The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (12 page)

“You really
don’t like these things, do you?” he asked as he cinched them in place.

“I fucking
hate them,” she spat out the words.

“Such a
naughty mouth,” he laughed, his hands moving up to her shoulders and slowly
drawing the straps of the tank top down her arms.

Jessica’s
body shuddered, goose bumps rising on her flesh, as he bared her breasts once
more, pulling the top down her body to pool around her ankles. She moved
her mittened hands to her breasts, placing them between the rough wood and her
body. Closing her tear-filled eyes tightly, she felt him release the belt
and then drop the skirt down to meet the top. His hands glided down her
legs, lifting each foot out of its boot and then placing them back on the
ground. When she felt him slide her right foot back into the awful pony
boot, her sobbing turned to full-fledged crying. Cheek pressed against the
rough wood, she bawled helplessly, overwhelmed with misery as her toes were
once again forced to an uncomfortable point.

“There,
there, Princess,” he said soothingly, finished with the boots, letting go of
her legs, and leaving her to once again struggle for balance. “You’re going to
have to get a hold of yourself or you’ll never make it.”

“Make it to
what?” she cried hysterically. “There’s no hope. There’s no anything
for me anymore. Just this fucking pony shit until I go crazy.”

Rising to his
feet, he began to strap the harness onto her upper body again, the tight
leather straps digging into her flesh as before. Next came the harness for
her head, wrapping around her face and neck as he released her from the collar
that held her to the post. She stood on wobbly legs as he buckled the last
of the straps in place, grateful that he didn’t attach the horrid bit between
her lips.

“That’s it,
isn’t it?” she sobbed, beginning to get some control of herself. “Just days
and days of this until what? Until you get tired of me and kill me like my
dad wanted?”

“Oh, I’d
never kill you, Princess,” he laughed, gripping her upper arm, and helping
her out of the post room on wobbly legs.

“Then
what? You’ll just keep me forever?”

“Not forever,
I don’t imagine. I’ll probably get bored of you before then,” he
spoke as he led her, “but you’re too valuable to dispose of. After I’ve
had my fill, I’ll just sell you.”

“S-sell
me? What?” she cried out.

“Sure,
Princess. There’s always a good market for a well-trained filly, though it
will be quite some time before you’re properly trained.”

“You can’t….
You can’t… do this to me!” she cried out, almost tripping as she stumbled
in the horrible boots. “I’m not some fucking piece of property! I’m a
human being!”

“You just
keep believing that as long as you can.”

“No! No
fucking way!” Jessica screamed, trying to pull away when she suddenly
realized that her captor had led her back to the cruel metal cot of the first
night.

Jessica
fought desperately as he dragged her bodily to the cot, screaming in terror and
rage. He controlled her easily, though, knocking her off balance to crash down
on the bare springs. Climbing on top of her, his weight pressed her hard
against the springs. He grabbed her left wrist with both hands and drew it up
to the corner of the cot. She punched at his chest and face, ineffectually
with her other mittened hand, unable to get enough leverage for a decent
blow. Her legs kicked wildly as she squirmed beneath him.  

“No! Stop
it!” she screamed as the cuff ratcheted closed on her wrist, locking it in
place at the bed corner. She fought like a banshee, fueled by desperation,
but could not stop him from spreading her slender body out to the four corners
of the cot and locking her in place.

“I promised
you a bed, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Go to hell,
you sick fuck!” she screamed. “I’ll kill you! I swear to God, I’ll
kill you!”

With a wink
and not another word, he turned from her and left her on the cot.

Jessica
panted hard as she lay back on the bare springs of the cot. Her heart
pounded in her chest, a result of both the terror of what she knew was coming,
and her intense hatred of the man who was doing this to her. The scene
played out as it had the first night she had been locked in place. The
familiar music started up as if on cue as her captor left her alone in the
dark. On some level, it felt like it had been a lifetime ago that she had
first experienced this particular torture. So much had happened since
then. She couldn’t believe just how much her life had changed in that
time, and she realized that she really didn’t know how long it had been.

