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experienced a series of somewhat disturbing dreams.
thought. Who the hell dreams about
getting an enema?? The "sludge" and "enema" dreams
were more or less tied for least favorite.
And then... Effie was
awake... sort of.
- Darkness... total
and complete darkness... and she couldn't move!
- Someone was
hosing her down with warm water! ... then scrubbing her body
with a soft brush... everywhere... and by everywhere she
- Someone was
poking and prodding her body all over the place...
and she didn't like it!
was propping her mouth open and someone was jabbing
and scraping her teeth and gums with a sharp object!
- Dollops of some
sort of warm, semi-palatable sludge were being injected into
the back of her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow!
- Something had
been shoved up her butt! ... and it was followed by
a disturbingly large flood of warm water ... which
she then expelled!
She opened her eyes... and immediately squeezed them shut
again. A very bright light was shining in
her face from directly overhead.
Effie had a headache. Not a bad headache... but
she had a headache. She also had an everywhere-ache.
Her muscles and joints were sore... everywhere... or at least a
little sore. She was also naked... or still naked.
Her memories of recent events at The Four Seasons were
100% intact. She assumed they were recent events,
anyway. She continued assessing her situation... and
decided she was lying on her back on a thinly-cushioned surface
in the "lounge chair position" with her arms raised and her
hands to either side, even with her head.
Fine-tuning her assessment, her elbows were bent about 90°, her
legs were raised and splayed apart with her knees bent about
45°, and everything would be staying that way for the immediate
future. Why? Because her wrists were bound in tight,
wide, padded, cuffs, and more padded cuffs or belts
bound her upper arms, waist, her thighs just above her knees,
and her ankles. In addition, a pair of un-padded
straps pinned down her upper torso, passing above and below her
Effie decided she'd learned all she could learn by feel alone...
so she cautiously opened her eyes and blinked several
times until her eyes adapted to the glare. Visual sensors
finally on-line, Effie lifted her head and looked around.
cuffs and straps were conventional medical restraints—wide,
hefty, tan leather lined with soft white padding—and they were double
cuffs, meaning there were wide, padded inner-cuffs and
narrow, un-padded outer-straps over the inner-cuffs. The
two un-padded straps framing her boobs were the same tan
color. So, Effie noted, everything's a
matching set. Whoop-de-doo.
Also, the cuffs and straps in question were binding her to what
she realized was a stainless steel gynecologist's examining
table—complete with knee-troughs and stirrups! That
meant, seeing as her legs were splayed, her private parts
weren't so private, which she decided was not good.
Effie tugged on the wrist-cuffs and tried to kick her feet, but
everything held. The stainless steel table/lounge-chair
didn't even shake.
Effie was gagged—still gagged—but it wasn't the
ball-gag-and-medical-tape combo Kyler's amazon she-goons had
crammed into and plastered over her mouth back in the
penthouse. Her current gag was some kind of hard metal
bit. It had flanges or bent parts that pressed against the
back of her teeth and was held in her mouth by a tight, narrow
strap buckled at the nape of her neck. That's what it felt
like, anyway. Her hair was pulled back and confined in a
tight ponytail. She could feel it trying to flop and sway
as she lifted and turned her head.
Effie continued her visual survey and decided she was not
in The Four Seasons... unless the 5-star hotel had
decided to decorate its medical examining room as if it was the
interior of an old farm building. The walls were wide,
unpainted, horizontal boards the dark gray-brown color of aged
"barn wood." To her right, a pair of stainless steel
medical-style cabinets with glass doors and a steel cart on
wheels stood against the wall. Overhead was an array of
adjustable spotlights suitable for a surgical suite, the sources
of the bright light shining in her face and bouncing off the
rest of her. Beyond the spotlights' glare were
To Effie's left... "GLRRR!" Her eyes popped wide!
A petite, naked woman was hanging from the rafters! Wide,
padded, black leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and
attached to a vertical steel chain! A ball-gag plugged her
mouth and a thick, wide, black leather collar encircled her
neck. Finally, black leather cuffs bound her ankles
together. Her feet were on pointe with her toes
dangling about four inches above the concrete floor.
