  his eager companion, letting bursts of air escape his nostrils.

Argent stopped struggling to catch his breath. He looked over at his captors. Anguish whinnied, throwing his head back as he kept Ecstacy's  head still. His cock pulsing as it flooded Ecstacy's mouth with his partner's cum. His throat bulged as he swallowed, drips of cum escaping the sides of his mouth. The two pulled back. The head of Anguish's cock shooting another full rope of unicorn cum into his mouth.

Ecstasy looked content as he licked his lips. Anguish's cock slowly went limp, and dripped on the floor prompting Ecstasy to lick it up.

Anguish approached the helpless Argent. He caressed his face in a rubber gloved hand, forcing him to make eye contact. "Thanks. You look so cute when you try to break free I couldn't help myself..." he said. Argent's eyes narrowed at his captor. He was too tired to struggle now.

Argent knew what was coming. These two were going to take turns raping him and then they were going to shoot him in the back of the head and dispose of the body in a bathtub of quicklime.  He took solace in knowing that the Seven Stars would take him afterward. What happened after? No one could say. Either sent off to another world, or reborn into this one.

"You got me off so we're going to be..." Anguish paused to bob his head for a brief moment, figuring out something in his mind. "...eehhh.... relatively gentle on your first day..."

First day... great... how long were they going to do this to him? 

Anguish turned around to look at Ecstasy, giving Argent a view of his back... and filling him with something he did not know that well in his career: dread.

On his back, in leather straps, was a circle flanked with seven lines. Six radiated outward from the circle. One descended downward from the circle's bottom ending in two downward pointing arrows. It was the mark of the Thrice Fallen. Demonic Entities cast into the world. Their followers were not known for common acts of murder, oh no.

Years ago, Argent was called in to investigate a disappearance. A young mare. Good kid, just got out of high school, gone steady with some hothead alchemist, she was gonna have some kids. One day, poof! Gone. Investigators found she had gone to some dingy warehouse. Typical drug den, but it looked like she met someone there. Her "friend" revealed that she was with the former mayor's aide. This guy was three times her age. 

When the mayor's house was raided, Argent heard an anguished moan from  behind a book case... the moan became a loud scream. He threw things off the shelf, calling for officers to help get it open. Finally they ripped the shelf off it;s hinges and rushed downstairs. There was the girl. Bound to a bed, legs spread, like she was... giving birth... a sheet covering her lower half, but her upper body carved with the symbol of the thrice fallen.

All the anguished girl could mutter was "The child must die." over and over. Argent had no idea what the fuck happened that day, but the girl has never been the same since. Her relationship fell apart, she couldn't hold a job, they threw her in the loony bin.

The former mayor's aid got the rip. Argent was there to see the asshole get pulled apart by twin black holes like a freshly baked cookie.

That was Argent's experience with the cult. Whatever they did to people, did not involve anything as merciful as death. They were destroyers, corrupters, schemers. No one was safe from their machinations. You could be some homeless stallion, or a champion of good and righteousness, and if they wanted you, they would have you.

"Ecstasy...." Anguish said, catching his companion's attention as he had been licking cum off the floor. He made a motion with his hands that Argent couldn't see. Ecstasy stopped licking the floor and scampered over on all fours, on his knees in front of Argent, sniffing at the bulge in his pants. 

"The boss doesn't like you looking into her business, Argent... you naughty boy...." Anguish practically moaned out as his hands rubbed his prisoner's helpless body. "She thinks you're too... righteous... incorruptible... can't have that!" Ecstasy said rubbing the bulge gently, making Argent's penis harden in his jeans.

Argent wasn't gay... at least he was fairly certain he wasn't. The hardening seemed involuntary. There was a dull ache in his hard stomach and a chill on his shoulders, despite being covered in a jacket. His chest rose and fell with his breath.

"We think she's full of beans when she says you'tre incorruptible." Anguish reached in front to undo his belt. "We should know, right Ecstasy?" he asked, Ecstasy nodded quickly.

"We're going to get you in touch with your darker side, Argent..." Anguish jerked Argent's pants down despite his protests. Argent's eyes widened and he shook his head. His thick long, black, smooth cock sprang up, free of it's prison. Ecstasy slowly ran his hands up the shaft until he was hard. Then he started kissing and licking the head.

Argent closed his eyes and looked away in revulsion... at least he thought it was. Anguish rubbed the officer's chest, in an attempt to soothe him.

"Just relax. Enjoy it. Because the next few days are going to hurt..." Anguish growled seductively.

Ecstasy took the thick hard cock in his mouth, twisting his head as he bobbed and sucked, both hands stroking the lower parts he couldn't reach. Eventually Argent's squirming stopped. This gimp's tongue was like velvet and his breath was warm and comforting, like a summer's evening. He threw his head back in an effort to block out the sights... 

He shivered as he felt a knife at his throat... maybe they were planning to kill him after all... not a bad way to go. How many could say they died getting a blowjob? Granted, it was a blowjob from some gimp and not some Azure Falls Lovemaker downtown, but Ecstasy was good at what he did... "Thank you..." Argent whispered...

... as the knife gently scraped gracefully down his neck, leaving no fatal cut. This knife was not meant for his neck... he felt his clothes tug and heard a ripping... they were cutting his shirt. Argent's orgasm built in his body as Ecstacy's saliva coated his shaft and sucked at the head.

"Don't thank us yet, baby, this is just day one..." Anguish said.

Argent slowly rocked his hips to help Ecstasy suck him. He would devise an escape plan later, but for now he might as well enjoy himself. Nothing wrong with a blowjob right? He started to grunt through clenched teeth as his orgasm approached. He looked around the room... noting a large hanging cage... an ideal place to store a kidnap victim for the evening...

Anguish had taken Argent's pants down as far as the knee tie would let him, looking at his nice tight anus. He squeezed some lube on his finger and prodded at the hole, making Argent's eyes widen. He pushed his finger deep into his anus, rubbing against the tight inner walls making him squirm.

"Ohh... you're an anal virgin aren't you?" Anguish teased as he fingered.

Argent could only whimper at the sensation and look down at Ecstasy who was now massaging his low hanging balls. The sensation in his ass was new... and oddly enjoyable. He moaned into his bit gag, to the delight of his captors. 

Through the haze of new delight, Argent looked around at his surroundings to devise an escape plan... assuming he was being kept here overnight... if the cage had a loose bolt, he could maybe smash it open. The cage seemed to be the only place that would make any sense to keep a prisoner... right?

His train of thought was interrupted by his hard cock's pulsing as it pumped hot horse cum into Ecstasy's muzzle. He threw his head back, groaning as his balls emptied. The gimp's throat bulged as he proudly swallowed. Anguish kissed at the stallion's neck as he caught his breath.

"Enjoy that, slut?" he asked.

Argent closed his eyes and nodded.

"Good... because we're going to break you. The next few weeks are going to hurt." he purred... gripping his chest fur. "Yoy're going to break... you're going to beg us for mercy..."

Anguish pulled Argent's jacket, tearing it from his body.

"... and then you'll beg for our cocks..." he finished. "Sleep tight."

Anguish put a chloroform rag over his mouth. Argent, catching his own breath, inhaled the sterile scent and mercifully blacked out...

two hours later...

Argent's vision returned to him.... he saw his own flaccid cock between his thighs. he was on his knees, arms and hooves held behind him in some strange pillory. He had been stripped naked except for some rubber elbow gloves and thigh boots. A tendril of saliva dripped from his open mouth, held open by a steel ring in his teeth.

Argent pulled with all his might in an attempt to break the contraption. He closed his eyes, letting out a grunt as he mustered the rage to try and break free. It was no use.... this thing was bolted to the floor. He barely rattled the lock.

Hoof-steps were coming... three sets... accompanied by voices.

"... care about nothing but cock when we're done." said Anguish.

"The boss hopes so. She would love to have the brave Argent Starseeker as a slave at her next private gala." said a male voice.

The footsteps stopped at the door.

"May I see him?" the voice asked.

The sliding window of the door opened. Two sets of green eyes looked at Argent's helpless struggling.

"Niiiice... I want a tape of this...I'm sure she will too."

"Ooohh! I'll get the camera!" Ecstasy could be heard as he scampered down the hall.

"Let me know when he's been corrupted, I would love to sample him." the voice said. 

"I'll be sure to call you, but for now it's slut's feeding time." Anguish said as Ecstasy scampered back down the hall. The other set of feet walked away, and the door opened. Anguish looked at Argent as he rubbed his stallion shaft. Ecstasy set up a video camera... some top quality device. An Oculazer 7000, latest on the market. Probably worth around three thousand Dymas. 

"Morning slave... ready for breakfast?" Anguish said with a grin. Argent shook his head. He could smell him from here. He smelled like he just fucked someone else. Aware of this, Anguish rubbed his musky, sweaty, hardening penis against the officer's helpless snout, holding his face in case he tried to recoil away. He giggled at the hesitant slut trying to escape the inevitable...

