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  “Don’t… Oh God, please don’t…,” Jessica sobbed between bites of food, the plate slowly clearing.

  “Am I hurting you, Princess?” he asked, his finger continued to play along her nether lips.

  “N-no,” she sobbed, draining another glass of port, beginning to feel its effects.

  “Then just accept it as far better than what I could be doing to you,” he hissed, a cold edge to his voice.

  She finished eating in silence, her pace slackening as she got down to the last bits of food. She hated the feel of his hands on her body, the way she could do nothing to stop him from touching her most private and intimate areas. But she also realized that he was right. In her short time here, she’d learned just how miserable he could make her life, just how much he could hurt and torment her. She didn’t look forward to what might follow this reprieve. He didn’t seem to object to her slower pace, seeming to be more than content to grope and fondle her helpless body, refilling her glass whenever she emptied it. At long last, she finished the last on her plate and set down her fork and knife.

  “Did you enjoy your dinner, Princess?” he asked, his hand on her inner thigh now.

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “Then let’s get you ready for bed.”

  “Oh yes, please. I’m so tired,” she nearly sobbed.

  With the turn of the keys, he released her wrists from the table. She didn’t resist as he drew them back behind her again, locking them again in the familiar handcuffs. Unbuckling the straps on her thighs, he placed her booted feet back on the ground and then released her belt from the chair, helping her slowly to her feet. She groaned as the dildo was slowly left behind, gasping as her lips were allowed to close once more. Taking her first steps, she could almost still feel it inside her. They walked silently back to the post room, and she whimpered softly at the sight of the hay-covered floor and the rough wooden post.

  “But you said… you said I could sleep on… on a bed…,” she sobbed softly as he moved her to the post and wrapped a heavy leather collar around her neck, forcing her up onto her toes, facing and up against the rough wood. “I was good. I did what you wanted.”

  “Shhh…” He quieted her with a finger to her lips, and then picked up the black leather mittens that she had worn earlier. “We’re just here to get you ready for bed. You will be sleeping on a bed tonight. Just relax.”

  Jessica looked in fear at the leather mittens, and then felt him press the fingers of her right hand back into the ball shape before wrapping them back in the tight leather. Her body spasmed involuntarily as he enclosed her hand once more, and then did the same to the other. She hadn’t been crazy enough to think that the damned things wouldn’t be returning, but it was still demoralizing to actually have them back in place. Removing the cuffs from her wrists, he finished with the mitten attachments, locking their wrist straps.

  “You really don’t like these things, do you?” he asked as he cinched them in place.

  “I fucking hate them,” she spat out the words.

  “Such a naughty mouth,” he laughed, his hands moving up to her shoulders and slowly drawing the straps of the tank top down her arms.

  Jessica’s body shuddered, goose bumps rising on her flesh, as he bared her breasts once more, pulling the top down her body to pool around her ankles. She moved her mittened hands to her breasts, placing them between the rough wood and her body. Closing her tear-filled eyes tightly, she felt him release the belt and then drop the skirt down to meet the top. His hands glided down her legs, lifting each foot out of its boot and then placing them back on the ground. When she felt him slide her right foot back into the awful pony boot, her sobbing turned to full-fledged crying. Cheek pressed against the rough wood, she bawled helplessly, overwhelmed with misery as her toes were once again forced to an uncomfortable point.

  “There, there, Princess,” he said soothingly, finished with the boots, letting go of her legs, and leaving her to once again struggle for balance. “You’re going to have to get a hold of yourself or you’ll never make it.”

  “Make it to what?” she cried hysterically. “There’s no hope. There’s no anything for me anymore. Just this fucking pony shit until I go crazy.”

  Rising to his feet, he began to strap the harness onto her upper body again, the tight leather straps digging into her flesh as before. Next came the harness for her head, wrapping around her face and neck as he released her from the collar that held her to the post. She stood on wobbly legs as he buckled the last of the straps in place, grateful that he didn’t attach the horrid bit between her lips.

  “That’s it, isn’t it?” she sobbed, beginning to get some control of herself. “Just days and days of this until what? Until you get tired of me and kill me like my dad wanted?”

  “Oh, I’d never kill you, Princess,” he laughed, gripping her upper arm, and helping her out of the post room on wobbly legs.

  “Then what? You’ll just keep me forever?”

  “Not forever, I don’t imagine. I’ll probably get bored of you before then,” he spoke as he led her, “but you’re too valuable to dispose of. After I’ve had my fill, I’ll just sell you.”

  “S-sell me? What?” she cried out.

  “Sure, Princess. There’s always a good market for a well-trained filly, though it will be quite some time before you’re properly trained.”

  “You can’t…. You can’t… do this to me!” she cried out, almost tripping as she stumbled in the horrible boots. “I’m not some fucking piece of property! I’m a human being!”

  “You just keep believing that as long as you can.”

  “No! No fucking way!” Jessica screamed, trying to pull away when she suddenly realized that her captor had led her back to the cruel metal cot of the first night.

