The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (13 page)

Jessica
struggled against her captor as he led her toward the waiting wheel, but the
attempt was futile. Within minutes, she was once again strapped in place
to the heavy wooden cog, its second arm standing before her. He smiled as
he set the cattle prod in motion ahead of her, his hand absently fondling her
bare breasts.

Without
another word, he stepped back, and she strained forward against the
straps. It took everything that she could muster to set the wheel in
motion, her body already feeling ready to collapse when she was just beginning. She
pressed forward with all her might, watching helplessly as she failed to keep
pace with the second arm and its wicked prod. Halfway around, a television
flickered to life. She saw herself on its small screen. She
immediately recognized the picture as the scene from the night before, now
edited. She saw herself enter the room, twirl for the camera, and then
move to the chair and sit. It was impossible to know, she realized, that
she had been bound throughout the whole scene.

The
television passed out of sight as she pressed forward, though she could still
hear its sound. She heard the edited question and answer session, and her
own seemingly enthusiastic reasons for why she was here now and being treated
so. But no one would really believe it, would they? No one could
honestly think that she was doing this of her own free will.  

When the
television came into view again, the picture had changed. She saw that it
was a local news program. The picture showed the burned wreckage of a car
at the bottom of a ravine, and the headline read “Missing Nineteen Year Old’s
Body Found.” She slowed as she approached the screen, drawn in by the
scene. A reporter stepped into view at the top of the cliff.

“In a tragic
ending to what has been a trying story for this town, the body of Jessica
Miller, daughter of Mayor Benjamin Miller, was found today, when three local
boys discovered this car while playing in this abandoned granite quarry. Since
her disappearance was reported, the town has been searching for some sign of
her, holding out hope that she was still alive.”

The scene
changed to a picture of the steps of the Town Hall. Her heart skipped a
beat as she saw her father standing behind the podium. He looked haggard
and unshaven, as if he had not been sleeping. She wanted to cry out to
him, to tell him that she was all right. Cameras flashed as he began to
speak. She came to a stop as she watched, knowing that she wouldn’t be
able to keep watching if she walked any further.

“No father,
no parent, should ever have to outlive their children. Since receiving
this news this morning, all I’ve been able to ask myself is what I could have
done differently. What could I have done to help save my precious
daughter?”

Jessica
screamed into the gag as she cried, as if she could somehow reach him in his
moment of pain, to tell him that she was alive, and not to give up the search. Standing
in the leather harness, boots, and mittens felt all the more confining as she
watched the television. She struggled desperately against them in
frustration. And then her blood chilled as her father began to speak
again.

“Knowing that
you missed the signs is the hardest part. I remember the last conversation
that we had before she left to drive away on that fatal night. I had set
up a birthday party for her… for my little girl’s nineteenth… and then she
found out that there wasn’t going to be alcohol there. She flew into a
rage, screaming about it. I tried to calm her down, to talk some sense
into her. I’d never seen her like that. But she stormed out before I
could stop her.”

Jessica stood
stunned as she watched tears begin to form in her father’s eyes. There had
never been such a conversation. She wasn’t a heavy drinker, and he knew
it. Why would he say these things? And then cold realization struck
her. He was making up these stories because, as her captor had told her,
he was really responsible for her disappearance. Utter hopelessness
overtook her in that moment, and she choked and sobbed around the harsh
metallic bit in her mouth while her body spasmed. The scene changed again,
back to the reporter waiting above the crash.

“This
stunning news comes on the heels of Mayor Miller’s announcement that he is
throwing his hat into the ring in the upcoming Gubernatorial elections.”

The blinding
pain of the cattle prod caught her off guard as she stood enraptured by the
program on the television. She staggered forward, losing her grip on the
bit as she screamed in pain, feeling it plunge back into her throat. She
heaved and gagged, struggling to step forward again, reacting too slowly as the
prod struck her again. Screaming in agony, she stepped forward, throwing
herself into the traces as she gagged and dry heaved, the bit still deep in her
throat.  

Fighting back
into control, she struggled to remain ahead of the prod, falling back into the
rhythm of the work, focusing on that need in order to try and drown out the thoughts
that raged in her mind.