Argent whimpered in protest through the steel ring, but he was given no choice. He clenched his eyes shut as the stinky flesh slid against his helpless tongue... that cock reaching the back of his throat making him gag. Not helped by the foul taste of sweat, cum, anal juices and lube all commingled. His eyes watered.  He was forcibly making "gulking" noises with each pump, Ecstasy's camera close to catch the view of that cock punishing his mouth.

"aww... tears of joy! He loves this!" he said with a giggle. 

Anguish held argent's horn as he pumped faster. his rubber suit squeaking with each thrust. Puffs of air escaped his nostrils.

Argent was starting to not mind the taste in his mouth, a fire lighting behind his cheeks. He started mindlessly sucking, as if giving in. His own cock hardening. Ecstasy reached for his cock, but Anguish kicked him away.

"No pleasure until he breaks..." he said as he fucked Argent's mouth , each thrust making wet slapping noises.

Through the haze of pleasure Argent tried to devise a plan, even as his mind was polluted by lewd thoughts. He had to escape, but whoever their other guest was had a clear case of diarrhea of the mouth. Maybe he could overhear him over-confidently spilling the beans. It may lead him to Syni, or at the very least whoever was paying these two.

The cock throbbed in his mouth, leaking precum onto his tongue, he looked up at Anguish with furrowed eyes, and he looked back with the same smile... before he could launch that plan, he would have to escape these two...maybe earn their trust?

"it's a start..." he thought. "But I'd have to convince them... convince them that they have to work for it."

Anguish started thrusting harder and harder, letting out groans and growls. "Nnnghh.... just a little more... here it comes..." anguish snarled with delight.

After a few more pumps, Argent's maw was filled with cum, much of it in the back of his throat forcing him to swallow. He shuddered with disgust, eyes clenched and unable to spit it out. He hung his head, hoping it would drip out of his mouth but Anguish forced his head up. "Wasteful slut! that's your food!" he said, hooking the straps of his gag to a thin chain, hanging from the ceiling, keeping his mouth in the air, forcing the cum to slide down his throat.

Argent was forced to swallow every drop...

Anguish turned back to Ecstasy who was stroking his own shaft to the recorded video in the preview screen. "Such a pretty pony..." he muttered to himself. Anguish took the camera from him before he could finish.

"Cage him." he ordered. Ecstasy nodded frantically and scurried over to the shelf of toys behind Argent.

Caging... perfect... he could break out of that easily. Just a few good slams against the wall, maybe even an incantation and he would-

Ecstasy held a rather large chastity cage in front of him. Argent raised an eyebrow. He never heard of these things before.

He squat in front of the helpless stallion and slid his helpless balls through the steel ring. He took hold of his softened shaft and forcibly squeezed it through, making argent groan in pain until finally the whole shaft was through. just as Argent thought it was over, he felt a small steel cage being pressed against the head of his cock, pushing back down to the ring. He heard a loud snap as Ecstasy locked the cage.

"No cumming for you, awww... so sad." Ecstasy said in a mocking tone. "But don't worry, you'll break like we did." Ecstasy assured him, rubbing his helpless balls. His cock pressed against the steel cage as it tried to harden.

"Welp, off to make copies of the tape! Night Argie!" Ecstasy kissed him on the caged head and then scampered out the door, closing it with a rusty squeak. Argent closed his eyes, hoping to pass out.

How long was it down there? Hours? Days? Argent couldn't tell... at random intervals they would come and tell him it's morning. Five minutes later they would say goodnight. However long, the cage kept him pent up as they raped him. They fed him only cum, and made sure he swallowed. Argent was starting to acquire a taste for semen, and after this case was done he would go over to Silkmane street and find some hot stud to suck off.

One day... hour... he found his position changed....

He was now chained to the ceiling. His hooves in the air and his hands chained behind his knees. There was a tight ball-gag in his mouth that he had coated with saliva. He heard footsteps... and that familiar voice.

"Oh I simply have to see him!" the voice said. "How much?" the stranger said.

"For you, free of charge. Just... try to keep secrets. You know, just in case he escapes." Anguish instructed.

The door opened and the naked stranger revealed himself.... the County Treasurer himself, Janus Diamond. A fit fellow, for someone in politics with a cock half Argent's size... Argent narrowed his eyes at him, clenching his bound fists.

Janus tsked at him. "Argent, Argent, Argent... you were too pure to be free." he said, walking over to the shelf of toys.

"Smart cops in this city accept the gifts my brothers and sisters offer." he picked up a thin, pink bullet vibrator and walked back to his prisoner.

"Dumb ones like you  slap it away... until you can't anymore..."

Argent cringed as the toy was slowly pushed inside. There was a click, and the plastic started vibrating against his anal walls. He groaned into his gag. Janus rubbed his hard black fleshy shaft. Through the sensations and lewd thoughts, Argent tried to hear this idiot spill the beans.

"Syni should've been a clue, Argent..." he said, picking up another vibrator. "Had a little fun with her the other night... she's a screamer." he pushed the other vibrator into Argent's hole beside the other one, making him wince with pain. 

"I don't think she takes to being whipped much..." he chuckled as he  forced another in, making him groan out, Argent's cock pressed against the cage once again as it tried to harden.

Janus clicked the other two vibrators on. Argent's head rolled back as the sensation in his ass intensified, making his body burn with lust.

"Nice confession, idiot..." he thought "Now take those vibrators out and fuck me." He wondered where that thought came from...

Janus slapped and groped his ass, his ears perked. "You'll never escape, Argent. I might just buy you at the boss' auction."

He wanted to be angry at the statement, but a faint lewd thought in his mind dulled his anger. The thought of spending the rest of his life tied up at this stallion's command made him blush. Every night, bent over and fucked. His ass red from whipping, his breath stinking of cum he struggled to swallow with a tight collar around his neck... so hot...

Argent shook his head. "No..." he thought "I could get that somewhere else, to someone more deserving than this asshole."

His thought was interrupted by Janus rubbing his cock against his snout, making him take in that musk.

"You can say no all you want, but you can't fight fate...." he said, holding his head so his snout wouldn't move.

By the seven stars, that smell... that sweat and precum... why did they have to put him in a ring gag? Fuck, he wanted to drain that of cum... he unconsciously nuzzled the shaft, prompting laughter from him.

"You're cracking already! How cute!" he said, rubbing his hair. "You want my load, Argie?" he asked mockingly taking the ball-gag out, letting Argent catch his breath...

"Please... " he said.

Janus pushed his hard shaft into Argent's mouth, along his soft warm wet tongue. He turned his head as he sucked, balls slapping against his chin. The taste clouding his thoughts.

"What are you doing? Bite it off!" a thought in his mind whispered. "No... play along... everything is working perfectly.." another synapse spoke. The rest of his brain was telling him to suck... and work the shaft with his tongue...

Janus took a phone out of his jacket as he was fucking Argent's throat. He punched in a number, holding the phone to his ear.

"Anguish... ANGUISH!" he said loudly. "Come down here, your slut's breaking!" he said, hanging up.

Argent suppressed his anger at being called someone's slut.... "It's true... " he thought in the back of his mind.

After a few moments, the door opened, and Anguish and Ecstasy entered, carrying the video camera. Argent wasn't even paying any attention, he was busy trying to milk Janus. Anguish gasped silently as ecstasy scampered closer to get a shot of his mouth.

"H-he's just sucking on his own...  nngh! H-how much will the -ah- starting bid be on him?" Janus asked, his orgasm approaching.

"I think.... " anguish tapped his chin as he ran a hand down Argent's leg to his caged cock, kneading his helpless balls, swollen with cum. "Three Million Dymas?"

"Nnnghh... any chance I can j-just buy him right noooowww--- oh ffffuuuck~" Janus trailed, his body igniting with lust.

"Buy him? Mr Diamond... this is not some common  cum-clamouring captive..." Anguish said, running his fingers through Janus' chest fur from behind. "This is Argent Starseeker... hero cop. Champion of good... purity.... do you know how much someone like him could actually go for? At least seventeen million.... I'd be a fool." he said.

Argent was too busy lapping up Janus' precum with his tongue to notice the conversation's entirety. He heard Seventeen Million, which meant his captors were hot... he meant rich... no doubt powerful... his mind wandered to the skimpy silk outfits he'd be forced to wear... silk stockings, gloves, and no undies. Master will need that asshole ready...

"Snap out of it, Argent! You need to escape! These are Demon Worshipers!" a loud voice said in his mind, forcing him to pay attention to the conversation.

"But he's already broken... who's going to pay that much for used goods?" Janus asked.

"Oh you'd be surprised..." he said, while counting on his fingers "the County Governor, the District Attorney, the head of Parents for Cleaner Media... I could go on." he kissed at Janus' neck. "Broken heroes don't try to escape and seek justice. Less dangerous." 

"I... I see... oh fuck..." Janus held Argent's head still as he flooded his muzzle with cum.

To Argent, Janus' cum was like delicious, salted, albeit bitter butter. He rolled the sticky loads on his tongue before he swallowed, throat bulging with each gulp.