Oh-by-the-way, the woman in question was Lady Jo Gladburn!
Effie recognized her immediately, despite the ball-gag
causing Her Ladyship to grimace! Her Ladyship returned her
stare with serene calm—naked, suspended, bound, and gagged
serene calm—as if her current predicament was some sort of
normal. Talk about your British reserve! Effie
mused. Then again, she has been a prisoner for
six months... probably... almost certainly. Is this a
typical 'day at the office' for Her Ladyship? Surely
she hasn't been dangling from her wrists for six months!
Effie noted additional details:
Effie was reasonably
sure this was a recent development, meaning the piercing had
happened subsequent to Her Ladyship's
disappearance/abduction. However, the nipples in question
appeared to be completely healed. In any case, during her
journalistic research Effie had come across candid photos
snapped by the paparazzi of Lady Jo while on vacation in Spain
and rocking a wet bikini. She hadn't been topless, but if
her nipples had been pierced, even with simple posts and
not rings, it would have been apparent.
- Lady Jo was in
shape. Her muscles were stretched and elongated by her
suspension-predicament, of course, but Effie could tell her
fellow prisoner was in very good condition.
Obviously, in the six months since her disappearance, Lady
Jo had been eating regularly and getting her exercise.
- Also, lots of
sun. Lady Jo had a healthy if somewhat peculiar
tan with an unusual set of tan-lines. It would
appear she had spent many hours sunbathing and/or exercising
in knee-socks and a skimpy, French-cut, one-piece bathing
suit that left her breasts fully exposed!
- And speaking of
Lady Jo's beasts—the peer's nipples were pierced!!
And she was sporting steel rings with small,
dangling brass bells!!
Between the distance, the glare from the spotlights, and Lady
Jo's gag, it was difficult for Effie to read Her Ladyship's
expression in nuanced detail, but Effie's initial assessment
that Her Ladyship was unfazed by her situation remained
intact. Was she sympathetic to Effie's situation?
Yes. That was obvious. But the fact that they were
both gagged was putting a serious damper on Effie's ability to
conduct an interview and fill in the blanks. Anyway, Lady
Jo was anything but a whimpering and broken
Just then, Effie heard the sound of approaching footsteps... and
diagnosed at least two sets of hard-soled footwear with
increasing confidence. Effie could tell Lady Jo was also
aware that they were about to have visitors. Finally, two
women strolled into Effie's somewhat limited field of view.
One was Kyler Drāgon! The other was a complete
stranger. Both were dressed in classic English equestrian
drag from the waist down, meaning knee length riding boots and
skintight riding pants with the seat and inner thighs lined with
Kyler's boots were medium-brown, her pants British-tan with
slightly darker chamois butt and thigh patches, and she was
wearing a white, long-sleeve cotton blouse with the sleeves
rolled up. A designer silk scarf, predominately in shades
of blue that complemented her eyes, was folded and tied around
her neck like a bandana. Her glorious blond hair was loose
about her shoulders in "tousled" waves, framing her gorgeously
beautiful face, and a happy (sinister) smile curled her lips and
twinkled in her blue (sinister) eyes.
The stranger's boots were black and her riding pants and butt
and thigh patches shades of light-gray. Her top was a
cadet-blue tank that enthusiastically hugged her torso and ample
breasts, tightly enough to strongly suggest that her nipples
were not pierced. Her brown hair was cropped
pixie-short, her eyes blue (like Kyler's), and her features even
and attractive (in a hard, athletic sort of way).
Oh-by-the-way, the stranger was in very good
shape. Kyler was also physically fit, of course
(as confirmed in the bedroom back in The Four Seasons),
but the stranger had well-defined muscles and moved with the
grace and assurance of an all-around athlete in prime
condition. Her smile was less ecstatic than The Dragon
Lady's, but she was smiling.
