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Naked, tape-gagged, pony-collared, bound in the top half of a
pony-harness, and with a leather lead clipped to her collar,
Effie found she had been led into a large, luxurious bedroom
tastefully decorated in the Modern style, like the rest of The
Ranch House. She assumed it was Kyler Drāgon's sleeping
chamber. There was a ginormous bed (of course), a
conversation area with comfy-looking chairs facing a small
fireplace, and a writing desk and chair. A pair of closed
doors led to what Effie assumed were a ginormous bathroom and an
equally ginormous walk-in closet/dressing room. What
else could they lead to? Also, a window-wall with a
sliding glass door afforded a pleasant vista of the lawn, border
of trees, the distant wooded hills, and the even more distant
Oh-by-the-way... a petite, naked brunette was sitting in a
Modern, stainless steel, ladder-back, sled-base chair, and she
was facing the bed and bound to the chair with black leather
straps. Effie and Tasha crossed the bedroom towards the
bed, and as they came even with the chair's occupant (and not to
Effie's great surprise), the prisoner-of-the-chair was revealed
to be... Lady Jo Gladburn.
Jo's hands were encased in black leather mitts and strapped to
the chair-back on either side and even with the seat.
Additional straps bound her upper arms against the sides of the
chair-back—her torso to the chair-back, passing above and below
her breasts and around her waist—her splayed thighs to the
chair's seat—and strapped her ankles to the front legs of the
chair with her feet flat on the floor. Also, Jo's head was
pinned back against the chair by a pair of thin straps snapped
to the side-rings of her pony-collar. Finally, her lips
were sealed by a wide strip of Microfoam tape (like Effie).
Jo's eyes followed Effie as she padded in Tasha's wake, and Her
Ladyship's tape-gagged expression was one of brave
defiance. Defiance, Effie mused, after six
months of ponygirl crap and being singled out for special
attention by The Dragon Lady. Impressive.
They arrived at the neatly made bed, Tasha gave Effie a rather
impolite shove—Hey!—and she bounced onto the bed.
Effie remembered her collar was set on "inside voice," so she
added a scathing rebuke (in her inside voice). "Mrrrf."
"Easy, Effie," Tasha chuckled as she grabbed Effie's ankles,
folded her legs into a half-lotus, looped the pony-lead/leash
around her ankles, and pulled out the slack.
"Mrrrf," Effie reiterated... then repeated the
complaint—"Mrrrf!"—in a slightly more emphatic manner. The
gesture cost her a low-level shock, but she decided it was worth
it. Effie was now sitting on the mattress, balanced on her
butt and crossed legs, and leaning forward in a mild
crunch. She watched as Tasha took a second loop around her
ankles, then secured the leash with a flat, well-compacted
"There," Tasha purred as she stood upright, took a step back,
placed her hands on her hips, and smiled (gloated). "Now,
you girls play nice with Mistress," she quipped, then turned and
strolled from the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Effie heaved a tape-gagged sigh. 'Play nice with
Mistress.' As if we have a choice. Effie
turned her head and gazed out the window at the scenic Western
vista beyond. It was late afternoon... possibly very late
afternoon... possibly even very early evening. The sun was
low in the sky, but the overhang of the Ranch House roof kept
its direct rays off the bed and out of her eyes... for
now. She turned back to Jo and her chair and noted
The cute little brass bells still dangled from Jo's
nipple-rings. They rose and fell, ever so slightly, as she
breathed, but were silent... for now. Four small, circular
pads with trailing wires were adhered to Jo's breasts, one on
either side of each nipple. Also (Effie's eyes widened) something
was embedded in Her Ladyship's private parts, and it also
had a trailing wire! All the wires—the four thin wires
from Jo's boobs and the one slightly thicker wire from her
pussy—trailed down to a black plastic box resting on the carpet
beside the chair. The box, in turn, was plugged into a
wall socket by means of a long electrical cord, and a tiny LED
light glowed red on its top surface.