Anguish reached down to rub his chin. "Keep this up and no more cage..." he said in a soft tone as if speaking to a good pet.

Janus pulled his cock out when Argent was finished tongue cleaning him. He pulled his cock out of his mouth and leaned down to rub his chin. "I'll see you at the auction..." Janus said seductively. Argent could just catch his breath and watch him get dressed.

Anguish pulled the vibrators from his stretched asshole. "Good boy, Argent... we have a treat for you next time." he said putting the toys in a plastic bin. Ecstasy took the bucket and scampered out of the room. Anguish swayed his hips as he made his way to the door, looking back with a wink before he shut the lights off.

When Argent woke, he found himself bent over. Wrists bound in steel manacles, hooves elevated and bound. His tail had been raised and tied. Beneath him he felt the leather that made the device somewhat more bearable. There was a pet dish in front of his face, filled with stinky semen. The bowl had the name "Argent" in raised letters.

"He's awake." Ecstasy said excitedly, keeping the camera on him.

Argent felt an open hand strike him on the ass and squeeze tenderly. His hard cock twitched in it's cage. "Morning, dirty boy... you're a deep sleeper." Anguish said.

Ecstasy pushed the bowl of cum in front of Argent. Without another word, he lowered his head and lapped up the bitter salty goo like a hungry pet.

"Just for you, Argie, but that's one part of your treat...." Ecstasy said, zooming in on the bowl.

His eyes went wide as he felt a cold liquid drip on his sensitive asshole. He could only gently shake his ass, whether it was a twitch or an invitation, he wasn't sure anymore.

"The second part... is answers..." Anguish said, rubbing lube on his hardening cock. "Do you know officers Borale Amethyst and Noram Longstride?" he asked.

He knew those two... those are two cops who disappeared investigating a demon cult. They were hardass, courageous bastions of law and good. That was six years ago, though, how is it relevant?

"they were never found, were they?" Ecstasy asked with a smile.

Anguish shook his head. "Not by anyone outside the cult... ahh... they were so... pure." Anguish reminisced with a sigh.

"Took quite a bit before they broke... didn't they?" Ecstasy gently rubbed the bridge of Argie's snout. He closed his eyes, comfortable at the petting.

"We sure did... Borale," Anguish said with a wink before positioning himself behind the helpless horse. Argent's eyes darted, trying to process what he just heard.

The cum bowl was empty. Ecstasy took it from under him and licked up the excess cum.

"Now for the third part..." Anguish said, pushing the dripping wet head of his cock into Argent's ass, spreading Argent's still tight anus to accommodate the stallion's girth. A grunt escaped his clenched teeth as the wet stallionhood slipped in and out of his ass. The pain was dulled by the sensations that sent shock-waves through his bodies and made his cock harden in it's cage. By now, Argent's balls were swollen with cum he wished he could release... 

Anguish rammed his cock down to the remedial ring, giving his slave a few swats on the ass, making him yelp out. Ecstasy took hold of the sides of Argent's head and started kissing him on the lips, tasting the fresh cum that was in the bowl. Argent tried to pull away, but something in the back of his mind made him melt into the kiss. 

"Ahhh! Argent, your asshole... it's even better than your mouth... so tight and virginal!" Anguish said, his ball slapping against Argent's now. His fingers dug into argent's toned ass-cheeks, the chains rattling on the bondage rack that held him.

Ecstasy let him kiss down his chest as he slowly rose... rubbing that cock against his lips. 

He kissed at the head, looking up at him. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue in invitation. The cock slid in slowly, the head gliding along the velvety tongue until it was in the back of his hot mouth. With his hands on his cheeks, he gently pumped in contrast to Anguish's merciless hammering

"That's it... return the favor... gain their trust..." he thought. "Take it deep Argent..." he let out groans of pain intermingled with whorish moans of pleasure. The thick cock intruding his helpless asshole was agonizing and he was oddly starting to enjoy it. His eyes looked at Ecstasy pleadingly as he sucked him.

Anguish whinnied as his thick cock spewed his ropey hot cum inside the shuddering hero cop. He held himself there until his balls emptied inside him. Argent's eyes rolled in pleasure before Ecstasy took his cock out. His tongue hung out and his body heaved as he caught his breath. Anguish pulled his flaccid cock out. Cum dripped from his asshole.

"Mmmnnghh... good boy Argent... you earned this." Anguish said as he reached down. There was aloud click and a metal clatter as the cage was released. He grit his teeth as the metal ring at the base of his cock was slid off. His hard, throbbing cock flopped against the wrack.

"Ecstasy, help me tie him.... good boy position." he said.

A few minutes later....

The door closed leaving Argent bound and gagged in a cage with some latex pillows behind him.. His hooves had been spread with a large bar forcing him to sit. A vibrator pleasantly buzzed in his asshole. His mouth held open by a ring gag, and his wrists bound in reach of his hard cock and swollen balls. The rope holding his wrists tied to the bar, allowing only one kind of movement: stroking..

Argent let out muffled moans as he stroked his thick veiny shaft. The shaft was wet... covered in lube. It made loud wet slaps as he stroked faster, rolling his bead back in delight,  After so long in chastity, every stroke felt like paradise.  By the seven stars... the pillows behind him felt so good to sink into as he furiously jacked off.

His dirty mind wandered to the most depraved, delicious things he could think of. Tied up male strippers. Himself tied up and used. Forced into mare's clothing... he imagined himself turned into a mare getting fucked by a stronger man. Pinned down as they slammed their cocks right into his ass. His hooves shook, his back tingled as the pleasure built... 

His let out a loud whinny as his cock exploded with weeks of pent up cum. It covered his body and landed in his forced open mouth. He lapped and swallowed what landed in his mouth before falling asleep.

clank clank clank!

Argent was awoken by the sound of metal rasping on metal. He blinked the sleep away and looked up to see Anguish and Ecstasy standing over his cage... completely naked this time.  Argent hoped that one of them would stick their cock through the bars to give him his breakfast. He sniffed at the bars, taking in his captors faint musk.

"It's time to wash up, you dirty boy. We're going out." Ecstasy said, unlocking the cage and untying Argent.

 Before he could rub his wrists, he found them bound again. He was lead out of the cage on a leash to a rather large bath. It was the kind seen in old imperial ruins overseas. Huge groups of people could bathe here. Unlike the old dusty imperial baths, this was a swanky place. The bath was filled with a giant cloud of bubbles and the place was lit u[p by warm neon lights.

His naked captors slowly stepped into the waters, leading him into them. They were warm, soothing waters. The soft bubbles felt nice on his naked shaft. He felt ecstasy run a soapy cloth over his manhood as Anguish rubbed fancy bath oils into his fur. His hands held above his head. He nuzzled Anguish's snout as he leaned over his shoulder and let out a soft moan for ecstasy as he washed his balls.

"This will convince 'em... yeah..." he thought...

"... to fuck me harder..." a dirty thought in the back of his mind told him. Ecstasy's hands slid up his inner thighs to rub more of the soapy oils into his fur.

After the thorough cleaning, Argent was taken to a dressing room. The first piece of clothing put on Argent was a tight black leather collar, adorned with metal studs, rings, and a peculiar symbol... <describe symbol later> Argent saw these symbols before on girls rescued from the cult. The symbol meant slave. Argent was weirdly okay with this...

More leather.... this time across his chest and biceps. There were twp wide straps going across his chest, flanking a metal ring. Belts looped around his shoulders, connecting to his collar by more belts. The straps were so tight they dug into his fur.

A pair of shiny latex underwear slid up from his hooves to his waste. There was a large zipper running down the front like a pair of jeans. They were accompanied by another belt around his waist, adorned with studs and rings, just like his collar.

Strong leather hoof boots were slid on, rising almost halfway to his knees. Metal rings hung of the ankle cuffs built into them.

Lastly some arm bands were put on his biceps. these too had rings and studs.

They tied his hands above his head to a stripper pole in front of a mirror so he could see himself. The great Argent Starseeker; a slave. A sexy, helpless piece of fuckmeat. All the while Anguish and Ecstasy dressed themselves in their usual gimp suits. Once they had finished, they tied his hands behind his back and lead him on a leash to a parking garage.

There he saw a familiar sight... an 8700 Gallant. His car... but this one was painted black. The windows had been tinted, and the license plates had been replaced. Once they had said "QU1KSLVR" but now they said "T8NT3D1." A stallion in a black suit opened the side door with that familiar hiss, ushering the three into the back seat as he pushed the passenger seat forward.

It was a tight fit... the seats were made of  leather this time. He sat in the middle of his captors who teasingly touched him throughout the trip to... what looked like the steppes. They had tinted the windows so much that the outside were like mirrors. Nobody would see him. Especially in the broad daylight outside.

"You might see some familiar faces at this party, Argie." Anguish said, teasing one of his nipples. "Plenty, actually, a whole gathering of the enlightened."

