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  Jessica’s fantasy of rescue was interrupted by something new being rolled underneath her. She watched, nearly delirious from strain on her body, as a large circular washbasin came to a stop beneath her. A chill ran down her spine when she saw that it was filled not only with water, but also with ice. Trembling anew in her bonds, shuddering sobs racked her body. She was surprised to feel her captor’s hands on the back of her head, releasing the straps that held the ball in her mouth. She nearly gagged as he pulled it free from behind her teeth, her jaw cramping at the sudden release of pressure.

  “Oh god… Oh god… please, just untie me… let me down,” she sobbed, the words rushing from her mouth in a cascade of misery. “It hurts… it hurts so bad…”

  “Shh… Shh…” he whispered consolingly. “I promised you ice cream, didn’t I? I’m sorry that you’ll have to forgive me the horrible pun.”

  “Don’t do this… please, I can’t… I can’t take any more.”

  “Yes you can, because you’re a big girl now, aren’t you, princess?” he spoke softly into her ear, his hands running through her matted hair, “and this is the last set of pictures for daddy dearest.”

  “But please… it hurts… it hurts too—” Jessica’s words were cut off as her captor cut the rope and she plummeted with a scream into the waiting pool of water.

  The icy water struck her hard, knocking the wind from her lungs. Its cold embrace seized her as she plunged beneath the surface, kicking out wildly with her bound legs as she hit the bottom. She fought frantically against the ropes as she struggled to reach the surface again, finally managing to get her legs underneath her and rise up on her knees. The water level stopped just below her breasts as she strained to get as much of her body as possible above its surface.

  “Cold… Fuck… c-c-cold… God, I’m… get me out!” she cried out as she broke the surface, her teeth chattering behind already blue lips as the shivers gripped her.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up a little first, princess.”

  She struggled with the wet ropes, shivering uncontrollably, as he reached into the icy water and ran his hands over her body. As he groped and fondled her beneath the surface of the water, she felt him break away the dried wax that coated the insides of her thighs, her back, and the bottom of her foot. She winced, though barely felt it, as he plucked the staples and soggy paper tails from her ass. His hands were between her legs again and she felt a tug on the cord to the vibrator as he slowly drew it out of her shuddering body. She gasped when he moved one hand to each side of her neck and began to tip her backwards.

  “No! D-don’t!” she screamed.

  Ignoring her pleas, he dunked her head backwards and she thrashed desperately in the water. He held her beneath the surface, the cold seemingly amplified a hundred-fold, while he rubbed the wax from the back of her neck and then ran his fingers through her hair again. When he finished, he lifted her up in his arms and fully out of the icy water. She gasped for air, panting in short breaths as she left the cold water behind. She pressed in close to him as he cradled her in his arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, desperate for the warmth that his body provided.

  “I hope that your daddy finds those pictures convincing enough, princess,” he whispered in her ear, pulling off his ski mask as he carried her across the room.

  “He… he will… he will…” she whimpered, blue lips still quivering.

  “You’d better hope so. The next photo shoot will be far less pleasant for you.”

  Jessica sobbed as he carried her to and placed her down on the metal cot. There was no mattress on it and she was placed directly on its rusty springs. They creaked under her body as she settled into them. Lying on her back, she felt the little metal springs pinch the flesh of her upper arms as her captor moved her to where he wanted her. She groaned in relief as she watched him begin to untie the rope that circled her right thigh and ankle.

  “Please… I’m so cold,” she whimpered.

  “We’ll get you dried off in just a little bit, princess, and out of these wet clothes.”

  Desperate as she was for warmth, she was terrified by the thought of losing her clothing. She could see the imprints of the rope in the flesh of her thigh as he finished untying it and then stretched out her leg on the cot. His hands moved to the straps of her sandal, up close to her knee, untying them and slipping the straps of the sandal from her foot. She watched as he tossed the sandal into the bucket next to the bed, straps flying wildly like streamers until it disappeared out of sight.

  “You’d look much better in something with heels, you know.” He spoke, almost absently, as he untied her left leg, and then removed its sandal as well, tossing it into the waiting bucket.

  “No, don’t, please!” she cried out as his hands moved to her denim skirt, opening its four buttons and beginning to tug it down her legs.

  “Just relax, princess. It’s not going to do you any good to try and stop me, tied up like you are,” he spoke soothingly, the truth of his words filling her with despair. He drew the skirt down over her slender legs, revealing her sheer white panties, and tossed the wet denim into the bucket.

  “How long are you going to keep me here?” she asked, blushing crimson as she pressed her thighs together, trying to take her mind off what he was doing to her.

  “Daddy is going to get an anonymous phone call tonight that his little princess has been kidnapped and how much I am demanding, and that he will receive a package with proof and instructions. I’m going to drop our first set of pictures in the mail to him tonight, so he should get them in a couple days,” he told her as he bent across her to stretch her left leg out toward the corner of the little cot, reaching underneath it to gather up a gleaming silver cuff that was attached to that corner of the bed by a chain. “On the phone, I’ll also tell him that any attempts to contact the authorities will result in very bad things for you. With the pictures, he’ll get instructions regarding exactly how much I want, and how he will give it to me.”