The pads were obviously electrical contacts, as was the thing in
Jo's pussy. The setup had all the hallmarks of what Effie
believed was called "electrical play," during which shocks were
delivered to the one wearing the pads and phallic-probe for
"entertainment purposes." Effie wasn't personally familiar
with such activities (not counting the ponygirl-shock-collar
currently locked around her neck), but what else could they
be? And their presence did not bode well.
Effie gazed sadly at Jo.
Jo gazed back, still bravely defiant.
Time passed. The shadows lengthened and merged as the sun
continued its inexorable march to the horizon.
It was full
night the next time the bedroom door opened. The lamps on
the bedside tables on either side of the bed flashed on and
Kyler Drāgon strode across the threshold. She was smiling,
but largely ignored her captive guests. Kyler's blond,
wavy hair was loose about her shoulders and she was still
wearing the same brown riding boots, British-tan riding pants,
white cotton blouse, and designer scarf. Her destination
was one of the closed doors Effie had noticed earlier. She
opened the door and entered the space beyond, there was a pause
of something like two minutes... then she reemerged, only now
she was completely naked.
This was Effie's second opportunity to objectively evaluate the
tan, toned, very feminine curves of their captor's
body, the first being in the luxurious bedroom of that penthouse
suite back in The Four Seasons in New York—but Kyler
wasn't on display for long. She padded to the second door
that wasn't the door to the hallway and disappeared into that
space. About ten minutes passed, during which the
sound of splashing water could be heard. Effie penciled in
labels for the two spaces on her mental floor plan of The Ranch
House: (A) Ginormous Walk-in Closet (no doubt crammed to the
gills with a fortune in designer clothing, accessories, and who
knew what) and (B) The Bathroom Suite (with commode, washbasin,
shower, tub, and possibly a sauna or steam room).
Still saying nothing, Kyler padded to Jo's chair, crossed her
arms under her breasts, and smiled down at the captive
aristocrat and personal nemesis/obsession.
The bitch does love to gloat, Effie thought. And
then, the bitch in question turned her gloating gaze to
"Such a pretty little thing," Kyler purred, her blue eyes
focused on Effie, "but so annoyingly persistent."
Effie watched (with mild alarm) as Kyler padded to the bed, sat
on its comfortably firm surface, and continued gazing at Effie's
naked, harness-bound, and tape-gagged form. "That idiot
Eve should have given you the brush-off when you first started
pestering the Gladburn organization for information.
That's Drāgon press policy. If reporters aren't
writing puff-piecees and giving us free publicity, they can all
just buzz off."
'That Eve idiot.' Effie noted. Eve Darlington,
of course. So, Eve and Kyler are, in fact, in cahoots.
She glanced at Jo, noted her unchanged expression, and surmised
that Eve Darlington's status as a filthy traitor wasn't news to
the captive CEO.
Meanwhile—"Mrrrf!"—Kyler had climbed onto the bed and draped her
right arm over Effie's shoulder. "Mrrrrr!" Also, her
left hand was busy cupping and gently squeezing Effie's
left breast! Effie squirmed and tried to pull away, but
her bondage was a severe handicap (to say the least).
Also, Kyler was strong. Not as strong as Tasha, but strong
enough to control a bound Effie Dennings.
"By the time I became aware that you were snooping around,"
Kyler continued, "it was too late. My first instinct was
to have my people... shall we say... handle the
situation." Her hand continued kneading Effie's breast and
the reluctant object of her attention continued squirming.
"Don't get me wrong," Kyler purred in Effie's left ear.
"I'm not a murderer. You'd have been the victim of a
brutal mugging and spend a few days in the hospital, and
meanwhile, your apartment would be burglarized and your laptop
and notebooks stolen." She kissed Effie's left cheek, just
above her tape-gag. "But then they showed me your
photograph... and I had a much better idea." She
shifted her hand to Effie's right breast. "Brave little
Effie, stalwart reporter, wants to find out what happened to
Lady Jo Gladburn? Why not? Such a pretty face.
