The Mayor's Daughter Author - Erica   Rating -   [ 4.66 actual/455 vote(s) ] Site Rank - 6 of 604 Unique Views - 27302 Story Codes - M/f, nc, XXX, bdsm, bondage, slave, kidnap, torture, hum, susp, breath, shock Post Date - 6/23/2007 PDF Download -

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Author's Note: Before getting to the story, I wanted to right a brief intro for anyone who chooses to read it. First of all, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to check out my work. Secondly, I wanted to give you an idea of what you can expect, since it is quite a commitment to make it all the way through, as those of you who read my first story now surely know. That first story, ‘Erica’s Capture’, got some mixed reviews, primarily because we all have different things that we look for in our kink, and some people would have preferred to have it go in a different direction than it did. I thought I’d take a minute to give readers an idea of what they can expect here, in order to avoid disappointment. This will be the story of the abduction of a young girl, and the gradual breaking of her will. It will involve continual restraint and confinement that starts fairly mildly and gradually grows more and more restrictive as she is trained and broken. There will not be a turning of the tables in this story, and our young captive has little or no chance of escape or rescue. If you’re looking for a story with a more positive potential ending, you should check out ‘Erica’s Capture’ if you haven’t already. In short, I will attempt to chronicle the creation of a slave from unwilling cloth (constrained by my limited writing ability and as filtered through my own fantasies and imagination), and I hope that you enjoy the ride.

Chapter One – The Traffic Stop

Jessica swore and moved her sandaled foot from accelerator to brake as the telltale blue and white flashing lights appeared in her rear view mirror. She was already running late, and knew that this would set her even further behind. She paused to fix her hair a little in the mirror and practice her most innocent expression as her tires rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the road. She saw the cruiser come to a halt behind her, and watched its door open as she put her car into park and turned off the engine. A tall officer, dressed in the distinctive uniform of the highway patrol, stepped from the car and approached the driver’s door. She rolled down the window as he reached her.

“License and registration, ma’am.” He spoke brusquely, and she hastened to gather them from the glove box and her purse.

“Here you go, sir.” She smiled up at him as she handed him the requested documents, her eyes wide and innocent, tucking a strand of blond hair back behind her ear.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” The officer asked, his cold grey eyes meeting hers unblinkingly.

“I guess I was speeding?”

“You guess right.”

“I’m sorry.” She pouted slightly as she spoke, trying her best to get herself out of yet another ticket that her father would not want to pay. “I’m just on my way to meet some friends for my birthday, and I was a little excited.”

“I see. Turning nineteen today it says here.” The officer’s stony features revealed the small hint of a smile. “Any big plans?”

“Oh, not much, really.” She smiled up at him. “My dad rented out the hall at the Sheraton for me and some friends.”

“Oh, right.” The officer’s eyes narrowed a bit in recognition. “You’re Jessica Miller; the mayor’s daughter.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” She responded, still smiling, and hoping that this last piece of information would get her off the hook.

“Well, you wait right here, Ms. Miller, and I’ll get you on your way just as fast as I can.” He gave her a wink as he turned and walked back to his waiting cruiser.

As she watched him go in the side mirror, Jessica gave herself about fifty-fifty odds of getting away without a ticket. She’d have preferred that he just let her go with a verbal warning, but there was still a chance that he would return with nothing more stern than a written one. Unfortunately, going back to his car probably meant that he was going to pull her driving record and see her history of tickets, which did nothing to help her chances. After a seeming eternity, the cruiser door opened again and the officer returned to her open window.

“Ms. Miller, please step out of the car.” His voice was stern, and she saw that his hand hovered close to his holstered pistol when she looked up in surprise.

“Wh-what?” She stammered. “Why?”

“Place your hands on the steering wheel.” He ordered, and she quickly obeyed, grabbing it at ten and two. “I am going to open your door, and you will step from the car, keeping your hands where I can see them. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

Jessica’s mind reeled at the sudden shift in the situation. What was going on? When the door opened, she swung her bare, tanned legs out of the car and rose to her feet, keeping her hands raised and resisting the urge to reach down and adjust the hem of her short, faded denim skirt. With a strong hand on her shoulder, he turned her to face the car as he closed the door.

“Place your hands on the roof of the car, and spread your legs.” He ordered.

She followed his commands, ‘assuming the position’ as she’d heard it called in movies and on television cop shows. It was a very different feeling to experience in person, she quickly discovered. Little pebbles of gravel slipped between the soles of her feet and the thin, flat sandals as she slid them out across the ground, and her short skirt rose, baring more of her thighs than she spread them. It was a terribly vulnerable feeling; being treated like a criminal and not knowing why. Her heart pounded in her chest in growing fear of what was coming. Was she going to be arrested?

“Ms. Miller, are you aware that there is an active warrant for your arrest?” The policeman asked calmly behind her.

“A warrant?” She asked quickly, in disbelief. “For what? There must be some sort of mistake.”

“For attempted armed robbery.”

“What? Me?”

“I’ll admit that it sounds a little surprising to me, too, Ms. Miller, but until I can look into it further, I have no choice but to take it seriously. Very seriously. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess.” She answered quickly, finding herself grateful that the warrant wasn’t for something legitimate, like the unpaid parking tickets that cluttered up her glove box.

“Have you ever been arrested before, Ms. Miller?”

“No.” She replied. “But please, you don’t have to arrest me. I mean, come on, I’m not a robber. Can’t you just call my dad?”

“Are you carrying any weapons, Ms. Miller?” He asked sternly, ignoring her question.

“No, I’m not carrying any weapons.” She laughed, the situation taking on an absurd quality as she stood there before him.

“I told you that this is serious, Ms. Miller. I’m going to pat you down now.”

She winced as he ran his hands over her. Her feet shifted nervously in the gravel as his palms grazed across her breasts through the thin white material of her shirt. His fingers played across her belly. She felt her cheeks blushing slightly as his hands seemed to linger on her hips before moving down across the soft denim of her skirt. She gasped as his right hand slipped up under the its hem to search the bare flesh of her inner thighs. She was grateful when he finally removed his hand, and pressed her lips together as he ran his palms down her legs. The caress of his hands to the bare skin of her legs infuriated her, and she couldn’t help but think that he was taking advantage of an opportunity to just ‘cop a feel.’ She couldn’t imagine that he sincerely thought that she was hiding a weapon underneath the sandal straps that were wrapped around her calves and tied in place. When this mess was squared away, she would definitely let her father know about this.

Finished with his ‘search,’ he stepped in close to her and reached to the roof of the car to take hold of her right wrist. She didn’t resist as he turned it, bending her arm at the elbow to place her hand behind her back. She trembled slightly as she heard a ratcheting sound and then felt the cold steel of the cuff close tightly in place around the slender flesh of her wrist.

“Please, do you have to do this?” She asked, but did not resist as he drew her other arm back behind her and closed the second cuff tightly in place on it. “I’m not going to do anything.”

“Sorry, Ms. Miller, but it’s procedure.” He answered grimly, taking hold of her bare upper arm and leading her back to his car. “I can’t put you in the car unless you’re restrained.”

Jessica walked at his direction back to the patrol car. She clasped her hands together tightly behind her back, the sound of the clinking chains sending a shudder down her spine. Watching the road, she was grateful that no one drove by to see her being taken into custody. At the waiting police car, he opened the back door and helped her to sit down inside, his hand on the back of her head to maneuver it without hitting the roofline. The seat was made of hard, formed plastic and was cool against the bare backs of her thighs. The cuffs were uncomfortable, biting into her tender wrists, and she was grateful for the cutout in the seatback behind her where they could rest without her weight pressing against them. She was surprised to see the policeman squat down next to her before closing the door, another pair of cuffs in his hands.

“Wh-what… what are you doing?” She whimpered as she saw him reach for her left ankle, her voice seeming somehow small to her. “What are those for?”

“I told you.” He spoke softly as he got a firm grip on her calf above the ankle and placed the open hasp of the cuff against it. “You have to be restrained.”

“But my feet?” She whimpered as he closed the cuff in place on her, struggling to blink back tears as the situation worsened. “I’m not going to run away.”

“You’re not now, are you?” He looked up at her as he closed the other cuff in place on her right ankle.

With the cuffs locked on her feet, he stood up again. Reaching down, he placed his hand on her shoulder for a moment, giving it a squeeze that somehow felt anything but reassuring. And then the door closed ominously, and she was alone in the back seat. She pulled at the cuffs on her ankles, looking down in disbelief at the confining anklets and the chain between them. Her festive sandals and toenails, painted a pale pink, seemed starkly out of place with these new additions.

She watched him go back to her car, the view obscured some by the mesh of the cage that separated her from the front seat of the cruiser. He spent a few moments inside it before closing it up, locking it with its keyless remote, and then walking back to the patrol car, carrying her purse. She pressed her thighs together as she sat impatiently in the mobile cell that was the back seat of his car. He entered the front seat of the patrol car without a word, placing her belongings on the seat next to him.

“How long will it take to get things straightened out?” She asked, looking at the officer’s face in the rear view mirror as he put the car in gear.

“To get what straightened out, princess?”

“The warrant mistake.” She responded icily. “And please don’t call me that.”

“You don’t like being called princess?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“That’s none of your business.” She snapped, twisting her wrists in the cuffs behind her back in frustration. “Now, how long is it going to take to get this warrant thing fixed, and get me out of here?”

“There are a few complications with that, princess.”

“I asked you not to call me that.” She hissed angrily. “And what do you mean by complications.”

“Well, for starters, there is no warrant.”

“Wh-what? What do you mean?” A chill ran down her spine as she asked the question.

“I’m afraid that I made that part up.”

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” She demanded, suddenly realizing what might be going on, as hope began to peak through into her mind. “Did my father set this up? Is this some kind of screwy birthday gag?”

“Do you think your daddy would have had someone feel up his little princess as a birthday gag?” He asked cruelly, looking back into her eyes in the mirror.

“Then what… then what…” Jessica tried to ask the question, but was finally overcome by tears, her voice breaking as they began to stream down her cheeks.

“I’m afraid that you’re being kidnapped, princess. And I’m going to hold onto you until I can get what I want from your precious daddy.”

“But you… you’re a policeman… they’ll know you pulled me over. They’ll question you.”

“Nobody knows I pulled you over, princess.” He laughed. “I didn’t call it in, because I knew exactly who I was pulling over. I never ran your license. This traffic stop never happened, as far as the rest of the world is concerned.”

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“But… but they’ll find my car.”

“Yes, they will. But that’s all they’ll find.”

“Help me!” She screamed, kicking at the door of the car, tears streaming down her cheeks as she cried out hysterically. “Someone please help me!”

“A shame you picked such a lonely road to drive down, isn’t it?” He asked cruelly as her hysterics gave way to muted sobbing. “When I was dreaming up this plan, I was worried that someone might see you in the back seat and recognize you. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you turned down this old road.”

“So what now?” She asked as she sniffed back more tears, gaining some semblance of control over herself again. “You just keep me out of the way until my father pays you?”

“That’s pretty much it.”

“And where are you going to keep me?” She pulled desperately at the cuffs on her wrists, trying to squeeze her hands out of them while she talked, but finding them too tight, the effort only serving to chafe her tender flesh.

“I’ve got a very special place in mind, princess.”

