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  “You need some food and water, princess,” he said as he rose from her back, but only after clicking something in place on the back of her harness. “Eat and drink your fill, and I will see you in a little while. I have a couple things to prepare.”

  Without waiting another moment, ignoring the humiliation of drinking from a trough, Jessica plunged her face into the water. The blinders, still attached to her head harness, dipped into the water as she lapped and sucked at it greedily. Her parched mouth felt rejuvenated by the cool water. Her thirst sated, she moved over to the food trough, more skeptical about what it contained. Carefully lowering her head into it at an angle that wouldn’t plunge any pieces of the harness into the stuff, she tasted a bit of the porridge with her lips and tongue. It was bland, tasting only of oats, but there was nothing to offend about it, so she ate. When she had her fill, she moved back to the water trough, drinking again and using the water to wash the oatmeal residue from her chin.

  Still sore, but feeling better than she had in some time, she turned over to sit in the hay, her back against the wall of the stall. Looking up, she saw that he had attached her back to a black rope that led up to a pulley attached to one of the exposed ceiling beams. When she moved it played out line, drawing it back in when she got closer to it. She was sure that it would not give her much slack to go far. Her mittened hands dangled in front of her, and she took this first opportunity to actually look at the mittens up close and see if there was any chance of removal. They had buckles like a belt on them, and she was hopeful for a moment that she might be able to open one with her teeth, but that hope dissipated when she saw that there were small locks on the buckles that prevented them from moving. Try as she might, they were not coming off.

  Looking down over her body, she was disgusted by the state of her legs. She could feel the stickiness on them where her urine had dried, and she wanted to wash them off in the trough, but decided against it, unsure of when, if ever, he would be replacing its supply of water. She tugged angrily at the familiar handcuffs that imprisoned her ankles over the boots. As expected, there was no escaping from the devices in which she was held. Giving up on any chances of freedom, but making the most of the situation given her, she curled up on her side on the floor in the hay, resting her head on her mittened hands, and let her exhaustion sweep her away.

  Chapter Six

  Clean Up

  Jessica woke with an exhausted sob, crying out pathetically as she felt her body being dragged across the scratchy hay that covered the floor of her nightmarish prison. On her side as she was dragged, she struggled mightily against the restraints that held her so tightly, but they offered no mercy. Her body ached from the long confinement, and she yearned desperately for the oblivion of unconsciousness, the waking world promising only more horror.

  “Did you have permission to sleep, Princess?” Her captor’s voice rasped threateningly above her, and she whimpered softly as she struggled to halt her slide, looking up to see him wearing the black mask again. “You’ll have to be punished for that.”

  “No!” she screamed, hot tears stinging her eyes as she fought her way onto her hands and knees, crawling after him as he pulled her by the rope that had leashed her to the ceiling earlier. “Please, don’t! Oh god… I’m so… I’m just so tired… I can’t handle this.”

  Ignoring her cries, he led her into a shower stall that was tucked behind the stable. Its polished white tiles were cool beneath her knees as she entered. Exhausted, panting for air, she fought desperately to hold back the hysteria that threatened to overwhelm her as she saw more chains and cuffs attached to the ceiling, walls, and floors. As the pace of her breathing increased, she felt her hold on her sanity slipping. This couldn’t be happening to her. This insane world could not be reality.

  “Since I’ve got to get you cleaned up anyways, we’ll just kill two birds with one stone in here.” He spoke, raising his voice slightly above her crying, and her body spasmed as a rusted, heavy iron cuff closed around her booted ankle, its chain leading to a ring bolted to the floor.

  “Don’t! NO!” Jessica shrieked hysterically, the heavy chain rattling softly as she yanked at it in terror and frustration.

  Jessica kicked out wildly at her captor as he released the handcuffs with their short chain from her ankles. Deflecting the blow of her hoofed boot with one hand, he grabbed her ankle with the other, yanking it out from under her so that her ass came down hard on the floor. Screaming helplessly, she could only watch through eyes blurred by tears as he closed a heavy, matching cuff around her other ankle.