The car passed through the gates of a mansion. He recognized this place. It had belonged to the governor herself! It was a palace. Must have had twenty some odd rooms. There was a pool in the back. Guards everywhere in business suits, huge trees out in the lawn.... the car stopped in back, and the two lead Argent out, through the side door into a crowded ballroom.

Argent's jaw slacked in fear as he saw just how many of the "enlightened" there were, and WHO he recognized among them. Half the Starwave Police Department, members of the press (obviously without cameras), members of city council, even some adventurers. This place was packed and everywhere he turned his head, he'd see someone he could instantly recognize. Drinking, fucking, or perversely cutting themselves.

It was like a nightmare. How would he bring all this down... how COULD he bring all this down? No, it wasn't possible. Argent felt a great weight pull his soul into the depths of sadness and despair and he hung his head, defeated. He followed his captors through the crowd, having some heads turn and jeer him.

"How the mighty have fallen, eh, Argent!?" bellowed out a familiar stallion. He was nothing but a meter maid, no wonder he wound up in this demon cult.

Occasionally he'd take a swat on the ass making him barely wince.

"Why so glum, Argie? It's a party, not a funeral! Well... not yet... " Ecstasy quipped, rubbing his ass. "Go mingle with the crowd." he finished.

As he said that, a stallion wrapped his arms around him and stuck his hands down his leather briefs, pulling his cock out. Argent didn't fight it... why bother? It would take a miracle to bring all this down.

The stallion kissed at Argent's neck. "I saw you on the tape. Dirty, filthy little thing you are..." the spotted stallion growled.

The tapes... how did this guy get the tapes?

"H-howw did you get the tapes?" Argent asked as he felt his briefs being pulled down.

"Your masters sent me a copy, sent all of us copies..." the stallion pressed  the flared head of his penis against Argent's anus as he ran his fingers through his mane, getting a good grip.

These fucking idiots... they made copies of the rape tapes... and freely gave them out to members of this cult... Argent's eyes darted around as he tried to process just what the fuck they were thinking! This could bring down such a huge chunk of the cult. There would be investigations and indictments up the ass!

that thought was interrupted by something going up his ass. The stallion's cock, stretching his hole, making him groan out in delight. A few other stallions gathered around. Members of the force, Argent recognized each of them and never suspected any of them of being tainted. Each of them pulled out their cocks, stroking them in plain view.

They each took turns slapping him with their cocks, facefucking him, or taunting him.

"Not so much better than us now, are ya, Argent Cockseeker?"

"What a slut, he loves this!"

"Take it, fuckmeat!"

"Gonna cry, broken hero?"

Argent was always a very proud stallion. Being bound and tormented like this hurt more than any gunshot, stab wound, fireball, icicle, thunder bolt or other such things. But the back of hi s mind was the worst offender... that former flame of good and purity would not stop confirming everything. "yeah, some hero you are, Argie. What kind of hero lets this happen to them? You should just give up. Syni is probably dead by now, or worse..."

Argent closed his eyes as he took the abuse. The ramming in his ass, the slaps to his sore face, the taste of strangers cum in his muzzle... this is how it was meant to be, wasn't it? The good die young, if they're lucky. Eventually they'd all end up like him. How deep does this corruption go? Was anyone even looking for him?

A swat to his ass snapped him out of his morbid thinking. Inflamed by lust, he started sucking the cocks shoved in his mouth, savoring the musk. If this is how it was going to be, fine! He surrendered. He was Argent Cocksucker now. He demanded another cock slap after each. Ground his ass against the thick one in his rear. 

Throughout the party they retied him and fucked him in so many different ways. They suspended him from the ceiling as they made him suck cock. They tied him to another slave to make them kiss and frot. They spread his legs and laid him on his back so they could fuck him in the ass and see his face. They made him get on his knees so they could cum all over his face. They bound him standing up so they could whip him.

By the time the sun had set outside, Argent was a stinking, cum covered, cum leaking, panting, sweating, blushing  mess.  His fur was covered in obscene body writing and carnomancer lust runes. His ass was red and sore and there were whip marks all over his back. Ecstasy stepped around him with the camera.

"Mmm.... did you have fun?" he asked, rubbing Argent's chin... prompting a slow nod.

"Now's the time Argent... tell them!" whispered a synapse in his mind.

"I... give up... there's no stopping any of you..." Argent said.

Anguish stooped down to hear and raise a hand to his ear, a wide toothy grin on his lips. "What was that~?"

Argent lowered his head. "I quit... I surrender... this is what I was meant to be." he said, eyes closed.

Ecstasy hugged the dirty stallion. "ARGENT STARSEEKER HAS BEEN BROKEN!!!" he declared. The entire room erupted in mocking laughter and and applause.

The laughter cut him deeply... he was humiliated, and he loved it. He was starting to like pain. The day went on, Argent took more ass poundings, marked with more carnomancy runes, had more graffiti scrawled on him. Eventually he collapsed from exhaustion.

Many days later...

In his dream he saw Syni hang off the edge of a cliff. At the bottom was a great void. He was bound to a stake, unable to help his friend. A copy of him walked into view, looking just as he did at the party. He stared him in the eye as he put a boot to her face and shoved her off the side. The scream of his friend fading into the distance as his doppelganger crumbled into dust.

When he came to, he found himself tied up in shibari ropes in a red feather-bed... Anguish and Ecstasy beside him, teasing his exposed fur.

"Hi Argie... had some nightmares after you passed out at the party?" Ecstasy asked, giving Argent's balls a gentle massage, relaxing the fallen cop.

"We know your transition is going to be difficult, but I can tell you it gets easier..." Anguish reassured him, hands on his shoulder.

"How do you go from being a hero to... this... and not drink bleach?" he asked.

"well for starters... you get some closure... " anguish held up a remote and turned on the large television screen. There was Syni, bound in her underwear, to a chair, struggling to get out. The tapes showed her getting raped at fancy balls just like the one he was at that day.  She was being forced to eat out the mare holding the camera, titfuck men, take it in the ass, and other unspeakable things. Argent couldn't look away.

"Syni is the governor's own toy now... She is, after all, the one holding  the camera."

Of course it was her. That voice was very distinctive.

"I'm sorry, Syni..." Argent whispered, voice cracking, tear rolling down his cheek. The two gimps lapping up his tears.

"mmm... now he understands..."

As the tape rolled on, seeing Syni bound and fucked made Argent's cock slowly harden, prompting Ecstasy to lick it. Getting that cock nice and wet so he could straddle it, pressing Argent's cock against his ass.

Argent wanted to rape this fucking thing... Ecstasy could see it in his eyes, the pent up frustration...

"Oooh! Anguish! Look at him! He wants to punish something...."

"Untie me... so I can fucking rape you." Argent growled. Anguish leaned down to untie the shibari ropes, once he was free, without any warning, he pinned the gimp to the bed and plunged his thick cock into his tight warm hole. Tying his hands and pulling on his hair as his hips slammed mercilessly against his ass. Those cheeks helping to milk his shaft. 

Argent cared nothing for Ecstasy's safety. These two wanted to make him into a monster, they got it. A fallen champion of light, now a sex fiend with a badge and a gun. Ecstasy's cries were indistinguishable from pleasure or absolute agony. All the while Anguish stroked his penis to the sight.

"This what you wanted!? Huh!?" he yelled through his clenched teeth, his cock twitching inside his victim's rectum. His balls slapped against his leather clad sack. The pounding went deeper as Argent took our his frustration, his fury, and his lust. All the while Ecstasy screamed for more 

Anguish stroked his own rock hard shaft with both hands as he watched his partner get mercilessly rammed. Seeing Ecstasy get fucked was one thing, but to see Argent finally broken, to see him throw his morality and sanity away like a used condom... there were no words to describe. It was the hottest thing ever! The knight in shining armor stripping off those gaudy plates and putting on a nice tight harness and ballgag.

"Oh Argent... hurt him more!" he growled.

Hurt him!? Gladly. He tugged the gimp's hair hard enough to nearly pull it out of his scalp. He slapped him on the ass like it was a mouthy bitch. His insides fir his girth like a tight glove. This was a hatefuck. He hated everything they stood for, he hated their despicable cult, but... he loved what they did to him...

... anyone could've done this to him...

A faint whisper in his mind heard through the lusty thoughts... "Snap his neck, take the tape..."

... and do what with it? He didn't even know where Syni was being held. There was just a warehouse. That could have been anywhere. No. Just give up. Syni was gone. he was sure of it. He clenched his eyes closed and let a tear run as his pulsating cock made his victim squeal like a bitch.

Anguish wailed as he let his thick ropey cumshot land on Argent's muzzle. He reached up to wipe his face and lick the load off his hand and swat the bare gimp ass with it, making him shiver before digging his fingertips into it, gritting his teeth as his orgasm built. Finally he flooded Ecstasy's insides with his own seed and collapsed on top of him, spent.

Argent awoke in his gilded cage. Hands in gentle gold shackles, feet in ankle bracelets. He was naked, his balls resting against the silken sheets that lined the bottom. He had been ballgagged.