“You can’t get away with this, you know.” She whimpered as hot new tears stung her eyes. “Kidnappers never get their money. Please, just let me go. I swear I’ll just pretend it never happened.”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He laughed. “I know exactly what I’m doing, and I’m going to get exactly what I want.”

She looked away from the steely glint in his eyes, scanning the road for sign of any other travelers, but it remained empty. After a few twists and turns, he slowed and turned off the road onto an old dirt track that was almost entirely overgrown. The car, obviously designed for smoother terrain, bounced and jostled through the deep holes in the road, and she heard it bottom out a few times. She slid on the smooth seat, unable to do much to stop herself until her body thrust against the door, and she managed to turn herself enough to get a hold on the armrest.

After what felt like an eternity on the bumpy road, they reached a clearing next to a swiftly flowing river. Built next to the river was an old gristmill. The headlights of the car glinted off the water that was still scooped up and carried by the ponderous wooden wheel as it turned in the river. The building itself looked old and worn, though still supported itself admirably.

“My family’s owned this old mill for over a century. My dad actually worked for my grandpa in it when he was a little tyke, though it’s been decades since it’s seen any real use.” He told her, sounding almost wistful. “This mill supported our family for a long time, princess, though it’s never made the sort of money it’s going to produce through you.”

“I bet your grandpa would be really proud of you right now.” Jessica hissed.

“My grandpa died penniless in a nursing home.” He responded, putting the car into park and killing the engine in front of the old mill. “I intend to do no such thing.”

When he exited the car and moved toward the door against which she rested, Jessica frantically moved away from it, pushing herself across the smooth seat to the other door. Like the other door, it had no handles with which she could open it. Pressing her back to the door, she looked about frantically, feeling like a trapped animal as he opened the door across from her and began to reach into the car. She kicked out at him, sandaled feet forced to kick in unison by the chain that locked them together. He laughed as he easily deflected the blow, grabbing her right ankle firmly.

“No! Stop it! Let me go!” Jessica screamed as he yanked her from the car by her ankle.

“We can do this the hard way, if that’s how you like it.” He chortled as she slid easily across the smooth seat to hit the dirt driveway with a thud, landing painfully on her cuffed wrists. “Because that’s definitely how I like it.”

She screamed out in pain and frustration as he dragged her across the hard ground toward the door of the old mill. Rocks and roots bit into the flesh of her back and ass as her shirt and skirt rode up under the rough treatment. Twisting onto her side, she tried desperately to find something to grab with her cuffed hands, but could find no purchase. As they approached the door, she was grateful that the terrain beneath her turned from the dirt of the track to softer grass, though it did nothing to help the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Help me! Somebody please help me!” She screamed when they reached the door, hot tears stinging her eyes.

“Shut up, you stupid little bitch.” He ordered, kicking her hard in the stomach.

Jessica curled into the fetal position as his booted foot hit her hard in the midsection, the air exploding from her lungs. Gasping for breath, she struggled to rise up onto her knees as she watched through bleary, tear-filled eyes as he worked a key in the old lock. As she reached her knees, the door creaked open and he grabbed her hair, his fingers twining themselves in her shoulder-length tresses. She cried out as he pulled her the rest of the way onto her feet, yanking painfully at her scalp and dragging her with him into the dark interior of the mill.

In the darkness of the old building, he threw her forward and she cried out as she was tripped up by the cuffs on her feet, falling to her side on the hard floor. Turning quickly onto her back to look up at him, she saw his silhouette framed in the doorway for only a moment before it closed, blinding her in the seemingly complete darkness of the mill.

“You’ll notice I made a few updates to the old place.” He spoke softly, his voice almost a growl as he flipped on a light switch.

Blinking as the overhead lights came on, Jessica was surprised and horrified by the stark differences in appearance between the interior and exterior of the mill. Inside, the walls were covered by drywall painted black, the floors smooth concrete. The finished nature of the place made her realize that this abduction was not a spur of the moment decision for her kidnapper. She shuddered at the thought of how long he had planned this, and what terrors he might have in store for her. Sitting up with some difficulty, she drew her legs up in front of her, thighs pressed together.

“I am sorry, though, princess. Despite my best efforts, it’s definitely not the Sheraton ballroom.” He grinned down at her, and she inched away slowly as he took a step toward her. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a birthday celebration planned for you.”

“Birthday celebration?” She asked fearfully, looking around the room as he approached, trying to get her bearings.

It appeared to be all one big room, with the inside looking nearly as large as she had seen from the outside. From her angle on the floor, she couldn’t see its contents especially well, but she could see that one section of the room seemed to be set up as a photography studio of some kind, with large arrays of lights arranged in it. Elsewhere in the room, she could see a number of trunks, a plain metal cot with a rusted metal bucket next to it, what appeared to be a washtub on wheels, and other bizarre pieces of furniture made from rough wood or metal pipes. Along the wall that was next to the river, she could see large wooden cogs that turned slowly, a couple of them, un-turning, set into the floor.

“Oh yes indeed, princess. We’re going to have our own private birthday celebration.” He reached her, standing above her with his hands on his hips and drawing her attention away from the rest of the room. “You see, I need some pictures to send your dear old daddy to help motivate him to give me what I want, so I’ve got quite a party in store for you.”

“Please, you don’t have to do anything.” Jessica whine softly, her lower lip trembling as she looked up at the uniformed officer above her. “He’ll do… he’ll give you whatever you want… just don’t hurt me.”

Reaching down, he took hold of her upper arm and drew her up onto her feet. She bit her trembling lower lip as she looked into his eyes while he helped her to stand again. She opened her mouth to speak but a helpless sobbing overcame her as he began to lead her across the room toward the area set up as a photo studio. He walked slowly with her, seemingly conscious of the difficulties she would have walking with the tight cuffs in place on her ankles. Her chest heaved as she cried uncontrollably, tears spilling down her cheeks and onto her breasts as they strained against the tight fabric of her top.

“P-please…” She finally managed to croak as they reached the studio area and he stopped her, standing over a ring that was set in the floor, to which one end of a pair of handcuffs was already attached, the other cuff standing open menacingly. “Don’t… don’t do this…”

She watched him squat down next to her, one hand on her left calf, caressing it almost gently as he held her in place. She sobbed, feeling a nervous, fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach as he used the other hand to close the free end of the waiting cuff around her ankle beneath the other she already wore. A shiver ran down her spine as the hand on her calf moved up to the smooth front of her thigh, and then his free hand pressed insistently against the back of her knee, easily forcing her forward and into a kneeling position on the hard floor. Sitting back on her heels as he rose to his feet, her hands moved instinctively to the new cuff, searching it desperately, clawing at it and pulling on it, but finding no release.

“I can’t help but remember your mentioning that kidnappers never get the money that they’re after.” Jessica’s captor spoke casually, moving between and adjusting the various cameras that were set up facing where she kneeled from numerous angles. “And I have to admit that you’re right. Usually they don’t.”

“My father will pay you. Please, he’ll pay you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me.”

“Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, I think.” He continued speaking as he began to turn on the heavy duty lights above her, washing her in their brightness. “You see, usually kidnappers either don’t do enough to convince the abductees’ loved ones that their precious little one is genuinely in danger, or they do too much.”

“He’ll believe you.” Jessica whined, feeling utterly helpless as she knelt before him, the cuffs on her ankles pressing against her ass through her skirt. “He’ll do anything you want.”

“If your father doesn’t get some proof that you’re in a bad, bad place, there’s a part of him that will wonder if it’s not a scheme you’ve cooked up to get at some of his money. It happens all the time to wealthy, unsuspecting parents, and he won’t want to look the fool if you’re playing him. That doubt might make him take chances that he wouldn’t otherwise risk.”

“He knows… he knows I’d never do that to him.”

“Of course he does.” He winked as he snapped off a couple pictures with one of the cameras. “Unless, of course, he remembers the time that he reported his car stolen only to find out that you’d taken it and run it into a tree, right? Or the time that you told him that you’d been robbed of your freshmen tuition deposit and only admitted that you’d spent it yourself after he’d filed a police report.”

“But that was a long time ago, and it was nothing like this.” She whimpered, his knowledge of her prior bad acts making her feel equally as exposed as the combination of short skirt and handcuffs.

“You see, I need to send him some proof that will erase any doubt in his mind that this is another of your little schemes, but without going too far and turning you into ‘damaged goods.’” He spoke calmly as he continued to adjust the cameras, reaching the end of the line. “I had originally considered mailing him one of your fingers, but I’ve ruled that out. It seems that daddy’s don’t like to think of their little girls mutilated, and sort of reach a place where they don’t really want them back if you go too far.”

Jessica lowered her head to try to hide the new tears that began to spill from her cheeks, mewling softly as she tried to turn on her knees out of the view of the cameras. Wherever she turned, though, she faced another of the array of lenses. Through her tear-blurred vision, she noticed that the cameras continued to take pictures at different intervals after he left them. She looked up to watch her captor walk away from his work at the cameras, opening a closet and then casually beginning to change his clothing.

“Let me go, God damn it!” She screamed, thrashing against her chains in newfound anger and frustration as she watched him casually change into a black turtleneck and jeans while the cameras continued their occasional flashing.

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She fought desperately against the cuffs on her wrists, rubbing her chafed flesh against the metal in her struggles. Her hair was plastered to the sides of her face by her tears. Bending forward at the waist, feeling her short skirt ride up behind her as she tugged at the chains that held her, she sobbed as the cameras took in the picture of her misery, trying not to imagine what it would be like for her father to receive them.

She looked up again as she heard him rolling something toward her, and saw that he was pushing the white porcelain wheeled bathtub that she had seen earlier. Rising up on her knees more and shuffling around to face its approach, she could see that it was filled with water that occasionally sloshed up over the sides as he pushed, as well as a number of red and black objects that floated on its surface. He was wearing a black ski mask now in addition to the other black clothing, hiding his face from the cameras.

“I bet it’s been a long time since you’ve bobbed for apples, hasn’t it, princess?” He asked as he rolled the tub to a stop in front of her and she saw that the floating objects were red rubber balls with black leather straps dangling from their sides.

“Fuck you, you sick bastard.” She spat the words out like venom as he reached down and, once more, threaded his fingers through her blond hair.

Without warning, he thrust her head forward into the water, and she barely sucked in a quick breath before she was submerged. He pressed her down deep into the water, her face close to the bottom of the tub and her belly thrust hard against its rounded edge. She bucked against his grip as he held her under the water, but had neither the strength nor the leverage to break free of him. Her lungs burned for oxygen as she shuddered uncontrollably, her toes curling tight against the soles of her sandals as she struggled to remain conscious. Finally, the stale air burst from her lungs, surrounding her head in a halo of bubbles as she gasped reflexively, taking in a breath of water.

She coughed, her body spasming to expel the liquid breath as he yanked her back up and out of the water. The air flooded into her burning lungs as it replaced the water she coughed up, heaving and shuddering as he held her up on her knees.

“Looks like you didn’t get one that time.” He chuckled. “We’ll have to keep going in until you do.”

“Please don’t- ” She began, but was cut off as he thrust her back down into the water, one of the floating balls hitting her in the face on her way back to the bottom of the basin.

Thrashing against his grip, she could see that the balls were all floating near the surface. If the sick bastard was going to keep dunking her like this until she got one, she would have to snatch one on the way down and she realized how hard that was going to be. The thought left her mind in an instant, however, and she gasped in surprise as she suddenly felt her captor’s finger slide along the lips of her pussy through the sheer material of her panties. Bent forward as she was, her skirt had ridden up and exposed her further to him, and the gasp resulted in another breath of water and she choked on it as he pulled her back up out of the water.