Such a pleasing little figure. Such a perfect
"Mrrrrr!" Effie continued squirming and complaining, but
not loud enough to trigger a shock from her pony-collar.
"Stop wiggling," Kyler chuckled.
Effie did not stop wiggling—"Nrf!"—or complaining
"Such a feisty little pony," Kyler chuckled, continuing
to knead Effie's breasts. "Allow me to explain the way
things work in my bedroom," she purred. "Ponies who are
fortunate enough to spend the night with their Mistress behave
themselves and do as they're told. And if they
Effie watched with alarm as Kyler leaned to the left, reached
out, and lifted a smartphone from the bedside table. Kyler
tapped and slid her way through a menu on the phone's tiny
screen, then stabbed a virtual button.
"MRF!" Effie's collar had just given her a serious but
mercifully brief shock! Her vocal reaction had been
involuntary. Also, her entire body had gone completely
rigid in response to the pain. It was all over in an
instant, but had hurt like hell! Effie would like
to glare at her naked captor/torturer in brave
defiance, but all she could manage was a little shivering and
fearful blinking. Effie wasn't terrified, mind
you, but she was definitely scared.
"That was just to demonstrate the serious nature of the game,"
Bitch! Effie was still afraid, but her defiance was
slowly reasserting itself.
Kyler nodded towards Jo and her chair. "And remember...
there are three players. Observe." She
stabbed the phone's screen, again.
Effie watched in horror as Jo flinched in her bonds and squeezed
her eyes tightly closed. Her bells tinkled briefly, then
she relaxed and reopened her now sad brown eyes.
"That was only a mild shock," Kyler purred, "but my favorite
pony knows it's only the beginning."
Jo began panting, shivering, and tugging against the
straps. As the seconds ticked by she flinched in
her bonds several times, and on each occasion her bells tinkled
"More shocks," Kyler explained, "with semi-random, unpredictable
timing. All low intensity, of course, but they'll
gradually escalate to serious pain." She planted
a quick (and very unwanted) kiss on Effie's cheek.
"Slowly... intermittently... over a very long period of
time. And meanwhile..." She pointed at Jo's
crotch. "Her Ladyship's steel friend is both electrified and
a computer-controlled vibrator. It will both punish and
do it's very best to entertain Her Ladyship with waves
of modulated stimulation, assisted by carefully orchestrated
low-level shocks that are below the pain threshold but can definitely
be felt. Teasing, tickling, buzzing sensations."
Effie stared at Jo in profound horror. Her fellow ponygirl
continued fighting her restraints, and now her bells were
quietly chiming nonstop as her breasts heaved between
the straps and she panted for breath through flaring
nostrils. Her brown eyes were wide and fixated on Kyler,
the continuing cause of her captivity and torment.
"Nrrrrrm!" Effie complained, appalled by Jo's horrific
ordeal. She shifted her pitying, desperate gaze to
"Just look at the hate in those pretty brown Bambi eyes," Kyler
purred, smiling at Jo. "And there's nothing she can do
about anything. She's my prisoner and completely at my
mercy, and will remain my prisoner until I tire of watching her
Kyler's smile became even more evil (which Effie hadn't
thought possible). "What's that, Effie? You want me
to stop playing with Jo? You want to be the
center of attention? That's rather selfish of you, don't
"Oh, very well," Kyler chuckled. "Stop begging." She
tapped the smartphone. "There. No more shocks.
Jo is still enjoying the teasing little buzz-shocks, of
course, but no more painful jolts."
Effie watched as Jo continued squirming and tugging on her
bonds, as well as panting.
