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her precarious balance immediately lost. Searing pain from the heavy impact assaulted her kneecaps, and for a moment she wondered if she would fall flat on her face. It took a few seconds, but she managed to keep her torso vertical. Her eyes began to fill with tiny sparks of pure fury. As if to goad Daniel further she turned her other cheek to face him.
    He looked at her incredulously. 'Are you trying to get us in trouble? They'll cane the flesh from both our bones if they catch you opening your gob. All you'll succeed in doing is making sure they're forced to silence you, and believe me when I say you won't like their tactics. You've already earned two punishments so far today, I wouldn't be so quick to be courting a third.' Shaking his head in disgust he hauled her up from the floor and keeping a tight grip on her leash, marched her straight to the tack room and shoved her inside, so anxious was he to get rid of her. The door was then slammed shut in her face.
    Jenny listened to the sound of his booted feet stomping away and felt his handprint throb against her cheek. Resting it against the cool wood of the door, alleviating the pain somewhat, she found herself reluctant to turn around. The smell of leather, polish and antiseptic were already assailing her nostrils, and they were not comforting scents. Eventually she managed to summon enough courage to face the music, or the silence, as it happened.
    The first thing she noticed was that there was nobody inside. Having ascertained that fact, she immediately went back to the door and banged into it with her backside, seeing if there was a chance it might open. The heavy wooden door didn't move an inch and her ass exploded in pain.
    Think, Jenny, think! But try as she might, kicking at it with her hooves and knocking it in an awkward backward position with her mittens achieved no greater effect. The door was locked and she was trapped.
    Check for exits. Careful to walk slowly and maintain her balance, fully aware that if she stumbled she would not be able to right herself, Jenny began to explore her surroundings. Concentrating solely on looking for an escape route and trying not to let her eyes linger on the various bits of human-pony tack that decorated the walls and floors, she eventually found what she was looking for just past the line of brightly coloured collars. White, yellow, blue, green, orange, red and black; what did they mean? Shaking her head to rid it of thoughts she wouldn't need, her eyes settled on the door just past the long shelf; the only additional door the room contained. It had a handle. Of course it had a handle, but how on earth did you open it with both arms clipped behind your back? With your teeth, perhaps? In the end the dilemma was solved for her, as when she bent to grip the metal handle with her mouth the door moved. Someone had obviously forgotten to close it.
    The room beyond was small and dark. It didn't bode well. Searching around for a light switch she found a cord dangling beside the door. Her teeth were going to get quite a workout today! Gripping the cord between her molars she tugged and heard a click. Bright light flooded the room. Knowing she had little time to waste she focused her attention, looking for an exit or anything that might pass as one, such as a ventilation shaft, heating vent or window. There was nothing. The room had a linoleum floor, plenty of shelves, lots of sex toys and absolutely nothing that would be of the slightest use in an escape attempt. Cursing, she slammed her back against the wall in anger and watched as dildo's rained down around her. The sound of shattering glass filled the air.
    'Well, what have we here, Agnes?'
    Jenny spun around, only to discover that the two old ladies who had performed her internal exam yesterday were casually watching her antics from the open door. They held in their hands a white leather corset, a bridle and a fat butt plug complete with a tail.
    'No,' whispered Jenny. 'No, no,