“God, but you are a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” He hissed in her ear while she struggled to recover from her choking, his hand gripping her ass firmly through the skirt as it settled back into place. “I am going to have a lot of fun with this little body of yours.”

“Oh god… Oh god…” Jessica whimpered as her breath returned to her, that slight touch of his finger and his new words transforming what had already been a horrific situation into something much, much worse. “Please don’t… no more, please.”

Feeling his hand clench in her hair again, Jessica looked quickly to the pool as he thrust her head forward again. This time, she avoided the urge to take a breath, instead focusing on biting down on anything that got close enough to her mouth. She came close as one of the straps grazed her cheek as she burst by it, but her teeth came together hard with nothing but water between them. She mewled beneath the water as he held her in place, her lungs woefully under-filled with air. His hand roamed again as she trembled, sliding along the inside of her left thigh. She pressed her legs together, trapping the hand in place between them. As the outside edges of her vision began to fade and her lungs burned for air, he pulled her back up to the surface, and she gasped for air, dragging it into her lungs in deep gulps.

“I hope that I’m getting some good shots of this, because I think that your daddy will really find these moving.” He turned her to look into her eyes as she struggled to resume breathing normally, her chest heaving beneath her soaked top, the shape of her bra clearly outlined beneath the wet material. “I’d hate to have to do a re-shoot.”

With that, he turned her back to the tub and thrust her down again, this time directly toward one of the balls. She opened her mouth to bite it, but her teeth glanced off it, and they closed instead on the strap that dangled from its side. Held beneath the water’s surface, she clenched her jaw tightly shut, clinging to the thing as the taste of leather permeated the water in her mouth.

“Good girl.” He congratulated as he drew her finally back up out of the water, the strap and ball dangling from her mouth as she sucked in air through her nose. “But you bit the wrong part. I’m going to have to adjust that for you.”

Moving around behind her, he grabbed the ball and moved it up to her teeth as they clung desperately to the leather strap between them. She opened her mouth briefly to let the strap fall free, but then closed it again as he moved the ball in front of it.

“Would you like to go back in again for another one?” He asked, holding the ball before her lips. “We could keep going until you get one the right way, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

On the verge of tears, she shook her head quickly and opened her mouth for him. She was helpless to resist him right now, and she knew it. As much as she hated the thought of that thick ball in her mouth, she dreaded a return to the water of the tub even more. As he pressed the ball into place, however, she realized that it was worse than she had anticipated. The ball was not as soft as it appeared, and he pressed it in hard until it popped back behind her teeth. It felt like it filled her mouth, forcing her jaw to remain open uncomfortably wide. She felt him pull the straps back behind her head and over her wet hair, buckling it firmly in place.

“It’s time to get ready for the next party game, princess. I bet it’s been a long time since you played a round of pin the tail on the donkey.”

He gave her cheek a playful pat as he rose to his feet and began to roll the bathtub away. Kneeling on the cold floor, she trembled as she watched him return the tub to its original spot, and then stop to pick up a large bundle of rope. He tossed the rope to her, and she recoiled at its approach as if it were a serpent. Sliding across the floor, it came to a halt against the side of her calf. She grunted incoherently behind the gag in her mouth. Panting for breath through her nose, she shifted carefully to sit on her butt to relieve the pressure on the cuffs on her ankles. She pushed herself backwards, stretching out her legs but keeping them pressed firmly together, she did her best to draw the skirt back down into place.

“You know, I won’t claim that it’s all luck that I ended up with such a beautiful and delicious little kidnap victim.” Her captor spoke as he moved from camera to camera again, replacing the film in each as he went. “I might have still picked you if you were a more average specimen, though I might also have looked elsewhere for a more pleasing target.”

The thick rubber ball in her mouth was maddening, in some ways even more so than the restraints that imprisoned her wrists and ankles. Unable to close her mouth, her jaw stretched uncomfortably wide, she could feel drool already threatening to slip beyond the ball and past her lips. As she struggled to come to terms with this unwelcome intruder in her mouth, she saw her captor’s eyes return repeatedly to her body between adjustments to each camera. The hungry look in his eyes and the way that his gaze continued to drink in the sight of her tanned legs, her cuffed ankles, her feet in their sandals, and her drenched and slender waist and breasts told her that, regardless of what he might say, money was only part of his motivation. She was sickened by the way his eyes lingered on her, wishing that she had worn jeans or something else that would have protected more of her body from his lusty gaze.

“There. All set.” He smiled as he finished with the last camera and returned to her side carrying a small bag. “Ready for the next party game?”

Futilely, Jessica shook her head in response to his question as he knelt down beside her. With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her backwards, forcing her to lie down on the hard ground with the cuffs trapped beneath her. She was grateful when he turned her over to lie on her stomach, her breasts and left cheek pressed to the concrete. Her whole body shivering, a little from the chill of the near drowning but mostly from the icy terror that gripped her, she felt him straddle her, his knees on either side of her legs. She choked in revulsion behind the gag as she felt what could only be his hard cock against the back of her thigh through his jeans.

“I’m afraid that I forgot to pick up a donkey, princess.” He voice dripped with mock disappointment as he uncoiled the bundle of soft rope. “But I don’t think you’ll mind stepping in for the role, will you?”

Jessica grunted incoherently behind the gag as she felt him wrap a doubled-over strand of the rope around her neck. She squirmed helplessly beneath him as he drew the rope down her back and then began to wrap it around her upper arms, drawing them slowly together behind her. Her cheek resting in a puddle of her own drool, she screamed into the thick rubber in her mouth as he drew on the ropes until her elbows touched behind her back, pulling her shoulders uncomfortably backwards. He continued to move down her arms, gradually welding her forearms together with ever-tighter coils of the rope, pausing only for a moment to remove the cuffs from her wrists and drop them to the floor next to her. What should have been a moment of relief offered her none, as tight coils of rope replaced the relatively loose confinement of the handcuffs.

“Scoot back a bit, will you, princess?” He chuckled as he moved back to sit on the backs of her knees and then reached underneath her hips to pull her waist up off the floor. “Thanks, sweetness.”

Jessica’s stomach fluttered nervously as she felt him pull up on the lower hem of her top, baring her flat belly. She panted through her nose, drool sputtering from her mouth as she tried to plead with him behind the gag. She felt him wrap the end of the rope from her arms around her bare waist, pulling it tight until it dug into her smooth flesh. She grunted as he tied the ends rope in place around her stomach with a pair of final tugs. The ropes around her waist pinned her bound hands to the small of her back, and she sobbed helplessly, mewling behind the gag as despair filled her.

“Are you figuring it out yet, princess?” He asked, leaving the remaining ends of the rope to dangle on the ground in front of her as his hands moved over the sides of her hips. “Recognizing just how bad this is all going to be for you?”

The walls felt like they were closing in on her as his hands roamed over her hips and down her thighs while the cameras continued to snap more pictures of her torment. She felt small and powerless beneath him and in the firm grip of his ropes. It seemed like she couldn’t get enough air through her stuffy nose, sobbing and panting desperately as she squirmed in the tight ropes. Once more, she felt his hands slip beneath the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to expose the firm globes of her pantied ass.

“Yours is quite possibly the most luscious body that I have ever seen, princess.” He practically purred as he ran his hands over her bottom. “It seems like a shame to mar such a perfect ass, but hopefully there won’t be any permanent marks, and it’s for a good cause after all.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine and she bucked beneath him, yanking at the ropes that welded her arms together helplessly behind her. The cuffs on her ankles clinked noisily against the concrete floor as she kicked at them. She heard him unzip a bag and craned her neck to see him remove a heavy staple gun and a bundle of paper strips in the shape of donkey tails. Hot tears stung her eyes as she realized what was coming, and she squirmed beneath the weight of her captor as she felt a piece of the paper and then the tip of the staple gun press against her right ass cheek through the thin material of her panties.

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“This is going to hurt a lot, I would imagine.” He chuckled.

Jessica screamed as he pulled the trigger and the cruel staple bit into the tender flesh of her ass. She yanked at the ropes on her arms and tried to twist free as the little piece of metal stung her like a wasp. She panted, whimpering behind the ballgag as she felt him line up the gun against her other asscheek, and then cried out as it fired again. It was painful, but made worse by the humiliation that accompanied it and her complete inability to stop it. Tears streamed from her eyes, mingling with the pool of drool that was collecting on the floor against her cheek, and she bucked as a third staple drove into the tender flesh of her ass.

Laughing, he slipped from her back and she quickly rolled over onto her side as he knelt next to her. She wanted to yank the wicked staples from her ass, but the ropes on her forearms and waist kept her from being able to reach. Trembling, she looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes as he reached down to unlock the cuff from her right ankle. It was freed from the other ankle now, though that one was still locked to the ring on the floor.

“I guess that’s enough pin the tail on the donkey.” He laughed, grinning wickedly as he gathered up the two free ends of the rope that dangled from her waist. “What do you say we try another party game?”

Shaking her head, she tried to resist as he bent her free right leg at the knee. Despite her attempted resistance, he put his weight into it and easily moved her leg into place. When the heel of her sandal pressed against her ass, he wrapped one of the free ends of the waist rope around her thigh and ankle. She watched helplessly as he used the rope to bind her thigh and calf together, her foot twitching nervously as he tied off the end of the rope.

“I’m afraid that the donkey wasn’t the only thing that I forgot to bring, princess.” He spoke softly as he unlocked both of the cuffs from her other leg. “I also forgot to bring the piñata for the party, so I’m going to have to press you into service again.”

Screaming into the gag, she fought him desperately, kicking wildly with her free leg as the cuffs were removed. Her helplessness was an oppressive weight, threatening to shut down her entire body as she struggled. Though she knew that it was futile to fight him now, bound so tightly in rope and with only one leg free, it was the only way to force her mind to focus on something other than despair. Despite her frantic kicking, he finally managed to get her knee bent and then to wrap the other free piece of rope around thigh and ankle like the first. Lying on her back, her arms bound tightly together beneath her, no longer able to stretch out her legs or do much more than rotate her feet, she panted for air through her nose as she watched him put the finishing touches on his rope work.

Standing up to straddle her body, Jessica watched her captor reach up to grab a rope that dangled down from the rafters above. On her back, she tugged at the ropes that bound her, fighting with all her might against them as she struggled to unbend her knees or wiggle free of the ropes that pinned her forearms together beneath them. Looking down over her body, she saw her breasts heaving beneath her damp top, the tight rope digging into her smooth belly with each tug on the ropes on her arms beneath her, and her thighs trembling with the exertion of fighting the ropes that coiled about them.

“I didn’t think you’d mind piñata duty, really.” He spoke, reaching down to turn her over onto her stomach again, and then tapping one of the staples that held a paper tail in place, making her wince. “After all, you are already in costume.”

A feeling of hollowness filled her as she rested once more on her stomach, her cheek back in the puddle of drool she’d left on the floor earlier. Her feet twitched in nervous anticipation of what was in store for her. She tried to focus on the rage that she felt toward her captor, toward this man sworn to uphold the public safety who was now treating her so wickedly. The anger refused to stay with her, however, leaving in its place a feeling of helplessness and self-pity. She hated the feeling, having always considered herself a person who would never give in to despair. It seemed that the ropes were robbing her of more than just the ability to move as she wished.