"Ahh," Kyler sighed as the duo (meaning the duo not naked,
bound, and gagged) arrived at Effie's table/lounge-chair.
"There she is! Effie, my new pony." She rested her
right hand on Effie's lower tummy, between her dark, neatly
trimmed, pubic bush and the padded cuff-belt binding her waist
to the table.
"MRRR!" Effie complained, squirming and staring daggers at the
smiling Dragon Lady. Hands off, you fucking
"Temper, temper!" Kyler chuckled, continuing her slow, gentle
massage of Effie's tummy. "Nobody likes a grumpy pony."
Effie continued glaring and squirming. You can shove
that 'grumpy pony' crap right up your... Her
expression changed from gagged-and-irate to
'pony?' What the hell does she mean by 'pony?'
Kyler focused her smile on the short-haired stranger with the
The stranger responded in a melodious alto voice. "Effie
has been bathed, scrubbed, fed a little pony-pablum, and cleaned
out. She passed her general and dental exams with flying
colors, and obviously the transport drugs have worn off.
She's probably still a little hungry, but I've made
sure she's properly hydrated, so thirst shouldn't be an issue."
Kyler nodded, then focused her smile on Effie, once again.
"Excellent. Any piercings other than her earlobes?"
"No," the stranger responded. "Her bellybutton, labia, and
clitoral hood are all virgin... so to speak. I've already
disposed of the ear-posts." She then turned and strolled
towards the cabinets on Effie's right.
Hey, I liked those posts! Effie mentally objected.
Kyler sensed her displeasure. "Don't worry, dear," she
purred, smiling and giving Effie's tummy a gentle pat.
"Ponies don't have pierced ears. Not my ponies,
Again with the 'pony' crap! Effie fumed.
The stranger had returned, wheeling the stainless steel cart
Effie had noticed earlier. Its top shelf was covered by a
jade-green cloth. The stranger whisked the cloth
aside—"Mrrrf?"—revealing a neat array of various stainless steel
surgical instruments, mostly different kinds of forceps and
"Mrrr!" Effie watched with growing apprehension as the
stranger selected a locking pair of forceps with a rubber-padded
Meanwhile, Kyler had strolled to the head of Effie's table.
"Glrrr?" The Dragon Lady had lifted some sort of steel
something-or-other and dropped it to either side of Effie's
surprised and gagged head, where it locked in place with an
authoritative clunk followed by a snap!
Obviously, whatever it was, the thing was attached to the
underside of the table/lounge-chair by a hinged mechanism, and
was adjustable. "Glrrr!" Effie heard a metallic
squealing sound as Kyler did something (probably repeatedly
turning a small metal wheel), and padded somethings tightened
against the sides of her head until they clamped her head firmly
in place! The thing in question was a head-vice!
"Settle down," Kyler purred, then positioned a leather strap
across Effie's forehead, pulled it taut, and secured its buckle!
Effie's head was now completely immobilized! "Glrrr!"
Next, Kyler leaned close and reached to either side of Effie's
bit-gag. She heard a metallic ratcheting sound and felt
the accompanying vibrations. "Mrr-ARRR!"
Simultaneously, Effie's mouth was forced open until her jaws
were stretched apart, nearly to their limit!
"Arrrrrrrl!" Obviously, the bit of her bit-gag was in two
parts and had come with the required hardware to serve as a
dental-style, jaw-spreading clamp! "Arrrrrgurlh!"
Thanks to the head-vice-clamp and bit-gag-clamp, from the neck
up all Effie could do was roll her eyes, flutter her eyelids,
and wiggle her tongue. She did all three—but with respect
to her tongue—not for long!
Both Kyler and the stranger loomed close and, working together,
clamped Effie's tongue with the forceps and stretched it from
her mouth until wiggling was no longer an option! Kyler
was holding the forceps (and therefore Effie's tongue) while the
stranger was poking the underside of her tongue with a powerful
"Here's an excellent spot," The stranger purred.
"Very few blood vessels."
"Indeed," Kyler agreed.