  “But why mail them?” Her voice cracked, breaking off her train of thought as she watched and felt the cold steel cuff close about her slender ankle, locking it in place close to that corner of the cot. “Wouldn’t it be faster to just drop them off?”

  “Yes, it would, but I want to give him some time. He’ll need it to get the money together, princess,” he continued, moving her right foot towards its corner, and bringing out another of the cuffs, “and I will need time to check all the potential channels and make sure daddy really hasn’t contacted any law enforcement.”

  “Please, can’t you just do the one foot?” Jessica whimpered, pouting and pulling back her foot slightly as he drew it closer to the waiting cuff. “I won’t be able to get away, and it would be… be a lot easier for me to handle…please.”

  “It would also be easier for you if I just locked you in a room by yourself, princess,” he hissed, yanking her foot back into place and closing the cuff tightly in place on it, “but this isn’t about making things easy for you.”

  “So… So… it’s going to be days until you can get your money?” she asked, looking up at him as he moved from the area of her feet to her upper body.

  “Yes, I’d say four at a minimum,” he answered, putting a hand behind her back and rising her up into a sitting position with her legs stretched out in a ‘v’ in front of her.

  “Then are you just going to keep me chained to this cot until then?” she asked, moaning softly as he untied the rope around her waist and then began to slowly unwind the bonds on her forearms behind her.

  “While I am at work at night; yes,” he answered, and she gasped in relief as the coils of rope finally came free from her arms.

  “And after that?” she asked, wincing as pins and needles lanced through her arms while they hung nearly uselessly by her sides. She wanted desperately to fight him, now that her arms were free, but they felt like wooden logs, weak and trembling. And what could she do, anyways, with her ankles already locked in
place?

  “After that, we’ll have a little training time, just in case daddy doesn’t play by the rules,” he said with a grin, grabbing the bottom of her top and pulling it up and over her head, revealing the matching white bra beneath. Instead of fighting him, she tried to rub some life back into her aching forearms and shoulders.

  “Training time? What do you mean?” she asked weakly as he pressed her back down to lie on the creaking springs of the cot and tossed her top into the bucket with the rest.

  “I mean, time to train you properly for the next set of photographs that will be sent to your father.” As he spoke, he took hold of her right wrist and pulled it up to the top right corner of the cot, and she heard the rattle of chain. “But we won’t need those, will we?”

  Not trusting her voice, feeling new tears welling in her eyes as he closed a cuff on her wrist, she shook her head in response. Biting her lower lip, she tested each of the three cuffs already in place on her, the rattle of the chains sending a chill down her spine. A heaving sob wracked through her body as the last cuff was closed in place on her left wrist, completing her enforced spread eagle position on the bed. He moved to sit next to her on the cot, the springs pinching and biting her bare flesh as they adjusted to his additional weight. Looking down on her from where he sat, he ran his fingers over her bare, trembling belly.

  “I should warn you, princess, you’re going to be a very changed girl by the time you leave here, even if your daddy does exactly what he’s supposed to do.”

  “Changed? Wh-what… what do you mean?” Jessica sobbed as her captor’s hand moved from her belly to her breasts, caressing them through the bra.

  “You’ll understand a lot better when training begins tomorrow,” he continued, a finger tracing the outline of her nipple through the sheer material of the bra. “I believe that you are going to make an excellent ponygirl.”

  “What do you mean?” She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists, trying to shy away from him as he began to pull the cups of her bra down over her breasts. “What the hell is a ponygirl?”

  “A ponygirl is something very special, princess. Like any good beast of burden, she wears tack and harness to make it easier for her owner to control her.” He yanked the bra down, exposing her breasts as she cried out. “She performs menial tasks for her owner, as well, excelling at manual labor like her truly equine sisters.”

  “But why!? Why do you have to do this to me?” she sobbed as his hands cupped her bare breasts.

  “What truly makes a ponygirl what she is, and what makes her truly special, is the moment when she forgets that she is human at all, realizing her place as something less than human,” he continued, playing with her exposed nipples and smiling broadly. “The moment when she recognizes that she is a piece of property, to be used as her master wishes.”

  “I’m not… I’m not a piece of property.”

  “You’re not yet, princess,” he hissed, his eyes narrowing as he gave both nipples hard pinches between thumbs and forefingers. “But you will be by the time your daddy pays your ransom.”

  “No, I won’t,” she replied through clenched teeth.

  “Oh good, princess. I’m glad you think so,” he chuckled menacingly, releasing her nipples and then rising to stand. “Because I am going to really enjoy proving you wrong.”

  Jessica looked up at him, shuddering on the cot as she laid spread before him. He moved to the head of the little bed and turned a dial. She was surprised when nothing more sinister than the soft sounds of classical music resulted.

  “It’s time for me to get back to work, princess.” He smiled as he looked down at her. “You should try to get some sleep, because you’ve got a long day ahead of you tomorrow. I’ll let you know what your daddy says.”