“Eeesshhhhh…. Ehhhttt… Eeehhhh…. Oohhhh…” She struggled to speak with the thick rubber ball in her mouth, wanting more than anything to be able to plead for his mercy as she felt him tie the end of the rope in his hand to those that held her elbows together.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t quite make that out.” He laughed.

Jessica began to sob once more, dejected, as she felt the rope on her arms gradually begin to lift up toward the ceiling. At first, it was only uncomfortable to have them lifted, but when her chest rose off the floor and the weight of her upper body came to rest on her shoulders through the poorly designed rope harness, discomfort became genuine pain. She snorted through her nose in protest, a muffled cry escaping her lips as she continued to rise until her knees left the floor, and her whole body dangled by the rope on her arms.

“This is where things really start to hurt, princess.” The black-clad man said softly as he tied off the other end of the rope with which he’d lifted her, stopping her assent at his chest level. “This is where you really earn me my money.”

The ropes bit painfully into Jessica’s stomach and arms as she dangled there before her captor, spinning slowly. She could feel the numbness spreading through her forearms as circulation was cut off by the unbearable position. She whined continuously behind the gag, squeezing her eyes closed tightly as tears and drool spilled to the floor beneath her.

A searing flash of pain slashed across her left thigh and she threw her head back in a primal scream with the first strike of the rod in her captor’s hands. Recovering from the attack with desperate breaths drawn through wide nostrils, she spun slowly until she could see that he held a long thin rod in his hands now. Her whole body tensed in anticipation, but there was nothing she could do to avoid the next blow, a cruel slash across her tortured upper arm. Dangling, already in pain from the pressure on her petite body, she could do nothing to stop the barrage of lashes that he rained down on her. Only those parts of her body which were covered by the maddening ropes were saved from the assault of the wicked rod, and she jerked and quivered with each strike.

“Shit.” He swore, and she moaned in relief as he lowered the rod. “Out of film.”

Jessica’s body convulsed as she dangled from the ropes, gasping and panting for air as she struggled to calm herself. It felt like every square inch of her bare flash was on fire under the cruel attentions of the wicked rod. She stared at the floor, quivering uncontrollably, watching the drool collect beneath her and listening to the sounds of her own labored breathing. She was almost grateful that she couldn’t feel her arms anymore, but at the same time she was terrified about what the lack of feeling could mean.

“The birthday celebration is almost over, princess.” The return of her captor to her side made her jump in the ropes in surprise, and she trembled fearfully. “No more party games. Now it’s just time for some cake and ice cream, and then it’s bed time.”

Jessica groaned from somewhere deep inside her, sputtering as she tried to beg him to let her down, but her lips could not form the words. She saw that he held a long red tapered candle in one hand, and a lighter in the other. He lit the candle, holding the flickering flame only a few inches from her face as she tried to shy away from it.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t remember the cake either. God, you must be so disappointed in me. But I did remember to bring a birthday candle.”

She winced as he grabbed hold of her hair and drew her face closer to the flame. She could feel its heat on her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she whined. Laughing cruelly, he moved the candle away and then pulled her head down, causing her to tip forward slightly as she dangled. She screamed into the gag as she suddenly felt a burning pain on the back of her neck, the shock rushing down along her spine. For a moment, she thought that he had burned her directly with the candle, but as the wax gradually cooled and hardened against the skin on the back of her neck, she recognized it for what it was. She jerked against the ropes as the searing pain returned, this time a trail of it down her trembling upper arm.

“Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it, princess?” He hissed, and she screamed again as more of the scorching wax fell on the small of her back, dripping down over the bare sides of her stomach. “I wonder if those cute little feet of yours are very sensitive.”

Trembling in pain and fear, she felt him take hold of her left foot. He forced his finger between the bottom of her foot and the sole of the sandal, creating a gap. Whimpering in anticipation of what was to come, she tried desperately to pull her trapped foot away from his steely grip. Throwing her head back, she screamed as she hot wax dripped down onto the tender arch of her sole, searing the vulnerable flesh and dripping over and between her toes. When he released her foot, she rotated it as much as her bonds allowed, trying to find comfort by rubbing it against her other foot as well as she could.

Moving behind her while she struggled for relief, he stepped in between her legs, forcing them to remain open. Recognizing this change in position, she tried to close them but her knees were stopped by his hips. He placed his free hand on her quivering left thigh to hold her in place. A flash of white pain crossed her vision as the wax dripped down onto the soft inside of her left thigh. She bucked wildly in the ropes as it spread out before hardening, its inner core remaining hot while the cooled outside held it in place. Before she could recover from pain to her left thigh, he dripped more down onto her right, and she screamed and bucked against the ropes.

“God, I don’t think you have any idea how hard you are making me right now.” Her captor hissed as he held tight to her thigh while her body convulsed in pain. “And just think, princess, I don’t even have your clothes off yet.”

Recovering slowly from the assault of the wax, his words sunk into her, the ‘yet’ striking especially close to her heart. In her state of helplessness, it hadn’t really occurred to her that she was still wearing all of the clothing which she had been wearing when she left home earlier in the evening. How much worse would this torment have been if he’d stripped her first? Would he continue these cruel tortures for as long as she was here, and later in the nude? Was he going to rape her? The answer to the last question seemed glaringly obvious to her, bringing new tears to her eyes as she hung helplessly.

She groaned as she heard him walk away, shuddering in her bonds. Her head hung down as she tried to ignore the pain that consumed her senses, the acute pains of the lashing and candle wax blending with the ongoing agony of the suspension. She fantasized about a SWAT team breaking down the door and her captor dying in a hail of gunfire before they cut her free, but had no real hope that it would come to be. Who better, she realized, than a police officer to know exactly how to get away with a crime? But still she clung to the slim hope of rescue, telling herself that she only needed to hold on until help arrived.

Something new being rolled underneath her interrupted Jessica’s fantasy of rescue. She watched, nearly delirious from strain on her body, a large circular washbasin came to a stop beneath her. A chill ran down her spine when she saw that it was filled not only with water, but also with ice. Trembling anew in her bonds, shuddering sobs racked her body. She was surprised to feel her captor’s hands on the back of her head, releasing the straps that held the ball in her mouth. She nearly gagged as he pulled it free from behind her teeth, her jaw cramping at the sudden release of pressure.

“Oh god… Oh god… please, just untie me… let me down.” She sobbed, the words rushing from her mouth in a cascade of misery. “It hurts… it hurts so bad…”

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“Shh… Shh…” He whispered consolingly. “I promised you Ice Cream, didn’t I? I’m sorry that you’ll have to forgive me the horrible pun.”

“Don’t do this… please, I can’t… I can’t take any more.”

“Yes you can, because you’re a big girl now, aren’t you, princess?” He spoke softly into her ear, his hands running through her matted hair. “And this is the last set of pictures for daddy dearest.”

“But please… it hurts… it hurts too - ” Jessica’s words were cut off as her captor cut the rope and she plummeted with a scream into the waiting pool of water.

The icy water struck her hard, knocking the wind from her lungs. Its cold embrace seized her as she plunged beneath the surface, kicking out wildly with her bound legs as she hit the bottom. She fought frantically against the ropes as she struggled to reach the surface again, finally managing to get her legs underneath her and rise up on her knees. The water level stopped just below her breasts as she strained to get as much of her body as possible above its surface.

“Cold… Fuck… c-c-cold… God, I’m… get me out!” She cried out as she broke the surface, her teeth chattering behind already blue lips as the shivers gripped her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a little first, princess.”

She struggled with the wet ropes, shivering uncontrollably, as he reached into the icy water and ran his hands over her body. As he groped and fondled her beneath the surface of the water, she felt him break away the dried wax that coated the insides of her thighs, her back, and the bottom of her foot. She winced, though barely felt it, as he plucked the staples and soggy paper tails from her ass. She gasped when he moved one hand to each side of her neck and began to tip her backwards.

“No! D-don’t!” She screamed.

Ignoring her pleas, he dunked her head backwards and she thrashed desperately in the water. He held her beneath the surface, the cold seemingly amplified a hundred-fold, while he rubbed the wax from the back of her neck and then ran his fingers through her hair again. When he finished, he lifted her up in his arms and fully out of the icy water. She gasped for air, panting in short breaths as she left the cold water behind. She pressed in close to him as he cradled her in his arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, desperate for the warmth that his body provided.

“I hope that your daddy finds those pictures convincing enough, princess.” He whispered in her ear, pulling off his ski mask as he carried her across the room.

“He… he will… he will…” She whimpered, blue lips still quivering.

“You’d better hope so. The next photo shoot will be far less pleasant for you.”

Jessica sobbed as he carried her to and placed her down on the metal cot. There was no mattress on it, and she was place directly on its rusty springs. They creaked under her body as she settled into them. Lying on her back, she felt the little metal springs pinch the flesh of her upper arms as her captor moved her to where he wanted her. She groaned in relief as she watched him begin to untie the rope that circled her right thigh and ankle.

“Please… I’m so cold.” She whimpered.

“We’ll get you dried off in just a little bit, princess, and out of these wet clothes.”

Desperate as she was for warmth, she was terrified by the thought of losing her clothing. She could see the imprints of the rope in the flesh of her thigh as he finished untying it and then stretched out her leg on the cot. His hands moved to the straps of her sandal, up close to her knee, untying them and slipping the straps of the sandal from her foot. She watched as he tossed the sandal into the bucket next to the bed, straps flying wildly like streamers until it disappeared out of sight.

“You’d look much better in something with heels, you know.” He spoke, almost absently, as he untied her left leg, and then removed its sandal as well, tossing it into the waiting bucket.

“No, don’t, please!” She cried out as his hands moved to her denim skirt, opening its four buttons and beginning to tug it down her legs.

“Just relax, princess. It’s not going to do you any good to try and stop me, tied up like you are.” He spoke soothingly, the truth of his words filling her with despair, as he drew the skirt down over her slender legs, revealing her sheer white panties, and tossed it into the bucket.

“How long are you going to keep me here?” She asked, blushing crimson as she pressed her thighs together, trying to take her mind off what he was doing to her.

“Daddy is going to get an anonymous phone call tonight that his little princess has been kidnapped and how much I am demanding, and that he will receive a package with proof and instructions. I’ll going to drop our first set of pictures in the mail to him tonight, so he should get them in a couple days.” He told her as he bent across her to stretch her left leg out toward the corner of the little cot, reaching underneath it to gather up a gleaming silver cuff that was attached to that corner of the bed by a chain. “On the phone, I’ll also tell him that any attempts to contact the authorities will result in very bad things for you. With the pictures, he’ll get instructions regarding exactly how much I want, and how he will give it to me.”

“But why mail them…” Her voice cracked, breaking off her train of thought as she watched and felt the cold steel cuff close about her slender ankle, locking it in place close to that corner of the cot. “Wouldn’t it be faster to just drop them off?”

“Yes, it would, but I want to give him some time. He’ll need it to get the money together, princess.” He continued, moving her right foot towards its corner, and bringing out another of the cuffs. “And I will need time to check all the potential channels and make sure daddy really hasn’t contacted any law enforcement.”

