The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (16 page)

Rising up as
much as the chains allowed, Jessica explored her new confinement.
 
The bed was blessedly soft, a stark
improvement over the bare springs of the cot. The bonds on her ankles, though
soft and supple, were no less confining than the metal ones they had replaced.
Her pulling against them only resulted in the rattle of chain, and she could not
clip her feet through them.
      
The
mittens on her hands remained immovable.

Resigning
herself to the restraint, Jessica lay back down on the bed. Things were better,
she told herself. She’d passed his test. She was a show pony now, and that had
to be an improvement from the horrific service at the wheel. She could sleep,
at least, and intended to take full advantage of that. She would be rested and
ready when he came back for her. Rested and ready if he gave her any opening at
all.

Lying there
in the darkness, she wondered if he ever would.

Jessica woke
to a sharp jangle of chain as she felt something pressing into her mouth. Her
eyes opened to the sight of her captor’s grinning mouth, but the rest of his
features were concealed behind the familiar black mask, telling her that
whatever was about to happen to her was being recorded. She groaned, trying to
turn her face away from him as he pressed the thing between her lips. She felt
the metallic taste of it as it forced her mouth to remain open, its steel arms
jammed into place around her teeth.

“You must be
so anxious to see what a show pony gets to wear, princess,” he hissed as she
turned her head away from him, and then she felt him work the gag’s straps into
place behind her head and in her hair.

She was
grateful to find that nothing was pressing back into her throat as the gag
settled into place, but the way it kept her mouth wide open was unsettling, and
quickly becoming uncomfortable. Jessica trembled as he leaned back across her
body, his hand gliding across her stomach, making her belly flutter as it
neared but then passed her pussy without contact to move down her leg. Raising
her head up wearily, she watched as he released her left ankle from its cuff.

“First,
though, we have to get you cleaned up,” he said as he turned to look down into
her eyes.

Jessica
offered no resistance as he brought her legs together, grateful for them not to
be spread any more. His promise from the night before still rang in her
mind.
 
Her belly knotted up as she
watched him straddle her legs, holding them together with his as he held up a roll
of vinyl tape menacingly. Lifting her legs up slightly off the bed, he began to
wrap the tape around her thighs, just above her bent knees. It made a squeaking
sound as it unrolled and she could feel it sealing into place as it pinned her
legs together.

“I’m going to
release your wrists, and I want you to turn onto your belly,” he spoke as he
leaned down over her once more, his hands moving to release the chains that
were attached to the rings on her mittens.

Jessica looked
up at him as he straddled her lower legs on the bed. Bringing her hands down
protectively in front of her, she shied away from him. For a moment, she
considered resistance, but she quickly discarded the thought as the chain on
her right ankle grew taut, reminding her of how futile any escape attempt would
be. Even so, the thought of turning over for him and the binding of her
mittened hands was too much to swallow.

Laughing
cruelly as she just stared at him, he grabbed her arm firmly and turned her
over on the bed. She cried out as he roughly thrust her down onto her face. With
one hand, he dragged her weary arms behind her back, and she winced as she
heard the click of a lock between her wrists. She cried out, a mewling sound
through her open mouth, as she felt him press her forearms together behind her
back, pulling back painfully on her shoulders.

“So many new
experiences for you today,” he growled, and Jessica heard the rubbery sound of
the vinyl tape again as he began to wrap it around her upper arms, forcing her
elbows to press against each other.

Only when her
elbows were secure did he move to release the cuff from her right ankle. She
cried out as he dragged her from the bed to stand beside him, wobbling with her
thighs bound together. She looked up at him with wide eyes over her spread
lips. The sensation of standing on her bare feet felt odd to her, and her
captor seemed taller than he had before.

Without
another word, he dragged her across the small room to the white porcelain toilet
that waited in the corner. He thrust her roughly down onto the seat, and she
whimpered at its cool touch to her bare bottom. She blushed fiercely as she
turned her face up to him.

“This is your
one chance, your first in days, to use the potty like a big girl.” He grinned
wickedly down at her. “Do you need to go?”

