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

mouth. Choking,
she lost her balance and fell forward, the cruel rope dragging across her tender
pussy until she fell past it, her shoulder hitting the ground hard. She
trembled, lying on her side and unable to right herself, one of her legs lifted
up in the air and resting on the taut rope. She fought with the bit, her
jaw tightening and threatening to cramp as she forced it back into place.
    “I expect my commands
to be obeyed, princess,” he said softly as he reached down to lift her,
setting her back on her feet with the rope once more riding against her pussy.
“Make no mistake, ponygirl. I will break you.”
    As she sobbed
and struggled to maintain her balance, Jessica watched her captor move in front
of her. Through a haze of tears, she saw that he was carrying a red rod
with two prongs on its end that were tipped in metal. She jerked
backwards, almost falling, as he pointed the thing in her direction.
    “It’s a cattle
prod, in case you’re wondering,” he laughed.
    Her cheeks
red and flush with tears, Jessica struggled to walk forward, her chest heaving
with sobs as the rope ground between her pussy lips. Her boots continued
to make their clopping noises with each careful step. She tried to focus
her mind on something else, anything else, but it refused to concentrate on
anything but the pain between her legs and the horror of this captivity. Pausing
between each careful step to clutch the rope with her thighs and adjust her
balance, she continued her slow pace forward until she felt a thick knot
against the lips of her pussy, dreading the thought of trying to pass it.
    “Keep going,
princess,” her captor warned her, still brandishing the wicked prod as she
stared into his eyes, pleading silently with him.
    Closing her
eyes tightly, squeezing the tears from them, she pushed herself slowly forward
over the knot. Her thighs trembled as the sensation, a bizarre mix of
titillation and pain, rushed through them. Jessica’s breath caught in her
throat as the rough knot grazed across her clitoris before burying itself in
her vagina for a moment before she passed it completely. On the other side
of the knot, she paused, a thin sheen of sweat coating her slender body. Pressing
forward again, she sobbed as the rough rope continued to bite into her most
sensitive flesh, reaching another knot and passing this one more quickly.
    “You’re
getting the hang of it,” her captor spoke proudly as she neared the first
pole and new anger flashed up in her.
    Jessica’s
pussy already felt raw from this first leg of her journey, and the insides of
her legs ached from the constant effort of keeping herself upright in the
torturous boots. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she wasn’t almost
continuously forced to rely on the rope for additional support, causing her to
ride harder against it than her sore flesh desired. Reaching the first
pole, she tried to concentrate harder on balancing in the boots alone, to
relieve some of the pain. It was a difficult task, and she was reminded of
why she had quit ballet those years before. The boots, in their own way,
actually helped a little, giving her a broader platform than just the toes on
which to rest, and supplying some support. However, it was still a huge
adjustment to get used to walking with her toes pointing straight down and
without the support of her heels.
    “Soon, you’ll
be high-stepping with pride, my luscious little pony,” her captor spoke,
his eyes beaming, as he watched her inch her way up to the first post.
    Moving onto
the post, Jessica took a moment to recover, able to relax slightly by pressing
the insides of her thighs and calves against the cool metal and sitting down
slightly on its rounded top. The cool metal against her ragged pussy was a
welcome change from the rough rope, and she sobbed softly in relief, dreading
the next step back out onto the rope.
    “Three…”
    She stepped
forward instantly as he began to count, wobbling at