The door to the dungeon opened with a rusty squeak,  Anguish opened the cage to put Argent's collar back on with a leash attached.

"Ready to hit the clubs, Argie?" he asked, tightening the collar. Argent could only nod.

"Good... now, put this on~" he said blindfolding him with a soft black silk blindfold.

 He felt himself be forcibly dressed in his leathers, herded into his own car... the movements of the car. He heard what sounded like... a recording... a recording of Argent himself being fucked. All throughout he felt hands rubbing his body, teasing his bulge, and petting his muzzle.

Argent was relaxed through the whole thing. he was starting to enjoy being a sex slave now that he had given up. He let out soft moans into his ballgag, coating it with drool.

Finally the car stopped, and Argent was lead through a cold place that echoed his footsteps. Irritating buzzes emanated from fluorescent lighting. Finally he heard a door open and heard... a beat.... another door opened and the music was clear. The blindfold was removed, and he saw himself standing in what could only be described as a great strip club, lit up with lurid red lights.

The dancers were all men, some wearing demon slave collars just like him, but all of them smiling and loving what they did. Some were tied up to their own stripper poles and forced to dance. Others were fucking or sucking the guests. The barmaids were men in tight bondage gear with trays of liquor strapped to them, winking at Argent or shaking their ass as they passed him.

Argent felt his hands tied up in leather behind him. He was lead away by the leash to a VIP room. The VIP room was all red. Both from the lights, and the sheets, and the color of the couches. Who should be sitting on one of those couches but Janus himself. He grinned mischievously when he saw Argent. Argent gave him a submissive look, bowing his head and looking up at the unicorn.

Janus took the cigar from his muzzle and took the leash from anguish, pulling Argent to his knees in front of him. he gave his chin a gentle pleasant scratch that made him close his eyes and flutter his ears. He yanked the gag out, allowing him to take deep breaths.

"I told you, Argent... you can't fight fate... how's those Seven Stars doing for ya?" Janus said, giving a gentle slap to the face.

How were they doing for him? Did they just fuck off in the age of demons to let the rest of the world fend for itself? How many worshipers of the seven stars did he know that had great lives? None.... they let him rot here. They gave him over to the worshipers of demons. For what? To be a Martyr? Fuck that...

"Fuck the seven stars..." he growled.

Janus laughed obnoxiously and clapped. "That a boy, Argent! Demons got way more to offer!" he said, rubbing Argent's mane.

Janus' wallet fell out of his pocket... there was a business card that came loose. A peculiar one that had a symbol.... a burning hand gripping a steel construction beam... He knew that symbol, but from where....

Janus picked up the wallet. "Thinking about gettin' paid?" he put the wallet back in his pocket. "Don't bother. Whores get paid. Slaves don't. Now get up and dance for me." Janus said.

Argie stood up slowly and tried to dance... he had never done so before, but he figured some hip swaying and gyrating is what this guy was after, right? Janus scoffed. "You dance like you save your friends, Argent!" Janus  mocked.

Argent fought back the tears. Janus was right, he was useless. His purpose in life was clearly to fuck and suck men stronger than him.

Janus motioned to the bed. His slave stood at the foot only to be pushed on his back and forcibly bent so his hard cock was in his face. His hooves were tied to rings on the wall.

Janus stripped himself naked and climbed into bed with a leather ring gag that he forced in Argent's mouth. His thick stallionhood was shoved into his lips.

Janus smiled wickedly as he looked into his slaves helpless eyes. Argent felt his pucker give way to his hard penis. The push forcing Argent to suck himself. His asshole loosened with each push, and his soft velvety tongue rubbed against his shaft.  Janus leaned over the self sucking stallion, pinning him to the bed as he fucked him. His hot breath breezing across his fur. Argent's shaft was wet with his saliva, glistening in the light.

"Mmggh... mggh..." Argent whimpered.

For what felt like hours. Argent could only look into Janus' eyes, seeing his lust and vindication. Watching his chest heave making his foul cultist necklace swirl with the motions.  Janus might not have been the most well hung stallion, but he still made it hurt.

Argent's cock pulsed in his mouth, smearing his tongue with precum.  Janus' fingers dug into his fur as his balls slapped against his helpless body.

"Take it, Argent!" Janus yelled, echoing in the room as his dick pulsated inside Argent's asshole.

Argent's head twisted around his shaft, His body burned with delight. Janus leaned over the dirty slave and started pumping faster, miking his cock with his clenched anus.

Argent shuddered cock pumped loads of stallion semen into his mouth. Argent had never tasted his own cum before, but there was no reason to complain. The creamy, salty ropes of cum filled every inch of his mouth. forcing him to swallow all of it. 

Janus threw his head back and groaned out as his own balls emptied inside his slave. Argent let out a soft moan as his asshole was filled with warm cum...

"Good slave... want more?" Janus asked.

He pulled the thick cock out of his muzzle and let him cough up cum, catching his breath. He took the ring gag off to let him speak.

"Fuck yes..." Argent growled.

Janus put a collar and leash around his neck and untied him. He pulled him to his hooves and lead him downstairs into the club... everyone could see him. This made the governor party look like one of those flashy telethons. He was completely naked, chest covered in cum, panting, blushing, and couldn't walk properly with his legs trembling. 

A neon sign next to the sequin curtain read "Sloppy Seconds." There was more moaning and pleading coming from behind the curtain.. When the curtain was pushed back, Argent could see what was happening inside.

There were maybe six stallions bound, gagged and naked in this room and two free stallions toying with them. Two had slave collars and were trying to resist their fate. There were empty shackles on the wall, harnesses hanging from the ceiling.

Janus tugged Argent's hands behind his back and strapped them together, pulling them tight. He pointed to the floor, motioning him to get on his knees. His soft knees squeaked on the rubber floor mat. He felt Janus' hoof on his back, forcing him to the floor on his belly. Janus grabbed his hooves and bound them in leather cuffs, hooking them to the wrist bindings, The harness from the ceiling found its way around his furry body, binding his biceps to his side.

Argent bit his lip and looked at the other whores getting fucked. A brown stallion shook his head as his master, a golden furred unicorn, tried to shove  his cock in his mouth. He was on his knees, hands tied behind his back.

"Just give up, kid... you can't beat them." Argent said out loud to the slave. He looked over at Argent... just long enough for his master to stick his cock in his mouth.

Janus jammed a ballgag in Argent's mouth and tightened it behind his head. "Speak when spoken to, slut..." Janus commanded.

Janus pulled a chain hoisting his slave up off the ground by the harness. Argent's cock started to harden as he watched the helpless slave in front of him start to twist his head around master's cock. That's it, boy, just give up. 

There was a loud moaning behind him coming from the stallion slave getting rammed in the ass. He wished he could see, but all he could do is imagine... imagine that white stallion bucking his hips against whoever was fucking him...  his cock throbbed. He wanted to masturbate so much... he took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling the smell of men around him.

Another stallion came in through the curtain... a black spotted girly stallion walked in, in nothing but red panties, mare stockings, and a silk tube top. He looked over at Argent and licked his lips. He made his way over to him and paced around him, the tips of his fingers sliding through his fur, teasing him.

He felt two hands slide around his naked shaft... precum leaked out, prompting the femboy stallion to gasp and slap him on the ass. Argent let out a muffled yelp, a tendril of drool escaping the sides of the ballgag.

The femboy looked down at Argent's ass, still filled with Janus' cum. "Mmmm.... that must have been a fun stallion..." he said in a soft effeminate voice.

"It was... so much..." he thought.

The girly stallion stood in front of him. His black cock and balls standing erect. His panties were in his hand... and were now being rubbed against his snout. Argent sniffed hungrily. The musk driving him wild...  he nudged his muzzle against his cock, making him giggle... he kissed his way up to the head before the femboy forced his flared dick into his muzzle. Argent sucked hungrily, looking into the femboy's green eyes. he looked back with a smile as he held his head and forced his head deeper inside. The femboys movements were very forcible, but almost rhythmic as his hips twisted with each thrust.

The smell of musk and perfume made Argent's penis throb... he was so pent up now, wishing he could masturbate. he looked up at the femboy with pleading eyes and he looked back... he nodded slowly with a wicked grin and gently pulled his dick out of Argent's mouth. The femboy grabbed a slave, bound on his knees. He was golden furred with a chestnut mane. He shook his head as the femboy forced his lips onto Argent's cock.

Argent rocked his hips as much as he could, keeping his cock in his muzzle until he stopped struggling and started sucking. He stuck his thick cock back in Argent's mouth and continued fucking his mouth, coating his tongue with precum.

Argent quivered as his cock exploded in the slaves mouth, flooding it with his cum, making him cough and gag after he got the flaccid cock out of his mouth. 

The girlyboy's cock started pulsing in Argent's maw... he closed his eyes as he waited for his treat...

Only for him to pull out and shoot his ropey loads on his face. Argent felt denied, humiliated... and right.

He gave Argent a long, deep kiss. Their tongues entwined briefly before he pulled away and left his silk panties stuffed in Argent's mouth. He gave him a smile and a wave before walking back into the club... bottomless...

