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  And then she saw the image, and her tiny spark of rage blossomed into a fury within her. There, on the wall across the mill from her, was the picture of her father’s face. Frozen with his mouth open in the middle of his press conference on the flickering television monitor above the stone wheel, he seemed to mock her, to laugh at the torment that he had caused her. She focused on him, her mind swimming in a sea of the fury that filled her, forgetting her pain and exhaustion for a moment.

  “And, go,” her captor spoke.

  Clinging to that anger like a safety line, Jessica surged forward at the sound of his voice. Each high step brought her hoof boots down with a loud clatter against the hard floor as she strode forward quickly and confidently. With every downward stroke of her leg, Jessica expected the sudden jolt of the electrical current, but none came.

  “Excellent work, princess!” her captor cried out, and suddenly Jessica realized that she was at the end of the pole. “I guess you just needed proper motivation.”

  As he came to her and led her away from the end of the testing pole, Jessica staggered, her legs buckling beneath her. Were it not for his hold on her body, she would have fallen. Her eyes closed, she felt him wrap an arm around her waist as he held her while she sobbed. Her body shook against him as he slowly, gently, began to move her again. She felt utterly spent as he half-led and half-carried her across the room, unable to find the strength to do anything more than barely support herself.

  “You get to be a show pony now, princess,” he spoke softly. She moaned with relief as he released the tension of the bit between her lips. “I’m so proud of you.”

  Jessica felt the texture of the floor change beneath her feet and the clopping of her hoof boots ended. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes enough to see that she was in the pale pink room that she’d been show so long ago now. New sobs, born of relief, wracked her body as he led her to the bed and then turned her and helped her sit down on the soft comforter. Sinking slightly into the soft bed, she took long, deep breaths as she felt him carefully removing the harness from around her head.

  “Life is going to be much better for you now,” he spoke softly to her as he dropped the harness to the floor and then turned his attention to the stiff collar on her neck.

  “For both of us.”

  Jessica could still feel the imprint of the harness’s straps on her flesh, but it felt so good just for it to be gone, never to be worn again. She rotated her stiff neck slowly as he removed the heavy collar, feeling how sore her muscles were there. Her whole body ached, and she yearned to just lie back on the bed and sink into oblivion.

  “You’re quite a mess right now, but I think we’ll wait until the morning for your bath,” he spoke as he leaned past her to grab the pink leather collar from where it rested on the bed. “You need your rest now, don’t you?”

  “Y-yes, please,” she croaked softly in response, her voice hoarse, “I just w-want to sleep.”

  Jessica swallowed as he closed the supple leather collar around her neck. It was much softer and thinner than the rough black one she’d been wearing, and she was grateful for the change, though the rattle of the chain that connected it to the headboard offered her no reassurance.

  “You can sleep in just a little while, princess,” he spoke softly.

  A soft whine escaped her as she felt him release her arms behind her back. Shoulders and arms throbbed as they were freed from the difficult position, and she quickly drew her mittened hands in front of her. She rubbed her upper arms with the soft leather that confined her hands. She sat limply as he removed the harness from her upper body, finally dropping it to the floor with the head harness.

  “Lie back, princess,” he told her as he pressed back lightly on her chest.

  Lying back on the soft bed, she closed her eyes and ran her mittens over the rough lines in her upper body left by the leather straps that had enwrapped it. He turned her on the bed as he knelt next to it, lifting her booted feet up onto the mattress. She could feel her mind beginning to drift away as he unlaced the first boot and then slowly drew it from her foot. She wiggled her toes in the cool air, for the first time in a seeming eternity. She could feel the arch of her foot threatening to cramp up on her. She brought her mittened hands up under her cheek as he gently turned her onto her side while he removed the other boot.

  Some small part of her mind felt the vulnerability of her position, naked now save for the mittens and collar, as she lay on the bed, but the rest of her was too grateful to have the horrific implements removed. She was nearly asleep, drifting toward oblivion as her exhaustion overwhelmed her.