Effie disagreed. "Arrrrrglh!" She had a
pretty good idea what The Dragon Lady and her minion were up to,
and she was not on board with the proposition! As
it turned out, Effie's worst fears were correct, but
unfortunately—as had been the case with everything that had
happened to her since shortly after entering Eve Darlington
and/or Kyler Drāgon's penthouse suite in The Four Seasons—Effie's
opinion was entirely moot.
Working in concert, they did it! The be precise, the
stranger did most of it, reaching to and from the steel cart for
whatever she needed. And what, exactly, was "it?"
The blonde and brunette assholes in the riding outfits with the
grabby hands and evil smiles pierced Effie's
Okay, truth be told, it wasn't all that painful, only
about as bad as when she'd gotten her ears pierced. There
had been a slightly jarring stab of pain, but nothing
Effie couldn't handle—even when not naked, strapped
down, and helpless.
A stainless steel dumbbell (two small spheres screwed into
either end of a short post) was installed in the freshly made
hole. And then, adding wadding to impalement, Kyler
continued holding Effie's now pierced tongue with the forceps
while the stranger placed a thick, white cotton pad under her
tongue and a second pad over her tongue. Then,
still working in concert and with deft efficiency, Kyler
released the forceps as the stranger stuffed a third, even
larger pad into Effie's gaping mouth. Next, they unbuckled
the bit-gag's strap, released its clamping mechanism, whisked it
from Effie's stuffed mouth, and replaced it with a single wide
strip of off-white Microfoam tape, all before Effie could do
anything other than blink her eyes a few times!
"Effie's tongue will be a little sore for a day or two," the
stranger purred, smiling and placing what was probably intended
to be a reassuring hand on Effie's left breast, "and I'll have
her on antibiotics for the next week. And possibly a mild
painkiller if I think she needs it, but they usually don't."
"But first we have to finish, of course," Kyler added with a
truly bloodcurdling smile.
Huh? Effie wondered. 'Finish?'
Meanwhile, the stranger had reached down to the cart's lower
shelf and returned with—"MRRRRRRRR!"
Effie Dennings was not into BDSM—something she'd very
much like to explain to Kyler Drāgon (before and after giving
the blond bitch the beat-down she so richly deserved,
of course)—but even Effie recognized a pair of nipple-stretching
The things were identical stainless steel gizmos and clearly
designed to rest against a person's breasts, directly over
their nipples. Attached were vertical, 90°, "U"-shaped
loops and spring-loaded clamps that could be adjusted by means
of vertical screws to streeetch the nipples of the
poor, unfortunate person doomed to experience the tug of the
diabolical devices—which Effie assumed was about to be her!
Again, Effie was right!
The nipple-stretches were positioned, one at a time, and the
jaws of the clamps engaged. "MRRRRR!" Then, the
wing-nuts were turned and Effie's clamped nipples and the
immediate surrounding areas of her breasts were stretched
something like a full inch!
"MRRRRR!" That hurts, dammit!
And then... once everything was to their satisfaction... Effie's
captors pierced her nipples!
This time, all Kyler did was hold the gizmos steady as Effie
tried to wiggle and squirm. The stranger did almost all
the work, swabbing Effie's breasts and nipples with icy-cold
alcohol, then using some sort of wrench-like tool with handles
to pierce her stretched flesh! The stranger
inserted steel rings into the tiny holes, then used a pair of
specialized locking forceps to close the rings and hold them
closed for several seconds. Ellie strongly suspected some
sort of epoxy might have been involved, but her view of the
proceedings was obstructed and intermittent.
Unfortunately, nothing interfered with the full
function of her nipples' nerve-endings! The actual
piercing was slightly more painful than her tongue, but again,
it wasn't that bad. Admittedly worse,
however—"MRRR!"—was the alcohol swabbing that happened after
the rings were in place. Finally, the
ring-clamping-forceps were released—EYOW!!—and the
nipple-stretchers removed. Truth be told, the clamps were
the worst part—they were bad going on, but even worse coming
off! Ow, dammit! Finally, some sort of
ointment was slathered on her nipples, then they were covered by
a pair of unusually large circular band-aids, rings and all.