The slave under him licked Argent's cock helplessly as he hung there... however long he had been down there... 

A strong bodied black unicorn pushed the curtain back. Argent instantly recognized him... it was a meter maid from his precinct. His name was Hezul Nimbushoof. A bitter, jealous, pathetic stallion who seemed to get off on making the lives of others a living nightmare. He was naked from the waist down, except for a harness on his chest.  His penis was not very big. Maybe eight inches. That explained quite a few things, really.

He looked over at Argent and walked over. He had a smug smile on his lips as he squeezed Argent's ass. He cooed  into the wadded panties shoved into his muzzle...

"Argiiieee.... how did you end up like this?" he mocked.

Argent's body burned at the taunts.

"You used to be such a big shot, thought you were better than everyone on the force..." he tugged Argent's ballsack making the helpless unicorn grunt out in pain.

"Now you're sloppy seconds for a demon cult..." he said. Without warning, he gave a nice firm swat to his balls, making him groan in agony. Clenching his eyes shut from the pain.

"and now you're my bitch..." he said, tugging the panties free from Argent's mouth.

"You're still a fucking meter maid..." Argent growled, eliciting another firm, harder swat to the balls. Argent's cry of anguish echoed through the whole room.  The slave underneath him still sucking. None of this was his business. He just wanted Argent to cum...

Hezul kicked the slave away and  hogtied him, making him look at the cock he was sucking earlier.

"I'm not a meter maid now, am I? Do you see a ticket-pad?" he asked, squeezing Argent's balls as hard as he could. It stung, but his grip was weaker than his slaps....

"I see what I always saw..." argent growled. "A little bitch on a power trip."

Hezul lowered him closer to the ground. At this height Argent's hard cock was pressed uncomfortably against the floor. The demon worshiping meter maid stormed out of the room.

Argent looked over at the cock hungry slave who had rolled over on his side showing his sexy slim body.

"I'm sorry..." Argent whispered..

Hezul came back with what looked like a belt. He smacked it against his hand hoping to intimidate the legendary Argent Starseeker with it's sound. In his career he had heard everything from explosions to gunshots. He'd been shot, stabbed, beaten , burned, frozen, electrocuted, and other unimaginable things before.

"Oh a belt, I'm sooo scared, Hez!" Argent taunted.

Argent may have given up hope of escape, he may have sacrificed his dignity. But there was one thing Argent would never give up on: being better than this tiny cocked meter maid.

Hezul struck the belt right across Argent's helpless taint, winging his balls. He shuddered and grunted through gritted teeth. The pain was quite new to him. He had never taken anything other than a foot to his sack.

"Beg me to stop. Argie..." Hezul said pacing behind him, swinging the belt back across his ass, making sure the balls were hit too. All argent gave were pained growls through clenched teeth. This went on... an on... and on... until Argent's ass was red with whip scars.

"S-stop..." Argent yelped.

Hezul stepped closer, stroking his stallion shaft, craning his head to hear. "What was that... Argie?"

"I'm begging you... this is embarrassing..." Argent said turning his head to Hezul... "... it's like... watching a Red Rot patient trying to hurt a bodybuilder!"

Hezul threw the belt down, clenching his fists as he pulled back for a punch.

"Mr. Nimbushoof." said Janus from the curtain. "I'll thank you not to break my cocksleeve's jaw."

Hezul looked back at Argent and spat in his eye before turning his attention to the horrified slave on the floor. Janus slipped a collar and leash on Argent before letting him out of the harness. He quivered on all fours, his body was suddenly relieved of the tight bindings.

"Yeah, Hezul... respect your betters..." Argent taunted with a wide smile.

Hezul trembled with rage. He pointed at Argent, opening his mouth but unable to say anything. Argent snorted. Hezul couldn't say shit to his better's fucktoy. Janus tugged the leash, leading Argent away. Argent crawled behind him on all fours through the crowded club. Every eye was on him as he passed. He took a few swats to his ass. 

Argent was ushered into a limo. He sat right next to his new master, Janus, leaning on him.

"I got good news, Argie... I bought you at a silent auction." Janus said rubbing Argent's tough chest fur. Blood rushed to Argent's penis as he heard those words. He was a slave now... for a rich sexy stallion.  Janus looked down at the hardening cock and smirked.

"You're welcome. I hope you like silk and leather..." Janus murmured into argent's ear.

At the penthouse Argent was given a rough cleanse, outside and inside. He found himself in leather cuffs, red silk man panties, and a tight red collar.

That night master Janus bound Argent on his hands and knees. He was forcibly facing a sizable television screen built into the wall. Tax dollars at work - giving demon worshipers giant TVs for their snuff films....

Janus walked out of the bathroom completely naked and erect. He picked up a VHS tape off the coffee table. The tape was in a crude paper package that crinkled loudly as he opened it.

"There's a new Syni tape. Thought you'd like it." he said, popping the tape into a wall mounted VCR under the screen. He pressed the power button and after a few seconds, the screen was lighting up the room with bright red. Artifacts danced at the bottom of the screen as Janus climbed behind his new slave.

Argent watched as the tape began with the simple text "Syni Silvermane #46"

Forty six.... that number sank Argent's heart, further than he thought possible. He failed her. Forty six times she endured these... he hung his head, tears streaming from his eyes. For the first time in.. well... some time... he sobbed. Janus stopped lubing his penis long enough to notice.

"Aww... poor Argent... you wanted to save her didn't you?" he asked. Argent nodded slowly.

".. it'd be cruel of me to make you watch, wouldn't it?" he followed up with no answer... He was silent ...

... then he reached out and grabbed Argent's long light blue hair, pulling his hair so his head faces the screen. "Tough shit, Cockseeker! You watch! You watch as I fuck you!" Janus yelled, jamming the thick cock in his asshole as dark synthwave music played over video of Syni bound and fucked. 

Argent cried out in pain, sadness, and ecstasy. All he could do was watch Syni, bound in a warehouse with two tight nipple clamps on her, weeping as they were slowly tugged. Janus' balls slapped against his.

"I fucking TOLD you, Argent!" Janus yelled at the top of his lungs, his cock mercilessly hammering. "I TOLD you dumb cops fight the cult! Look at you now! Look at HER now! You're fucking slaves! You're both FUCKING slaves!"

Argent felt a chill of sadness wash over him even as his orgasm rose. His own hard cock pumping ropes of cum onto the sheets. But Janus just would not let up, he made Argent watch. But then he saw it...

The symbol he saw before... it was a flaming hand holding a steel girder... and Argent knew exactly where it was!

That was Atar Flamefinger's Arcane Welding Ltd over on Great Forge! There's only one building across from it and it had been empty for decades! Of course... All Argent had to do was escape, rescue Syni, and blow this whole thing wide open!

Argent's crying stopped, and now he was just moaning, bucking his hips into his master like nothing was wrong... all he could do was fuck and watch Syni... and remember the faces of everyone who was doing this.

... he recognized quite a few... suddenly Janus threw his head back and groaned as he flooded Argent's insides with cum. He pulled out , letting cum leak from his asshole down his balls, along his shaft, onto the sheets.

Janus reached down to untie Argent, and pull the broken hero into his lap... rubbing that cum soaked shaft across his lips... Argent reached up and stroked the shaft into his mouth as Janus relaxed, roughly rustling his hair... "That's it... just keep it up, I'm broken... nothing to fear..." he thought. His eyes looked around the room... to the nightstand....

The alarm clock read 10:57pm... it was one of those hefty alarm clocks made of plastic with those wooden trims. Argent knew from experience that those things were heavy. He had owned one and it wasn't the alarm that woke him up, it was the loud "BANG" it made when he unconsciously threw it against the wall.

Janus' head lolled to the side in pleasure... just enough to not notice Argent unhook the alarm-clock's power cable and swiftly slam it against the side of his head, knocking him unconscious. Blood dripping from his snout. Argent stood up, catching his breath... he rummaged through the nightstand, retrieving a rope and a ballgag. He tightly bound the stallion in a fetal position in the middle of the bed.

He rummaged through the drawer looking for anything he could use as a weapon... a .45 caliber pistol with a box of ammunition... he rummaged through Janus' clothes, slipping into some blood red silk. He checked the magazine to ensure it was loaded... All twenty four rounds.. good...

He rummaged through the night stand... keys... with a small key-chain with buttons... car keys, excellent... Janus stirred from his unconsciousness... so Argent brained him with the butt of the pistol. Maybe that killed him, Argent didn't give a fuck at this point. He would gladly go to prison for life if it meant destroying the cult's influence throughout Starwave Metropolis, or maybe even the entire region.

... he gave Janus another good blow just to be sure. If Janus was lucky, that would kill him.

Argent stepped into the bathroom to grab a bottle of mouthwash, dumping the whole bottle in his mouth, gargling, and spitting days, or weeks, of cumtaste out of his mouth. He quietly opened the door and looked for both guards. There were two at the end of the hall... and a KRAG 467 hanging above the fireplace...

