The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (2 page)

“Then what…
then what…” Jessica tried to ask the question, but was finally overcome by
tears, her voice breaking as they began to stream down her cheeks.

“I’m afraid
that you’re being kidnapped, princess. And I’m going to hold onto you
until I can get what I want from your precious daddy.”

“But you… you’re
a policeman… they’ll know you pulled me over. They’ll question you.”

“Nobody knows
I pulled you over, princess,” he said, laughing, “I didn’t call it in,
because I knew exactly who I was pulling over. I never ran your
license. This traffic stop never happened, as far as the rest of the world
is concerned.”

“But… but
they’ll find my car.”

“Yes, they
will. But that’s all they’ll find.”

“Help me!”
she screamed, kicking at the door of the car, tears streaming down her cheeks
as she cried out hysterically, “someone please help me!”

“A shame you
picked such a lonely road to drive down, isn’t it?” he asked cruelly as
her hysterics gave way to muted sobbing. “When I was dreaming up this plan, I
was worried that someone might see you in the back seat and recognize you. I
can’t tell you how happy I was when you turned down that old road.”

“So what now?” she
asked as she sniffed back more tears, gaining some semblance of control over
herself again. “You just keep me out of the way until my father pays you?”

“That’s
pretty much it.”

“And where
are you going to keep me?” She pulled desperately at the cuffs on her
wrists, trying to squeeze her hands out of them while she talked, but
they were too tight, the effort only serving to chafe her tender flesh.

“I’ve got a
very special place in mind, princess.”

“You can’t
get away with this, you know,” she whimpered as hot new tears stung her
eyes. “Kidnappers never get their money. Please, just let me
go. I swear I’ll just pretend it never happened.”

“Oh, don’t
you worry your pretty little head about it,” he laughed, “I know exactly
what I’m doing, and I’m going to get exactly what I want.”

She looked
away from the steely glint in his eyes, scanning the road for sign of any other
travelers, but it remained empty. After a few twists and turns, he slowed
and turned off the road onto an old dirt track that was almost entirely
overgrown. The car, obviously designed for smoother terrain, bounced and
jostled through the deep holes in the road. She heard it bottom out a few
times. She slid on the smooth seat, unable to do much to stop herself
until her body thrust against the door, though she managed to turn herself
enough to get a hold on the armrest.

After what
felt like an eternity on the bumpy road, they reached a clearing next to a
swiftly flowing river. Built next to the river was an old gristmill. The
headlights of the car glinted off the water that was still scooped up and
carried by the ponderous wooden wheel as it turned in the river. The
building itself looked old and worn, though still supported itself
admirably.  

“My family’s
owned this old mill for over a century. My dad actually worked for my
grandpa in it when he was a little tyke, though it’s been decades since it’s
seen any real use,” he told her, sounding almost wistful. “This mill supported
our family for a long time, princess, though it’s never made the sort of money
it’s going to produce through you.”

“I bet your
grandpa would be really proud of you right now,” Jessica hissed.

“My grandpa
died penniless in a nursing home,” he responded, putting the car into park
and killing the engine in front of the old mill. “I intend to do no such thing.”

When he exited
the car and moved toward the door against which she rested, Jessica frantically
moved away from it, pushing herself across the smooth seat to the other
side. Like the other door, she found no handle for release. Pressing
her back into it, she looked about frantically, feeling like a trapped animal. He
opened the door across from her and began to reach into the car. She
kicked out at him, sandaled feet forced to move in unison by the chain that
locked them together. He laughed as he easily deflected the blow, grabbing
her right ankle firmly.

“No! Stop
it! Let me go!” Jessica screamed as he yanked her from the car by her
ankle.

“We can do
this the hard way, if that’s how you like it,” he chortled as she slid
easily across the smooth seat to hit the dirt driveway with a thud, landing painfully
on her cuffed wrists. “Because that’s definitely how I like it.”

She screamed
out in pain and frustration as he dragged her across the hard ground toward the
door of the old mill. Rocks and roots bit into the flesh of her back and
ass as her shirt and skirt rode up under the rough treatment. Twisting
onto her side, she tried desperately to find something to grab with her cuffed
hands, but could find no purchase. As they approached the door, she was
grateful that the terrain beneath her turned from the dirt of the track to
softer grass, though it did nothing to help the sinking feeling in the pit of
her stomach.