Jessica nodded
slowly, and then lowered her gaze, closing her eyes as she tried to tune out
the world around her and focus on using the toilet. She needed to go, despite
the humiliation of doing it like this. And then she cried out as his rough hand
in her hair yanked back on her head, forcing her to look up at him.

“I want you to
look at me,” he growled as he held her gaze, “and to remember that you are only
doing this because I am allowing you.”

Whining softly
at the tight hold to her hair, she forced her bladder and bowels to release,
despite all of the rest of her desires not to. It was difficult, with her
thighs pressed together, and she could feel the mess that it was making of her
as it sprayed down into the toilet’s bowl. But she was not going to let him
taunt her into useless defiance, and release at a worse time later. She would
play his game, and avoid his pitfalls wherever she could.

When the
splatter ended, he dragged her back up onto her feet and out of the room. The
mess that remained on her bottom and pussy from the use of the bathroom
disgusted her, and she could feel it spreading with each step that should took.
She pulled as hard as she could at the vinyl tape on her legs with each step,
expecting that it would begin to weaken, but it remained firm against her
pinned thighs, limiting her steps as she struggled to keep up. He led her, once
more, to the porcelain tub, and she could see wisps of steam rising from the
surface of the water within.

Jessica’s heart
began to race as she felt his hands on her mittens, removing them once more and
freeing her hands from within. She winced as she slowly stretched her cramped
fingers, and then leaned into him as he lowered her into the waiting water. Her
whole body relaxed as the steaming water went to work on her aching muscles.

“You’re
filthy, princess,” he whispered softly, noting her relief, as he began to wash
her body with a soft sponge. “We can’t have such a special show pony in this
state.”

Jessica looked
away as he washed her with a lathered sponge, grateful for the gentle touch and
the soothing water. She looked about the room as he lifted her legs, taking in
the sight of it all. Next to the tub she saw a wooden device that seemed to be
built like a ladder.
 
It was over five
feet tall, but different than a ladder because it was equally wide, and with
five rungs, each about a foot apart. She tensed, returning her gaze to him, as
she felt the swipe of a razor across her calf, and then watched as he
alternated between lathering portions of her lower legs with soap and then
swiping them clean with a straight razor.

“You need to
relax, Princess,” he cooed as he finished her calves. “We wouldn’t want you to
get cut.”

As he finished
with her lower legs, Jessica heard a rattle of chain, and then tried to pull
her legs away as he drew a metal cuff from outside the tub to her ankle. She
splashed in the water futilely as he closed the cuff tightly around her left
ankle, its chain disappearing somewhere outside the tub. A moment before, she
suddenly realized, she had been as close to free as she had been since her
arrival, with only her knees and elbows taped. And now, she was once more
securely held.

Closing her
eyes, Jessica tried to send her mind somewhere else as his hands moved to
unwrap the tape around her thighs. When they were freed, he moved the razor’s
attention to them, shaving them as carefully and as cleanly as he had her
calves. Placing the razor aside, he picked up the sponge and began to clean her
body.

As before, the
attention of the soft sponge was wonderful, seeming to wash away the brutal
tortures of her captivity. She let him move the sponge between her legs without
protest, grateful for the thought of it washing away what he had done to her
the night before. She didn’t resist as he gently lowered her hair into the
water and caressed her scalp as he shampooed her. Beneath the water, she took
in the tub’s water through her open mouth, ignoring the disgust of it and
drinking in as much as she could before he lifted her back out.

“That’s much
better, princess.” He smiled as he rinsed the shampoo from her hair and began
to help her up onto her feet.

Jessica could
see now that the chain on her ankle was connected to a ring on the floor next to
the wooden ladder-like thing. She scanned the rest of the area as he dried her
with a soft towel, and her eyes locked on a new pile of leather on the floor
next to it as well. It seemed to be a number of pieces, and all of them made of
white leather. They seemed to be made of bigger pieces of leather, unlike the
straps that she’d been previously wearing. The thought of being outfitted once
more sent a shiver of dread down her spine.

“I see you’ve
discovered your new tack, princess,” he spoke as he discarded the towel and
began to lead her to the ladder-thing. “Let’s say we get you dressed.”

Jessica shook
her head, trying to pull away, but his grip was far too strong. In a moment’s
work, he had her bound arms pressed against the ladder-device behind her.
 
