The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (6 page)

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. Once again, his features were obscured by a ski mask. The
sight of him filled her with both dread and relief.
 
His return signaled 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, goose bumps 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 replied,
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.
 
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 the bonds allowed.  

“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 mitten 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, quickly recognizing 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. No more pesky life decisions to
make.”