The KRAG was a beautiful assault rifle, named after the the northern hero Kraggonak. This one looked custom made. The strange blue twinkle across it's surface in the moonlight suggested it was star steel. It had an extended magazine, a recoil reducing stock studded with rhinestones or diamonds, and... yes! Glow sights!

He ducked back into the room, picking up an empty whiskey bottle and smashing it against the floor hoping the noise would bring them to investigate... no luck...

"I gotta go take a leak." one of them said.

Argent waited for the guard to come by and then pistol whipped the top of his skull and dragged the body into the room, tying him up with the ropes that were holding him earlier... and giving Janus another blow to the head just to make sure. Janus may have been dead, but fuck it. He wouldn't be needed.

Argent crept through the living room to grab the magnificent weapon hanging above the fireplace. The Mardrommar Spider-silk strap held the weapon snugly over his right shoulder... now to deal with the other guard... Argent sighed silently as he realized that this one would have to die. He could not risk them freeing the other two... 

He slipped into the kitchen grabbing a large steak knife, and letting out a sharp whistle to get his attention. The guard's hoof-steps thudded on the carpet before they were heard on the tile. He reached out to turn on the light, to be greeted with Argent Starseeker, holding a knife, looking apologetic.

The brown furred, white-spotted unicorn guard's face showed a great terror. The kind of terror one would have meeting an angel of vengeance that had come for them, blazing sword drawn and pointed inches from their face.

"I didn't see a fucking thing! Mr. Starseeker!" the guard said, hands up, backing off. Argent grabbed the guard by the collar and held the knife to his throat.

"I'm going to make sure... you're leaving this building with me... ." Argent sneered, eye twitching, marching the guard to the door.

"S-sure thing! Just be cool... just be cool..." the guard muttered over and over as he brought him to the elevator.

"... you got kids?" Argent asked.

"... I got a little girl... she's needs her fath-" he said

"... good." Argent said, relieved.

The elevator doors opened to the parking lot. He threw the knife away and rummaged through the guards pockets. Taking his pistol and ivory handled switchblade, and his cellphone. A rather large plastic brick of a thing.

"Call your family, tell them you're gonna be late..." Argent said, handing him the phone.

As the guard, with shaking hands, spoke to his family with a wavering, frightening voice, Argent pressed the panic button on the key-chain. There were three beeps coming from a sleek black car... he instantly recognized it... it was HIS car... Argent shook his head as he thought of just how expensive it was to get that "Glorious Silver" paint job. A whole month's salary... 

Argent grabbed the phone from the guard. "He'll see you later tonight. Have a lovely evening." Argent said, hanging up the phone and smashing it on the pavement. He grabbed the guard by the back of the collar and dragged him over to the car.

"Seven Stars! Avariya! Old ones! Ancestors! Anyone! Please don't let me die like this!" the guard whimpered.

"You're not going to die. You're just coming with me for a bit. Now get in the car!" Argent said, shoving him toward the passenger. The doors opened with a hiss. The stallion looked grimly at the interior of the car, then back at Argent.

"Time is wasting! Get in the car, right now!" he said to the catatonic guard.

No answer.

"I SAID GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, RIGHT NOW!" Argent yelled, pulling the pistol on the stallion, who was trembling with fear and let out a loud terrified whimper that reverberated through the empty parking lot. 

He looked at his reflection in the neighboring van window, back at the guard, then at the pistol in his hand and sighed. He lowered his weapon and stepped over to the shaking, horrified guard.

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm a little on edge. A friend of mine is in danger, and I just... can't take any chances... I'm so close to saving her." he walked over to the guard, still catatonic, now sniveling. Argent began wondering how he ended up with this job anyway.

He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I promise, I won't hurt you. You're going to see your family again. You'll make them Brighthoof Pancakes in the morning... now please... get in the car..." Argent said, trying to console the frightened stallion calmed down. 

With a shaky hand, he took hold of the roof of the car and slowly sat in the car, buckling his seat-belt. He muttered prayers to whatever god would hear him. Argent sat in the drivers eat and turned on the ignition.

Through the drive the stallion calmed down. Argent explained everything that had happened, and the guard, named Eli, vowed to find another job. He would never again work for demon worshipers... He let him out at a bus stop, then drove onward to his mission...

Argent sighed to himself. What had he become earlier? A few weeks ago, days ago? He was the nicest guy in Starwave Metropolis, now here he was pulling guns and screaming like some punk downtown that he would normally throw a fireball at. Maybe it was this whole ordeal. Maybe he was getting corrupted? He felt a rage brewing inside him now. It had been lying dormant, seemingly dying when he submitted to the demon worshipers... but now it was back, and it burned brightly.

The abandoned building was in sight... it was a run down, decrepit complex. Once it might have been a warehouse or some such. It had a large building in the corner, a high wall around the perimeter, and a smaller building in the corner... Many of the windows were boarded up or smashed. The walls covered in graffiti and erosion. There were no lights, save that of the moon.

Argent shut the car off and watched for movement... he rolled down the passenger side window and looked at the complex... there was movement! Shadows and figures were seen moving among the windows... on the highest floor he could make out the silhouette of a mare with her arms above her head... Syni!

"I'm coming Syni." Argent whispered, slinging the rifle off his shoulder, he took the magazine out to ensure it was loaded...

... sure enough there were the 7.62mm rounds, ready to go. They were silver tipped, meaning incendiary and armor piercing... Dandy. "

Thanks, Janus." he thought. 

With a loud click he loaded it back into the gun and locked it in place. The doors opened with a hiss and Argent ran toward the larger building. He slowly opened the door, peaking in, he saw a robed figure standing in the corner.

"Don't move! Starwave Police!" Argent shouted.

The robed figure revealed himself to be a male rat with a long, machete like sacrificial dagger. He let out an ear piercing scream and lunged at him. Without a moment of hesitation, Argent squeezed the trigger. There was loud, bright burst fire and the robed figure's head decorated the wall behind him. There were more footsteps coming toward him.

What ensued was a horrific firefight through the once dimly lit corridors of the derelict warehouse, now illuminated by the incendiary flashes and faint flickering fires that burned in the gaping bullet holes. Cultists of all races, wielding blood stained daggers, and yes, some weapons, hurled themselves at Argent has he spat lead, magical incantations, and curses at them. It was as though Argent was possessed. He stepped over carpets of smoking corpses. When the rifle ran dry, he clubbed any that dared get close enough before drawing two pistols. Everything was a furious blur to him.

When the ammo ran out, Argent began flinging every spell he know. Fire, lighting, ice, and energy. The sorcerous flames rose high, threatening to burn everything in this wretched place to cinders! He did not know how many demon worshipers he killed, he did not count them. He just killed. Killed for Starwave. For Syni. For retribution. 

Finally he came to the final door, and with a mighty kick, it flew off it's hinges... 

There, bound and naked was Syni Silvermane. Tight clamps were digging into her nipples, and her body had been covered with Carnomancer runes. She was not moving... Argent ran up to check her pulse... she was unconscious... but still alive! He reached up to untie her wrists, undo the nipple clamps, and untie her hooves. Hoisting her over his shoulder, he carried her out quickly and put her in the passenger seat.

Argent got in the driver seat and quickly turned the ignition, with screeching tires he took off through the late night, neon streets of Starwave Metropolis. He had to get Syni somewhere safe... maybe a hospital... or that co-host of hers. Could he trust anyone knowing the cult was so wide spread? No... he had to get her out of here... far away. He pulled onto the highway and drove. Where he would go, he was uncertain, but as long as Syni was alive, and he was alive, and they were both free, the cult was in deep shit.

The sun had risen, Argent had pulled over to some abandoned ancient tower a ways off the road. Hiding the car under foliage... with Syni in his arms, he tiredly staggered into the tower, laying her on an old fallen brick. He fell to his knees, slumped over the slab... waiting for her to regain consciousness...

Syni moaned as she stirred. Argent perked up, a smile returning to his face... she looked over at the face of her friend and smiled warmly...

"Argent... you saved me..."

The end

--------------------WARNING--------------------------------
If you want the story to end "happily ever after," stop reading here. Syni and Argent will flee the island, then eventually resurface to blow the lid off their disappearance. Arrests will be made, bleach will be swallowed, souls will be saved, machinations will be ruined, and many parts of this cult will just implode. Syni and Argent will return to Starwave Metropolis as heroes, immortalized in the city's history, and live happily ever after.

Maybe they'll marry and have three kids and a puppy. Or just live carefree lives in cities purified of demonic taint. Whichever you prefer. But all that will be dust unless you stop right here. What follows will destroy any chance of any of the above happening.

Turn back while there is still time!

Argent helped his friend to her hooves, leading her back to the car.

"We have to get far away from Starwave. Until we can prove to everyone that we're still alive... we might have to lie low for a while and-" Argent said, reaching for his keys.

"And go where?" she asked.

"We'll head for Azure's Cascade. Then we'll disappear into the Everwood. They'll never find us."

