The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (3 page)

“Good girl,” he
congratulated as he drew her finally back up out of the water, the strap and
ball dangling from her mouth as she sucked in air through her nose. “But you
bit the wrong part. I’m going to have to adjust that for you.”

Jessica
moaned with relief as the vibrations finally ceased, leaving her quivering on
her knees. Moving around behind her, he grabbed the ball and moved it up to her
teeth as they clung desperately to the leather strap between them. She
opened her mouth briefly to let the strap fall free, but then closed it again
as he moved the ball in front of it.

“Would you
like to go back in again for another one?” he asked, holding the ball
before her lips. “We could keep going until you get one the right way, if that’s
what you’d prefer.”

On the verge
of tears, she shook her head quickly and opened her mouth for him. She was
helpless to resist him right now and she knew it. As much as she hated the
thought of that thick ball in her mouth, she dreaded a return to the water of
the tub even more. As he pressed the ball into place, however, she
realized that it was worse than she had anticipated. The ball was not as
soft as it appeared, and he pressed it in hard until it popped back behind her
teeth. It felt like it filled her mouth, forcing her jaw to remain open
uncomfortably wide. She felt him pull the straps back behind her head and
over her wet hair, buckling it firmly in place.

“It’s time to
get ready for the next party game, princess. I bet it’s been a long time
since you played a round of pin the tail on the donkey. Let me leave you with
something to keep you entertained while I prepare.”

She watched
him turn the dial on the remote again, and felt the vibrator surge to life once
more. With a chuckle, he placed the control inside the front pocket of her jean
skirt. Giving her cheek a playful pat, he rose to his feet and began to roll the
bathtub away. Kneeling on the cold floor, she trembled as the powerful
little vibrator worked within her. She struggled to maneuver her hands around
her side to reach into the pocket that concealed the remote, but the hinged
nature of the cuffs severely limited her motion. She cried out in frustration,
sputtering around the gag, as her questing fingers could only reach the opening
to the pocket and not reach within.

Looking up,
she saw her captor return the tub to its original spot, and then stop to pick
up a large bundle of rope. He tossed the rope to her, and she recoiled at
its approach as though it were a serpent. Sliding across the floor, it
came to a halt against the side of her calf. She grunted incoherently
behind the gag in her mouth. Panting hard through flared nostrils, Jessica
struggled to block out the insistent vibrations within her. Trying to focus on
anything but the warmth that she could feel growing between her legs, she
shifted carefully to sit on her bottom to relieve the pressure of the cuffs on
her ankles. She pushed herself backwards, stretching out her legs and
spreading them slightly to relieve some of the pressure from the vibrator. With
cuffed hands, she did her best to draw the skirt back down into
place.  

“You know, I
won’t claim that it’s all luck that I ended up with such a beautiful and delicious
little kidnap victim.” Her captor spoke as he moved from camera to camera
again, replacing the film in each as he went. “I might have still picked you if
you were a more average specimen, though I might also have looked elsewhere for
a more pleasing target.”

The thick
rubber ball in her mouth was maddening, in some ways even worse than the
restraints that imprisoned her wrists and ankles. Unable to close her
mouth, her jaw stretched uncomfortably wide, she could feel drool already
threatening to slip beyond the ball and past her lips. As she struggled to
come to terms with this unwelcome intruder in her mouth, she saw her captor’s
eyes return repeatedly to her body between adjustments to each camera. The
hungry look in his eyes and the way that his gaze continued to drink in the
sight of her tanned legs, her cuffed ankles, her feet in their sandals, and her
drenched and slender waist and breasts, spoke volumes. She closed her legs once
more, reflexively, and winced at the sensations from the vibrator. She could
feel the wetness of her panties against her flesh. Regardless of what he might
say, money was only part of his motivation. She was sickened by the way
his eyes lingered on her, wishing that she had worn jeans or something else
that would have protected more of her body from his lusty gaze.