  “Pleeeeaaaase…,” Jessica groaned between gasping sobs. “Don’t do this. Just… Just… Just let me go-oh.”

  With her ankles locked in place, Jessica’s captor grabbed her arm and lifted her up on to wobbly legs. Trembling with fear, she looked up into his cold eyes as he steadied her for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled sob escaped her. Misery held her like a living entity, robbing her of any thoughts but it, overwhelming her with its strength. Unlocking her mitten-shrouded left hand from the chain that kept it close to her chest, he stretched her arm out toward one of the walls, gathering a cuff and chain from that wall, and bringing the two to meet. The cuff closed around her wrist, locking it in place.

  “Daddy will definitely want pictures of shower time, won’t he, Princess?” he spoke cruelly as he repeated the process with her right hand, the chains now holding her standing spread wide inside the gleaming white stall.

  Jessica didn’t answer, struggling instead to get a hold of herself as he slowly began to remove the leather harness from her head. She focused on one word: Daddy. It was a reminder to her that there was an end in sight to this house of horrors. Her father would pay him, and then the sick fuck would let her go. His hands moved over her body as he removed the straps of her harnesses, freeing her head and torso of their tight grip. She could see the angry red lines it had left in the soft flesh of her upper body.

  “Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Jessica stammered, fighting to regain control of herself as the leather was removed from her.

  Though the harness on her upper body had offered her body no real concealment, she still regretted its loss, blushing as the full exposure of this spread position became uncomfortably obvious to her. Wearing only the mittens and boots now, she rattled the chains that held her arms and legs wide. Her small breasts trembled with each shuddering breath. She shook her head gently, trying to shake free her matted hair as it clung to her cheeks.

  “C-can you please take these things off my hands?” she asked softly, her captor’s silence un-nerving. “I can’t… I can’t feel my – Oh FUCK!”

  Jessica’s quiet plea was replaced by a shocked scream as the shower head opened above her, releasing a torrent of freezing water down onto her body. She convulsed, gasping as she tried to catch her breath as her chest constricted under the frigid flow. She jerked in the un-giving chains, crying out as the touch of a rough-bristled brush was added to the water’s caress. Holding the long-handled brush in both hands, her captor vigorously scoured her body. Her skin burned where the soapy head of the brush ravaged her soft flesh.

  She nearly collapsed as the brush plunged between her legs, its wielder oblivious to her cries as he tortured her most sensitive flesh with its rough bristles. She fought desperately against the chains, squirming helplessly, as the cruel brush explored every inch of her exposed flesh. Jessica closed her mouth and lips, whining in protest as he raked it across her face and neck. Through it all, the cold spray of water rained down on her, making her teeth chatter and wracking her slender body with shivers.

  When the flow of water finally stopped, and the brush ceased its attack, Jessica could only collapse in her bonds, her body held aloft by the chains as she shook with cold. Lips blue, the flesh of her body red, she looked up pleadingly at her captor as he stepped in close to her. Instinctively, she pressed close against him, her body desperate for the warmth of his as he wrapped
an arm around her, his hand coming to rest casually on her bare ass.

  “Now, I’d imagine that would have been a bad enough experience on its own, Princess, but you’ve gone and made it worse by earning some punishment,” he spoke softly, his voice almost a whisper, and her ass clenched as his hand explored it. “Though, you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself about earning it. To be honest, I’d have been probably been too unable to avoid the temptation of whipping you anyways, all strung up like you are.”

  “Wh-whipping… m-m-me?” Jessica stammered through chattering teeth. “N-no… please… I’ll… I’ll do… anything.”

  “Anything? Will you beg me to fuck you up the ass then?”

  The words came from his mouth so casually that they stunned her, and she could only look up at him with wide eyes. Gasping, she shifted forward slightly, as much as the chains allowed, as she felt one of his fingers slip between her smooth asscheeks, its tip coming to rest against her anus.