Jessica
strained desperately to stay ahead of the prod’s wicked touch, but her fatigue proved
to be too much for her. During her long labor, its metal points found her
three more times, the second causing her to piss herself again, and the third nearly
causing her to pass out. Her only respite from the grueling labor and her
exhaustion was the fact that the television did not turn on again throughout
the remainder of the ordeal. When her captor finally returned, she
collapsed in the traces as her body trembled uncontrollably, crying and unable
to support herself any longer.

“Such a hard
day for my little filly.”

Jessica
nodded, sucking deep, shuddering breaths around the nasty bit between her sobs. Finishing
her release from the wheel, he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her in
close as they began to walk toward the post room. She didn’t resist him,
could barely think, as she walked on wobbly legs, pressing against him for
support.  

“Heeesh…  Uhnnkkkie…
Eeehhh,” Jessica struggled to plead for release from behind the bit without
unclenching her jaw.

“We have a
special treat this afternoon, Princess.” He gave her asscheek a playful
squeeze as they walked. “One of your biggest online fans paid for a special
request, and you’re going to make his little fantasy come true.”

She looked up
at him with wide eyes as they drew closer to the post room, her stomach
fluttering at the thought of what might be in store for her. Her mind
reeled at the reminder that people were watching her suffering, paying to watch
this sick bastard do these horrible things to her. Her mind felt fuzzy,
almost disconnected from her body, as they entered the post room. The
smell of the food waiting in the trough, so unappetizing before, sent her stomach
into spasms of hunger. So intent was her longing look toward the waiting
water and porridge that her captor had to physically turn her to see the little
room’s newest addition.

“After you
fulfill our special friend’s request, I’ll give you some time to eat, Princess,” he
told her as he lead her to a wooden contraption that rested on the floor next
to the post. Unpainted and roughly nailed together, it was in the shape of
a dollhouse’s roof. Chains led from the four bottom corners of the thing
up to the rafters above, though they only loosely dangled as it sat on the
straw-covered floor. Familiar metal rings were set into the strange thing
at various points.

“It’s called
a horse, Princess,” he spoke softly to her, as if answering the question
that dominated her mind, “and it’s going to be very trying for you, I can
assure you.”

Jessica felt
her stomach knotting up at his words, exacerbated by her ravenous hunger and
the icy terror that began to fill her. With a hand on the inside of her
thigh, sticky from her earlier accident, he lifted one of her legs over the
roof-like thing so that she stood straddling it. Squatting down next to
her, he lifted the loose end of a chain locked to a ring on the floor and
brought it to her ankle, locking it in place to the ring that waited there. Her
breath quickened, hissing around the bit in her mouth, and she shifted on her
feet as she began to get a picture of what was coming.

“Heeesssshhh….
Ohhhnnnk,” she sputtered around the metallic bit, her drool running down over
her chin as she cried softly.

Moving around
her without responding to her garbled plea, her captor chained the other ankle
to a waiting ring on the other side of the horse. She tugged helplessly at
the short chains, her hoof boots clopping against the floor. He walked
away from her toward a winch on one wall as she sobbed, hot tears spilling down
her cheeks and onto her bare heaving breasts.

She screamed
in terror as he began to turn the winch, accompanied by the ominous sounds of
chains moving. She watched the chains to the corners of the horse in front
of her go taut and then the wooden contraption began to rise as the clanking
sound continued. She yanked furiously at the chains on her ankles,
strained to free her useless hands pulled up behind her, but to no avail. Her
bonds held her securely in their tight grip as she watched the horse begin to
rise between her legs. Sucking in air through her nose, she struggled to
avoid hyperventilating.

Jessica
tensed as the wooden sides made contact with her inner thighs, squeezing her
legs tight against the wood to try and resist its inexorable climb. And
still it rose, up and up until it lifted the toes of her boots off the ground,
the roofline of the thing pressing against the lips of her pussy. Even
with her thighs pressed hard to the sloping sides of the roof, the pain was
terrible. She cried out in agony, throwing her head back and nearly losing
her jaw’s grip on the metal bit as she suffered. Her thighs quivered with
the exertion of their tight press against the wood after their long day of
work.