  “Please… please don’t leave me here,” Jessica sobbed as he began to walk away, raising her voice above the sounds of the music. “Don’t do this to me!”

  Without another word, her captor turned off the lights and left the room, leaving her to cry softly in the darkness. Only a tiny red light remained above her as the cot creaked beneath her chained body. Her mind reeled with the reality of her situation, and her heart was filled with dread. Her body trembled with exhaustion from the torments he had inflicted on her, but she couldn’t imagine falling asleep. How could this be happening to her? She sobbed as she tried not to think about what his words about the next day’s ‘training’ could possibly mean. She told herself that there had to be a way to escape but the ease with which he had controlled her and bound her so far seemed to say otherwise.

  “Help me!” she cried out desperately, muscles straining as she pulled at the cuffs that held her wrists and ankles. “Somebody please help me!”

  Jessica’s unanswered plea for help reverberated off the walls of the mill and was swallowed by the soothing sounds of the music that continued to play. Sobbing, she laid spread on the creaking cot, losing herself in her misery.

  Chapter Three

  Jessica’s Long Night

  Every time Jessica moved, it seemed like the cruel rusted springs beneath her would find a new and more tender piece of her flesh to pinch and bite. And yet, try as she might, she could not resist her attempts at motion. Her body continually sought some position of comfort or some freedom from the grip of the bonds that held her in place. Only a few hours earlier, she realized, if asked her opinion about handcuffs, she might have winked and said something like ‘Oohh… kinky’ with a playful smile. Now, that innocent opinion was gone, transformed into an utter hatred for the slender pieces of metal and the way they eliminated her freedom and chafed her flesh in their un-giving restraint.

  Though the cot was anything but comfortable, bare springs pressed into her back, there was nothing uncomfortable about the position in which she was lying, flat on her back with her arms and legs out at reasonable angles. It was the simple inability to change that position that made it unbearable. She wanted, at the very least, to reach down and pull the cups of her bra back into place to cover her breasts. The bucket containing her clothing was only a few feet from her head, but it might as well have been miles away. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she lay there in darkness.

  Jessica woke without realizing she had even fallen asleep. Confused and tired, she tried, instinctively, to sit up as she woke, and whined as the cuffs brought her up short. The music had ended, she realized, and the loud sound of static that now emanated from the speakers must have been what woke her from her slumber. She wished that she could cover her ears to help deaden the obnoxious hissing sound and the occasional squeals that interjected themselves, but she couldn’t reach.

  Suddenly, a bright light appeared above her, and she cried out in surprise. Jessica tugged once more at her restraints, frustrated and tired, as the light began to turn itself on and off. The light, intense and white, continued to turn on and off, growing in speed until it gradually flashed with the rapidity of a strobe light. As the light grew towards this frenzied pace, the static of the speakers grew in volume. The squeals, now almost painful at the higher volume, became more common.

  “Stop it!” Jessica screamed, her teary eyes squeezed shut tightly but still unable to block the intense flashes of light. “Who’s doing this!? Why are you doing this to me?!”

  As suddenly as the visual and audio assault had begun, it ended. Jessica was left in darkness and silence once more, collapsing against the bed. Moaning, she opened her eyes to the darkness, and tried to find a comfortable way to lie.

  “Three…. Two…. One…” The voice was recorded, played through the speakers, but Jessica recognized it instantly as that of her captor.

  At the end of the brief countdown, there was a loud click and then Jessica experienced pain the likes of which she had never known before. Her whole body instantly tensed, her back arching as she lifted herself reflexively off the bed on her heels and arms. It felt like her insides were being burned as a powerful jolt of electricity tore through her. She opened her mouth in a s
ilent scream, head thrown back. The charge was mercifully short-lived. When it ended, her body collapsed back into the springs and she felt her heart and lungs begin to work again. All of her muscles twitched in unison as she panted raggedly, whimpering as she recovered from the horrific shock.

  “Oh god… Oh god… Oh god…,” she whimpered as she slowly regained some control of herself. “Please… is someone there?”

  The music began again, the same classical song that had been playing earlier. She trembled as she lay there, her heart racing. She wondered if the cruel officer was in the room with her, orchestrating this attack on her, or if it was set up on some kind of timer. Either way, it was horrific. Would there be another shock, she wondered, and shivered at the possibility. Turning slightly onto her side, she strained her eyes as they adjusted to the darkness, looking for any sign of movement, but finding none. As her eyes further explored the room, she saw three more red lights like the one above the bed, all fairly close to her.

  Lying back on the harsh springs, Jessica explored the cuffs on her wrists with her fingers once more. They were hard against her flesh, and left little to no room between themselves and her wrists. So tight were they that she couldn’t even turn her wrists in them. She knew, without a doubt, that she would not be able to slip them past the bones of her hands. Turning her feet, seeing them only in shadow in the darkness, the cuffs on her ankles did turn slightly, a little looser than those on her hands. It made no difference, though, she knew, because they were firmly locked between her heels and ankles bones, and they were not moving any lower on her. Not for the first time, the complete helplessness of her situation sunk in to her.