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  “You need to relax, Princess,” he cooed as he finished her calves. “We wouldn’t want you to get cut.”

  As he finished with her lower legs, Jessica heard a rattle of chain, and then tried to pull her legs away as he drew a metal cuff from outside the tub to her ankle. She splashed in the water futilely as he closed the cuff tightly around her left ankle, its chain disappearing somewhere outside the tub. A moment before, she suddenly realized, she had been as close to free as she had been since her arrival, with only her knees and elbows taped. And now, she was once more securely held.

  Closing her eyes, Jessica tried to send her mind somewhere else as his hands moved to unwrap the tape around her thighs. When they were freed, he moved the razor’s attention to them, shaving them as carefully and as cleanly as he had her calves. Placing the razor aside, he picked up the sponge and began to clean her body.

  As before, the attention of the soft sponge was wonderful, seeming to wash away the brutal tortures of her captivity. She let him move the sponge between her legs without protest, grateful for the thought of it washing away what he had done to her the night before. She didn’t resist as he gently lowered her hair into the water and caressed her scalp as he shampooed her. Beneath the water, she took in the tub’s water through her open mouth, ignoring the disgust of it and drinking in as much as she could before he lifted her back out.

  “That’s much better, princess.” He smiled as he rinsed the shampoo from her hair and began to help her up onto her feet.

  Jessica could see now that the chain on her ankle was connected to a ring on the floor next to the wooden ladder-like thing. She scanned the rest of the area as he dried her with a soft towel, and her eyes locked on a new pile of leather on the floor next to it as well. It seemed to be a number of pieces, and all of them made of white leather. They seemed to be made of bigger pieces of leather, unlike the straps that she’d been previously wearing. The thought of being outfitted once more sent a shiver of dread down her spine.

  “I see you’ve discovered your new tack, princess,” he spoke as he discarded the towel and began to lead her to the ladder-thing. “Let’s say we get you dressed.”

  Jessica shook her head, trying to pull away, but his grip was far too strong. In a moment’s work, he had her bound arms pressed against the ladder-device behind her. She cried out into the gag that held her mouth open wide as he lifted up on her bound arms behind her and then slid her arms between the first and second rungs. She was forced up onto her toes by the rung as it pressed in harshly into her armpits. Her bare little toes splayed against the hard floor as she strained to keep the pressure off her sore shoulders.

  Her captor lifted the first piece of leather off the top of the pile and Jessica immediately cried out with fear. It was not the long, slightly triangular piece that he now held that shocked her, but rather the new white pony boots that were now revealed below it. He moved around her. The chain on her ankle rattled as she squirmed against the wooden rungs as he came to stand behind her.

  “Unless you become a draft pony again, you’ll be happy to know that you won’t have to wear those mittens anymore,” he spoke as she felt him draw her arms into the long pocket of the leather device.

  He pulled up on the leather sheath behind her until her arms were both fully within it, her hands forced to ball into fists at the rounded base of it to avoid crushing her fingers. Her breath quickened as his hands drew straps over her shoulders, crossing them between her breasts before drawing them back to the top of the thing.

  She felt him reach inside it and cut away the vinyl strapping around her elbows, and she breathed a sigh of relief as her arms came apart behind her. The sheath over her arms, though still restrictive, was at least not as tight as the vinyl had been. At least, it wasn’t until he began to tighten it. She looked back over her shoulder, shifting nervously on her toes, as he pulled the leather sheath’s laces tighter and tighter, whimpering as her arms were imprisoned almost as tightly together within it as they had been by the tape.

  “A perfect fit, princess,” he chuckled as he finished with the laces, giving her bottom a playful swat, “and I love the way that it forces out those perky little breasts of yours.”

  Jessica could only watch as he picked up the next piece of leather from the pile. This one she quickly recognized as a corset, though she’d never worn one before. Her belly tightened up nervously as he wrapped it around her waist, pressing the firm leather into her flesh. The leather was encircled by six matching belts from its top to its bottom, and she watched as he began tightening each of the belts, starting at the top and working his way down.

  Grunting as the belts forced the corset tighter and tighter into her waist, Jessica’s breathing grew more shallow with each pass through the six belts. And then he would begin again, making another pass through the belts, tightening them even further when she thought there could be no more room to press. When he finally stopped, she realized that she could not take deep breaths at all, and she looked in disbelief at the shape of her compressed waist.

  And then he held another piece of leather, moving this one to wrap around her throat. She whined, a high-pitched and desperate sound, as she felt it close into place like the one she had previously worn, forcing her head up and cupping her chin. The helplessness began to settle in over her once more as she realized that her life as a show pony would be even more restricted than it had as a draft pony.