"Oh Argent... your plan is as stupid as you are sexy..." she said seductively.

Before Argent could react, he felt the blow of his own pistol against the back of his head and everything went dark.

Argent awoke in the back seat of his own car, stripped naked, bound in tight leather straps and a tight collar around his neck. There were chains binding his feet just enough so he could still watch. Syni was driving. Argent tried to speak but his mouth was forced shut by a bitgag.

"Oh Argent, you were always so... stubborn. The Thrice Fallen can't be stopped. Nor can the cult." Syni said, softly.

The car headed toward Starwave Metropolis.... what the fuck was going on? Argent squirmed in the belts holding him, only making Syni bite her lip at the display.

"Janus was right, you look great like this..." she said.

Argent looked at the rear view mirror with eyes pleading... for answers.... why, Syni? Why did you do this? What did they do to you?

"I tried to fight them too, you know... for weeks... or days... they never told me.... I held out hope." she said, looking at the approaching city. "Until I saw the gala... so many powerful people... how can we take them down, Argent?" she asked.

"And even if we did, would that be the end of it? How deep do they have their roots?" she shrugged. Argent sat back in his bindings, looking down at the floor and his flaccid cock resting on the leather seat.

"And if they can break someone like you, what hope is there for any of us?" the car turned into a very familiar place... the same club he was at yesterday.

"We were always on the losing side, Argent... they showed me things... they showed us things..." Syni said, shutting the ignition off. She hooked a leash to his collar and lead him back into the VIP room where Janus was waiting... his head bandaged, a scowl on his face. Argent trembled with absolute fear.

Janus took a shot of whiskey and dropped the shot glass just short of the table... the blows to the head clearly ruining his motor skills. He sat there in silence, as Syni sat in his lap. 

"You... little... SHIT!"  Janus threw the whiskey bottle right past Argent's head, making him flinch. The bottle shattered.

Argent knew he was going to suffer for his foolish escape. He fell to his knees, looking at him with pleading eyes, murmuring through his gag. Janus tried to stand up, one leg almost buckling before he gained his composure. He struck Argent in the side of the snout with his fist.

"Here I thought you... FINALLY understood!" he pointed just over Argent's head. "I thought... you... got it... you... got... IT!" he repeated himself. If Argent wasn't so horrified, he would feel pity. If he knew this would happen, he would have just strangled him with the cord and been done with it.

The pathetic brain-dead wretch that was once Janus tried to pick up a shot glass, after a few misses, he finally picked one up and poured it into his mouth from over his head. Syni giggled a bit, eliciting surprise from Argent. What did they do to her that changed her so much.

Argent spotted a mark on her inner thigh... the mark of the thrice fallen... he knew what that mark meant. It was given to all the converts. They made her take whatever unholy communion with demons.

... they made her give up her soul.

"You're gonna fucking ... " he paused, pointing in Argent's direction "... learn! You're going to PAY for this!" he pointed at his own bandaged head.

Two men in black robes entered the VIP room, standing beside argent. Their faces hidden in shadows , but their grips on him were painfully tight.

"You're going to the..." Janus stopped to think, he forgot what it had been called.

"Crucible of Corruption." Syni completed the sentence, making Argent's eyes widen and his head shake frantically. 

    Argent knew all about the Crucible of Corruption. It was an equal part torture camp, high security prison, and unholy temple. Nobody knew where it was outside the cult, but the tales he had heard about it during cult cases was horrifying. Unspeakable torments inflicted upon disobedient slaves and stubborn champions. A good, holy, and pure stallion would be sent there and come back a champion of darkness. It was as if they died there, just never stopped moving.

Argent let out frantic pleas through his bit gag to Syni, looking at her with horrified, pleading eyes... she just blew a kiss and gave a cheeky wave as they carried him off, his muffled screams muted by the club's booming music.

Three years later

Syni's hooves tapped loudly on the concrete floor as she walked into the back rooms of the Fixin' Feasts building in the harbor. She applied a purple lipstick to her pursed lips as she looked in a pocket mirror.

 The truck had already arrived, She pulled the handle to the loading bay door to reveal the containers contents. A multitude of cardboard boxes... and a single coffin.

The oblong box was jet back, adorned with a visage of Avariya. But there was one little tiny distinction... the beak was slightly tilted to the left, not pointing straight up, ruining it's symmetry. 

Syni gave the coffin lid a nice sharp kick to open it.

Inside was Argent Starseeker. Lifeless. In his usual jacket with it's rolled up sleeves. His horn was adorned with thick rings... three of them... all silver, with red gemstones. He looked so peaceful laying there in the purple upholstery, she didn't want to wake him...

Oh who was she kidding? She leaned down to kiss the corpse on the lips, wrapping her living, warm, wet tongue against his dead flesh....

... his hands reached up and dug his fingers into her back as he pulled her in.

    The old fake death tactic... the boys down at the crucible loved that. You see, after "processing" a mighty hero, they need a way to send them back seemingly unnoticed. You can't exactly book a luxury cruise from the crucible back home, no no no: they need to ensure that if you are found by law enforcement, customs, what have you, they assume you are deceased. Just a corpse in a casket.

They throw you in the morgue, and just before your autopsy, an agent comes and awakens you with the antidote.... if they can be bothered. You would be surprised how many tortured souls in the crucibles break only to come home and be shoved in a crematorium or have the ship sink off the coast.

Argent's kiss became more fevered.  Feeling Syni's supple lips and hot breath was the greatest welcome home present he could ask for. 

Syni gently pulled away from the kiss. "How's school?" she asked coyly, soliciting a morbid chuckle from him.

He tore the sky blue shirt on his chest revealing a brand of the thrice fallen ones spanning from his chest to his belly button. An ugly, blasphemous blemish on his driven white fur. His eyes showed a volatile mixture of unspeakable pain, unfathomable regret, untamable lust, and unimaginable malevolent glee.

"Ooohh~ looks like they taught you a lot... coming to the governer's party tonight? We convinced a few stubborn colleagues of yours to join." she asked.

Argent nodded frantically, salivating.

"After you... ahem deal with my co-host I assume?" she said.

She pulled two pistols and a meat hook from her purse, handing them to Argent as he holstered them both, and took the meat hook in his hand, pricking the tip with his finger, not even flinching.

"Have fun argent!" she said, giving him a wave as he rose from his coffin and walked toward the light.

"Oh Argent... catch..." Syni said, throwing his car keys toward him. He caught them in his hand and stuffed them in his pocket.

On his way out, he was greeted by a familiar face... the bird freak from MoonGlo that stunned him. He tried to get his attention as he walked through the parking garage to his car.

"Argent! Argent Starseeker! Listen to me, this should not have happened, I'm sorry, the timeline is-" he started babbling.

Argent tilted his head at the bird-like mutant babbling about time travel at him. From what he pieced together, this idiot was some kind of time traveler from who knows when. Somewhere far in the future. And somehow getting him sent off to the crucible would help him find his way home.

Argent looked side to side, nodding as if he was actually listening, or gave half a shit what this nutcase was going on about. He motioned to get into the passenger side of his car, still painted black as night, now with a blood red neon underneath.

The two got into the car, but only the owl buckled his seatbelt.

"Listen, I know you got sent to the crucible, you had horrible things happen to you, but now you can expose the crucible to the world and destroy it! With the cult-" he was interrupted.

"Do you think any of your harebrained machinations through?" Argent asked, eyes fixated on the road. His voice was slightly angry and gravelly, with a few cracks.

"Well, no, you see, this isn't the main timeline I come from. You see by -"

"Did you even think this through?" Argent asked.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You paralyze a guy... get him kidnapped... raped for what felt like months... then get him sent off to the infamous crucible of corruption." Argent said, glancing at him briefly.

"Well, I thought tha-"

"... where he is tortured... ruined for life.. and learns the truth... that morality and justice are punchlines to bad jokes... and that everything he has done is for nothing because the demons cannot be stopped...." he says, voice cracking a little as he suppress his weeping.

"Again, I cannot possib-"

"... then you find this stallion... tell him that you are responsible for all of this..." argent reached into his coat.

the bird freak was silent.

"... then you get into his car... alone... with him..." he stopped at a yellow right just as it turned red.

"Argent, please, listen to me, I didn't ask for any of this, I just wanted to go home."

"Then go home." Argent said, motioning with his hand.

"I don't know the way back."

"Let me show you the way home then." Argent said, in a monotone voice.

 In a brief instant, argent pulled his pistol and pulled the trigger, blasting part of the bird's face to mush, pasting the passenger side window with brains. The corpse twitched in the seat as Argent pulled up to his destination... the home of Syni's Co-host...

He got out of his car and walked up to the intercom, pressing the button for Darek's apartment.

"Hey, Darek it's Argent. I have to ask you a few questions...."

"Starseeker? Everyone thought you were dead. You got hauled off by those demon worshipers, you sound a little different."

"Don't worry about it. Buzz me in..." Argent said with a malignant smile across his lips.

"You can trust me... I'm a cop."

The end.