"And the vibration, of course," Kyler added. "It would be
no fun without the vibration." She then leaned forward,
released the hitch in the strap/lead/leash enforcing Effie's
involuntary semi-lotus crunch, unclipped the other end from her
collar, and tossed the leather lead aside. Next, Kyler
piled the bed's pillows against the headboard and reclined
against the improvised backrest, taking Effie with her.
Once again, her right arm was draped across Effie's
shoulders. They both had an excellent view of Jo and her
Jo was no longer squirming and fighting her bonds, but was still
panting and her bells quietly chimed. Also, she had begun
to glow. That is, her skin was flushed and shone with a
patina of sweat.
"This particular program is heavy on the frustration," Kyler
lectured. "It will take Jo a very long time to
cum... but she will cum in the end, no matter how hard
she fights. And we have enough experience with this
particular game for me to know that she is fighting."
She gave Effie's shoulders a squeeze, then kissed her
cheek. "Watching Her Ladyship's humiliation is just as
much fun as watching her writhe in pain. Don't you agree?"
No, Effie emphatically did not agree, but fortunately,
Kyler's question was rhetorical, so she wasn't required to
either lie or give the truthful response that would have earned
her (and/or Jo) additional pain and humiliation. We
have to get the hell away from this place! Effie
resolved. We have to escape! This wasn't a
revelation, of course. Effie was simply underlining what
was already at the top of her things-to-do list.
"Let's relax and enjoy the show," Kyler purred, squeezing
Effie's shoulder, once again. "Shall we?"
Another rhetorical question. Effie lay (somewhat stiffly)
at Kyler's side, doing her best to ignore the unavoidable
skin-on-skin contact with their captor while simultaneously
beaming sympathetic thoughts in her fellow ponygirl's
direction. And Effie very much feared she wasn't being
entirely successful in accomplishing the later. Jo seemed
to be increasingly... preoccupied. As for the former,
Kyler Drāgon was a loathsome creature. Effie just
had to hope she was being successful in not communicating
the depth of her disgust for the perverted billionaire. Let
her think of me as 'feisty' as much as she wants, Effie
thought, as long as I don't piss her off and she starts
hating me the way she hates poor Jo.
Eventually, Kyler was proven correct. That is, Lady Jo's
naked, sweaty body went rigid in her bonds, her eyes squeezed
tightly closed, and she repeatedly shuddered and flinched.
Obviously (in Effie's appalled opinion) Jo had experienced an
orgasm. Whether it was a crashing orgasm as
opposed to a run-of-the-mill orgasm was another matter.
"She is beautiful," Kyler purred. "Naked, her
petite little body strapped down, her pretty skin dripping with
unladylike sweat. Beautiful. And so strong.
Just look at the fire in those pretty brown eyes." She
kissed Effie's cheek, again. "Feisty ponies with unbroken
spirits are a lot more fun than simpering
weaklings." She gave Effie's right boob another squeeze,
then whispered in her ear. "Don't disappoint me, Effie."
What the hell is she talking about? Effie wondered, then
watched with alarm as Kyler twisted away to the left, again,
reached out and opened a bedside table drawer, then rolled back
In Kyler's hand was a wireless, wand-style vibrator with a
rounded business end the size of a doorknob!
She wants unbroken spirit? Effie resolved, I'll give
her unbroken spirit!
Before Kyler could react, Effie shrugged her shoulders and broke
Kyler's loose hold, rolled away to the right, planted her bare
feet on the floor, and made a run for it! She had no idea
where she was running to, but she certainly wasn't about
to stay on the bed and let Kyler—
The pony-collar had shocked her again! And it was enough
of a shock to leave Effie stunned, dazed, and semiconscious on
the bedroom floor!