“Please, can’t you just do the one foot?” Jessica whimpered, pouting and pulling back her foot slightly as he drew it closer to the waiting cuff. “I won’t be able to get away, and it would be… be a lot easier for me to handle…please.”

“It would also be easier for you if I just locked you in a room by yourself, princess.” He hissed, yanking her foot back into place and closing the cuff tightly in place on it. “But this isn’t about making things easy for you.”

“So… So… it’s going to be days until you can get your money?” She asked, looking up at him as he moved from the area of her feet to her upper body.

“Yes, I’d say four at a minimum.” He answered, putting a hand behind her back and rising her up into a sitting position with her legs stretched out in a ‘v’ in front of her.

“Then are you just going to keep me chained to this cot until then?” She asked, moaning softly as he untied the rope around her waist and then began to slowly unwind the bonds on her forearms behind her.

“While I am at work at night; yes.” He answered, and she gasped in relief as the coils of rope finally came free from her arms.

“And after that?” She asked, wincing as pins and needles lanced through her arms while they hung nearly uselessly by her sides. She wanted desperately to fight him, now that her arms were free, but they felt like wooden logs, weak and trembling. And what could she do, anyways, with her ankles already locked in place?

“After that, we’ll have a little training time, just in case daddy doesn’t play by the rules.” He grinned as he said this last part, grabbing the bottom of her top and pulling it up and over her head, revealing her matching white bra. Instead of fighting him, she tried to rub some life back into her aching forearms and shoulders.

“Training time? What do you mean?” She asked weakly as he pressed her back down to lie on the creaking springs of the cot and tossed her top into the bucket with the rest.

“I mean, time to train you properly for the next set of photographs that will be sent to your father.” As he spoke, he took hold of her right wrist and pulled it up to the top right corner of the cot, and she heard the rattle of chain. “But we won’t need those, will we?”

Not trusting her voice, feeling new tears welling in her eyes as he closed a cuff on her wrist, she shook her head in response. Biting her lower lip, she tested each of the three cuffs already in place on her, the rattle of the chains sending a chill down her spine. A heaving sob wracked through her body as the last cuff was closed in place on her left wrist, completing her enforced spread eagle position on the bed. He moved to sit next to her on the cot, the springs pinching and biting her bare flesh as they adjusted to his additional weight. Looking down on her from where he sat, he ran his fingers over her bare, trembling belly.

“I should warn you, princess, that you’re going to be a very changed girl by the time you leave here, even if your daddy does exactly what he’s supposed to do.”

“Changed? Wh-what… what do you mean?” Jessica sobbed as her captor’s hand moved from her belly to her breasts, caressing them through the bra.

“You’ll understand a lot better when training begins tomorrow.” He continued, a finger tracing the outline of her nipple through the sheer material of the bra. “I believe that you are going to make an excellent ponygirl.”

“What do you mean?” She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists, trying to shy away from him as he began to pull the cups of her bra down over her breasts. “What the hell is a ponygirl?”

“A ponygirl is something very special, princess. Like any good beast of burden, she wears tack and harness to make it easier for her owner to control her.” He yanked the bra down, exposing her breasts as she cried out. “She performs menial tasks for her owner, as well, excelling at manual labor like her truly equine sisters.”

“But why!? Why do you have to do this to me?” She sobbed as his hands cupped her bare breasts.

“What truly makes a ponygirl what she is, and what makes her truly special, is the moment when she forgets that she is human at all, realizing her place as something less than human.” He played with her exposed nipples, smiling broadly as he continued. “The moment when she recognizes that she is a piece of property, to be used as her master wishes.”

“I’m not… I’m not a piece of property.”

“You’re not yet, princess.” He hissed, his eyes narrowing as he gave both nipples hard pinches between thumbs and forefingers. “But you will be by the time your daddy pays your ransom.”

“No, I won’t.” She replied through clenched teeth.

“Oh good, princess. I’m glad you think so.” He chuckled menacingly, releasing her nipples and the rising to stand. “Because I am going to really enjoy proving you wrong.”

Jessica looked up at him, shuddering on the cot as she laid spread before him. He moved to the head of the little bed and turned a dial. She was surprised when nothing more sinister than the soft sounds of classical music resulted.

“It’s time for me to get back to work, princess.” He smiled as he looked down at her. “You should try to get some sleep, because you’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow. I’ll let you know what your daddy says.”

“Please… please don’t leave me here.” Jessica sobbed as he began to walk away, raising her voice above the sounds of the music. “Don’t do this to me!”

Without another word, her captor turned off the lights and left the room, leaving her to cry softly in the darkness. Only a tiny red light remained above her as the cot creaked beneath her chained body. Her mind reeled with the reality of her situation, and her heart was filled with dread. Her body trembled with exhaustion from the torments he had inflicted on her, but she couldn’t imagine falling asleep. How could this be happening to her? She sobbed as she tried not to think about what his words about the next day’s ‘training’ could possibly mean. She told herself that there had to be a way to escape but the ease with which he had controlled her and bound her so far seemed to say otherwise.

“Help me!” She cried out desperately, muscles straining as she pulled at the cuffs that held her wrists and ankles. “Somebody please help me!”

Jessica’s unanswered plea for help reverberated off the walls of the mill and was swallowed by the soothing sounds of the music that continued to play. Sobbing, she lay spread on the creaking cot, losing herself in her misery.


Chapter Two – Jessica’s Long Night

Every time Jessica moved, it seemed like the cruel rusted springs beneath her would find a new and more tender piece of her flesh to pinch and bite. And yet, try as she might, she could not resist moving, always seeking an impossible to find position of comfort, and to test the grip of the bonds that held her in place. Only a few hours earlier, she realized, if asked her opinion about handcuffs, she might have winked and said something like ‘Oohh… kinky’ with a playful smile. Now, that innocent opinion was gone, transformed into an utter hatred for the slender pieces of metal and the way they eliminated her freedom and chafed her flesh in their un-giving restraint.

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Though the cot was anything but comfortable, bare springs pressed into her back, there was nothing uncomfortable about the position in which she laid, flat on her back with her arms and legs out at reasonable angles. It was the simple inability to change that position that made it unbearable. She wanted, at the very least, to reach down and pull the cups of her bra back into place to cover her breasts. The bucket containing her clothing was only a few feet from her head, but it might as well have been miles away. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she lay there in darkness.

Jessica woke without realizing she had even fallen asleep. She woke confused and tired and tried, instinctively, to sit up as she woke, and whined as the cuffs brought her up short. The music had ended, she realized, and the loud sound of static that now emanated from the speakers must have been what woke her from her slumber. She wished that she could cover her ears to help deaden the obnoxious hissing sound and the occasional squeals that interjected themselves, but she couldn’t reach.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared above her, and she cried out in surprise. Jessica tugged once more at her restraints, frustrated and tired, as the light began to turn itself on and off. The light, intense and white, continued to turn on and off, growing in speed until it gradually flashed with the rapidity of a strobe light. As the light grew towards this frenzied pace, the static of the speakers grew in volume and the squeals, now almost painful at the higher volume, became more common.

“Stop it!” Jessica screamed, her teary eyes squeezed shut tightly but still unable to block the intense flashes of light. “Who’s doing this!? Why are you doing this to me?!”

As suddenly as the visual and audio assault had begun, it ended, and Jessica was left in darkness and silence once more, collapsing against the bed. Moaning, she opened her eyes to the darkness, and tried to find a comfortable place once more.

“Three…. Two…. One…” The voice was recorded, played through the speakers, but Jessica recognized it instantly as that of her captor.

At the end of the brief countdown, there was a loud click and then Jessica experienced pain such as she had never known it before. Her whole body instantly tensed, her back arching as she lifted herself reflexively off the bed on her heels and arms. It felt like her insides were being burned as a powerful jolt of electricity tore through her and she opened her mouth in a silent scream, head thrown back. The charge was mercifully short-lived, and when it ended, her body collapsed back into the springs and she felt her heart and lungs begin to work again. All of her muscles twitched as one as she panted raggedly, whimpering as she recovered from the horrific shock.

“Oh god… Oh god… Oh god…” She whimpered as she slowly regained some control of herself. “Please… is someone there?”

The music began again, the same classical song that had been playing earlier. She trembled as she lay there, her heart racing. She wondered if the cruel officer was in the room with her, orchestrating this attack on her, or if it was set up on some kind of timer. Either way, it was horrific. Would there be another shock, she wondered, and shivered at the possibility. Turning slightly onto her side, she strained her eyes as they adjusted to the darkness, looking for any sign of movement, but finding none. As her eyes further explored the room, she saw three more red lights like the one above the bed, all fairly close to her.

Lying back on the harsh springs, Jessica explored the cuffs on her wrists with her fingers once more. They were hard against her flesh, and left little to no room between themselves and her wrists. So tight were they that she couldn’t even turn her wrists in them. She knew, without a doubt, that she would not be able to slip them past the bones of her hands. Turning her feet, seeing them only in shadow in the darkness, the cuffs on her ankles did turn slightly, a little looser than those on her hands. It made no difference, though, she knew, because they were firmly locked between her heels and ankles bones, and they were not moving any lower on her. Not for the first time, the complete helplessness of her situation sunk in to her.

She tried to make sense of what was happening to her. The things that her captor had said to her made sense in and of themselves. Her father was a very wealthy man, often proclaiming himself the wealthiest man in the county. It made sense that a kidnapper would choose her as his victim. But why all of the rest? Though he claimed that it was part of his plan to ensure that her father would pay, but she knew that it was more than that. It was obvious that the sick bastard enjoyed what he was doing to her. In her mind, she could still feel the touch of his hard cock, even through his jeans, and could still hear the lust in his voice when he talked about her body.

A thought occurred to her while she tried to make sense of it all, and it hit her like a freight train. While the policeman had been careful to put on a mask when he turned on the cameras, to hide his identity, she suddenly realized that he had never made any attempt to hide his face from her. New tears stung her eyes, and she began to sob as she realized exactly what that meant. There was no way that he was going to let her go. She had seen his face. Horror and despair overwhelmed her as she realized that if she didn’t find a way to escape, he was going to kill her.

“No! Fuck you! No! Don’t!” She screamed in rage and frustration when the classical music was, once again, replaced by the hissing static sound. “Somebody help me!”

Jessica raged against her bonds and the cot as the light began to flash again, ignoring the protests of her chafed wrists and ankles as she released some of her pent-up sorrow in the hopeless exertion. She fought the cot and its hold on her and lost as the lights and sounds reached their climax once more before blinking off again.

“Please, don’t do this.” Jessica sobbed, her voice hoarse and throat raw from her screams. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Three… Two… One…” The recorded voice intoned again, followed by another heavy click.

The second burst of electricity was no easier to handle than the first, even though she knew it was coming. Again, he body jerked against the cot in response to the attack as it coursed through her flesh. When the agony passed, she collapsed again, her arms and legs twitching as she panted for air.

“Why are you doing this to me!?” She cried out in frustration, her voice cracking. “I never hurt anyone! I’m a good girl!”

Jessica’s only answer was the return of the classical music, and she sobbed as she lay back on the cot. She wondered how long her captor had been gone, and how long it would be until his return. Her whole body was exhausted from the long torment, and it yearned for sleep, and yet her mind would not stop racing. The soft music that played seemed to be a constant reminder of the electric shocks, and her mind latched on to every slight pause in it to anticipate the beginning of another attack. She struggled to stop thinking about the electricity and to concentrate on finding a way to escape, but every squeak of the springs beneath her dragged her thoughts back to the purpose of her bed for the night.