  Jessica fought desperately as he dragged her bodily to the cot, screaming in terror and rage. He controlled her easily, though, knocking her off balance to crash down on the bare springs. Climbing on top of her, his weight pressed her hard against the springs. He grabbed her left wrist with both hands and drew it up to the corner of the cot. She punched at his chest and face, ineffectually with her other mittened hand, unable to get enough leverage for a decent blow. Her legs kicked wildly as she squirmed beneath him.

  “No! Stop it!” she screamed as the cuff ratcheted closed on her wrist, locking it in place at the bed corner. She fought like a banshee, fueled by desperation, but could not stop him from spreading her slender body out to the four corners of the cot and locking her in place.

  “I promised you a bed, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

  “Go to hell, you sick fuck!” she screamed. “I’ll kill you! I swear to God, I’ll kill you!”

  With a wink and not another word, he turned from her and left her on the cot.

  Chapter Ten

  The Second Test

  Jessica panted hard as she lay back on the bare springs of the cot. Her heart pounded in her chest, a result of both the terror of what she knew was coming, and her intense hatred of the man who was doing this to her. The scene played out as it had the first night she had been locked in place. The familiar music started up as if on cue as her captor left her alone in the dark. On some level, it felt like it had been a lifetime ago that she had first experienced this particular torture. So much had happened since then. She couldn’t believe just how much her life had changed in that time, and she realized that she really didn’t know how long it had been.

  A sob wracked the cuffed girl’s body as the music abruptly ended and was replaced by the hissing static sound. She fought desperately against the tight steel that locked her in place, thrashing against the cot as the flashing light began above her, though she knew that her struggle was in vain. As the light reached strobe intensity, both it and the screeching static came to an end. Jessica’s whole body tensed in dreadful anticipation.

  “Three….. Two….. One….,” the recorded voice announced solemnly.

  Jessica jerked in surprise as a su
dden burst of cold water rained down on her from above. Tensed for an electrical assault, the freezing water was an unexpected surprise as it sprayed her exposed body, causing her to gasp. The tension left her body as she began to shiver, collapsing back against the cot.

  “Oh God… thank God...,” she whimpered in relief.

  The surge of electricity that suddenly flashed through her body was all the more horrific because of her thoughts of reprieve, and the wetness of her body. As the cot sent the current through her, she jerked up reflexively, arching her back as her mouth opened in a silent scream. She could feel the electricity racing through the water that coated her body like a hunter seeking its prey, sizzling through her most tender spots.

  Jessica collapsed back against the cot as the current shut off, a long whine emanating from somewhere deep within her. The springs groaned with the return of her body’s weight. She cried, her whole body trembling as she recovered from this new, crueler assault. Turning slightly onto her side as she bawled helplessly, Jessica tried to imagine how she would make it through the night with her sanity intact. Exhaustion was already threatening to overwhelm her, both physically and mentally. She had no idea how long she’d actually slept in the time since her capture, but it felt like she had not at all. She yearned desperately for the sweet surrender of sleep, but her mind reeled with terror. Each groan of the cot’s rusty springs and clink of the chains that held her arms and legs wide reminded her of the horror that awaited her when the music ended.

  Jessica lost track of how many times she suffered the assault of the water and electricity throughout the night, but it was somewhere closer to ten than five. She wasn’t even sure if she had really slept, feeling always that she was locked in a nightmare world between sleep and waking. She started hallucinating somewhere during the night, at one point imagining that she saw several shadowy figures standing above her cot. When she cried out to them for help, they evaporated like smoke, and she was left alone with her thoughts and terror.

  Half awake, she heard the approach of footsteps just as the music cut off again. Straining against the cuffs, she propped herself up enough to see her captor approach, dressed again in the black clothing and mask. As she watched him slowly approach, she heard the static sound beginning.

  “Please, no more. Just please let me up,” she sobbed, body quivering in anticipation as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Oh God, just let me up.”

  He walked slowly, silently, as she thrashed desperately against the cuffs. The light flashed faster and faster as she screamed hysterically, and then the recorded voice shared its countdown with her. As the water sprayed down, she gazed pleadingly at her captor with wide, tear-filled eyes, but could see no pity reflected in his. He stood above her, masked and aloof, as the surge of electricity tore into her body, and she shook in its terrible clutches.

  “Another long night, eh, Princess?” her captor asked as he reached down to run his fingers through the sections of her hair that peaked past the leather straps of her harness.

  “Wh-why… Oh please, why are you doing this to me?”

  “Because you’re just a work pony, Princess,” he spoke gently, his voice soothing, “and nobody cares about a work pony’s feelings. Would you like to be more than that, Princess?”

  “Yes, please. Just no more of this.”

  ““Then let’s go try the test again.”

  “What? Now?” she whimpered, her voice cracking as she looked up at him. “But I’m so tired. I couldn’t… I couldn’t possibly do it…”

  “Then you just give up for today? I understand, Princess. Let’s just get you to the wheel then.”

  “No!” she cried out, hot tears stinging her eyes as she pulled at her restraints. “Just, please, let me rest a little. Then I’ll be ready.”

  “Rest is not an option. You live to serve, and to work. It is either time to try your test again, or to get to work.”