And the deed was done.
Assholes! Effie silently huffed, glowering at Kyler
and her minion.
"Oh my," Kyler chuckled. "If looks could kill. She's
a feisty one." She then glanced at her
watch. "No rest for the wicked. I'm afraid it's
almost time for an important conference call I was unable to
reschedule." She smiled at Effie, once again.
"Welcome to my stables, Effie. I'm going to have to leave
you in Tasha's capable hands, but we'll get better acquainted
later, I promise." She leaned close and planted a quick
kiss on the tip of Effie's nose, gave her lower tummy an
affectionate pat, then turned and strolled away.
Die, asshole! Effie silently fumed. The Dragon
Lady's footsteps faded away, and Effie was alone... not counting
the stranger (who, apparently, was named "Tasha") and Lady Jo
(who was still hanging around).
"Finally," Tasha chuckled, "I thought she'd never leave."
She strolled to the wall behind Lady Jo... there was a quiet hum
(which Effie diagnosed as the sound of a small motor)... and
Lady Jo's suspended body lowered until her toes touched the
concrete floor... followed by the soles and heels of her bare
feet. Her Ladyship's arms were still raised, but she was
no longer stretched by gravity and hanging.
"Mistress Kyler delights in tormenting poor Jo," Tasha
stated, apparently for Effie's benefit. "I try and go as
easy on her as I dare, but Mistress is the boss."
She strolled back to Effie and the table/lounge-chair, still
smiling. "My advice is to be a good, and above all, obedient
pony. And whatever you do, don't antagonize
Mistress. You do not want to get on Mistress' bad
Effie glared at Tasha's grinning face. I'm
not on her 'bad side' now??
close attention," Tasha stated, then reached down to the cart's
lower shelf (which Effie didn't find at all ominous)
and returned with a black leather collar. It had a pebbled
finish and shining steel hardware, including studs, as well as a
dangling circular ring in front and "D"-rings on the left and
Effie blinked in mild surprise. The collar looked
expensive and was impressive (Effie supposed), but given all
that had happened in the recent past, why was Tasha treating a
simple albeit kinky collar with so much drama? Not that
Effie was indifferent to involuntarily wearing a leather collar,
of course. In fact, Effie was definitely on the no-collar
side of the debate, but she knew her opinion was as moot as
"There's a lot more to our pony collars than meets the eye,"
Tasha purred, slowly turning the collar in her hands. "In
point of fact, this is a smart-collar."
Effie thought stared at the collar in question. Say
"As you can see," Tash continued, "it secures with a three-point
lock in the rear, and the backside is somewhat thicker than the
front. That's because it holds several sets of wafer-thin
rechargable batteries and most of the electronics." She
turned the collar so Effie could see the collar's
interior. "Note the copper studs lining the throat.
With a full charge, the collar can deliver up to an hour of very
unpleasant shocks, but only if its wearer is a bad pony."
Shit! Effie thought.
"That's right, Effie," Tasha purred. "Our smart-collars
are obedience collars, and all are part of our very
elaborate, very expensive security system. All
the critical doors and windows of Mistress' stables and ranch
house are wired with sophisticated sensors. If they detect
an 'inappropriate' collar transponder approaching within ten
feet, they trigger a warning zap that's only slightly
painful. At eight feet, they deliver a more serious
warning. At five feet, they more or less knock
the naughty pony on her cute little ass."
Shit! Effie reiterated.
"Of equal importance," Tasha continued, "a good pony is a mute
pony. At Mistress' discretion, the collar can be set
to strongly discourage its wearer from whining,
complaining, or engaging in un-pony-like conversation."