Somewhere in a haze between sleep and waking, Jessica must have fallen asleep again, because she woke once more with a start. This time, the light had already reached strobe intensity, blinking rapidly above her as she woke. Instantly locked in terror, she tensed as the light and sound show stopped once more.

Another countdown. Another click, and then more pain. This became the pattern of the night for Jessica. The night became a nightmarish tableau of her body’s desperate attempts at sleep, interspersed by the terror and pain of the buildup and attack of the electricity. Sometimes she would wake when the music stopped, and other times only when the current rushed through her body. But always her sleep was interrupted by the same pattern of buildup and then assault.

As the horrible night dragged on, Jessica felt her exhaustion grow more and more real, until she yearned so badly to sleep that she cried. She thought no longer of the motivation of her abductor, or of what her fate might be. All of her world was focused on desperately grabbing whatever sleep she could find between the attacks on her tortured body. Adrift in a sea of torment, Jessica struggled to cling to hope as the night crawled by.


Chapter Three – An Unwilling Pony

Jessica woke again, and immediately tensed in anticipation of another searing jolt of electricity. This time, while there was light, it was a steady one in place of the strobe. She realized that she had been woken not by the beginning of another period of assault, but by the weight of her captor sitting down on the cot next to her. She saw that he was dressed in black as he had been the day before, and once again wearing a mask. The sight of him filled her with both dread and relief; it was the end of her night of horrors, but she had no idea what the day would bring.

“Good morning, princess.” He whispered as her eyes opened, reaching down to run his hands over her bare breasts, picking up right where he had left off the night before. “I imagine you didn’t get much sleep last night, did you?”

“Please… just let me sleep.” Jessica sobbed, exhaustion filling her to the brim. “I’m so tired.”

“If you take well to your training today, I will let you get some sleep tonight.” He answered, continuing to caress her body. “Would you like that?”

Biting her lower lip to hold back tears, not trusting her voice not to break once more, she nodded in response to his question. At first, she was grateful when he removed his hands from her breasts, but then she cried out in terror when she saw him take a knife from his pocket, flipping open its cruel-looking blade.

“Don’t!” She cried out, looking away from the wicked blade and pulling at her bonds. “Don’t kill me!”

“Relax, princess…” He cooed softly, and she felt the cool, flat edge of the blade between her breasts, goosebumps rising on her flesh as he slowly slid it along her skin and under the material of her bra. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“Yes, you are.” She whimpered, wincing as she felt him turn the blade upwards and easily slice through the bra.

“What makes you say that?” He asked, and she saw his eyes narrow slightly as he cut the two upper straps of the bra as well.

“I’ve seen your face, so you have to kill me.” She sobbed, overcome with new tears. “You hid it from the pictures… from everyone else… but I’ve seen it. You won’t let me go, no matter what my father gives you.”

“You’re right, princess. You have seen my face.” He spoke softly, the tone of his voice changing slightly as he tugged the remnants of the bra out from under her, and then tossed it in the bucket that held the rest of her clothing. “But I have no intention of killing you.”

“Right. Sure. You’ll just let me go after you get your money, so I can identify you.” Jessica’s voice sounded small and distant to her as she spoke the words, keeping her eyes locked on her captor as he moved down the cot a little, sliding the flat of the blade down over her trembling belly.

“I’m hiding my face from them, so that they don’t recognize me before I get my money.” He spoke, breaking eye contact with her to watch as he slipped the blade of the knife under the right waistband of her panties. “Once I have what I want, I can let you go and go somewhere where it won’t matter if they know it was me.”

“I don’t believe you.” Jessica whispered softly, a shiver running down her spine as she watched him slice through the material of her panties and then move the blade over to the other side of her hip.

“It doesn’t matter what you believe, princess.” His eyes looked cold as he sliced the other side of the panties, and the chains on her feet rattled as she drew her thighs together as close as they allowed.

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“Wh-what… what are you… Are you going to… to…” Jessica began, but couldn’t finish the thought as he grabbed the remains of her panties and yanked them out from under her, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.

“Whatever you believe my intentions and plans are, princess, you have much more important things to be worrying about right now.” He spoke sternly as he tossed the remains of the panties in the bucket. “Last night, I abducted Jessica Miller, but as of this moment, that has changed, and you had better begin to adjust.”

“Adjust to what?” She rattled her chains, watching as he tossed a lit match into the bucket, the contents immediately bursting into flames. “I am Jessica Miller.”

From under the cot, he produced a coffee cup, and she could see steam rising from inside it. He dipped a thin wooden tongue depressor into the mug and it came out coated in a thick waxy substance. A fluttering quiver ran through her belly as he began to apply the warm wax to the thin patch of hair above her vagina. When the area was coated, he put the mug back down and then covered the wax with a thin piece of cloth. She never experienced waxing before, but she immediately recognized it for what it was, and trembled in anticipation.

“Please… what are you doing?” She sobbed as he reached under the cot again. “Why are you doing this? How is this going to get my father to give you money?”

“This isn’t about the money. This is the beginning of your training.” He sat back up, holding a pair of what looked like black, padded leather mittens, only she could see no thumbholes and they had wrist straps with gleaming silver buckles. “And for the next few days, you are going to need to focus on one thing and one thing only; getting through it.”

“But why?” Jessica sobbed as he tugged the first of the mittens onto her left hand. “Why are you doing this?”

The space inside the mitten forced her to make a fist, curling her fingers into a ball as he pressed it into place. When it was fully over her hand, she watched him turn the key in her handcuff and loosen it enough to slip it further up her forearm. With the cuff out of the way, he strapped the mitten in place on her wrist, tightly closing its buckle and then locking it in place with a small padlock. The whole series of actions seemed strange to her as he worked. He was easily over two hundred pounds, and she barely cleared a hundred. He was definitely stronger than she was. Yet he took no chances at all as he bound and manipulated her. He treated her as if she was a real threat that could actually overpower him if he gave her the slightest opportunity. She realized with despair that unless this changed, her chances of escape were impossibly slim.

While he repeated his procedure with her right hand, she looked at the left. The mitten was too big to fit through even the widened handcuff but she tried anyways. Inside, there was no flexibility for her hand, and no room to move it. Effectively, her hand was now a club, and a padded one at that. When her right hand was rendered equally useless to her, he rose from the bed and moved to kneel next to her feet, picking up a strange-looking boot from the floor next to him.

“You… You like this, don’t you…” She whispered softly, trying to remain calm and fight back tears as he removed the cuff from her right ankle. “You like doing these things to me… tying me up.”

“That, I do, princess.” He replied as he slid the boot onto her foot.

She paused as he slipped the new footwear into place, wanting to pick her words carefully. It was obvious that she aroused him, and she wondered if she could turn that to her advantage, but she felt like she needed to be careful. As her foot slid into the boot, she discovered that its interior was stiff and hard, containing some kind of plate that forced her foot and toes to remain on point. As he began to lace the boot in place up her calf, its confining grip grew stronger, molding her foot to its shape. Looking down over her body, she could now make out the hoof-like shape of the front of the boot.

“Why do you want me to be a pony?” Jessica tried to remain calm as he finished lacing the boot in place, easily recognizing the way that her hands and now her feet were being taken from her.

“For two reasons, really.” He answered as he unlocked her other foot and began to put a matching boot in place on it. “First of all, it’s quite an arousing sight for me. Your body alone is enough to drive me wild, but seeing you bound takes me to a whole other place.”

His words reminded her of the fact that she was now naked, and that there was nothing she could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. A thin trail of smoke still rose from the bucket, which had held the clothes of her former life. Jessica felt him make the final tugs on her other boot, her foot held now in the awkward pointing position. As he stood and moved back to the head of her prison bed, she lifted her foot to inspect the new footwear. The front of it, as expected, was in the shape of a horse’s hoof, but the back of it was unexpected. Though her foot was held in the shape of a high heeled shoe, there was no heel on the back. The heel of her foot would be suspended, she guessed about five or six inches off the ground, with only her toes for support.

“And what’s the other reason?” She asked quietly as he sat down next to her again and reached down to run the tips of his fingers over the cloth and wax that he had placed earlier.

“The other reason is simply a matter of convenience.” She watched, a tremor of fear running through her as he took hold of the top of the cloth. “If your father is not cooperative after the first set of pictures, I’ll need to up the ante with him, and this will be an effective way to do that.”

Jessica cried out in pain as he tore the strip of cloth from her body. The pain was intense but, gratefully, sudden and not long lasting. More than the pain, she detested the helplessness. Her whole body ached with exhaustion. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and wake to discover it was all a bad dream, but at the same time she was so tense that she couldn’t relax at all, terrified of what was going to come next. She was surprised when he reached to her hands and unlocked the cuffs on her wrists.

The moment her second wrist came free, Jessica pushed herself up from the cot and launched herself onto her feet. She imagined herself racing toward the door, knowing that she had to be faster than her bulky captor was. She didn’t pause to think of the fact that she was naked save for the gloves and boots, or how hard it would be to open a door. She considered only the fact that she had been unlocked from the cot and that her limbs were free.

Reality was catastrophically different from her imagination. Her first step left her wobbling, and the second had her falling forward. Up on her toes inside the strange boots, and moving quickly, she could not find any semblance of balance. Before taking a third step, her legs came out from under her and she collapsed to the floor, landing hard on her hip and catching herself with the padded mittens. Scrambling up onto her knees, she started to crawl away until she felt her captor’s rough hand in her hair again. She cried out as he jerked her painfully backwards, dragging her back up to sit on his lap on the edge of the cot, her useless legs kicking out in front of her. She could feel his hard cock straining to burst through his pants as her bare ass squirmed on his lap.

“Poor little princess.” He laughed softly, his breath hot on her ear as he leaned in close to whisper to her. “You’re going to have to learn to walk before you can run.”

“Please… please don’t be mad.” She whimpered as she realized how foolish it had been to try an escape, and dreading what consequences it might bring. “I won’t try to run again.”

“I’m not mad, princess.” He spoke softly, and she quivered with dread as he reached under the bed to gather up what appeared to be a bundle of black leather straps that he placed on her lap. “The fault is my own. Any good trainer knows that if you give a filly a chance to run, she’ll take it. The important thing is making sure she doesn’t get too far.”

“But why…” Jessica started, and then paused to collect herself, feeling that she was losing more of herself with every passing moment and desperate to hold tight to what remained of her sanity. “But why a horse?”

“Horses lead lives of servitude, princess.” He answered as he began to wrap the leather straps around her torso, revealing it to be a harness of some kind. “And mankind’s considerable creative energies have developed quite devious and effective ways to control them. It’s quite natural to apply those tried and true principles to other disciplines.”

“I’m just a girl, though.” She whimpered, her lip trembling as he crossed the straps of the harness between her breasts, making an ‘x’ with a silver ring at its center. “You don’t need… you don’t need all this.”

“You’ll forget all of that shortly, beautiful.” He hissed softly, continuing to buckle the straps of the harness in place around her back and shoulders, the leather digging into the soft flesh of her belly as he tightened it. “By the time daddy pays up, your life will be so much simpler than it used to be. You should thank me, really.”

“Oh sure.” She spit the words out venomously as he finished with the harness, and she winced as he gave each of its many dangling rings testing tugs. “Thanks for everything.”

