Free The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony by Will Versuch

corner of the room. With the
blinders and collar directing her sight forward, she had originally missed the
rope strung in a rough circle at about waist level, perhaps 30 feet in
circumference, supported at various points by metal poles set in the floor, and
with knots tied at intervals along its length.
    “We’re going
to call this a little trial by fire for you, princess.” He patted her ass
again, finished with his fondling and directing her toward the waiting rope. “This
should be an excellent opportunity for you to get the hang of walking again.”
    As she
stumbled forward awkwardly, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering how long
it would be until he decided to rape her, and why he had restrained himself
thus far. It was clear from the way that he reacted to her that he wanted
to, she thought with dread and loathing, and yet he had so far abstained from
taking her. She tugged nervously at the bonds on her wrists, recognizing
how vulnerable she was at this moment, her pussy bare and exposed with no means
to defend herself. He stopped her, facing the ring of rope, just in front
of one of its supporting poles. Jessica’s heart pounded in her chest in
anticipation of what was to come.
    “Hhleeezzeee….
Dhon’t,” she groaned around the metallic bit in her mouth as her captor
lifted her up and placed her back down again, the rope stretching out in front
of her, and firmly pressed between her legs.
    The rough
hemp bit into Jessica’s bare pussy lips as she came to rest on the floor with a
light clatter. She cried out, screaming in frustration around the bit, as
he crudely spread those nether lips, allowing the scratchy rope to wedge itself
between them. When he released her, she wobbled slightly, squeezing her
legs together tightly to try to alleviate some of its pressure, and to seek
what support she could gain from the taut rope.
    “We’re going
to try some laps, princess, and keep going until you’ve got the hang of walking
again,” he spoke slowly, pausing to fit in his words between her ragged
pants and grunts.
    With
tear-blurred vision, she saw him squat down, leaving her limited field of
vision, and then felt his hands run over her legs. As she struggled to
maintain her balance, he caressed her thighs and ass, spreading her cheeks as
if her were inspecting her. She wanted to scream and rage against him, but
the bit continued to threaten to make another plunge into her throat, requiring
the constant attention of her clenched jaw to remain in place. The bound
girl stood absolutely still as her captor rose to walk around behind her, too
afraid of losing her balance to move.
    “Three….
Two….” he spoke strongly, and Jessica felt herself step forward immediately,
instinctively.
    With the hesitant,
mincing step, the rough hemp scraped painfully across her vulnerable pussy and
she cried out in pain, legs wobbling. Stopping again, she clenched her thighs
tight against the rope. Recovering, she couldn’t believe how quickly his
voice had made her move, the simple countdown bringing horrific memories of the
long night before directly to her mind. The rope was extremely
uncomfortable even without movement, particularly because she was forced to
lean into it for the extra support that her feet could not give her while
trapped in the boots. In motion, however, it was a far worse experience,
and her pussy burned from the inch she had traveled.
    “Keep moving,
princess,” her captor ordered behind, and she felt something tap against
the rope, making it quiver for a moment. “Three… Two…. One…”
    Ready for the
countdown this time, Jessica forced herself to remain still throughout it,
though her body instinctively wanted to move. At its conclusion, she felt
something tap against her left asscheek, and then an explosion of pain that
rippled through her leg and belly. She screamed as the shock tore through
her, and then gagged on the bit as it plunged back into her open