  The feel of something soft wrapping around her ankle brought her back from the edge of oblivion. Heavy eyes fluttering open, she looked down over the length of her ravaged body to see him close a pink leather cuff around her ankle, a chain leading from it to the corner of the bed’s footboard. She tried to pull her other ankle away, feebly, as he took hold of it and drew it toward the other corner of the bed.

  “Please, no,” she whimpered softly as he wrapped another cuff around that ankle, her bare foot twitching nervously. “I just want to sleep.”

  Turning to face her as he rose to sit on the bed next to her, he grinned as he ran a hand along the inside of her thigh. She quickly tried to bring her legs together, but the chains on her ankles prevented her from fully achieving contact, and the look on his face sent a new shiver of dread down her spine.

  “You’ll sleep soon enough, princess,” he practically purred, his hand continuing to glide upward, “but first, it’s time for me to put this body to use.”

  “No!” she cried out, bolting upright as a surge of adrenaline energized her, the chains to her ankles suddenly growing taut as she pulled at them. “Get away from me!”

  Jessica cried out as he thrust her back down onto the bed with his weight. She flailed at him with her mittened hands, feeling them bounce off his hard body as she fought him. She screamed hysterically as he moved onto the bed to straddle her, shifting forward until his knees pressed into her shoulders. Hot tears stung her eyes as he grabbed her right hand and yanked it forcefully up to the bed’s headboard. Her spent muscles quivered as he pulled hard, stretching her and then attaching a ring on the mitten to a chain that waited there. She barely fought him as he took hold of her left hand and drew it up to its corner to lock it to the waiting chain there.

  “D-don’t. P-please. Pleeeaaasee, don’t rape me,” she sobbed, pulling at the bonds that held her spread as he rose from the bed again.

  “I’m not going to rape you, princess,” he smiled as he took hold of the hem of his shirt and then lifted it up and over his head in one smooth motion.

  “Y-you’re not?” she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes, her voice cracking.

  “No, I’m going to fuck you.” He narrowed his eyes as he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall down his legs, his member standing out long and hard from his crotch. “I own you, so it’s not rape.”

  “No! Get away from me!” Jessica screamed as he moved forward to climb onto the bed again. “I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you, you fucking son of a bitch!”

  Screaming hysterically, Jessica pulled desperately at the bonds that held her body wide. She felt the touch of his flesh against her calf as he climbed into place with her. Her back arched, every muscle in her body tense, she thrashed on the bed as he leaned into her, the tip of his cock against her belly. Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned her head away as she felt his hot breath on her cheek.

  Shuddering, crying out, she felt his cock glide slowly down over her body toward her nether lips, and then felt it playing lightly across them. She felt his hands move into place, rough fingers grabbing and spreading those lips as he began to slowly enter her. Above her own cries, she heard his loud groan of satisfaction as he pressed himself into her.

  Panting for air on the verge of hyperventilating, she felt him drive slowly inside her as his body came to lie atop hers. His musky scent filled her nos
trils as she breathed raggedly, feeling the strain as he gradually pressed his way fully inside her. A shudder ran through his body, translating through him and into her as he stopped, the full length of his member now within her. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his hot breath on her face again, and then felt his tongue lap out along her cheek.

  “Do you know how hard it’s been to hold back from fucking this delicious little body all this time?” he hissed softly at her. “Do you have any idea how much I have yearned to bury myself in you?”

  Jessica struggled to send her mind far away from this place as she felt him slowly draw back from inside her. She tried to tell herself that, after all he’d done to her here, this was neither a surprise nor her worst moment. But she was filled with revulsion and hatred for him as he plunged back into her helplessly spread and bound body again, and she cried out softly as he drove inside her.

  “But I needed you to earn it first, princess,” he hissed, his breathing growing faster as he continued to rape her. “I wanted to save it as your reward for all the hard work you put into ... passing... that... test..”

