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  “My name is Jessica,” she spoke, trying to sound more confident than she felt. She forced herself back up onto her feet, her voice cracking as she continued, “and I am n-not a pony.”

  She trembled visibly as she stood before him in her leather harness, backed as far away as the chain from her ankle would allow. He reached up to roughly grasp the ring on the back of her collar, and she whimpered softly, hating herself for the pathetic sound as it escaped her. He used the ring to turn her until she could no longer see him past the blinders that obscured her peripheral vision. Jessica gasped with relief as he released the locks that held her wrists to the harness, feeling them ache as he lowered them for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

  “Y-you were mad at me last night, or this morning or whatever it was,” she spoke softly, grasping for some means to reach him. He drew her wrists down and re-attached them to a lower point of the harness, side by side at the small of her back. “I must have done something wrong, something to spoil your shoot. If you tell me what you w-want from me, we could… we could work together, and you could make more money.”

  “You want to be my partner now, Princess?” he chuckled, and she winced as his hands moved up along her forearms behind her, drawing them together behind her back. “Starting to enjoy your life?”

  “I’m just trying to come to terms with it,” she answered quietly, hoping to strike a chord with him by using his own words. “There’s no way for me to escape, right? So I should try to find a way to make it b-bearable.”

  He didn’t respond, and Jessica bit her trembling lower lip to hold back more tears as she felt the leather belt wrap twice around her upper arms before he buckled it tightly. The addition of the belt, and the change from her usual position that they represented, frightened her Then he pulled her close, wrapping one arm around her waist as he pressed her trapped arms into his body. A strangled sob erupted through her body as he held the metal bit back up to her lips. She opened her mouth dutifully to hold it between her teeth. There was no point in resisting. She felt the pressure increase as he re-attached the dreaded bands.

  “I was mad yesterday,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers played lightly over her belly between the straps of the harness she wore, “but it wasn’t because of anything you did.”

  Jessica snorted softly as he squatted behind her, his hands running down over her legs and to her boots. Forced to stare straight ahead, she felt his hands at her ankles, and then heard the chain there fall away. The freedom of her legs was fleeting, however, as she heard the familiar ratcheting sound of the handcuffs once more and then felt the press of the tight metal against the leather of her boots.

  “Stomp your pretty little hoof once for me if you’d like to know why I was mad, Princess,” he spoke as he rose back to his feet.

  Panting a little through her nose, Jessica stomped her foot once, barely resisting the urge to stomp it again. She wanted to defy him, if only to prove to herself that she had some fight left in her. At the same time, she didn’t want to pass up this opportunity for insight.

  “By giving in to the financial temptation of your biggest fan, Princess, I was setting your training back a step, and I knew it.” He pushed her forward toward the exit from the post room and she walked unsteadily toward it. “I was angry with myself for making that mistake, but I’ve come to terms with it now, and I have a new task for you that should get you right back on track.”

  Entering the main room of the mill again, Jessica saw that there were a pair of lines painted in the cement floor, approximately 15 feet apart from each other. Lined up behind each of the lines were two wooden buckets with curved handles raised. As they got closer to the first line, she saw that the buckets were filled with water. Next to the first bucket in line, she saw a pair of large steel hooks. They looked like over-sized fishing hooks, though they had round balls where the sharp point should have been. One had a length of black rope threaded through its opening on top and tied in place. He brought her to stand next to the hooks. She could not look down, but she heard the metal rasp against the concrete as he picked them up.

  “You’ve got a simple job to do this morning, Princess. All you have to do is move these buckets to the other side, and those to here,” he spoke as he moved in close to her. “Of course, I am sure you’re wondering how you will pick them up, being just a pony and all.”

  Jessica jerked in her bonds, trying to pull away from him as she felt his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks. She bit down hard on the acrid metallic bit in her mouth, groaning as she felt the rounded tip of one of the hooks press against the rosebud of her asshole. Panting hard, nostrils flared, she screamed as he slowly forced the end of the hook into her tight anus. She clenched hard as it thrust its way deep inside her, until she could feel the length of the metal deep inside her and along the line of her ass between her cheeks.

  “A draft pony’s holes aren’t good for much of anything, so it’s nice to find some use for them,” he hissed cruelly as he gave the rope on the hook a tug, pressing it harder into her.

  Jessica sobbed softly as she felt him run the rope through the many rings on the back of her harness and up to her collar. Each little tug sent spasms through her body as her muscles tried to grow accustomed to the unnatural presence of the thing inside her. He brought the rope around her neck and through the ring in front, and then she felt it go down her front and through the waiting rings of the harness there.

  “I’ve tied the other hook in place in front, though you can’t see it, can you?” he chuckled, and she felt another tug on the rope and then the touch of cool metal against her bare thighs. “I think you’re bright enough to figure it out, but why don’t you let me help you with the first one.”