“Do I detect a little sarcasm there, princess?” He laughed as he reached under the cot and withdrew a short, thick leather band. “But you see, that’s exactly what I mean. All of the stress of your life is now gone. All you have to think about now is serving. Not more pesky life decisions to make.”

“But I liked my life.” Jessica felt new tears slips from her eyes, and then stiffened as he wrapped the wide band around her neck, her mittened hands instinctively reaching up to it. “What? What is that?”

“It’s called a posture collar, princess, and it will be good for you.” He explained as he buckled it in place. The soft but firm leather covered her neck from sternum to chin, cradling the line of her jaw and holding it firmly in place. As he locked it on her, she discovered that she could no longer either turn her head or look down.

Lost in a sea of hopelessness, she began to sob wholeheartedly again, bare breasts heaving as she gave in to her despair. She felt, rather than saw, her captor drawing her right arm behind her back, bending it at the elbow and then pulling her hand up between her shoulder blades. There was the click of a lock as the hand was secured in place. Her whole body quivered as she cried, not resisting as he brought her left hand up to match the uncomfortable position of the right.

“That’s it, baby.” He whispered softly, running his fingers through her hair and drawing it up into a ponytail on the back of her head. “Just let it all out.”

“You can’t do this to me!” She screamed through her tears, yanking at the bonds that held her hands up behind her back.

“Oh, but I can and I am, princess.”

Jessica’s shoulders shook as she sobbed, her captor beginning to wrap a thin series of straps around her head. The thin, soft leather crisscrossed her cheeks, and she saw a set of wide black blinders in place on the sides of her face, blocking out her peripheral vision. Taking stock of her situation filled her with even less hope than she had felt that morning. Her hands were doubly useless to her, imprisoned in the leather mitts and then trapped high up on her back, as if she were praying, only in reverse. Her legs were seemingly free, but her brief experience walking in the boots told her that they were quite effectively restrained. She was almost grateful for the stiff collar on her neck that barred her from looking down, simply for the fact that it stopped her from looking down at her naked body, her breasts and pussy completely exposed and vulnerable in spite of the many strange adornments that he had strapped on her.

“Open up, princess.” He whispered in her ear, one hand holding something metallic in front of her lips while he wrapped the other around her waist.

She opened her mouth at his command, though she regretted it almost instantly. It was a metal bar that he placed between her lips, like a horse’s bit, and it tasted foul and metallic. Worse, though, a projection of some kind stuck out of the back of it and he forced it back until it set off her gag reflex. She fought against its continuing advance with her tongue and lips, and he eased his pressure just enough for it to rest far enough forward not to gag her. He attached the bit to the harness that enwrapped her head with what felt like thick rubber bands against her tear-stained cheeks.

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“Please ta-” Jessica’s attempt at speech was interrupted by fierce gagging. As soon as she released the bit from the hold of her teeth, it plunged back deeper into her throat, and she had to struggle against the pull of its rubber holders to force it back out into a bearable position.

“There, there, pet.” He hissed, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs as she recovered from the gagging, her teeth clenched tightly on the metal in her mouth. “Ponies don’t need to speak.”

Jessica stared straight ahead, though she had little choice, as he lifted her carefully to her feet, rising with her and keeping his hands on her hips. Even in the treacherous boots, he was still nearly a foot taller than she was, and she swayed as she struggled to keep her balance up on her toes. Her feet cried out in protest at the unnatural position and she nearly toppled, leaning into the grip of her captor to avoid falling.

“Take your time, princess.” He righted her again, one hand remaining on her hip while the other roamed down to glide over the firm globes of her ass. “You’ll want to take slow, easy steps until you get the hang of it. I’ll help you.”

Jessica’s cheeks burned red in humiliation as he prodded her gently forward with his hand on her ass. Focusing hard, she brought her right foot forward and it came down on the hard floor with a little clopping sound. As much as she hated doing as commanded, she recognized that she would need to learn to walk in these god-awful boots if she was going to have any chance of escaping this place. Hesitantly, she took a few more careful steps forward, leaning against him for support only when absolutely necessary. Vivid memories of ballet class as a child sprung into her mind. She’d dropped out of the classes at a young age, specifically because she refused to learn to go up on her toes, ‘en pointe’ or something she thought her instructor had called it. Now here she was getting another lesson, though this was not one that she was going to be allowed to quit. It suddenly occurred to her that, if she hadn’t dropped out of ballet class so many years before, she might have been able to make good on her escape attempt earlier.

“You’re doing very well, princess.” He spoke softly, stopping her and stepping in behind her.

As he drew her in close, crushing her bound arms behind her against his broad chest, Jessica’s captor reached around to roughly grasp her breasts, squeezing them. She cried out through clenched teeth as he mauled them with his strong hands. Her powerlessness was overwhelming. Never before in her life had she felt so small and helpless, barely able to even walk, let alone fight back, as this cruel stranger groped and fondled her. Holding tight to her body, one hand roaming down over her flat stomach to tickle it lightly as she panted, he turned her to face another corner of the room. With the blinders and collar directing her sight forward, she had originally missed the rope strung in a rough circle at about waist level, perhaps 30 feet in circumference, supported at various points by metal poles set in the floor, and with knots tied at intervals along its length.

“We’re going to call this a little trial by fire for you, princess.” He patted her ass again, finished with his fondling and directing her toward the waiting rope. “This should be an excellent opportunity for you to get the hang of walking again.”

As she stumbled forward awkwardly, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering how long it would be until he decided to rape her, and why he had restrained himself thus far. It was clear from the way that he reacted to her that he wanted to, she thought with dread and loathing, and yet he had so far abstained from taking her. She tugged nervously at the bonds on her wrists, recognizing how vulnerable she was at this moment, her pussy bare and exposed with no means to defend herself. He stopped her, facing the ring of rope, just in front of one of its supporting poles. Jessica’s heart pounded in her chest in anticipation of what was to come.

“Hhleeezzeee…. Dhon’t” She groaned around the metallic bit in her mouth as her captor lifted her up and placed her back down again, the rope stretching out in front of her, and firmly pressed between her legs.

The rough hemp bit into Jessica’s bare pussy lips as she came to rest on the floor with a light clatter. She cried out, screaming in frustration around the bit, as he crudely spread those nether lips, allowing the scratchy rope to wedge itself between them. When he released her, she wobbled slightly, squeezing her legs together tightly to try to alleviate some of its pressure, and to seek what support she could gain from the taut rope.

“We’re going to try some laps, princess, and keep going until you’ve got the hang of walking again.” He spoke slowly, pausing to fit in his words between her ragged pants and grunts.

With tear-blurred vision, she saw him squat down, leaving her limited field of vision, and then felt his hands run over her legs. As she struggled to maintain her balance, he caressed her thighs and ass, spreading her cheeks as if her were inspecting her. She wanted to scream and rage against him, but the bit continued to threaten to make another plunge into her throat, requiring the constant attention of her clenched jaw to remain in place. The bound girl stood absolutely still as her captor rose to walk around behind her, too afraid of losing her balance to move.

“Three…. Two….” He spoke strongly, and Jessica felt herself step forward immediately, instinctively.

With the hesitant, mincing step, the rough hemp scraped painfully across her vulnerable pussy and she crying out in pain, legs wobbling. Stopping again, she clenched her thighs tight against the rope. Recovering, she couldn’t believe how quickly his voice had made her move, the simple countdown bringing horrific memories of the long night before directly to her mind. The rope was extremely uncomfortable even without movement, particularly because she was forced to lean into it for the extra support that her feet could not give her while trapped in the boots. In motion, however, it was a far worse experience, and her pussy burned from the inch she had traveled.

“Keep moving, princess.” Her captor ordered behind, and she felt something tap against the rope, making it quiver for a moment. “Three… Two…. One…”

Ready for the countdown this time, Jessica forced herself to remain still throughout it, though her body instinctively wanted to move. At its conclusion, she felt something tap against her left asscheek, and then an explosion of pain that rippled through her leg and belly. She screamed as the shock tore through her, and then gagged on the bit as it plunged back into her open mouth. Choking, she lost her balance and fell forward, the cruel rope dragging across her tender pussy until she fell past it, her shoulder hitting the ground hard. She trembled, lying on her side and unable to right herself, one of her legs lifted up in the air and resting on the taut rope. She fought with the bit, her jaw tightening and threatening to cramp as she forced it back into place.

“I expect my commands to be obeyed, princess.” He spoke softly as he reached down to lift her, setting her back on her feet with the rope once more riding against her pussy. “Make no mistake, ponygirl. I will break you.”

As she sobbed and struggled to maintain her balance, Jessica watched her captor move in front of her. Through a haze of tears, she saw that he was carrying a red rod with two prongs on its end that were tipped in metal. She jerked backwards, almost falling, as he pointed the thing in her direction.

“It’s a cattleprod, in case you’re wondering.” He laughed.

Her cheeks red and flush with tears, Jessica struggled to walk forward, her chest heaving with sobs as the rope ground between her pussy lips. Her boots continued to make their clopping noises with each careful step. She tried to focus her mind on something else, anything else, but it refused to concentrate on anything but the pain between her legs and the horror of this captivity. Pausing between each careful step to clutch the rope with her thighs and adjust her balance, she continued her slow pace forward until she felt a thick knot against the lips of her pussy, dreading the thought of trying to pass it.

“Keep going, princess.” Her captor warned her, still brandishing the wicked prod as she stared into his eyes, pleading silently with him.

Closing her eyes tightly, squeezing the tears from them, she pushed herself slowly forward over the knot. Her thighs trembled as the sensation, a bizarre mix of titillation and pain, rushed through them. Jessica’s breath caught in her throat as the rough knot grazed across her clitoris before burying itself in her vagina for a moment before she passed it completely. On the other side of the knot, she paused, a thin sheen of sweat coating her slender body. Pressing forward again, she sobbed as the rough rope continued to bite into her most sensitive flesh, reaching another knot and passing this one more quickly.

“You’re getting the hang of it.” Her captor spoke proudly as she neared the first pole and new anger flashed up in her.

Jessica’s pussy already felt raw from this first leg of her journey, and the insides of her legs ached from the constant effort of keeping herself upright in the torturous boots. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she wasn’t almost continuously forced to rely on the rope for additional support, causing her to ride harder against it than her sore flesh desired. Reaching the first pole, she tried to concentrate harder on balancing in the boots alone, to relieve some of the pain. It was a difficult task, and she was reminded of why she had quit ballet those years before. The boots, in their own way, actually helped a little, giving her a broader platform than just the toes on which to rest, and supplying some support. However, it was still a huge adjustment to get used to walking with her toes pointing straight down and without the support of her heels.

“Soon, you’ll be high-stepping with pride, my luscious little pony.” Her captor spoke, his eyes beaming, as he walked her inch her way up to the first post.

Moving onto the post, Jessica took a moment to recover, able to relax slightly by pressing the insides of her thighs and calves against the cool metal and sitting down slightly on its rounded top. The cool metal against her ragged pussy was a welcome change from the rough rope, and she sobbed softly in relief, dreading the next step back out onto the rope.

“Three…”

She stepped forward instantly as he began to count, wobbling at the sudden movement, but keeping her balance. She winced as the rope bit into her flesh once more. Walking along the rope, she tested the bonds that held her hands up behind her again, knowing that there would be no escape, but seeking to focus on something besides the continuing attack of the rope. Tugging on the locks that held her mittens to the harness, she could feel the straps on her chest around her breasts dig deeper into her skin.