The next thing Effie knew (clearly)... she was back on the bed,
on her back, and Kyler was using a length of hemp rope to lash
her right ankle to her right thigh. "Mrrr," Effie moaned
as loop after loop of rope tightened around her folded leg, all
the way up to her knee, and the closely spaced loops were
repeatedly cinched, tight enough to make her flesh bulge.
didn't bother trying to fight. She also didn't fight when
Kyler folded her left leg and tied it in an identical fashion to
Kyler then climbed back onto her bed, reclined against the piled
pillows, and hauled Effie's helpless form up against her body
and into a tight embrace. Effie was pinned against her
captor's body with her leather encased arms against Kyler's
breasts and Kyler's legs around her waist and draped over her
folded and bound legs, leaving her crotch totally exposed and
"It happens every time," Kyler purred in Effie's ear. "No
matter how patient I am with my new ponies... they always have
to try." She retrieved the vibrator and held it to the
side, where Effie could see it. "I'm not angry with you,
Effie," Kyler continued, "but you will have to be
punished. Ponies need to learn obedience. Ponies
need to learn their place." She clicked on the vibrator
and it began to buzz. "This isn't your punishment,
naughty pony," Kyler explained. "That will come
And with that, the Dragon Lady proceeded to use the buzzing wand
to gently caress Effie's band-aid-protected, pierced, and ringed
nipples... both of them. She then lowered the wand to
Effie's flat tummy and upper thighs.
"Mrrr!" It was a protest, not a moan. Okay, it was
both. Effie couldn't help herself.
Kyler toyed with Effie's breasts and thighs and tummy for
several very long seconds... then moved on to the main
The throbbing vibrator teased Effie's labia, gliding up and down
the glistening pink folds. Then, Kyler pressed the knob
against Effie's clitoris and held it there!
"Isn't this better than being naughty, Effie," Kyler
purred. "Aren't you sorry you foolishly tried to
No! Effie silently retorted, I'm not sorry!
This sucks! Totally! And I'd tell you that to your
stupid face if it wasn't for this damn tape-gag! Also...
'sucks' might give you ideas.
The "massage" continued, concentrating on Effie's increasingly
flushed, bothered, and moist private parts... then
returning to tease her boobs, tummy, and upper thighs... then
concentrated on her pussy, once again. This pattern
continued, but gradually Kyler shifted her efforts almost
exclusively to Effie's crotch. She also used her free hand
to squeeze Effie's breasts—when they weren't being
vibrated—and kissed and licked the exposed skin of Effie's neck
and face. She also nibbled on Effie's ears.
Finally... inevitably... Effie went totally rigid... her body
quaked... and she "suffered" an intense orgasm. It was
Kyler clicked off the vibrator and set it aside. "And now
for your punishment," the Dragon Lady purred.
The bedroom was dark, lit
only by the weak, feeble, greenish glow of a pair of
nightlights, one on either side of the bed.
Kyler was fast asleep on the bed, still naked and with her head
resting on a soft pillow.
Lady Jo was also still naked and strapped to her
chair. The sweat had long since dried on her skin and she
was no longer panting. Her eyes were closed and she
appeared to be asleep... or maybe dozing. Suddenly, she
flinched in her bonds and a shiver shook her petite, helpless
frame. Kyler had set the vibrator still lodged in her
private parts to vibrate on low power for exactly 60 seconds
every 29 minutes. It was enough to wake her up, every
time, but nowhere near enough to bring her off. Lady
Gladburn was not in for a restful night.
Effie wasn't in for a restful night either.
After extracting an involuntary orgasm from her new pony, Kyler
had dragged Effie's still harnessed, tape-gagged, and frog-tied
body off the bed and positioned her on her stomach on the plush
carpet, more-or-less equidistant between the bed and Jo's
chair. She then padded away, gathered more hemp rope,
returned, knelt at Effie's side, and set to work.
Minutes later, Effie's already folded and bound legs were bound
together as well, and she was in a hogtie, a very stringent
Kyler had used the D-rings sewn into the shoulder straps and the
sides of Effie's pony-harness to weave a web of tight strands
that pulled her shoulders back, bent her spine, and left her
balanced on her taut tummy with her breasts and knees off the
carpet. The D-rings were part of the system that
"normally" harnessed a pony so she could pull a cart, which
meant they were perfectly positioned and easily strong
enough for Kyler to craft Effie's rigorous predicament.