She cried out into the gag that held her
mouth open wide as he lifted up on her bound arms behind her and then slid her
arms between the first and second rungs. She was forced up onto her toes by the
rung as it pressed in harshly into her armpits. Her bare little toes splayed against
the hard floor as she strained to keep the pressure off her sore shoulders.

Her captor
lifted the first piece of leather off the top of the pile and Jessica immediately
cried out with fear. It was not the long, slightly triangular piece that he now
held that shocked her, but rather the new white pony boots that were now
revealed below it. He moved around her. The chain on her ankle rattled as she
squirmed against the wooden rungs as he came to stand behind her.

“Unless you
become a draft pony again, you’ll be happy to know that you won’t have to wear
those mittens anymore,” he spoke as she felt him draw her arms into the long
pocket of the leather device.

He pulled up
on the leather sheath behind her until her arms were both fully within it, her
hands forced to ball into fists at the rounded base of it to avoid crushing her
fingers. Her breath quickened as his hands drew straps over her shoulders,
crossing them between her breasts before drawing them back to the top of the
thing.

She felt him
reach inside it and cut away the vinyl strapping around her elbows, and she
breathed a sigh of relief as her arms came apart behind her. The sheath over
her arms, though still restrictive, was at least not as tight as the vinyl had
been. At least, it wasn’t until he began to tighten it. She looked back over
her shoulder, shifting nervously on her toes, as he pulled the leather sheath’s
laces tighter and tighter, whimpering as her arms were imprisoned almost as
tightly together within it as they had been by the tape.

“A perfect
fit, princess,” he chuckled as he finished with the laces, giving her bottom a
playful swat, “and I love the way that it forces out those perky little breasts
of yours.”

Jessica could
only watch as he picked up the next piece of leather from the pile.
 
This one she quickly recognized as a corset,
though she’d never worn one before. Her belly tightened up nervously as he
wrapped it around her waist, pressing the firm leather into her flesh. The
leather was encircled by six matching belts from its top to its bottom, and she
watched as he began tightening each of the belts, starting at the top and
working his way down.

Grunting as
the belts forced the corset tighter and tighter into her waist, Jessica’s
breathing grew more shallow with each pass through the six belts. And then he
would begin again, making another pass through the belts, tightening them even
further when she thought there could be no more room to press. When he finally
stopped, she realized that she could not take deep breaths at all, and she
looked in disbelief at the shape of her compressed waist.

And then he
held another piece of leather, moving this one to wrap around her throat. She
whined, a high-pitched and desperate sound, as she felt it close into place
like the one she had previously worn, forcing her head up and cupping her chin.
The helplessness began to settle in over her once more as she realized that her
life as a show pony would be even more restricted than it had as a draft pony.

“Now that I’ve
fucked you...,” he whispered in her ear as she felt his hand glide over the
lips of her pussy. “I find myself not wanting all of your naughty parts out
there for everyone to see. You won’t hold my jealousy against me, will you?”

Jessica tried
to speak, but could only whimper. Drool slipped out over her chin, her mouth
forced open wide by the metal gag. And then she jerked against the rungs behind
her as she felt him spreading her nether lips and slowly forcing something
inside her. She choked, nearly gagging, as she shook in her bonds. She could
feel the new intruder penetrate her slowly. When it was fully and uncomfortably
within her, she felt something else, a leather strap, press down over her
pussy. She winced as it was pulled up behind her, splitting her ass cheeks. The
firm leather pressed against her, holding the invader within her pussy. She
could feel another part of it, something cool and metal around the rosebud of
her ass.

As she felt
her unchained foot lifted and slipped into the waiting boot, Jessica broke down
into full-fledged sobs. She had known that they were coming, but the return of
that insistent press to her foot, forcing her onto her toes, was too much for
her to bear.
 
Her chest heaved with her
sobs as she was consumed by her crying as he buckled them into place.

“You are
almost perfect,” he spoke, soothingly.

Jessica
groaned as he unbuckled the straps from around her head and carefully removed
the metal gag from within her mouth. She closed her lips slowly, whimpering as
she felt her jaw protesting the change. She heard him moving, but could not
turn her head to watch what he was doing.