  “Now that I’ve fucked you...,” he whispered in her ear as she felt his hand glide over the lips of her pussy. “I find myself not wanting all of your naughty parts out there for everyone to see. You won’t hold my jealousy against me, will you?”

  Jessica tried to speak, but could only whimper. Drool slipped out over her chin, her mouth forced open wide by the metal gag. And then she jerked against the rungs behind her as she felt him spreading her nether lips and slowly forcing something inside her. She choked, nearly gagging, as she shook in her bonds. She could feel the new intruder penetrate her slowly. When it was fully and uncomfortably within her, she felt something else, a leather strap, press down over her pussy. She winced as it was pulled up behind her, splitting her ass cheeks. The firm leather pressed against her, holding the invader within her pussy. She could feel another part of it, something cool and metal around the rosebud of her ass.

  As she felt her unchained foot lifted and slipped into the waiting boot, Jessica broke down into full-fledged sobs. She had known that they were coming, but the return of that insistent press to her foot, forcing her onto her toes, was too much for her to bear. Her chest heaved with her sobs as she was consumed by her crying as he buckled them into place.

  “You are almost perfect,” he spoke, soothingly.

  Jessica groaned as he unbuckled the straps from around her head and carefully removed the metal gag from within her mouth. She closed her lips slowly, whimpering as she felt her jaw protesting the change. She heard him moving, but could not turn her head to watch what he was doing.

  “Please, I can’t breathe.,” she pleaded softly as she took the shallow breaths under the corset’s strict enforcement. “Can you loosen it, just a little?”

  Ignoring her pleas, he moved behind her, and she felt him wrapping a series of leather straps around her head. In moments, she could see that her previous head harness was now being replaced by a matching one in white. She opened her mouth obediently as he lifted the metal bit into place and hot tears stung her eyes as she was forced to bite down on it once more to resist its gagging drive toward the back of her throat.

  “Now, it’s time for a final accessory before I leave you to some time for quiet reflection, princess,” he spoke softly to her, and she cried out through clenched teeth as he tilted her forward to lift her bound arms off the ladder-device.

  Jessica clattered forward as he held the ring on her collar. She stumbled, teetering awkwardly, as she readjusted to the pain and torment of the cruel boots. She cried out as he turned her abruptly to face the ladder
. Bending her forcefully, he thrust her head between the second and third rungs of the device, and then she screamed as he yanked upwards on her bound arms behind her. Hot tears spilled from her eyes onto the floor as she felt her hands pulled up almost straight up and down above her, and then heard the sinister click of a lock as they were bound in place there.

  Jerking in her bonds, Jessica could only stare at the floor as she felt him kick her feet wide and then lock her ankles in place against the wooden device. Her thighs trembled from the wide spread as she was forced to remain bound painfully forward by the pressure on her arms behind her. The change in her position, legs so forcefully spread now, caused the invader to shift painfully inside her, filling her.

  “Real ponies have soft pretty tales, princess,” he spoke menacingly.

  Jessica jerked against the wooden ladder as she felt something bristly brush across her uplifted ass. She felt his hands on her bottom, spreading her asscheeks and adjusting the leather band that split them. Suddenly, she felt something new and cool pressing against her anus. Crying out, she almost lost her grip on the bit in her mouth as he twisted the new device as it slowly entered her tight rosebud.

  “You’re really tight, princess,” he cooed softly, “but that will change in time.”

  She screamed as the thing continued to press inside her. The pain was excruciating. Hot tears stung her cheeks, as she thought for sure that the thing was going to split her in half. And then suddenly, it seemed to grow smaller, or at least the part at this unwelcome entrance did. She felt her ass clench down on it as it came to rest. The soft and bristly sensation played across her thighs, and she realized that it was a horse’s tail sticking out of her now.

  “I’ll leave you some time to grow accustomed, princess. When I return, we’ll begin your true training,” he hissed, and she tensed at the touch of his hand to her bare ass. “Then the real fun can begin.”

  As she heard him walk away, the reality of it all sank in to her. The easy life of a show pony had been nothing but another of his lies. She shook with rage and pain against the wooden device. She was no less a prisoner now than she had been before. In fact, she was worse off.

  Time ticked away as she stood spread against the device, her body sore and aching. She vowed to herself that she would find a way out of this. She would find a way to free herself. And then she would make him pay.

  Even to herself, the vow seemed hollow. She was a show pony now, and she braced herself for what that life would bring.

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