“Help me! Somebody
please help me!” she screamed when they reached the door, hot tears
stinging her eyes.

“Shut up, you
stupid little bitch,” he ordered, kicking her hard in the stomach.

Jessica
curled into the fetal position as his booted foot hit her hard in the
midsection, the air exploding from her lungs. Gasping for breath, she
struggled to rise up onto her knees while she watched through bleary,
tear-filled eyes as he worked a key in the old lock. As she reached her
knees, the door creaked open and he grabbed her hair, his fingers twining
themselves in her shoulder-length tresses. She cried out as he pulled her
the rest of the way onto her feet, yanking painfully at her scalp and dragging
her with him into the dark interior of the mill.

In the
darkness of the old building, he threw her forward and she cried out as she was
tripped up by the cuffs on her feet, falling to her side on the hard floor. Turning
quickly onto her back to look up at him, she saw his silhouette framed in the
doorway for only a moment before it closed, blinding her in the seemingly
complete darkness of the mill.

“You’ll
notice I made a few updates to the old place,” he spoke softly, his voice
almost a growl as he flipped on a light switch.

Blinking as
the overhead lights came on, Jessica was surprised and horrified by the stark
differences in appearance between the interior and exterior of the mill. Inside,
the walls were covered with black-painted drywall and the floors were smooth
concrete. The finished nature of the place made her realize that this
abduction was not a spur of the moment decision for her kidnapper. She
shuddered at the thought of how long he had planned this, and what terrors he
might have in store for her. Sitting up with some difficulty, she drew her
legs up in front of her, thighs pressed together.

“I am sorry,
though, princess. Despite my best efforts, it’s definitely not the
Sheraton ballroom.” He grinned down at her, and she inched away slowly as
he took a step toward her. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a birthday
celebration planned for you.”

“Birthday
celebration?” she asked fearfully, looking around the room as he
approached, trying to get her bearings.  

It appeared
to be one big room, with the inside looking nearly as large as she had seen
from the outside. From her angle on the floor, she couldn’t see its
contents especially well, but she could see that one section of the room seemed
to be set up as a photography studio of some kind, with large arrays of lights
arranged in it. Elsewhere in the room, she could see a number of trunks, a
plain metal cot with a rusted metal bucket next to it, what appeared to be a
washtub on wheels, and other bizarre pieces of furniture made from rough wood
or metal pipes. Along the wall that was next to the river, she could see
large wooden cogs that turned slowly, a couple of them, un-turning, set into
the floor.

“Oh yes
indeed, princess. We’re going to have our own private birthday
celebration.” He reached her, standing above her with his hands on his
hips and drawing her attention away from the rest of the room. “You see, I need
some pictures to send your dear old daddy to help motivate him to give me what
I want, so I’ve got quite a party in store for you.”

“Please, you
don’t have to do anything,” Jessica whined softly, her lower lip trembling
as she looked up at the uniformed officer above her. “He’ll do… he’ll give you
whatever you want… just don’t hurt me.”

Reaching
down, he took hold of her upper arm and drew her up onto her feet. She bit
her trembling lower lip as she looked into his eyes while he helped her to
stand again. She opened her mouth to speak but a helpless sobbing overcame
her as he began to lead her across the room toward the area set up as a photo
studio. He walked slowly with her, seemingly conscious of the difficulties
she would have walking with the tight cuffs in place on her ankles. Her
chest heaved as she cried uncontrollably, tears spilling down her cheeks and
onto her breasts as they strained against the tight fabric of her top.

“P-please…”
she finally managed to croak as they reached the studio area and he stopped
her, standing over a ring that was set in the floor, to which one end of a pair
of handcuffs was already attached, the other cuff standing open menacingly. “Don’t…
don’t do this.”

She watched
him squat down next to her, one hand on her left calf, caressing it gently as
he held her in place. She sobbed, feeling a nervous, fluttering sensation
in the pit of her stomach as he used the other hand to close the free end of
the waiting cuff around her ankle beneath the other she already wore. A
shiver ran down her spine as the hand on her calf moved up to the smooth front
of her thigh, and then his free hand pressed insistently against the back of
her knee, easily forcing her forward and into a kneeling position on the hard
floor. Sitting back on her heels as he rose to his feet, her hands moved
instinctively to the new cuff, searching it desperately, clawing at it and
pulling on it, but finding no release.