But that wasn't all.
Adding an element of overkill, Kyler had wrapped Effie's
ponytail with thin cord, folded in back on itself, then wrapped
it with more cord. She then tied Effie's big toes
together, passed the toe-cord through her bundled hair, pulled
out sufficient slack to pull Effie's head back, then tied a
redundant knot. The hair-to-toes refinement was more
irritating than agonizing (at the moment), and the hogtied
prisoner could breathe without difficulty, but she was not happy.
Satisfied with her handiwork, Kyler had smiled sweetly and
leaned back on her haunches. "There. Such a pretty
punished pony you make, Effie." She stood and padded
back to her soft, comfy bed, then lifted her arms and reached
for the ceiling in a back-arching, full-body stretch.
Effie's position was such that despite being barely able to
squirm, she could see Kyler and the bed and Jo and her
chair, so she was able to "appreciate" the spectacle of Kyler's
nude, beautiful, stretch, as well as her infuriating smile.
"Oh by the way, ladies," Kyler said as she climbed between the
sheets, "I've set both of your collars on 'hush' mode and slaved
them together. The means if either of you make noise that
might disturb Mistress' sleep, you'll both be
punished for it, instantly. Good night."
And with that, the Dragon Lady tapped a button and turned out
the bedside lights.
That had been an hour ago... one very long, increasingly painful
hour for Effie. She assumed Jo wasn't having a good time
Day one, Effie thought. This is only day one.
She heaved a constrained sigh, then focused on Jo's dimly,
eerily, green-lit form. This can't possibly be
the norm around here. Jo can't possibly suffer
like this night after night after night. She'd be a
broken wreck if she'd been tortured like this night after
night for six months!
The stringently enforced immobility continued... and Effie
drifted in an increasingly pain filled daze. It wasn't
exactly sleep, but it couldn't be called consciousness, either.
limbo continued and Effie dreamed. However... they weren't
vivid dreams... nothing she'd ever be able to recall.
At one point she opened her eyes to find the dim green radiance
of the nightlights had been replaced by the glow of early dawn
shining through the window wall. The drapes were
open. Effie was pretty sure they'd been closed before,
soon after Kyler arrived in the bedroom. Also, the bed was
empty. No Kyler.
Effie closed her eyes.
A little later... (Effie was finding it difficult to judge the
passage of time.) ...she opened her eyes to find Kyler striding
across the bedroom from the direction of the walk-in closet and
towards the door to the hallway. Effie reasoned the sound
of the closet door slamming might have been what woke her
up. Also, The Dragon Lady was no longer nude, but was
fully dressed in one of her hideously expensive and custom
tailored business ensembles: tan high-heeled pumps, nude
stockings, dove-gray skirt and jacket, and white cotton
blouse. Her blond curls were loose around her shoulders
and a smile curled her lips. She ignored her ponies
completely as she made her exit and closed the bedroom door
Effie closed her eyes, again.
Sometime later... (There was that "time" thing, again.) ...Effie
heard a rhythmic thumping noise. It grew louder... and
Effie realized it was the sound of a helicopter... and it was
coming in for a landing... And then it sat there with its rotor
slowly turning... But not for long. The engine
whined, the thumping noise accelerated... and the helicopter
zoomed away and faded into the distance. Effie could see
none of this as it happened, of course, but the sounds made it
quite clear what was happening. The noise faded... and
then was gone.
Effie closed her eyes... then opened them again, almost
Tasha had stormed into the bedroom, wearing black riding boots,
taupe riding pants, a black tank-top, and an angry scowl.