She then leaned forward, placed the collar around Effie's
throat, and engaged the flush-mounted lock at the nape of her
"Mrrrf!" Effie complained. With her head still clamped and
strapped in place, all she could do was roll her shoulders a
little, but that hadn't even come close to slowing Tasha
down. The collar was in place and locked. Also, it
was snug and she could just feel the copper studs in
the front, even though that hadn't zapped her (yet). In
point of fact, Effie had to admit the "smart-collar" was a
perfect fit. She would have preferred if it wasn't quite
so wide, but it certainly didn't feel like a
neck-brace. She supposed she'd get used to it... in
time. She supposed she'd have to, seeing as how she didn't
have any choice in the matter.
Collaring complete, Tasha smiled and rested her right palm on
Effie's waist, above the padded waist-belt and below the
un-padded below-the-boobs strap. "I can tell you have
spirit," Tasha said quietly. "As Mistress said, you're a feisty
one. I wish you'd refrain from testing your pretty new
collar, but I know that's too much to ask. I assure you,
it works, a lesson all of Mistress' ponies have
learned." She turned and smiled at Lady Jo. "Isn't
that right, Jo?"
Her Ladyship didn't seem to be in the mood for rhetorical
questions. Her only response was a mildly disapproving
Tasha chuckled and turned back to Effie. "I suppose a
little demonstration is in order." She gave Effie's tummy
a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. You've been through
enough for one day. Jo will serve as our
example. You see, she's a feisty one too, Effie. Jo
was quite the little fighter when she first arrived, but she's
learned her lessons well." Tasha leaned close. "Not
that I'm fooled, of course," she whispered. "She's still
feisty at heart, but now she knows her place. Mistress
allows, even encourages her to push back a little, but only for
entertainment purposes. By and large, however, Jo has
learned to cooperate, which certainly makes my job
easier." She gave Effie's upper tummy another pat, then
spun on her booted heels and strolled in Lady Jo's direction.
Effie watched as Tasha knelt and unbuckled Jo's ankle cuffs,
then stood and unbuckled her wrist cuffs. Jo was now
"free," wearing only the ball-gag and what Effie assumed was
another "smart-collar." The naked, gagged, and collared
peer locked eyes with Tasha and stood in place. Her bells
had swayed and tinkled quietly as she lowered her arms, but now
they were still and silent.
"Good pony," Tasha chuckled as she took a step back.
Jo widened her stance to about seven inches, placed her hands
atop her head with her fingers interlaced (causing her bells to
tinkle), then lowered her gaze to the concrete floor
(and/or Tasha's boots).
Tasha stepped behind and slightly to Jo's left, placed her left
hand atop Jo's hands and head, leaned close, and more-or-less
embraced her from behind, reaching around and across the
shorter, naked "pony's" body with her right arm and gently
squeezing her left breast.
A shiver quivered through Jo's petite, toned, curvaceous body,
but she remained in the ordered pose. Her left
nipple-ring-bell tinkled as Tasha continued kneading her breast
"Now," Tasha purred, "why do you suppose a 'feisty' pony like Jo
would allow me to handle her this way?" Tasha's smile was
on Effie. "Jo has learned the painful lesson of obedience,
that's why." Her hand slid down Jo's flat, sculpted
abdomen, and found its way to her crotch. "I hope you take
my advice, Effie, and avoid testing your collar.
All you need to do is simply... obey."
Tasha's hand was gliding up and down between Jo's legs... but
still Lady Jo held her pose. She did resume
shuddering and shaking, however, enough to make one or both of
her bells chime now and then.
"I confess I enjoy the carrot more than the stick," Tasha
purred. She tilted her head and licked the side of Jo's
left bicep. "But I promise you, Effie, you will learn
to be a good pony like Jo, one way or another."
Effie blinked in... embarrassment? Tasha was openly
frigging the naked, ball-gagged, shivering, squirming, and
obedient Jo. Effie continued watching in introspective
horror. I sure as hell don't want to be a
'good pony'... but it's probably only a matter of time 'til I
start acting like a good pony if these collars are
half as effective as she says. I need to get the damn
thing off my neck and get the hell away from this
place... wherever 'this place' is.
Tasha continued frigging Jo for about another minute... then
gave her a resounding smack on her right butt-cheek,
released her embrace, and stepped back to face Her Ladyship.