  She bit her lower lip hard as he rammed inside her to punctuate his last three words with the driving of his body against hers and his cock within her. He was fucking her hard and fast now as she squirmed beneath him, lifting himself off the bed slightly with each driving plunge into her.

  “Oh, yes!” he cried out, and she felt his body tense against hers, pushing himself up onto the bed as he pressed hard against her.

  She opened her eyes to see him straining above her, his face contorted as he came within her. Jerking in her bonds as he spurted into her, she yearned to reach up and claw the expression from his features as he shuddered. She saw him breathing hard as he remained there, poised over her.

  “That was incredible, princess,” he finally spoke, his voice thick as his eyes slowly opened.

  Biting her lower lip, Jessica whimpered softly as he withdrew from inside her and then rose from the bed, his wet member hanging limply between his legs now. She looked away from him as he moved, focusing on a spot on the wall as she burned with hatred for him.

  “Have a good night’s sleep, princess,” he growled, and she cried out as he grabbed her chin roughly, yanking her face around to look up at him again as he grinned. “I’ll be back for round two in the morning. We have so much lost time to make up for.”

  Jessica glared up at him, shaking in her bonds as he held her face and held her gaze for a moment longer. And then his eyes swept down over her body, and she could feel his gaze on the wet spot between her legs, from which his cum slowly dripped. Chuckling softly, he released her chin and then walked away, flipping off the light on the way out the door to leave her alone in darkness.

  The weight of her exhaustion hung over Jessica like a physical thing in the dark room. Still, she struggled to stay awake at least long enough to process what this new change had brought her. She felt as though this change had signaled something to her, a sign of weakness perhaps. The pony-play was obviously something quite real to him, causing him to actually feel she wasn’t worthy of him until she became a show pony. There had to be some way she could use his instability against him.

  Rising up as much as the chains allowed, Jessica explored her new confinement. The bed was blessedly soft, a stark improvement over the bare springs of the cot. The bonds on her ankles, though soft and supple, were no less confining than the metal ones they had replaced. Her pulling against them only resulted in the rattle of chain, and she could not clip her feet through them. The mittens on her hands remained immovable.

  Resigning herself to the restraint, Jessica lay back down on the bed. Things were better, she told herself. She’d passed his test. She was a show pony now, and that had to be an improvement from the horrific service at the wheel. She could sleep, at least, and intended to take full advantage of that. She would be rested and ready when he came back for her. Rested and ready if he gave her any opening at all.

  Lying there in the darkness, she wondered if he ever would.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dressing the Show Pony

  Jessica woke to a sharp jangle of chain as she felt something pressing into her mouth. Her eyes opened to the sight of her captor’s grinning mouth, but the rest of his features were concealed behind the familiar black mask, telling her that whatever was about to happen to her was being recorded. She groaned, trying to turn her face away from him as he pressed the thing between her lips. She felt the metallic taste of it as it forced her mouth to remain open, its steel arms jammed into place around her teeth.

  “You must be so anxious to see what a show pony gets to wear, princess,” he hissed as she turned her head away from him, and then she felt him work the gag’s straps into place behind her head and in her hair.

  She was grateful to find that nothing was pressing back into her throat as the gag settled into place, but the way it kept her mouth wide open was unsettling, and quickly becoming uncomfortable. Jessica trembled as he leaned back across her body, his hand gliding across her stomach, making her belly flutter as it neared but then passed her pussy without contact to move down her leg. Raising her head up wearily, she watched as he released her left ankle from its cuff.

  “First, though, we have to get you cleaned up,” he said as he turned to look down into her eyes.

  Jessica offered no resistance as he brought her legs together, grateful for them not to be spread any more. His promise from the night before still rang in her mind. Her belly knotted up as she watched him straddle her legs, holding them together with his as he held up a roll of vinyl tape menacingly. Lifting her legs up slightly off the bed, he began to wrap the tape around her thighs, just above her bent knees. It made a squeaking sound as it unrolled and she could feel it sealing into place as it pinned her legs together.