  With a hand on her asscheek, he guided her to stand over the first bucket, shuffling in her boots with her ankles hobbled. Taking hold of the hook that dangled in front of her, he pulled hard and she screamed as the one in her ass drove itself in deeper. She spread her legs quickly, forced to bend her knees in a squat by the pull of the rope. She heard the sound of metal against wood and then his hand was on her ponytail, pulling her back up to a standing position. As the bucket lifted off the ground, she cried out in pain as its weight was supported by the hook in her ass. When he abruptly released her hair, she quickly bent her knees and gasped with relief as the bucket came to rest on the floor once more.

  “Looks like you’ll have to start over on that one, Princess,” he spoke, giving her trembling ass a swat, “but you don’t want to take too much more time. If you do, then you’ll have to work the wheel, too.”

  Jessica sobbed as she squatted over the bucket, trying to fish for the handle with the dangling hook that she could not see. She could only stare straight forward, toward the other line and its buckets that seemed to be miles away, as she tried to find the strength to endure this new torment.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Near Death Experience

  Jessica lowered herself slowly on trembling legs, listening carefully for the sound of the hook against the bucket’s handle. Each time that the metal made contact with the wood, she would rise as quickly as she could, teetering in the perilous hoof boots as she tried to catch the handle with it. She began to sob again after a trio of failed tries, her chest rising and falling with each gasping cry. She struggled to hold the cruel metal bit between her teeth. Her shoulders and arms ached from being pulled back so unnaturally behind her, and her ass ached from the pressure of the hook buried inside it.

  Gasping with relief as the hook finally found purchase, Jessica slowly began to rise further. She mewled softly, a high-pitched sound of distress, as the weight of the bucket pulled on the rope that led to the hook inside her, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she lifted it from the ground. She felt the bucket come to rest against the leather shins of her boots as she stood upright. With the cuffs on her ankles and their short chain, she realized, she couldn’t spread her legs far enough to get the bucket bet
ween them, and she whimpered softly as she took her first few, hesitant steps.

  Each halting step sent the bucket swinging out and then back in to bang against her calf, made worse by the twisting pressure this sent through the hook in her ass. Every small step was agony as she struggled to keep herself moving. The moment felt, somehow, surreal. She tried to look down at herself, but the heavy collar prevented her. Suddenly, it felt as though a simple glance of herself was the most important thing in the world to her, and her inability to do so felt like it was robbing her of her very identity.

  Jessica stopped as she reached the halfway point of her torturous journey, her heart stopping in her chest as she got her first view of what the buckets awaiting her there contained. Where the wicked thing hanging between her legs now was filled with water, the ones across the line contained rocks. Shaking her head, nostrils flared, she lowered the bucket between her legs to the ground again. Pulling with newfound strength with her bound and mittened hands behind her, she swung the hook free of the handle as she turned to face her captor with wide eyes. She whimpered softly as her desperate tugs produced only the light sound of the lock between her wrists against the ring on the back of her harness.

  “Giving up so quickly, Princess?” he asked as he approached her.

  As she backed away, Jessica felt the chain between her ankles go taut with each fearful step. She felt utterly helpless as the now-empty hook tapped against the fronts of her boots, barely able to walk, her lips and hands stolen from her. But, despite that powerlessness, she couldn’t bring herself to continue with this torment.

  “A draft pony that refuses to work isn’t very useful, is she?” he spoke softly, calmly, as he approached her. “She’d have to be punished severely, and wouldn’t be rewarded with another chance to become a show pony today.”

  Jessica cried out in fear as he reached her and yanked on the rope that was threaded through the rings on the front of her harness. She nearly fell as he yanked her forward by it, her boots clattering on the ground and the hook driving up deep inside her ass again. She tried to muster a look of defiance as he glared down at her, but could only find fear and terror within her soul. This act, she knew, was not born of resistance, but rather of defeat. She simply could not go on.

  “Don’t you want to be a show pony, Princess?” he asked.

  A high-pitched whine of sorrow escaped Jessica as she nodded through the sobs that began to wrack her body. She hated him. She hated this place. She hated the thought of giving in to his sick fantasy, but she also knew that she couldn’t handle the treatment that she’d been receiving as a draft pony for much longer. Her body was failing her, and she longed for that soft bed that awaited her in the show pony room.

  “You’re not really cut out for this hard work, are you?” he asked, leaning in to whisper in her ear, and Jessica sobbed as she slowly shook her head. “You’re built of softer stuff than that. You’re made for pretty things, aren’t you?”

  “H-no! Don’f!” Jessica cried out around the harsh metal bit as she suddenly felt the tip of the second hook touch the lips of her pussy.

  She tried to bring her legs together to stop him, but he was too fast, her thighs coming to press against either side of the leg he’d thrust between them. She staggered, nearly falling, as she tried to step back and discovered he was standing on the chain between her ankles. Mitten-clad hands twitching nervously behind her back, she could do nothing to stop him as he slowly inserted the ball on the end of the hook between her nether lips.

  “Maybe you’re not pony material after all,” he hissed at her. “Since you’re too pathetic to work as a draft pony, and not nearly graceful enough to be a show pony, maybe I should just cut my losses.”