  “I’ll…. I’ll try then,” she sobbed, “but… but can I go to the bathroom first?”

  “After your test, Princess,” he laughed softly, and she winced, her bladder already aching. “If you pass, you will be able to shower and use the bathroom before we get you ready. If you fail, you can just piss yourself at the wheel again, since you seem to like that so much.”

  Blushing crimson, she looked away from him as he leaned over her to unlock her booted ankles from their corners of the cot. She turned back to watch as he locked another pair of cuffs between her feet again. Turning around, he leaned the other way, unlocking her wrists from the cot and helping her to sit up next to him with her hoof-boots clacking on the floor. She didn’t resist as he turned her to face away from him as they sat, and then drew her arms behind her back. Once more, she felt them drawn up awkwardly between her shoulder-blades and attached to the back of her leather harness.

  “Can I… Can you please let me sleep after?” Jessica whimpered softly as she felt the high leather collar wrap around her neck, forcing her to stay looking forward once more.

  “You’re looking too far forward, Princess,” he whispered softly to her as he added the blinders to the sides of her head harness, limiting her vision once more. “You need to focus on passing your test. The rest of your day hinges on that test. Now open up.”

  Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and let him place the vicious metal bit back between her teeth. She bit down hard on it as he attached its rubber straps to the side of her harness. Already she could feel her jaw tightening to resist the gag’s impulse to plunge down into her throat. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she panted through her nose. Every inch of her body protested at the thought of more of this horrible labor, but she knew she could do nothing to avoid it save passing the test.

  “Ok, come on now, Princess.” He clipped a leash to the front of the collar and drew her up with him as he stood, giving it a playful tug.

  Humiliated and exhausted, she followed him on the short leash until they reached the familiar arrangement of three copper tubes. She felt a flutter of nervousness in her belly as he lined her up to stand at one end with the wicked bar between her legs, and the others next to her hips. Squatting down, he removed the cuffs from her ankles.

  “You get three tries to high step to the other end in less than fifteen seconds, Princess,” he reminded her, giving her ass a swat. “If you fail, it’s another day as a work pony for you, toiling at the wheel. If you succeed, you become my pretty little show pony. Begin.”

  Jessica took only a moment to steady herself before beginning, fearing the time limit. She began slowly, raising her foot high until her upper leg was parallel to the floor before setting it down and raising the other, the first two steps covered slowly but surely. The next step was harder to make, her footing less sure as it had just come down, and she cried out as she teetered, her inner thigh grazing the bar between her legs. The electrical shock surged into her, but she managed to keep her jaw clenched on the bit as she screamed.

  “Back up and try again, Princess,” his voice chuckled behind her.

  Panting through her nose as she recovered from the attack to her soft inner thigh, she backed up again, grateful that the bar was now deactivated. When she had reached the starting spot, she began again, high-stepping forward a little more slowly than before. She took the time to carefully plant her booted foot with each step, unable to look down to see the bar between her legs, but focusing on keeping herself moving exactly straight forward. Her legs felt like they were made of lead as she raised them for each step, trembling with the exertion of lifting the heavy boots after so much time without sleep. She plodded forward with great effort, watching hopefully as the end of the track drew near.

  “That’s time, Princess. You can back up and try again.”

  Jessica broke down into tears as she slowly backed toward the beginning, shuffling her booted feet. She had been so close, nearly at the end. Had it really been fifteen seconds, or was this just another of his cruelties? Sobbing, tears flowing down her chee
ks and onto her bare breasts, she began again. She walked faster this time, focusing on the target, but her legs were too tired for the exertion. They trembled with the high steps, and she came down clumsily, a boot buckle clanging against the tube. Sent off balance, she collided with the tube, screaming as it sent it wicked assault directly into her pussy.

  “So sad,” he laughed behind her as she doubled over, her belly coming to rest against the pole for a moment before she fell to the floor in a screaming heap.

  The gag plunged down into her throat as she cried out, and she gagged on it. Dry heaves wracked her body as she struggled on the floor. Her captor reached her, dragging her by the hair back up onto her feet as she forced the nasty metal back out and between her teeth.

  “I imagine you’ll only need a couple more tries to pass, Princess.” He smiled as he looked down on her, his hand absently fondling her bare breasts. “Just think about it. Only a couple more days of hard labor for you. Now, let’s get you to the wheel.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Back at the Grindstone

  Jessica struggled against her captor as he led her toward the waiting wheel, but the attempt was futile. Within minutes, she was once again strapped in place to the heavy wooden cog, its second arm standing before her. He smiled as he set the cattle prod in motion ahead of her, his hand absently fondling her bare breasts.

  Without another word, he stepped back, and she strained forward against the straps. It took everything that she could muster to set the wheel in motion, her body already feeling ready to collapse when she was just beginning. She pressed forward with all her might, watching helplessly as she failed to keep pace with the second arm and its wicked prod. Halfway around, a television flickered to life. She saw herself on its small screen. She immediately recognized the picture as the scene from the night before, now edited. She saw herself enter the room, twirl for the camera, and then move to the chair and sit. It was impossible to know, she realized, that she had been bound throughout the whole scene.