The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony (5 page)

“You’d look
much better in something with heels, you know.” He spoke, almost absently,
as he untied her left leg, and then removed its sandal as well, tossing it into
the waiting bucket.

“No, don’t,
please!” she cried out as his hands moved to her denim skirt, opening its
four buttons and beginning to tug it down her legs.

“Just relax,
princess. It’s not going to do you any good to try and stop me, tied up
like you are,” he spoke soothingly, the truth of his words filling her
with despair. He drew the skirt down over her slender legs, revealing her sheer
white panties, and tossed the wet denim into the bucket.  

“How long are
you going to keep me here?” she asked, blushing crimson as she pressed her
thighs together, trying to take her mind off what he was doing to her.

“Daddy is
going to get an anonymous phone call tonight that his little princess has been
kidnapped and how much I am demanding, and that he will receive a package with
proof and instructions. I’m going to drop our first set of pictures in the
mail to him tonight, so he should get them in a couple days,” he told her
as he bent across her to stretch her left leg out toward the corner of the
little cot, reaching underneath it to gather up a gleaming silver cuff that was
attached to that corner of the bed by a chain. “On the phone, I’ll also
tell him that any attempts to contact the authorities will result in very bad things
for you. With the pictures, he’ll get instructions regarding exactly how
much I want, and how he will give it to me.”

“But why mail
them?” Her voice cracked, breaking off her train of thought as she watched
and felt the cold steel cuff close about her slender ankle, locking it in place
close to that corner of the cot. “Wouldn’t it be faster to just drop them off?”

“Yes, it
would, but I want to give him some time. He’ll need it to get the money
together, princess,” he continued, moving her right foot towards its corner,
and bringing out another of the cuffs, “and I will need time to check all the
potential channels and make sure daddy really hasn’t contacted any law
enforcement.”

“Please, can’t
you just do the one foot?” Jessica whimpered, pouting and pulling back her
foot slightly as he drew it closer to the waiting cuff. “I won’t be able to get
away, and it would be… be a lot easier for me to handle…please.”

“It would
also be easier for you if I just locked you in a room by yourself, princess,”
he hissed, yanking her foot back into place and closing the cuff tightly in
place on it, “but this isn’t about making things easy for you.”

“So… So… it’s
going to be days until you can get your money?” she asked, looking up at
him as he moved from the area of her feet to her upper body. 

“Yes, I’d say
four at a minimum,” he answered, putting a hand behind her back and rising
her up into a sitting position with her legs stretched out in a ‘v’ in front of
her.

“Then are you
just going to keep me chained to this cot until then?” she asked, moaning
softly as he untied the rope around her waist and then began to slowly unwind
the bonds on her forearms behind her.

“While I am
at work at night; yes,” he answered, and she gasped in relief as the coils
of rope finally came free from her arms.

“And after
that?” she asked, wincing as pins and needles lanced through her arms
while they hung nearly uselessly by her sides. She wanted desperately to
fight him, now that her arms were free, but they felt like wooden logs, weak
and trembling. And what could she do, anyways, with her ankles already
locked in place?

“After that,
we’ll have a little training time, just in case daddy doesn’t play by the
rules,” he said with a grin, grabbing the bottom of her top and pulling it
up and over her head, revealing the matching white bra beneath. Instead of
fighting him, she tried to rub some life back into her aching forearms and
shoulders.

“Training
time? What do you mean?” she asked weakly as he pressed her back down
to lie on the creaking springs of the cot and tossed her top into the bucket
with the rest.

“I mean, time
to train you properly for the next set of photographs that will be sent to your
father.” As he spoke, he took hold of her right wrist and pulled it up to
the top right corner of the cot, and she heard the rattle of chain. “But we won’t
need those, will we?”

Not trusting
her voice, feeling new tears welling in her eyes as he closed a cuff on her
wrist, she shook her head in response. Biting her lower lip, she tested
each of the three cuffs already in place on her, the rattle of the chains sending
a chill down her spine. A heaving sob wracked through her body as the last
cuff was closed in place on her left wrist, completing her enforced spread
eagle position on the bed. He moved to sit next to her on the cot, the
springs pinching and biting her bare flesh as they adjusted to his additional
weight. Looking down on her from where he sat, he ran his fingers over her
bare, trembling belly.

“I should
warn you, princess, you’re going to be a very changed girl by the time you
leave here, even if your daddy does exactly what he’s supposed to do.”

“Changed? Wh-what…
what do you mean?” Jessica sobbed as her captor’s hand moved from her
belly to her breasts, caressing them through the bra.

“You’ll
understand a lot better when training begins tomorrow,” he continued, a
finger tracing the outline of her nipple through the sheer material of the bra.
“I believe that you are going to make an excellent ponygirl.”

“What do you
mean?” She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists, trying to shy away from him as he
began to pull the cups of her bra down over her breasts. “What the hell is
a ponygirl?”

“A ponygirl
is something very special, princess. Like any good beast of burden, she
wears tack and harness to make it easier for her owner to control her.” He
yanked the bra down, exposing her breasts as she cried out. “She performs
menial tasks for her owner, as well, excelling at manual labor like her truly
equine sisters.”

