As Twist lies sprawled out in front of you, gasping for breath from your rough little session, you decide that you want to get out of this dank and musty cellar. There's barely any light, no air circulation, and quite honestly it smells like sex and piss.
You reach down and undo her bonds, first her back hooves and then her front. She curls up a bit, not having the strength or the courage to try and make a break for it. You stomp one hoof down, and she quickly pulls herself up into a sitting position, cowering underneath you.
"Stand."
She obeys, gathering herself up into an unsteady posture.
"Now, hold still, we're going to get you dressed and then we're going to parade you about town. You like that, you little slut?"
Twist nods, choking back her tears.
"I knew you would."
You reach into your saddlebags, pulling out a tight little french maid outfit you had prepared, complete with matching hose and garter belt. She stands before you completely naked, but the addition of a few bits of clothing can make somepony seem so much dirtier.
But first, you take a small kit of make-up, and lay out the supplies in front of her.
"Stop crying, if you smear your make-up I'll beat you when we get back here. Am I clear?"
She nods again, and wipes her tears away with one hoof. You snatch her glasses off with your teeth, and almost tries to take them back, before she remembers you hold the power here.
"B-but I need thothe to thee."
"No you don't, that's why you have a leash. And you'd better not trip and get your dress dirty, slave."
Her hair is pulled back into a bun, and a pink and purple wig is placed over it, giving her a much sluttier fake appearance.
You start work on her face, applying a thick coat of everything. Blush, eyeliner, mascara, purple glitter lipstick, pretty soon she looks like a painted doll. Then you take an open mouth gag from your bag, especially designed to hold her mouth open. Then, you force a small, ribbed dildo down her throat, causing her to gag and moan. When all is finished she has the look of a sex toy.
Then you slip the stockings and garter belt over her flank, giving her a playful slap on the behind as you do. The dress slips over her and the chicken wire in it holds it up so her behind it properly exposed. Then, without warning, you take a pair of sheers to her tail, neatly snipping it off at the bud.
She gasps, realizing what you've done, but you're not even close to finished. You retrieve your next implement, a string of anal beads, and begin to insert them into her tailhole. She screams and moans through her gag, but eventually she gives up and pants, letting her anus relax for the thirteen beads that you slip into her. The string ends in a nice little buttplug, twice the width of the beads, that has a beautiful fake tail attached to it. You shove it into her ass, getting a jerk and groan from your pet.
The leash is affixed to her neck, and you tug her forward with your hoof. She hobbles forward, barely able to walk with her now packed colon. You tug harder and she picks up her pace. Before leaving, you snatch up your favorite paddle. It's quite a bit of work, this one. It's perforated to reduce wind resistance, and coated in a gritty sandpaper-like substance that burns when it scrapes off into a wound.
You trot merrily into Ponyville, it's about mid day, with your slave right behind you. Some people stare, and others gasp, but your slut disguise has everyone completely unaware that your slave is a kidnapped filly. You even notice a few stallions getting a hard-on from the display.
"Bitch," You tug her leash hard. She quickly trots in front of you and waits, trembling, "Turn around and present yourself to me."
Her brow quivers, but she obeys. Her flank is raised up to your face, and you smirk in delight at her. Her pussy is dripping wet, she must be insanely turned on by all this exhibitionism.
How will you deal with this slut's insatiable lust?