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

the sudden movement, but
keeping her balance. She winced as the rope bit into her flesh once
more. Walking along the rope, she tested the bonds that held her hands up
behind her again, knowing that there would be no escape, but seeking to focus
on something besides the continuing attack of the rope. Tugging on the
locks that held her mittens to the harness, she could feel the straps on her
chest around her breasts dig deeper into her skin.
    The morning
became a blur of pain and exertion for Jessica as she struggled to make her way
around the rope circle. As she got better at maneuvering in the boots, the
rope itself became less torturous since she didn’t need to press so hard
against it. It was still a constant presence, however, sliding along her
aching flesh. As she progressed, the knots remained her greatest enemy,
the tension of the rope driving them into her and attacking her clit. She
trembled visibly at the approach of them, and struggled to get past them as
quickly as possible.
    Each pole was
like an oasis, a tranquil island of peace in the turbulent sea that was the
rope circle. She paused as long as her captor would allow at each one,
relishing the soothing cool of the metal and slight rest for her legs. In
time, she grew bolder, waiting until he reached ‘two’ on the dreaded countdown
before thrusting herself forward. As she continued her journey, Jessica’s
legs began to tremble from the exertion. She gradually began to stumble
more often as the strength of her legs started to give out, forcing her to once
again press against the rope for support.
    Jessica’s
whole body seemed to cry out simultaneously, exhausted and ready to
collapse. She felt thin, not with regard to weight, but in a more
metaphysical sense; stretched thin and close to her breaking point. She
knew that she desperately needed sleep and she was hungry and thirsty,
too. Her lower body ached from this cruel torture, and she felt the need
to pee starting to build in her bladder. All of it together made her want
to give in, to collapse into sleep on the spot, but the fear of another touch
of the cattle prod kept her inching forward slowly.
    “Stop,” he
ordered, and she winced as she stopped with one of the knots wedged inside her.
    Panting, she
pressed her trembling thighs together and leaned reluctantly into the rope and
knot for support.

Chapter Five

 

Hard Labor

 
    “It’s time
for your test, Princess,” her captor spoke from somewhere behind her, out
of her field of vision. “Before you take it, though, you should know what is at
stake. If you are clear-headed enough to understand me, stomp your left
hoof once.”
    With great
effort, leaning more into the rope with a strangled whine, Jessica stomped her
left foot and then waited. She felt her captor’s hand on her shoulder,
standing close behind her now. Drawing her back against him, he placed a
hand on her right breast and began to fondle it gently.
    “Good girl,” he
whispered in her ear. “From now on, when I ask you a question, one stomp will
mean ‘yes’, and two will mean ‘no.’ Understood?”
    Face red with
humiliation and anger, but willing to bare it if it meant getting through this
ordeal, Jessica stomped her foot once again.
    “This stable
breeds two types of ponies, Princess,” he continued, absently twisting her
nipple between thumb and forefinger. “And it’s up to you which type of pony you
will become.”
    On the verge
of more tears, brought on by the casual way he groped her body and the way he
talked about making her a pony, Jessica forced herself to remain calm. The
constant restraint was already getting to her, and it hadn’t even been a day
yet. She couldn’t imagine what sort of condition she would be in by the
time her father made good on the ransom demands. He couldn’t really plan
to keep her bound like this for days, could he?
    “The first,
less talented ponies, are suitable for hard labor.” His hand