  Shaking her head slowly as she sobbed, Jessica squeezed her eyes closed, trying to imagine she was anywhere else but this place. As the cold hook came to rest inside her, it seemed that this signaled some sort of change within the wicked mill. It was not the first time that he’d entered her there, but this time felt different. His entire demeanor was different. She felt his hand on her back, and then a tug on the rope there until it drew taut; keeping both hooks plunged inside her. He moved around behind her, out of her limited range of vision, and she cried out as she felt the rope twist in his hand until the hooks were buried deep inside her body.

  Thrusting her forward as he held tightly to the improvised rope handle on her back, he forced her across the interior of the old mill. Lost in despair, her mind racing, she barely managed to keep her feet as he led her toward a wooden back door. He held her in place, heart hammering in her chest, as he unlocked the door and opened it. Beyond the door, it was nighttime, and there was a small, grassy clearing with woods beyond it. Jessica’s blood froze in her veins as she saw a long wooden box resting on the grass next to a deep hole that had been dug in the ground. Ropes ran from around the box to a tree above the hole.

  “It’s time for us to part company, Princess,” he spoke calmly as he began to drag her toward the box. “I’ll have to find someone more trainable.”

  Screaming, Jessica tried to pull herself away from her captor, oblivious in her terror to the bite of the hooks into her sensitive flesh. He held her easily, and she howled with terror as he dragged her toward the coffin, the hoofs of her boots scuffing across the ground. He wouldn’t really kill her, would he? She tried to cling to the belief that he wouldn’t get rid of her when she was making him so much money, but in the face of the coffin, this hope was too weak to support her.

  Reaching the end of the coffin, he thrust her forward, and she tripped over its edge to land on her front on the soft satin padding. She squirmed, struggling to turn herself over and look back up at him with wide eyes. Unthinking in her fear, she opened her mouth to plead with him and the cruel bit plunged deep into her throat, gagging her. Her body heaved and convulsed as she choked on it deep in her throat. Her mouth filled with a rush of the regurgitated porridge as she turned sideways to spit it out. Her mouth and nose filled with the vile scent and taste as she struggled to get the bit back in place. Turning again, she looked up with tear-filled eyes to see her captor standing with one hand on the lid.

  “Good bye, Princess,” he spoke down to her.

  Jessica screamed desperately as the lid began to close, and managed to kick her feet up in time to get one boot in the way of it closing. Crying in the darkness, save for the sliver of light through the opening, she felt his hand come to rest on her foot through the boot. Sobbing, she tried to plead with him, but the combination of her overwhelming tears and the gag made her entirely incomprehensible. She shook inside the coffin, her body wracked with her sobs, as the lid slowly opened.

  “But I thought you had nothing left to live for, Princess?” he spoke, glaring down at her.

  Jessica shook her head desperately as she looked up at him.

  “Do you think you can be a good pony?” he asked.

  The words reached out to her like a safety line, and she quickly nodded her head as she cried helplessly.

  “How about this, then, Princess,” he spoke slowly as he grinned down on her. “You get one more chance to pass the test, because you can’t be a draft pony. If you fail, we will come right back here. If you pass, then we will see if you can be a better show pony.”

  Jessica nodded desperately as she sobbed, her chest heaving as she panted through her nose. Opening the lid the rest of the way, he lifted her from within the coffin and placed her back on her feet. She was grateful that he used her harness instead of the hooks to lift her. As she regained her feet, she felt the hook slip from within her pussy, its wet end sliding down along her thigh as she trembled. She wanted to run from him as she looked out at the open woods and the sky above. Even if she could have outrun him in the hoof boots, the cuffs on her ankles made escape impossible.

  “Let’s go, Princess,” he spoke as he pushed her toward the back door of the mill.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The Final Test

 
Jessica stumbled ahead of him in the moonlight, each forward step of the hoof boots drawing the chain between her ankles taut. Her entire body quivered in the aftermath of that terrifying moment in the coffin. Passing back through the door and into the mill, her hooves clattering on the hard floor once more, she could not hold back her hopeless tears as the place seemed to close in around her again. She turned slightly to watch him close the door behind him through her tear-blurred eyes as she shook with the force of her desperate crying.

  “You look so tired, princess,” he spoke as he finished with the door. “But think of the positive side. One more try at the test, and then you can just lie down and sleep. Pass or fail, you’ll be lying down after this attempt.”

  Trying not to think about his words as he took hold of her arm and began to lead her across the interior of the mill once more, Jessica struggled to get a hold of herself. Her exhausted body was shaking and trembling as she walked awkwardly in her bonds. She needed to find strength somewhere or she would fail again, and then it would be back to the coffin. She cut off that line of thinking as quickly as it came up. She would pass.

  “You know the rules, of course, princess,” he spoke as they arrived at the three copper bars. “Of course, it’s just one try this time. Once chance to save your life.”

  Jessica took long, deep breaths through her clenched teeth, biting down on the metal bit between them. He got her into place, removing the cuffs on her ankles. She had one chance instead of three. She wanted to look at him, to find strength in her hatred for him, but the rigid collar on her neck forced her to look straight ahead. She gasped, her body spasming, as he abruptly pulled the hook from her ass, and then felt him threading the rope back out of her harness.

  “No need to make this any harder for you than it has to be,” he chuckled as he worked.