“But
why!? Why do you have to do this to me?” she sobbed as his hands
cupped her bare breasts.

“What truly
makes a ponygirl what she is, and what makes her truly special, is the moment
when she forgets that she is human at all, realizing her place as something
less than human,” he continued, playing with her exposed nipples and
smiling broadly. “The moment when she recognizes that she is a piece of
property, to be used as her master wishes.”

“I’m not… I’m
not a piece of property.”    

“You’re not
yet, princess,” he hissed, his eyes narrowing as he gave both nipples hard
pinches between thumbs and forefingers. “But you will be by the time your daddy
pays your ransom.”

“No, I won’t,” she
replied through clenched teeth.

“Oh good, princess. I’m
glad you think so,” he chuckled menacingly, releasing her nipples and then
rising to stand. “Because I am going to really enjoy proving you wrong.”

Jessica
looked up at him, shuddering on the cot as she laid spread before him. He
moved to the head of the little bed and turned a dial. She was surprised
when nothing more sinister than the soft sounds of classical music
resulted.  

“It’s time
for me to get back to work, princess.” He smiled as he looked down at her.
“You should try to get some sleep, because you’ve got a long day ahead of you
tomorrow. I’ll let you know what your daddy says.”

“Please…
please don’t leave me here,” Jessica sobbed as he began to walk away,
raising her voice above the sounds of the music. “Don’t do this to me!”

Without
another word, her captor turned off the lights and left the room, leaving her to
cry softly in the darkness. Only a tiny red light remained above her as
the cot creaked beneath her chained body. Her mind reeled with the reality
of her situation, and her heart was filled with dread. Her body trembled
with exhaustion from the torments he had inflicted on her, but she couldn’t
imagine falling asleep. How could this be happening to her? She
sobbed as she tried not to think about what his words about the next day’s ‘training’
could possibly mean. She told herself that there had to be a way to escape
but the ease with which he had controlled her and bound her so far seemed to
say otherwise.  

“Help me!” she
cried out desperately, muscles straining as she pulled at the cuffs that held
her wrists and ankles. “Somebody please help me!”

Jessica’s
unanswered plea for help reverberated off the walls of the mill and was
swallowed by the soothing sounds of the music that continued to play. Sobbing,
she laid spread on the creaking cot, losing herself in her misery.

Every time
Jessica moved, it seemed like the cruel rusted springs beneath her would find a
new and more tender piece of her flesh to pinch and bite. And yet, try as
she might, she could not resist her attempts at motion. Her body continually
sought some position of comfort or some freedom from the grip of the bonds that
held her in place. Only a few hours earlier, she realized, if asked her
opinion about handcuffs, she might have winked and said something like ‘Oohh…
kinky’ with a playful smile. Now, that innocent opinion was gone,
transformed into an utter hatred for the slender pieces of metal and the way
they eliminated her freedom and chafed her flesh in their un-giving restraint.  

Though the
cot was anything but comfortable, bare springs pressed into her back, there was
nothing uncomfortable about the position in which she was lying, flat on her
back with her arms and legs out at reasonable angles. It was the simple
inability to change that position that made it unbearable. She wanted, at
the very least, to reach down and pull the cups of her bra back into place to
cover her breasts. The bucket containing her clothing was only a few feet
from her head, but it might as well have been miles away. Time seemed to
slow to a crawl as she lay there in darkness.

Jessica woke
without realizing she had even fallen asleep. Confused and tired, she
tried, instinctively, to sit up as she woke, and whined as the cuffs brought
her up short. The music had ended, she realized, and the loud sound of
static that now emanated from the speakers must have been what woke her from
her slumber. She wished that she could cover her ears to help deaden the
obnoxious hissing sound and the occasional squeals that interjected themselves,
but she couldn’t reach.  

Suddenly, a
bright light appeared above her, and she cried out in surprise. Jessica
tugged once more at her restraints, frustrated and tired, as the light began to
turn itself on and off. The light, intense and white, continued to turn on
and off, growing in speed until it gradually flashed with the rapidity of a
strobe light. As the light grew towards this frenzied pace, the static of
the speakers grew in volume. The squeals, now almost painful at the higher
volume, became more common.
 

“Stop it!” Jessica
screamed, her teary eyes squeezed shut tightly but still unable to block the
intense flashes of light. “Who’s doing this!? Why are you doing this to
me?!”

As suddenly
as the visual and audio assault had begun, it ended. Jessica was left in
darkness and silence once more, collapsing against the bed. Moaning, she
opened her eyes to the darkness, and tried to find a comfortable way to lie.

“Three….
Two…. One…”  The voice was recorded, played through the speakers, but
Jessica recognized it instantly as that of her captor.

At the end of
the brief countdown, there was a loud click and then Jessica experienced pain
the likes of which she had never known before. Her whole body instantly
tensed, her back arching as she lifted herself reflexively off the bed on her
heels and arms. It felt like her insides were being burned as a powerful
jolt of electricity tore through her. She opened her mouth in a silent scream,
head thrown back. The charge was mercifully short-lived. When it ended,
her body collapsed back into the springs and she felt her heart and lungs begin
to work again. All of her muscles twitched in unison as she panted
raggedly, whimpering as she recovered from the horrific shock.