“There. All
set.” He smiled as he finished with the last camera and returned to her
side carrying a small bag. “Ready for the next party game?”

Futilely,
Jessica shook her head in response to his question as he knelt down beside
her. With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her backwards, forcing her
to lie down on the hard ground with the cuffs trapped beneath her. She was
grateful when he turned her over to lie on her stomach, her breasts and left cheek
pressed to the concrete. Her whole body shivered, a little from a
combination of the chill of the near drowning and the work of the vibrator, but
mostly from the icy terror that gripped her.
 
She felt him straddle her, his knees on either side of her legs. She
choked in revulsion behind the gag as she felt what could only be his hard cock
against the back of her thigh through his jeans.

“I’m afraid
that I forgot to pick up a donkey, princess.” His voice dripped with mock
disappointment as he uncoiled the bundle of soft rope. “But I don’t think you’ll
mind stepping in for the role, will you?”

Jessica
grunted incoherently behind the gag as she felt him wrap a doubled-over strand
of the rope around her neck. She squirmed helplessly beneath him as he
drew the ropes down her back and then began to wrap them around her upper arms,
drawing them slowly together behind her. Her cheek resting in a puddle of
her own drool, she screamed into the thick rubber in her mouth as he drew on
the ropes until her elbows touched behind her back, pulling her shoulders
uncomfortably backwards. He continued to move down her arms, gradually
welding her forearms together with ever-tighter coils of the rope, pausing only
for a moment to remove the cuffs from her wrists and drop them to the floor
next to her. What should have been a moment of relief offered her none, as
tight coils of rope replaced the relatively loose confinement of the handcuffs.

“Scoot back a
bit, will you, princess?” he chuckled as he moved back to sit on the backs
of her knees and then reached underneath her hips to pull her waist up off the
floor. “Thanks, sweetness.”

Jessica’s
stomach fluttered nervously as she felt him pull up on the lower hem of her
top, baring her flat belly. She panted through her nose, drool sputtering
from her mouth as she tried to plead with him behind the gag. She felt him
wrap the end of the rope from her arms around her bare waist, pulling it tight
until it dug into her smooth flesh. She grunted as he tied the ends of the
rope in place around her stomach with a pair of final tugs. The tug of the
tight rope into her belly seemed to intensify the efforts of the vibrator. She
whined softly as she felt herself beginning to gradually approach climax
against her will. She hated her body for its betrayal of her mind as it found
pleasure in this horrific circumstance. The rope around her waist pinned her
bound hands to the small of her back, and she sobbed helplessly, mewling behind
the gag as despair filled her.

“Are you
figuring it out yet, princess?” he asked, leaving the remaining ends of
the rope to dangle on the ground in front of her as his hands moved over the
sides of her hips, “recognizing just how bad this is all going to be for you?”

The walls
felt like they were closing in on her as his hands roamed over her hips and
down her trembling thighs while the cameras continued to snap more pictures of
her torment. She felt small and powerless beneath him and in the firm grip
of his ropes. It seemed like she couldn’t get enough air through her
stuffy nose, sobbing and panting desperately as she squirmed in the tight
ropes. Once more, she felt his hands slip beneath the hem of her skirt,
lifting it up to expose the firm globes of her pantied ass. She cried out as
she felt his hands on her bottom, her whole body quivering under the merciless
attentions of the vibrator.

“Yours is
quite possibly the most luscious body that I have ever seen, princess,” he
practically purred as he ran his hands over her bottom. “It seems like a shame
to mar such a perfect ass, but hopefully there won’t be any permanent marks,
and it’s for a good cause after all.”

His words
sent a shiver down her spine and she bucked beneath him, yanking at the ropes
that welded her arms together helplessly behind her. The cuffs on her
ankles clinked noisily against the concrete floor as she kicked at them. She
heard him unzip a bag and craned her neck to see him remove a heavy staple
gun and a bundle of paper strips in the shape of donkey tails. Hot tears
stung her eyes as she realized what was coming, and she squirmed beneath the
weight of her captor as she felt a piece of the paper and then the tip of the
staple gun press against her right ass cheek through the thin material of her
panties.