A sob wracked
the cuffed girl’s body as the music abruptly ended and was replaced by the
hissing static sound. She fought desperately against the tight steel that
locked her in place, thrashing against the cot as the flashing light began
above her, though she knew that her struggle was in vain. As the light reached
strobe intensity, both it and the screeching static came to an end. Jessica’s
whole body tensed in dreadful anticipation.

“Three…..
Two….. One….,” the recorded voice announced solemnly.  

Jessica
jerked in surprise as a sudden burst of cold water rained down on her from
above. Tensed for an electrical assault, the freezing water was an
unexpected surprise as it sprayed her exposed body, causing her to gasp. The
tension left her body as she began to shiver, collapsing back against the
cot.  

“Oh God… thank
God...,” she whimpered in relief.

The surge of
electricity that suddenly flashed through her body was all the more horrific
because of her thoughts of reprieve, and the wetness of her body. As the
cot sent the current through her, she jerked up reflexively, arching her back
as her mouth opened in a silent scream. She could feel the electricity
racing through the water that coated her body like a hunter seeking its prey,
sizzling through her most tender spots.

Jessica
collapsed back against the cot as the current shut off, a long whine emanating
from somewhere deep within her. The springs groaned with the return of her body’s
weight. She cried, her whole body trembling as she recovered from this
new, crueler assault. Turning slightly onto her side as she bawled
helplessly, Jessica tried to imagine how she would make it through the night
with her sanity intact. Exhaustion was already threatening to overwhelm
her, both physically and mentally. She had no idea how long she’d actually
slept in the time since her capture, but it felt like she had not at all. She
yearned desperately for the sweet surrender of sleep, but her mind reeled with
terror. Each groan of the cot’s rusty springs and clink of the chains that
held her arms and legs wide reminded her of the horror that awaited her when
the music ended.

Jessica lost
track of how many times she suffered the assault of the water and electricity
throughout the night, but it was somewhere closer to ten than five. She
wasn’t even sure if she had really slept, feeling always that she was locked in
a nightmare world between sleep and waking. She started hallucinating
somewhere during the night, at one point imagining that she saw several shadowy
figures standing above her cot. When she cried out to them for help, they
evaporated like smoke, and she was left alone with her thoughts and terror.

Half awake,
she heard the approach of footsteps just as the music cut off again. Straining
against the cuffs, she propped herself up enough to see her captor approach,
dressed again in the black clothing and mask. As she watched him slowly
approach, she heard the static sound beginning.

“Please, no
more. Just please let me up,” she sobbed, body quivering in anticipation
as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Oh God, just let me up.”

He walked
slowly, silently, as she thrashed desperately against the cuffs. The light
flashed faster and faster as she screamed hysterically, and then the recorded
voice shared its countdown with her. As the water sprayed down, she gazed
pleadingly at her captor with wide, tear-filled eyes, but could see no pity
reflected in his. He stood above her, masked and aloof, as the surge of
electricity tore into her body, and she shook in its terrible clutches.

“Another long
night, eh, Princess?” her captor asked as he reached down to run his
fingers through the sections of her hair that peaked past the leather straps of
her harness.

“Wh-why… Oh
please, why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you’re
just a work pony, Princess,” he spoke gently, his voice soothing, “and
nobody cares about a work pony’s feelings. Would you like to be more than
that, Princess?”

“Yes, please. Just
no more of this.”

““Then let’s
go try the test again.”

“What? Now?” she
whimpered, her voice cracking as she looked up at him. “But I’m so tired. I
couldn’t… I couldn’t possibly do it…”

“Then you
just give up for today? I understand, Princess. Let’s just get you to
the wheel then.”

“No!” she
cried out, hot tears stinging her eyes as she pulled at her restraints. “Just,
please, let me rest a little. Then I’ll be ready.”

“Rest is not
an option. You live to serve, and to work. It is either time to try
your test again, or to get to work.”

“I’ll…. I’ll
try then,” she sobbed, “but… but can I go to the bathroom first?”

“After your
test, Princess,” he laughed softly, and she winced, her bladder already
aching. “If you pass, you will be able to shower and use the bathroom
before we get you ready. If you fail, you can just piss yourself at the
wheel again, since you seem to like that so much.”