  “What about it, Princess?” he hissed cruelly, the finger twisting as it pressed against her tight rosebud. “Would you rather I just shove my cock up inside your ass?”

  “Don’t! Get away from me!” Jessica shrieked, her voice echoing in the enclosed tile stall, as she struggled to avoid the press of his finger.

  “You see. They always say that they’ll do anything,” he whispered, removing his hand from her ass, “but only until they find out what that really means.”

  Jessica hung from the chains, sobbing uncontrollably. She wanted to curl up in a corner, to hug herself for warmth, and to forget the cruel reality of this place, but the cuffs on her wrists and ankles held her wide and helpless. Bone weary, sore and cold, she couldn’t imagine undergoing any more of his torture.

  “P-please,” Jessica sobbed softly, her voice interrupted by terrified gasps, “don’t do … this. Don’t … do this … to me.”

  When she saw him raise the slender rod with which he had struck her on that first fateful evening, Jessica squirmed helplessly in her bonds. The leather of her mittens creaked as she pulled desperately against the heavy cuffs that held her open to the approach of the rod. Tears streamed from her eyes as she watched him raise it high.

  “Oww! Fuck!” Jessica screamed as the tip of the slender rod came down hard across her breast, throwing her head back as she cried out. “Oh God, it hurts!”

  She shook futilely in her bonds as he lashed her cruelly with the rod, strikes raining down across her breasts and stomach. Sobbing hysterically, she could do nothing to avoid or repel his attack as he worked over her body. She watched as angry red welts began to rise on her flesh under his brutal assault. When he finished, dropping the rod to the tile floor with a clatter, she was barely clinging to consciousness, dangling in the chains. She winced as he stepped in close to her again, running his hands over the marks of the lashing on her trembling body. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her bare hip, straining to break free of his black pants.

  “Are you ready for your test, Princess?” he whispered softly as he continued to fondle her body. “Would you like to see if you might be show pony material?”

  Sobbing, she nodded her head in answer, eyes downcast. She watched his fingers on her body. Smiling, he released the cuffs from her wrists. She didn’t resist as he drew her hands behind her back and locked the rings of her mittens together. Bending over, he released her ankles from their cuffs as well, and she was able to bring her legs together. Without the support of the chains, it was more difficult to keep her balance in the boots, and she wobbled slightly before gaining her footing. With a hand firmly on her upper arm, he led her out of the shower and to the open area in the center of the room.

  Chapter Seven

  The First Test

  Jessica looked fearfully around the room, her heart pounding in her chest. Where before had stood the bathtub and other implements of her torture, now there was a trio of copper tubes, set up parallel to the ground and to each other. The two outside tubes were a couple feet apart from each other, and held aloft on posts at about waist level. The one between them was closer to the ground, set at perhaps mid-thigh. She saw that electrical wires led from each of the tubes to a box on the ground.

  “You will get three tries to high-step to the other side, Princess,” her captor spoke, grinning as he led her to stand at one end of the tubes. “If you fail all three times, you return to the wheel.”

  “High-step?” Jessica asked quietly, her voice a whimper, stepping forward at her captor’s direction to stand straddling the center tube with the other two on her sides.

  “Yes, Princess.” He smiled, pushing her hair back out of her eyes, and lifting her leg until her thigh was parallel to the ground, knee bent. “With each step, these beautiful thighs must come at least this high.”

  “L-like… like a show pony,” she whimpered softly, feeling new tears beginning to well in her eyes.

  “Exactly like a show pony, Princess.” He set her foot back down as he spoke. “If you touch any of the poles, or if you don’t finish within 15 seconds, the run is disqualified.”

  “I’m not… I’m not… You can’t make me an animal,” she sobbed, mind focusing in with laser precision on exactly what she was submitting to.