“This is
going to hurt a lot, I would imagine,” he chuckled.

Jessica
screamed as he pulled the trigger and the cruel staple bit into the tender
flesh of her ass. She yanked at the ropes on her arms and tried to twist
free as the little piece of metal stung her like a wasp. The sharp jolt of
pain from the staple seemed to flash through her body to meet the pleasure that
radiated between her legs, somehow intensifying it.

She panted,
whimpering behind the ballgag as she felt him line up the gun against her other
asscheek, and then cried out as it fired again. It was painful, but made
worse by the humiliation that accompanied it and her complete inability to stop
it. Tears streamed from her eyes, mingling with the pool of drool that was
collecting on the floor against her cheek.

Jessica
screamed into her gag, bucking against the hard floor as a third staple drove
into the tender flesh of her ass. The rush of pain seemed to release a
floodgate as she felt herself catapulted past the brink of orgasm. The powerful
sensations washed over her body as she panted and sobbed, losing herself in the
rush of ecstasy. She quivered uncontrollably as the vibrator continued to thrum
inside her acutely sensitive pussy while she cried, the sensations quickly
becoming overwhelming.

Laughing, he
slipped from her back and she quickly rolled over onto her side as he knelt
next to her. She wanted to yank the wicked staples from her ass, but the
ropes on her forearms and waist kept her from being able to reach. Trembling,
she looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes as he reached for the pocket
that contained the remote.

“Did my
pretty little princess orgasm?” he asked as he pulled the remote from her
pocket, holding it up for her to see as he spoke, “would you like this turned
off now?”

“Uhhh…
huhhh…,” Jessica moaned around the gag, nodding quickly and desperately.

He laughed as
he flicked the remote, and Jessica’s body shuddered as the wicked vibrations
finally came to a stop. Reaching down, he unlocked the cuff from her right
ankle and left the wired remote to lie on the floor. Her right foot was
freed from the other ankle now, but the left was still locked to the ring on
the floor.  

“Do you like
to play with sex toys, princess?” he asked, and Jessica quickly brought her
legs together as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt once more.

She felt his
hand against the wet front of her panties, fingers pressing into the sheer
material and moving it around against her flesh. She looked away from him,
biting down on the ball, as she felt him press the material between her nether
lips. Hands balled into fists, she pulled at the ropes, making them dig into
her waist as she strained.

“I guess that’s
enough pin the tail on the donkey,” he laughed, slipping his hand back out
from under her skirt. He grinned wickedly as he gathered up the two free ends
of the rope that dangled from her waist. “What do you say we try another party
game?”

Shaking her
head, she tried to resist as he bent her free right leg at the knee. Despite
her attempted resistance, he put his weight into it and easily moved her leg
into place. When the heel of her sandal pressed against her ass, he
wrapped one of the free ends of the waist rope around her thigh and ankle. She
watched helplessly as he used the rope to bind her thigh and calf together, her
foot twitching nervously as he tied off the end of the rope.  

“I’m afraid
that the donkey wasn’t the only thing that I forgot to bring, princess,” he
spoke softly as he unlocked both of the cuffs from her other leg. “I also
forgot to bring the piñata for the party, so I’m going to have to press you
into service again.”

Screaming
into the gag, she fought him desperately, kicking wildly with her free leg as
the cuffs were removed. Her helplessness was an oppressive weight,
threatening to shut down her entire body as she struggled. Though she knew
that it was futile to fight him now, bound so tightly in rope and with only one
leg free, it was the only way to force her mind to focus on something other
than despair. Despite her frantic kicking, he finally managed to get her knee
bent and then to wrap the other free piece of rope around thigh and ankle like
the first. Lying on her back, her arms bound tightly together beneath her,
no longer able to stretch out her legs or do much more than rotate her feet,
she panted for air through her nose as she watched him put the finishing
touches on his rope work.