“I can’t help
but remember your mentioning that kidnappers never get the money that they’re
after,” Jessica’s captor spoke casually, moving between and adjusting the
various cameras were set up at different angles to take in the view of where
she knelt. “And I have to admit that you’re right. Usually they don’t.”

“My father
will pay you. Please, he’ll pay you whatever you want. Just don’t
hurt me.”

“Actually,
that’s where you’re wrong, I think,” he continued speaking as he began to
turn on the heavy duty lights above her, washing her in their brightness. “You
see, usually kidnappers either don’t do enough to convince the abductees’ loved
ones that their precious little one is genuinely in danger, or they do too
much.”

“He’ll
believe you,” Jessica whined, feeling utterly helpless as she knelt before
him, the cuffs on her ankles pressing against her ass through her skirt. “He’ll
do anything you want.”  

“If your
father doesn’t get some proof that you’re in a bad, bad place, there’s a part
of him that will wonder if it’s not a scheme you’ve cooked up to get at some of
his money. It happens all the time to wealthy, unsuspecting parents, and
he won’t want to look the fool if you’re playing him. That doubt might
make him take chances that he wouldn’t otherwise risk.”

“He knows… he
knows I’d never do that to him.”

“Of course he
does.” He winked as he snapped off a couple pictures with one of the
cameras. “Unless, of course, he remembers the time that he reported his car
stolen only to find out that you’d taken it and run it into a tree,
right? Or the time that you told him that you’d been robbed of your
freshmen tuition deposit and only admitted that you’d spent it yourself after
he’d filed a police report.”

“But that was
a long time ago, and it was nothing like this,” she whimpered, his knowledge of
her prior bad acts making her feel just as exposed as the combination of short
skirt and handcuffs.

“You see, I
need to send him some proof that will erase any doubt in his mind that this is
another of your little schemes, but without going too far and turning you into ‘damaged
goods.’”  He spoke calmly as he continued to adjust the cameras, reaching
the end of the line. “I had originally considered mailing him one of your fingers,
but I’ve ruled that out. It seems that daddies don’t like to think of
their little girls mutilated, and sort of reach a place where they don’t really
want them back if you go too far.”

Jessica
lowered her head to try to hide the new tears that began to spill down her
cheeks, mewling softly as she tried to turn on her knees out of the view of the
cameras. Wherever she turned, though, she faced another of the array of lenses. Through
her tear-blurred vision, she noticed that the cameras continued to take
pictures at different intervals after he left them. She looked up to watch
her captor walk away from his work at the cameras, opening a closet and then
casually beginning to change his clothing.

“Let me go,
God damn it!” she screamed, thrashing against her chains in newfound anger
and frustration as she watched him casually change into a black turtleneck and
jeans while the cameras continued their occasional flashing.

Jessica
fought desperately against the cuffs on her wrists, rubbing her chafed flesh
against the metal in her struggles. Her hair was plastered to the sides of
her face by her tears. Bending forward at the waist, feeling her short
skirt ride up behind her as she tugged at the chains that held her, she sobbed
as the cameras took in the picture of her misery, trying not to imagine what it
would be like for her father to receive them.  

She looked up
again as she heard him rolling something toward her, and saw that he was
pushing the white porcelain wheeled bathtub that she had seen earlier. Rising
up on her knees more and shuffling around to face its approach, she could see
that it was filled with water, which occasionally sloshed up over the sides as
he pushed, as well as a number of red and black objects that floated on its
surface. He wore a black ski mask now in addition to the other black
clothing, hiding his face from the cameras.

“I bet it’s
been a long time since you’ve bobbed for apples, hasn’t it, princess?” He
asked as he rolled the tub to a stop in front of her and she saw that the
floating objects were red rubber balls with black leather straps dangling from
their sides.

“Fuck you,
you sick bastard.” She spat the words out like venom as he reached down
and, once more, threaded his fingers through her blond hair.