Jo panted through her ball-gag and glared at
Tasha. Her breasts heaved, but not enough to give voice to
Effie couldn't be sure, but if forced to place a wager, she's
say Her Ladyship had not achieved orgasm... unless she
had a low threshold and was able to suppress the usual physical
signs. Being able to suppress her reactions wasn't totally
out of the question, of course. After all, she was
Tasha smiled, then pointed to the open doorway. "Down to
Tack Room One, Jo," she ordered. "I'll be along shortly to
strap you into your harness for your afternoon exercise."
Jo turned and padded away, her hands still atop her gagged
head. Effie's last view of the naked aristocrat was of
Tasha's pink, fading palm print on Jo's firm butt.
Tasha reached into her pocket and produced a smartphone, tapped
its screen a few times... then returned it to her pocket.
And then, smiling broadly, she strolled to Effie and the
table/lounge-chair, lifted the jade-green cloth from the steel
tray, and draped it over Effie's gagged and clamped-down head!
"Mrrf?-Urk!" The smart-collar had delivered its
first lesson: Even when gagged, ponies are mute. The zap
hadn't been too painful—no worse than getting a nipple
pierced—but Effie would just as soon do without any further
"Told ya so, feisty pony," Tasha chuckled, then gave Effie's
tummy another pat. "Now," she continued, "we've had a busy
first day, haven't we? Why don't you take a nice nap while
I care for the rest of the herd?"
Yeah, sure, why the hell not? Effie silently fumed.
She heard Tasha's boots (and, she assumed, the rest of her)
stroll towards the door. There was a click and the
overhead lights winked out, plunging her into total darkness,
followed by a thud she assumed was the door closing,
followed by a click she assumed was a lock turning,
followed by... silence.
Effie tugged on her wrist cuffs (for no particular reason), then
sighed through her gag. Her tongue and nipples
ached. But then, all of her ached... still
ached... although none of it was too bad. She'd
So... What to do while waiting for my tits and tongue
to heal... Two options came to mind.
Option One: Stare into the yawning face of the abyss in
Option Two: Assess her "progress" in solving The Lady Jo
Effie decided to go with Option Two. She could always fall
back on Option One later.
The good news was Effie had made actual headway in solving The
Mystery. As it turns out, Her Ladyship had been kidnapped
by a bat-shit-crazy billionaire, spirited away to an undisclosed
location, and was being forced to role-play as a human "pony"...
supposedly. So far, it had all been a lot of talk, naked
bondage, and unsolicited and involuntary piercing, but for some
reason Effie couldn't fully explain, she was buying Kyler and
Tasha's spiel. The Dragon Lady had an unusual hobby she
was using it to vent her negative feelings towards Lady
The bad news: Effie had been kidnapped by the same
bat-shit-crazy billionaire, spirited away to the same
undisclosed location, and was also being forced to
role-play as a human "pony." This was called "getting
personally involved in the story," and was considered very
bad form in Effie's profession.
And as for disclosing their current undisclosed location, there
had been mention of "stables" and a "ranch house," which implied
a possible ranch. Ya can't have ponies without a ranch
and stables, right? Effie thought. I'll have to
stay alert for additional clues—actual geographical clues—before
I rescue Lady Jo and that 'herd' Tasha mentioned, so we can
all escape. It's always best to know where you are
before escaping. Otherwise, you don't know where to
Effie's stomach grumbled. Effie's empty stomach
grumbled. Wasn't I promised food at some point?
she silently groused. Also, antibiotics and a
painkiller. And with this damn 'smart-collar' around my
neck, I can't even lodge a complaint. There was also
the matter of her gag and no one being present to acknowledge
Anyway... Effie was adrift in a trackless sea with no
compass, no chart, and no wind to fill her sails. Also...
no sails... maybe not even a boat. She had no idea how
to get herself, Lady Jo, and "the herd" out of this mess.
And another thing, Effie silently fumed, nothing even
remotely like this was ever covered in