"She does this to me every damn time!" Tasha
huffed. "She flits in here, totally disrupts my
training program, then flits back to New York and
leaves me to put everything back together again." She
pulled a knife with a long, thin, narrow blade from her right
boot-top, severed the cord linking Effie's bound toes to her
bound hair, and returned the knife to her boot in one fluid
motion. She then knelt at Effie's side and began untying
the ropes enforcing her hogtie.
Effie shuddered with relief as her boobs and knees settled onto
the carpet and she blinked back tears as Effie continued untying
the ropes binding her folded legs together... then untied the
ropes enforcing the folds themselves. The cinches and
loops melted away, Effie's was now completely rope free, and she
straightened her legs. The change was painful, but
welcome. She was still bound in the black leather
pony-harness from the waist up with her arms folded and encased
in leather behind her back, but she was rope free.
Tasha had lifted Effie into her arms and was carrying her
towards Kyler Dragon's unmade bed. She gently deposited
her burden on the soft, rumpled, gazillion-thread-count sheets,
and Effie stretched and squirmed, relieving her cramped and sore
body as best she could.
"Stay!" Tasha ordered, then strode to Jo's chair and began
unbuckling and releasing the straps binding the naked Brit in
place. She also peeled away the electrical pads on either
side of Jo's ringed and belled nipples, helped her to her bare
feet, then helped her ease the steel, electrified
vibrator/phallus from her pussy. Jo was still naked, of
course, as well as pony-collared and tape-gagged, but at least
she was out of the chair.
Jo's bells tinkled softly while all this happened, but Effie
didn't mind. The little brass bells were... musical.
Tasha left the tit-pads and phallus on the chair's seat, then
took Jo's right hand and led her three steps to the side.
"Stretch," she ordered.
Effie watched from the bed as Jo carried out her orders,
reaching for the ceiling, arching her back, and executing a
long, full-body stretch. Effie noted that the entire time,
Jo's brown, accusing eyes remained locked with Tasha's.
"None of that, Your Worship," Tasha huffed, then returned to the
scene of Effie's hogtie, picked up a length of hemp rope, and
strode back to Jo. "You know how she gets when she decides
to honor us with her presence, and there's only so much I can do
about it. I'm not about to forget who signs my
paycheck." She spun Jo around, pulled her hands behind her
back, crossed her wrists, and rapidly lashed them together with
Effie heaved a sigh and continued watching. Obviously the
"she" Tasha was referring to was Kyler Drāgon, and obviously it
was the sadistic bitch in question had departed on the
helicopter and was on her way to the nearest airport where,
logically, a private jet would be waiting to whisk her to New
Tasha took Jo by the arm and led the naked, petite, bound,
tape-gagged, and pony-collared Brit to the bed. Effie
gazed up at Jo and Tasha. Jo and Tasha gazed down at
Effie. Tasha's lips were now curled in a smile. Jo's
lips were still sealed behind a Microfoam tape (like
Effie's). Apparently, Tasha was done venting about her
employer's lack of consideration and was back to being her
happy-go-lucky pony-handling self.
"I have to take Jo to the stables and see that she gets
breakfast and is tucked into her stall for a day of rest," she
explained, "but then I'll be back to take care of you, Effie, as
quick as I can." She turned and led Jo from the
bedroom. "Oh-by-the-way," Tasha added, pausing in the
threshold and still clutching Jo's arm, "as you're our newest
herd member, just a friendly reminder that every exterior door
and certain of the interior doors in the ranch house are
strictly off limits to any and all ponies unaccompanied by
myself. If you go near any one of them, your collar will
shock the bejesus out of you, and that includes both that door,"—she
pointed at the sliding glass door in the window-wall across the
bedroom—"and this door."
And with that, Tasha closed the bedroom door and Effie was
alone... naked, pony-harnessed from the waist up, pony-collared,
tape-gagged, but sprawled on a soft, luxurious, exquisitely
comfortable bed. She decided to take Tasha's word for
it that the sliding glass door and the door that led to the
hallway were booby-trapped (so to speak), closed her eyes, and—
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