Blushing
crimson, she looked away from him as he leaned over her to unlock her booted
ankles from their corners of the cot. She turned back to watch as he
locked another pair of cuffs between her feet again. Turning around, he
leaned the other way, unlocking her wrists from the cot and helping her to sit
up next to him with her hoof-boots clacking on the floor. She didn’t
resist as he turned her to face away from him as they sat, and then drew her arms
behind her back. Once more, she felt them drawn up awkwardly between her
shoulder-blades and attached to the back of her leather harness.

“Can I… Can you
please let me sleep after?” Jessica whimpered softly as she felt the high
leather collar wrap around her neck, forcing her to stay looking forward once
more.

“You’re looking
too far forward, Princess,” he whispered softly to her as he added the
blinders to the sides of her head harness, limiting her vision once more. “You
need to focus on passing your test. The rest of your day hinges on that
test. Now open up.”

Reluctantly,
she opened her mouth and let him place the vicious metal bit back between her
teeth. She bit down hard on it as he attached its rubber straps to the
side of her harness. Already she could feel her jaw tightening to resist
the gag’s impulse to plunge down into her throat. Tears began to stream
down her cheeks as she panted through her nose. Every inch of her body
protested at the thought of more of this horrible labor, but she knew she could
do nothing to avoid it save passing the test.  

“Ok, come on
now, Princess.” He clipped a leash to the front of the collar and drew her
up with him as he stood, giving it a playful tug.

Humiliated
and exhausted, she followed him on the short leash until they reached the
familiar arrangement of three copper tubes. She felt a flutter of
nervousness in her belly as he lined her up to stand at one end with the wicked
bar between her legs, and the others next to her hips. Squatting down, he
removed the cuffs from her ankles.

“You get
three tries to high step to the other end in less than fifteen seconds,
Princess,” he reminded her, giving her ass a swat. “If you fail, it’s
another day as a work pony for you, toiling at the wheel. If you succeed,
you become my pretty little show pony. Begin.”

Jessica took
only a moment to steady herself before beginning, fearing the time limit. She
began slowly, raising her foot high until her upper leg was parallel to the
floor before setting it down and raising the other, the first two steps covered
slowly but surely. The next step was harder to make, her footing less sure
as it had just come down, and she cried out as she teetered, her inner thigh
grazing the bar between her legs. The electrical shock surged into her,
but she managed to keep her jaw clenched on the bit as she screamed.

“Back up and
try again, Princess,” his voice chuckled behind her.

Panting
through her nose as she recovered from the attack to her soft inner thigh, she
backed up again, grateful that the bar was now deactivated. When she had
reached the starting spot, she began again, high-stepping forward a little more
slowly than before. She took the time to carefully plant her booted foot
with each step, unable to look down to see the bar between her legs, but
focusing on keeping herself moving exactly straight forward. Her legs felt
like they were made of lead as she raised them for each step, trembling with
the exertion of lifting the heavy boots after so much time without sleep. She
plodded forward with great effort, watching hopefully as the end of the track
drew near.

“That’s time,
Princess. You can back up and try again.”

Jessica broke
down into tears as she slowly backed toward the beginning, shuffling her booted
feet. She had been so close, nearly at the end. Had it really been
fifteen seconds, or was this just another of his cruelties? Sobbing, tears
flowing down her cheeks and onto her bare breasts, she began again. She
walked faster this time, focusing on the target, but her legs were too tired
for the exertion. They trembled with the high steps, and she came down
clumsily, a boot buckle clanging against the tube. Sent off balance, she
collided with the tube, screaming as it sent it wicked assault directly into
her pussy.

“So sad,” he
laughed behind her as she doubled over, her belly coming to rest against the
pole for a moment before she fell to the floor in a screaming heap.

The gag
plunged down into her throat as she cried out, and she gagged on it. Dry
heaves wracked her body as she struggled on the floor. Her captor reached
her, dragging her by the hair back up onto her feet as she forced the nasty
metal back out and between her teeth.  

“I imagine
you’ll only need a couple more tries to pass, Princess.” He smiled as he
looked down on her, his hand absently fondling her bare breasts. “Just think
about it. Only a couple more days of hard labor for you. Now, let’s
get you to the wheel.”