  “I’m going to release your wrists, and I want you to turn onto your belly,” he spoke as he leaned down over her once more, his hands moving to release the chains that were attached to the rings on her mittens.

  Jessica looked up at him as he straddled her lower legs on the bed. Bringing her hands down protectively in front of her, she shied away from him. For a moment, she considered resistance, but she quickly discarded the thought as the chain on her right ankle grew taut, reminding her of how futile any escape attempt would be. Even so, the thought of turning over for him and the binding of her mittened hands was too much to swallow.

  Laughing cruelly as she just stared at him, he grabbed her arm firmly and turned her over on the bed. She cried out as he roughly thrust her down onto her face. With one hand, he dragged her weary arms behind her back, and she winced as she heard the click of a lock between her wrists. She cried out, a mewling sound through her open mouth, as she felt him press her forearms together behind her back, pulling back painfully on her shoulders.

  “So many new experiences for you today,” he growled, and Jessica heard the rubbery sound of the vinyl tape again as he began to wrap it around her upper arms, forcing her elbows to press against each other.

  Only when her elbows were secure did he move to release the cuff from her right ankle. She cried out as he dragged her from the bed to stand beside him, wobbling with her thighs bound together. She looked up at him with wide eyes over her spread lips. The sensation of standing on her bare feet felt odd to her, and her captor seemed taller than he had before.

  Without another word, he dragged her across the small room to the white porcelain toilet that waited in the corner. He thrust her roughly down onto the seat, and she whimpered at its cool touch to her bare bottom. She blushed fiercely as she turned her face up to him.

  “This is your one chance, your first in days, to use the potty like a big girl.” He grinned wickedly down at her. “Do you need to go?”

  Jessica nodded slowly, and then lowered her gaze, closing her eyes as she tried to tune out the world around her and focus on using the toilet. She needed to go, despite the humiliation of doing
it like this. And then she cried out as his rough hand in her hair yanked back on her head, forcing her to look up at him.

  “I want you to look at me,” he growled as he held her gaze, “and to remember that you are only doing this because I am allowing you.”

  Whining softly at the tight hold to her hair, she forced her bladder and bowels to release, despite all of the rest of her desires not to. It was difficult, with her thighs pressed together, and she could feel the mess that it was making of her as it sprayed down into the toilet’s bowl. But she was not going to let him taunt her into useless defiance, and release at a worse time later. She would play his game, and avoid his pitfalls wherever she could.

  When the splatter ended, he dragged her back up onto her feet and out of the room. The mess that remained on her bottom and pussy from the use of the bathroom disgusted her, and she could feel it spreading with each step that should took. She pulled as hard as she could at the vinyl tape on her legs with each step, expecting that it would begin to weaken, but it remained firm against her pinned thighs, limiting her steps as she struggled to keep up. He led her, once more, to the porcelain tub, and she could see wisps of steam rising from the surface of the water within.

  Jessica’s heart began to race as she felt his hands on her mittens, removing them once more and freeing her hands from within. She winced as she slowly stretched her cramped fingers, and then leaned into him as he lowered her into the waiting water. Her whole body relaxed as the steaming water went to work on her aching muscles.

  “You’re filthy, princess,” he whispered softly, noting her relief, as he began to wash her body with a soft sponge. “We can’t have such a special show pony in this state.”

  Jessica looked away as he washed her with a lathered sponge, grateful for the gentle touch and the soothing water. She looked about the room as he lifted her legs, taking in the sight of it all. Next to the tub she saw a wooden device that seemed to be built like a ladder. It was over five feet tall, but different than a ladder because it was equally wide, and with five rungs, each about a foot apart. She tensed, returning her gaze to him, as she felt the swipe of a razor across her calf, and then watched as he alternated between lathering portions of her lower legs with soap and then swiping them clean with a straight razor.