Without
warning, he thrust her head forward into the water, and she barely sucked in a
quick breath before she was submerged. He pressed her down deep into the
water, her face close to the bottom of the tub and her belly thrust hard
against its rounded edge. She bucked against his grip as he held her under
the water, but had neither the strength nor the leverage to break free of him. Her
lungs burned for oxygen as she shuddered uncontrollably, her toes curling tight
against the soles of her sandals as she struggled to remain conscious. Finally,
the stale air burst from her lungs, surrounding her head in a halo of bubbles
as she gasped reflexively, gulping down a mouthful of water.

She coughed,
her body spasming to expel the liquid breath as he yanked her back up and out
of the water. The air flooded into her burning lungs as it replaced the
water she coughed up. Her chest heaved and shuddered as he held her up on her
knees.

“Looks like
you didn’t get one that time,” he chuckled. “We’ll have to keep going in
until you do.”

“Please don’t—”
she began, but was cut off as he thrust her back down into the water, one of
the floating balls hitting her in the face on her way back to the bottom of the
basin.

Thrashing
against his grip, she could see that the balls were all floating near the
surface. If the sick bastard was going to keep dunking her like this until
she got one, she would have to snatch one on the way down. She realized how
hard that was going to be. The thought left her mind in an instant,
however, and she gasped in surprise as she suddenly felt her captor’s finger
slide along the lips of her pussy through the sheer material of her panties. Bent
forward as she was, her skirt had ridden up and exposed her further to him. The
gasp resulted in another gulp of water and she choked on it as he pulled her
back up to the surface.

“God, but you
are a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” he hissed in her ear while she
struggled to recover from her choking, his hand gripping her ass firmly through
the skirt as it settled back into place. “I am going to have a lot of fun with
this little body of yours.”

“Oh god… Oh
god…” Jessica whimpered as her breath returned to her, that slight touch
of his finger and his new words transforming what had already been a horrific
situation into something far worse. “Please don’t… no more, please.”

“I have a
little gift for you,” he whispered softly into her ear, and Jessica felt his
hand beneath her skirt again, “something to show you that it isn’t all bad
here.”

Jessica
pressed her thighs together as his roaming fingers found the line where her
panties ended, slipping under the band on her left thigh. Her chest heaved as
she sobbed while she felt something cool and smooth come to rest against the lips
of her pussy. His fingers took hold of those lips, roughly spreading them and
then forcing the unwelcome intruder within her.

“Stop it!”
she cried out as she felt the smooth globe enter her, “get your hands off me!”

He ignored
her pleas, leaving the thing inside her and removing his hand as he slipped the
band of her panties back into place. She could feel a cord leading from within
her out down along her thigh. Looking down, she saw that the cord ended in a
control that he held in his hand.

Feeling his other
hand clench in her hair again, Jessica looked quickly to the pool as he thrust
her head forward once more. This time, she avoided the urge to take a
breath, instead focusing on biting down on anything that got close enough to
her mouth. She came close as one of the straps grazed her cheek as she
burst by it, but her teeth came together hard with nothing but water between
them. She mewled beneath the water as he held her in place, her lungs
woefully under-filled with air.  

His hand
roamed again as she trembled, sliding along the inside of her left thigh. She
pressed her legs together, trapping the hand in place between them. As the
outside edges of her vision began to fade and her lungs burned, he pulled her
back up to the surface. She gasped for air, dragging it into her lungs in deep
gulps.

“I hope that
I’m getting some good shots of this, because I think that your daddy will really
find these moving.” He turned her to look into her eyes as she struggled
to resume breathing normally, her chest heaving beneath her soaked top. The
shape of her bra was clearly outlined beneath the wet material. “I’d hate to
have to do a re-shoot.”

With that, he
turned her back to the tub and thrust her down again, this time directly toward
one of the balls. She opened her mouth to bite it, but her teeth glanced
off it, and they closed instead on the strap that dangled from its side. Held
beneath the water’s surface, she clenched her jaw tightly shut, clinging to the
thing as the taste of leather permeated the water in her mouth.  

Suddenly, she
felt the device between her legs surge to life as Powerful vibrations coursed
through her body and she struggled to keep her teeth clenched on the wet
leather as she cried out. Squeezing her eyes shut beneath the surface of the
water, she tried to tune out the work of the vibrator as it thrummed within
her. She trembled on her knees, her whole body seemingly on the verge of
breaking as she tried to come to terms with the starkly different sensations of
fear and pleasure that were washing over her.