“Let me help
you get… comfortable,” her captor spoke in her ear, standing behind her
suddenly with his hands resting on her hips. She grunted in pain, panting
rapidly through her nose as his hands moved to her nether lips, lifting her
slightly off the wood. She pressed against him as the pressure on her
pussy lessened, and then felt his fingers sliding along those lips, slipping
between them and spreading them. Trembling, she struggled to remain still
and to maintain the grip of her thighs on the sides as he placed her back down
with her lips spread, the unbearable pain made worse by even the slightest
motion of her body.

“You are a
delight to watch, Princess,” her captor practically purred as he removed
his hands from her body, increasing her need to support herself with her weary
legs. “This scene is going to make me a fortune.”

Sobbing,
Jessica closed her eyes tightly, trying to push aside everything else in the
world but her attention to keeping her thighs from giving out on her. She
knew it was hopeless. She could feel them beginning to falter as she heard the
sounds of a camera shutter snapping, but struggled to maintain
regardless. In this dark, terrible moment, she was surprised to discover inside
herself that a glimmer of hope somehow remained. That tiny fragment of
sanity, buried beneath seemingly endless layers of despair, called out to her
to fight as long as she could manage, as if it would perish beneath even the
smallest surrender.

Even with her
thighs working to their best, the pain to her pussy felt like a knife driving
up inside her. The cruel point of the roof drove hard against her most
sensitive flesh, impaling her mercilessly. Slick with sweat and
bone-weary, her thighs began to give out and she screamed as the pain grew
worse, more focused and intense as it stabbed her wickedly. A long,
mewling sound escaped her, born of agony.

“Just a
little longer, Princess,” he whispered, almost reverently, while he
continued to snap pictures. “You’re doing so great.”

Body wracked
with sobs, Jessica came to rest fully against the edge of the roof, her thighs
finally giving way entirely. Her legs spread out to the side, balancing
precariously, she opened her tear-filled eyes to gaze pleadingly at her
captor. The torture was maddening, her mind threatening to shut down. Her
entire being wanted nothing more than to retreat and never return. Quivering
visibly, she tried to speak behind the bit but could only sputter
helplessly. Her eyes widened as he lowered the camera, letting it dangle
from a strap on his neck as if he were some sick, twisted tourist, and then
lifted his other hand to reveal that he was holding that long rod. Shaking
her head, she bucked desperately against the horse, the motion drilling it
harder against her as she struggled futilely.

“Now, this,
Princess, was not a part of the request.” He grinned as he looked without
mercy into her pleading eyes. “This is just for me.”

Without a
word, he brought the rod down hard across her left breast. The searing
pain made her jump, bringing her down harder against the biting edge of the
roof. Crying, she squirmed against the wood, trying to lean back to
relieve the pressure and crying out as the rod lashed out again at her other
breast, causing her to jerk forward and grind against the roofline. Her
flesh felt raw, burning with pain as she rocked against the wood. He moved
quickly behind her, bringing the lash down twice more, once to each globe of
her ass, perched above the cruel wood. She strained against the tight
leather mittens behind her back, tugging at the locks that held them to the
harness as she was consumed with the pain.

She was
shocked when she sensed the thing between her legs lowering, her mind blurry
with agony. Lowered back onto her hoofed feet, she was able to lift
herself from the wood on trembling legs as she choked on her cries. She
could still feel the wicked press of it between her legs even after it had come
to rest on the floor. Without ceremony, her captor unlocked her ankles
from the floor rings and then clipped a chain between them. While she
struggled to recover, he dragged her after him back to the post room, stumbling
with her ankles hobbled.

“You can eat
and drink your fill. You can relieve yourself in the bucket next to your
food if you like,” he growled in her ear, and she sensed some anger in his
voice, though could not fathom what had caused it. “If I hear your voice, you’ll
sleep on the horse tonight.”

Finished with
his threat, he released the bands that held the bit in her mouth, letting it
hang from her tear-stained cheek. Roughly, he threw her to the ground, and
she cried out as she landed hard on her shoulder, sliding across the rough
straw until her cheek nearly rested against the wooden trough. Jessica
heard a click and felt a tug on her ankle, turning to see him rising after he
locked her ankle to a chain that lead to the heavy wooden post.

“When I
return, I will clean you for your next… endeavor,” he spoke ominously as
he walked from the room.