The morning became a blur of pain and exertion for Jessica as she struggled to make her way around the rope circle. As she got better at maneuvering in the boots, the rope itself became less torturous since she didn’t need to press so hard against it. It was still a constant presence, however, sliding along her aching flesh. As she progressed, the knots remained her greatest enemy, the tension of the rope driving them into her and attacking her clit. She trembled visibly at the approach of them, and struggled to get past them as quickly as possible.

Each pole was like an oasis, a tranquil island of peace in the turbulent sea that was the rope circle. She paused as long as her captor would allow at each one, relishing the soothing cool of the metal and slight rest for her legs. In time, she grew bolder, waiting until he reached ‘two’ on the dreaded countdown before thrusting herself forward. As she continued her journey, Jessica’s legs began to tremble from the exertion. She gradually began to stumble more often as the strength of her legs started to give out, forcing her to once again press against the rope for support.

Jessica’s whole body seemed to cry out simultaneously, exhausted and ready to collapse. She felt thin, not with regard to weight, but in a more metaphysical sense; stretched thin and close to her breaking point. She knew that she desperately needed sleep and she was hungry and thirsty, too. Her lower body ached from this cruel torture, and she felt the need to pee starting to build in her bladder. All of it together made her want to give in, to collapse into sleep on the spot, but the fear of another touch of the cattle prod kept her inching forward slowly.

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“Stop.” He ordered, and she winced as she stopped with one of the knots wedged inside her.

Panting, she pressed her trembling thighs together and leaned reluctantly into the rope and knot for support.

“It’s time for your test, princess.” He spoke from somewhere behind her, out of her field of vision. “Before you take it, though, you should know what is at stake. If you are clear-headed enough to understand me, stomp your left hoof once.”

With some effort, leaning more into the rope with a strangled whine, Jessica stomped her left foot and then waited. She felt her captor’s hand on her shoulder, standing close behind her now. Drawing her back against him, he placed a hand on her right breast and began to fondle it gently.

“Good girl.” He whispered in her ear. “From now on, when I ask you a question, one stomp will mean ‘yes’, and two will mean ‘no.’ Understood?”

Face red with humiliation and anger, but willing to bare it if it meant getting through this ordeal, Jessica stomped her foot once again.

“This stable breeds two types of ponies, princess.” He continued, absently twirling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. “And it’s up to you which type of pony you will become.”

On the verge of more tears, brought on by the casual way he groped her body and the way he talked about making her a pony, Jessica forced herself to remain calm. The constant restraint was already getting to her, and it hadn’t even been a day yet. She couldn’t imagine what sort of condition she would be in by the time her father made good on the ransom demands. He couldn’t really plan to keep her bound like this for days, could he?

“The first, less talented ponies, are suitable for hard labor.” His hand wandered down to her belly, leaving her breast at last to play with the rings on her harness. “Since they’re not as valuable, they get food and shelter that are appropriate for their worth. Do you want to see where such ponies live?”

Panting hard through her nose, Jessica stomped her foot twice.

“No matter.” He chuckled, lifting her off the rope to her great relief and setting her back down on the floor. “I want to show you anyways.”

He squatted for a moment, leaving her limited field of vision, and she heard the slight rattle of chain. She groaned in frustration as the rattle of chain was followed by a familiar ratcheting sound, and then she felt the press of something tight against her ankles through the leather of the boots. Once again, she realized, her captor was taking no chances with her. Rising again, he placed a broad arm around her shoulder and began to lead her slowly forward. In the last unexplored section of the old building, she saw a pair of stables built against the wall. He led her to the doorway of the first, and her eyes went wide at the sight of what was within.

“The draft ponies, those laborers I mentioned, tend to be a little more unruly, so they need to be kept quite secure.” He explained as her eyes took in the horrible little room. “And when draft ponies are allowed out of their room, it’s only to work hard at the wheel, which I think you saw earlier.”

Inside the stable, she thought she was looking into a medieval torture chamber, only with a floor covered in hay. Heavy metal chains dangled from various spots on the walls, as well as other cruel-looking whips and paddles. A rough wooden post, square in shape and about as high as her chest, was set in the center of the floor, and it was set with numerous rings and leather straps as well. Against another wall was a large wooden frame in the shape of an ‘x’ with leather straps set in at the end of each arm, and dangling from its center. Two troughs sat on the floor, one filled with water and the other with what looked like some kind of porridge. Though nothing appeared appetizing about the gruel, her stomach grumbled at the sight of it.

“It’s a rough life for a draft pony, princess.” He continued after pausing to let her wide eyes take in the full spectrum of the room. “Would you like to be one?”

Jessica quickly stomped her foot twice, using the support of her captor’s arm around her shoulder.

“I didn’t think so.” He chuckled, turning her and leading her toward the other stable opening. “It’s a hard life, bound so tight all night, and working hard all day.”

The next opening revealed a starkly different room that the first. It was painted in a pale pink, and the floor was carpeted. In one corner, there was some kind of mattress piled with soft pillows. In place of troughs, there was a low table, on which an empty plate and bowl rested. She thought she felt her bladder spasm, yearning for release, at the sight of a white porcelain toilet in the corner. Tellingly, though, she saw a pink leather collar sitting on the bed-pillows, attached to the wall next to it with a long chain. While this room lacked much of the horror of the previous stall, she recognized that she would find no true freedom here.

“Some ponies, special ones, get to be show ponies.” He drew her in closer, rubbing her upper arm as he spoke. “It takes hard work to be worthy, but those who are chosen live much better lives than the draft ponies. Instead of hard labor, they practice their showmanship, and their beautiful bodies are pampered in their off hours. If you work hard and practice your high-stepping, you might just get to be a showpony, princess. Would you like that?”

Trembling with rage at the way he talked about her future, Jessica brought her foot down once hard, paused for only a moment, and then brought it down again. If she could have spoken, she’d have told the sick bastard exactly what he could do with his little pony fantasy-world, but she had to settle for this other form of defiance, turning down both of his offers. She felt his grip tighten on her arm, and then he turned her roughly to face him, his eyes cold slits behind the mask.

“Then draft pony it is, princess.” He hissed angrily. “You don’t get to take the test today, which means you’ll be working for the rest of the day, and spending your night at the post.”

Jessica cried out with clenched teeth as he turned her and hurried her across the room, stumbling with the short chain between her ankles, to one of the large wooden cogs she had seen set in the floor when she first arrived. Closer to it now, she could see a ponderous stone wheel set beneath it, and that the arms of the cog had been outfitted with rings and straps.

“Tonight, after you’ve spent the rest of the day turning this wheel, you can ask yourself if it was worth it.” He hissed as turned her back to one of the spokes of the cog. “When your limbs are so sore you can’t stand, and then when I beat you until you pass out in pain, you can decide whether or not you’d like to try to qualify for the show pony life. Maybe, I’ll give you another chance tomorrow.”

Jessica breathed hard through her nose, a flutter running through her belly at his words, and as she felt him attach leather straps to the midpoints of her bare thighs. As he moved up her body, attaching more straps from the cog to rings on her hips, back, and then to the back of her head harness, she leaned forward against them, using them to help balance in the hoof-boots. When the rest of the straps were attached, she felt him remove the cuffs from her ankles. She tried to relax, to save what was left of her meager stores of energy for the trial that no doubt was before her. Her captor stepped into her view again, holding the cattle-prod again.

“The cog that you’re attached to doesn’t move without your help, princess.” He spoke, his voice icy, as he worked, attaching the handle of the prod, its point gratefully facing away from her, to a metal arm that also projected from the center of her cog. “This arm, however, moves independently of what you do.”

“Hhuck Hyou” Jessica groaned with clenched teeth, the bit in her mouth robbing her curse of most of its impact.

“Maybe later, beautiful.” He winked at her as he finished attaching the prod in place. “The arm is set to move in the same direction as you, and at a speed which I consider quite reasonable.”

He pressed a button on the arm and stepped back to watch as the prod began to move slowly forward, away from the bound girl’s trembling body. Breathing deep, trying to gather her strength, Jessica leaned further into the straps that held her.

“If you work steady, and at a reasonable pace, you won’t even know that the prod is there.” He returned to her side and gave her ass a hard swat. “If you stop, however, or work too slowly, it will catch up with you. I think you remember what that feels like.”

Laughing, he pinched her ass hard, and she squealed into the gag. She watched as the prod slowly moved away from her, knowing that before long it would circle around and reach her from behind unless she got moving. Bracing herself, she pressed forward with her legs, straining to get the cog in motion, but it remained immobile. Panting through her nose, biting down hard on the metallic bit, she thrust herself into the work, pulling at her braces with all of her might. Still, the cog and its stone wheel remained still. Sobbing, she collapsed in the straps, her body coated in sweat and shaking from the exertion.

“Oh, I’m sorry, pet.” The man in black chuckled. “Did I forget to take the brake off?”

Laughing, he pulled a lever, and Jessica heard a clicking sound. When she pulled at the straps again, the cog moved, albeit slowly and with great resistance. Pressing her reluctant legs back into service, she drove the cog, trying to keep the moving arm that held the prod in sight in front of her. It was hard to find the right stride to draw the heavy cog behind her. The damned boots didn’t give her a lot of solid purchase with which to pull, and if she tried to lean too much into the braces and pull with whole body, the attachment to the reins on her head threatened to pull the vile bit back further into her mouth. She discovered that, with the straps on her thighs, it helped to lift her legs up higher as she walked, to get the most use out of those muscles that could be the most effective at pulling. She wondered if this was what he had meant when he talked about ‘high-stepping?’

As she labored, she noticed a couple video-cameras that were set up to take in her Herculean effort, tucked behind a ceiling supports, a red light glowing on each, telling her that they were recording. Was that the next step for her father if he failed to cooperate? Send him a picture of his little girl all done up like a horse and being subjected to hard labor? In other circumstances, she might have laughed at the thought, wondering if her cold and distant father might have thought that some hard work would do her good. Even when he called her ‘princess,’ his nickname for her that had now been usurped by her kidnapper, it sounded cold, more like he was saying it because he felt like a father should than because he actually held her in any special regard. She wondered how he was reacting to all of this. Had he gone to the police? Would he agree to pay the kidnapper’s ransom? Or would he take his chances with the authorities. A part of her expected the latter, and she shuddered at the thought.

Forcing her mind off the painful subject of her father, but not wanting to spend any time thinking about the trials which her sweaty, huffing and puffing body was going through, she focused instead on the idea of the video-cameras. She realized that the red lights she had seen the night before in bed must have been more of the cameras, watching her as she was abused on the nasty cot. The turning motion of the cog and its location in the room gave her a better view of the building’s contents than she had previously had. As she turned, she looked for more cameras, and believed that she counted at least seven more, a couple of which were trained in the direction of her work now. She wondered why he had gone to the effort of installing so many. Surely, it wouldn’t take such an array of equipment just to send a tape to scare her father. And, if all of these video-cameras were in place, why did he use the still cameras the night before? Why not just send him a video.

Panting for air, her legs burning from the constant exertion of pulling the heavy wheel, Jessica whined softly as she noticed that the cattle-prod was no longer in view in front of her. She hadn’t been paying attention to it, and realized only now tha