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were quite effectively restrained. She was almost grateful for the
stiff collar on her neck that barred her from looking down, simply for the fact
that it stopped her from looking down at her naked body, her breasts and pussy completely
exposed and vulnerable in spite of the many strange adornments that he had
strapped on her.
    “Open up,
princess,” he whispered in her ear, one hand holding something metallic in
front of her lips while he wrapped the other around her waist.
    She opened
her mouth at his command, though she regretted it almost instantly. It was
a metal bar that he placed between her lips, like a horse’s bit, and it tasted
foul and metallic. Worse, though, a projection of some kind stuck out of
the back of it and he forced it back until it set off her gag reflex. She
fought against its continuing advance with her tongue and lips, and he eased
his pressure just enough for it to rest far enough forward not to gag
her. He attached the bit to the harness that enwrapped her head with what
felt like thick rubber bands against her tear-stained cheeks.
    “Please ta—” Jessica’s
attempt at speech was interrupted by fierce gagging. As soon as she
released the bit from the hold of her teeth, it plunged back deeper into her
throat, and she had to struggle against the pull of its rubber holders to force
it back out into a bearable position.
    “There, there,
pet,” he hissed, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs as she recovered
from the gagging, her teeth clenched tightly on the metal in her mouth. “Ponies
don’t need to speak.”
    Jessica
stared straight ahead, though she had little choice, as he lifted her carefully
to her feet. He rose with her, keeping his hands on her hips. Even in the
treacherous boots, he was still nearly a foot taller than she was. She swayed
as she struggled to keep her balance up on her toes. Her feet cried out in
protest at the unnatural position and she nearly toppled, leaning into the grip
of her captor to avoid falling.
    “Take your
time, princess.” He righted her again, one hand remaining on her hip while
the other roamed down to glide over the firm globes of her ass. “You’ll want to
take slow, easy steps until you get the hang of it. I’ll help you.”
    Jessica’s
cheeks burned red in humiliation as he prodded her gently forward with his hand
on her ass. Focusing hard, she brought her right foot forward and it came
down on the hard floor with a little clopping sound. As much as she hated
doing as commanded, she recognized that she would need to learn to walk in
these god-awful boots if she was going to have any chance of escaping this
place. Hesitantly, she took a few more careful steps forward, leaning
against him for support only when absolutely necessary. Vivid memories of
ballet class as a child sprung into her mind. She’d dropped out of the
classes at a young age, specifically because she refused to learn to go up on
her toes, ‘en pointe’ or something she thought her instructor had called
it. Now here she was getting another lesson, though this was not one that
she was going to be allowed to quit. It suddenly occurred to her that, if
she hadn’t dropped out of ballet class so many years before, she might have
been able to make good on her escape attempt earlier.
    “You’re doing
very well, princess,” he told her softly, stopping her and stepping in behind
her.
    As he drew
her in close, crushing her bound arms behind her against his broad chest,
Jessica’s captor reached around to roughly grasp her breasts, squeezing
them. She cried out through clenched teeth as he mauled them with his
strong hands. Her powerlessness was overwhelming. Never before in her
life had she felt so small and helpless, barely able to even walk, let alone
fight back, as this cruel stranger groped and fondled her. Holding tight
to her body, one hand roaming down over her flat stomach to tickle it lightly
as she panted, he turned her to face another