“Oh god… Oh
god… Oh god…,” she whimpered as she slowly regained some control of
herself. “Please… is someone there?”

The music
began again, the same classical song that had been playing earlier. She
trembled as she lay there, her heart racing. She wondered if the cruel
officer was in the room with her, orchestrating this attack on her, or if it was
set up on some kind of timer. Either way, it was horrific. Would
there be another shock, she wondered, and shivered at the possibility. Turning
slightly onto her side, she strained her eyes as they adjusted to the darkness,
looking for any sign of movement, but finding none. As her eyes further
explored the room, she saw three more red lights like the one above the bed,
all fairly close to her.

Lying back on
the harsh springs, Jessica explored the cuffs on her wrists with her fingers
once more. They were hard against her flesh, and left little to no room
between themselves and her wrists. So tight were they that she couldn’t
even turn her wrists in them. She knew, without a doubt, that she would
not be able to slip them past the bones of her hands. Turning her feet,
seeing them only in shadow in the darkness, the cuffs on her ankles did turn
slightly, a little looser than those on her hands. It made no difference,
though, she knew, because they were firmly locked between her heels and ankles
bones, and they were not moving any lower on her. Not for the first time,
the complete helplessness of her situation sunk in to her.

She tried to
make sense of what was happening to her. The things that her captor had
said to her made sense in and of themselves. Her father was a very wealthy
man, often proclaiming himself the wealthiest man in the county. It made
sense that a kidnapper would choose her as his victim. But why all of the
rest? Though he claimed that it was part of his plan to ensure that her
father would pay, she knew that it had to be more than that. It was
obvious that the sick bastard enjoyed what he was doing to her. In her
mind, she could still feel the touch of his hard cock, even through his jeans,
and could still hear the lust in his voice when he talked about her
body.  

A thought
occurred to her while she tried to make sense of it all, and it hit her like a
freight train. While the policeman had been careful to put on a mask when
he turned on the cameras, to hide his identity, she suddenly realized that he
had never made any attempt to hide his face from her. New tears stung her
eyes, and she began to sob as she realized exactly what that meant. There
was no way that he was going to let her go. She had seen his face. Horror
and despair overwhelmed her as she realized that if she didn’t find a way to
escape, he was going to kill her.

“No! Fuck
you! No! Don’t!” she screamed in rage and frustration when the
classical music was, once again, replaced by the hissing static sound. “Somebody
help me!”

Jessica raged
against her bonds and the cot as the light began to flash again, ignoring the
protests of her chafed wrists and ankles as she released some of her pent-up sorrow
in the hopeless exertion. She fought the cot and its hold on her as the
lights and sounds reached their climax once more before blinking off again.

“Please, don’t
do this,” Jessica sobbed, her voice hoarse and throat raw from her
screams.  “Don’t hurt me.”

“Three… Two…
One…,” the recorded voice intoned again, followed by another heavy click.

The second
burst of electricity was no easier to handle than the first, even though she
knew it was coming. Again, her body jerked against the cot in response to
the attack as it coursed through her flesh. When the agony passed, she
collapsed again, her arms and legs twitching as she panted for air.

“Why are you
doing this to me!?” she cried out in frustration, her voice cracking. “I
never hurt anyone! I’m a good girl!”

Jessica’s
only answer was the return of the classical music, and she sobbed as she lay
back on the cot. She wondered how long her captor had been gone, and how
long it would be until his return. Her whole body was exhausted from the
long torment, and it yearned for sleep, and yet her mind would not stop
racing. The soft music that played seemed to be a constant reminder of the
electric shocks, and her mind latched on to every slight pause in it to
anticipate the beginning of another attack. She struggled to stop thinking
about the electricity and to concentrate on finding a way to escape, but every
squeak of the springs beneath her dragged her thoughts back to the purpose of
her bed for the night.  

Somewhere in
a haze between sleep and waking, Jessica must have fallen asleep again, because
she woke once more with a start. This time, the light had already reached
strobe intensity, blinking rapidly above her as she woke. Instantly locked
in terror, she tensed as the light and sound show stopped once
more.  

Another
countdown. Another click, and then more pain. This became the pattern
of the night for Jessica. The night became a nightmarish tableau of her
body’s desperate attempts at sleep, interspersed by the terror and pain of the
buildup and attack of the electricity. Sometimes she would wake when the
music stopped, and other times only when the current rushed through her
body. But always her sleep was interrupted by the same pattern of buildup
and then assault.  

As the
horrible night dragged on, Jessica felt her exhaustion grow more and more real,
until she yearned so badly to sleep that she cried. She thought no longer
of the motivation of her abductor, or of what her fate might be. All of
her world was focused on desperately grabbing whatever sleep she could find
between the attacks on her tortured body. Adrift in a sea of torment,
Jessica struggled to cling to hope as the night crawled by.