  “Oh, but I can, Princess.” He grinned, giving her ass a firm swat. “It’s already begun.”

  Jessica turned away from him to look ahead at the distance before her, steadying her trembling legs and perfecting her balance. She hated the thought of it, and what it signified, but she needed to do this in order to avoid another turn at the wheel. As tired as she already was, she couldn’t conceive of the idea of trying to push it and avoid its wicked shocks again.

  “Begin,” her captor announced.

  She raised her foot carefully, lifting it as he had demonstrated. She quickly stepped back down a little ahead of where it had started as she began to lose her balance. Slightly off kilter, she lifted her other foot, teetering as it came to its proper height. As she brought it down, the inside of her thigh brushed the copper tube between her legs, and she cried out in pain as a jolt of electricity flashed into her. Jerking away from the touch of the pole caused her to bump her hip against the outside pole on that side, which delivered its own shock. Screaming in pain and frustration as she continued to jerk under the assaults of the poles, she struggled to calm herself. A thin sheen of sweat coated her body as she finally came to rest straddling the pole again without touching it, panting for breath as she sobbed.

  “That’s one attempt lost, Princess,” her captor spoke from across the room. “And you haven’t even made any headway.”

  “You fucking son of a bitch!” she half screamed, half sobbed at his words, shaking with anger.

  “Awww… poor Princess,” he laughed, “but is this really how you want to spend the time for your second attempt?”

  Sobbing, beads of perspiration forming on her petite body, she started to move quickly, taking the first two steps forward. Terrified of the pole between her legs, she kept her legs as wide as she could, making it even harder to balance. Teetering with each step, she cried out in fear as she tumbled sideways into the right rail, another jolt leaping into her flesh as she screamed. This time, she forced herself to the blow without flailing, avoiding more contact with the center pole.

  “This time you’ll have to back up, Princess. You’ll need to start from the beginning.”

  Whimpering softly, she backed up slowly, shuffling her feet more than walking, until she was back at the starting point. She gasped as a drip of sweat fell from between her thighs and onto the highly charged bar between her legs, a slight tingle of electricity traveling instantaneously up it and into her body at the sudden semi-contact.

  “And, begin.”

  Jessica surged forward at the command, concentrating on her balance and on the location of the poles, the first three steps coming down confidently. With each further step, however, she felt herself tipping forward, gradually losing control of her high s
teps. Halfway down the pipe, her hoofed toe came down wrong, pitching her forward. The bare lips of her pussy hit the pole between her legs and a primal scream ripped through her as she threw back her head. Instinctively, she brought her thighs together, clutching the tube to avoid falling further, but intensifying the surge of electricity that pulsed into her most sensitive area. Spasming, she unclenched her thighs with great difficulty, allowing herself to fall to the floor beneath the tubes with an uncomfortable thud. Twitching and shuddering, gasping for breath, she curled into a ball on the floor as she sobbed.

  “It looks like you’ll have to try again another day, Princess.”

  “No, please. Please don’t do this…”

  Jessica screamed as he grabbed her hair and dragged her across the floor. She cursed him, nearly incoherently, her scalp burning with pain, as he pulled her after him. At the dreaded wheel, he lifted her painfully to her feet. She saw that the harness and straps were waiting there already.

  “You knew I couldn’t do it, you sick son of a bitch,” she spat at him as he turned her roughly and began to wrap the leather harness once more around her body. “It’s impossible.”

  “Such violence and anger out of such a nice little girl,” he laughed as he buckled the harness tightly back into place on her body, including the thick leather collar that so effectively controlled her neck. “And yes, I was pretty sure that you couldn’t do it, at least not yet.”

  “God damn it, why are you doing this to me?!” she shrieked as she felt him apply the head harness to her, with its wide blinders. “He’ll pay you. I swear, he’ll pay you. You don’t have to do this.”

  “And what if I told you, Princess, that I don’t expect him to pay me?” he hissed in her ear as he attached her straps to the arm of the wheel.