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Chapter Ten - The Ponies
Pattie had run out of tears. As the storm continued to rage outside, she
stood motionless and watched as Kurt took his time preparing Jane. In
the hours since their abduction he had visited them several times and the
crop marks on their bodies attested to his anger. Pattie had no idea who
he was and with them being constantly gagged there had been no
opportunity to ask Jane if she knew.
Jane stood unsteadily in the knee high leather pony boots. The boots had
no heels which would have been difficult enough to stand in but Kurt had
forced her onto two bricks and then shortened her noose so tightly that
she gasped as she took a breath.
She looked over at Pattie, bound with straps from ankles to forehead and
knew that she would soon be wearing the same. Pattie's boots were
identical to those on Jane except that after measuring them carefully,
Kurt had determined that Jane was an inch shorter and therefore the heels
she wore were one inch higher. This matching of heights seemed critical
to Kurt as was the meticulous confirmation of waist sizes. Jane
shuddered as she had watched Kurt use all his muscle to bring Pattie's
waist to what he declared was 21". His efforts had left Pattie panting
and her breasts heaving, the nipples exposed above the corset top.
Kurt was in the process of adding the pony tail butt plug to Jane. The
tail initially turned up and then hung down to her knees. Even with
copious amounts of lube, it took an effort to force the plug in and Jane
knew she would feel it as she walked. With the corset on and the butt
plug inserted, Kurt smiled and held up a huge dildo in front of Jane.
"Your husband screwed me, now I get to screw you" he snarled as he
roughly forced it into her vagina. A leather strap followed and was
attached to the front and back of the corset, a jerk on the strap ensured
both plugs were fully inserted. Jane bravely resisted yelping...I won't
give the bastard the satisfaction she thought. With the lower end
addressed Kurt next untied Jane's hands and with no resistance as her
limbs were numb from being tied so long, he efficiently installed an
armbinder that was tightened so that her elbows touched. A strap around
her narrowed waist and rings on the binder ensured she would not have the
use of her arms.
With an admonition to not move or speak, Kurt removed the noose. With
her stance on the bricks and wearing the fetish boots, Jane was careful
to not move as she could easily break an ankle if she fell. In short
order, a leather Sweet Gwen hood was laced tightly over her head, the
open face exposing her eyes, nose and mouth. A severe posture collar was
quickly buckled and then locked to ensure the hood would be removed.
Jane nervously watched as Kurt approached with the fiercesome looking bit
gag. The metal tab that extended into her mouth would ensure her tongue
was pressed to the bottom of her mouth. She retched as the gag was
settled into her mouth and then cinched tightly, pinching the corners of
her mouth. Finally, Kurt placed the head harness on her, ensuring each
strap was pulled as tight as he could. The harness had blinders that
Jane now realized would only allow her to see straight ahead. The top of
the rig had a show plume that stood about 2' high and there was a ring at
the back of the head.
Pattie groaned as she watched her friend be clad in the same outfit she
wore. The crushing corset and massive plugs added to her misery. Kurt
helped Jane step off the bricks. As her feet touched the concrete floor,
the metal hooves on the boots rapped and echoed throughout the room.
With guiding hands, Kurt forced Jane over to a post opposite Pattie and
in short order she was strapped as tightly.
Kurt began to walk away but then stopped, snapped his fingers and said,
"Oops, I almost forgot the music!" With that her returned to the work
table and hunted for a box. Finding it, he stepped up to Jane first.
"Since you got to watch your friend get dressed, I think she should get
to watch you get the accessories. Don't worry honey," he glanced over at
Pattie, "you'll get your baubles too."
Opening the box, he removed a nipple clamp and installed it. Jane let
out an involuntary yelp that was swallowed by the gag. Smiling, Kurt let
go of the clamp and with Jane forced by the collar to stare straight
ahead, he flicked the bell on the end of the clamp. Laughing, he quickly
installed bells on her other breast and her septum. "If I had more time,
the two of you would be nose ringed too," he declared. Stepping over to
Pattie, she soon wore the same clamps and as Kurt stepped out of the room
he could hear gentle chimes coming as the women attempted to draw
breaths. The Buyer is going to love these pictures...
Forced by the bondage and clothing to look straight ahead, Jane and
Pattie silently communicated their pain and anxiety. Jane struggled to
figure out where she knew this stranger from and why he harboured such
ill will towards Rick. Pattie worried about how Linda was coping with
her disappearance. Neither knew that their suffering would worsen when
Kurt returned.
Back at the cabin, Rick stared morosely into his coffee cup, the
breakfast prepared by Heather left untouched. Beside him, Linda too was
silent in her thoughts.
A call to 911 had resulted in the lone Royal Canadian Mounted Police
(RCMP) constable in town showing up on a snowmobile. Constable Erica
Mackenzie was a seasoned peace officer and listened as the witnesses
filled in their parts of the story. She unfortunately was the bearer of
bad news.... the current storm had a number of affects that would limit
her ability to work on this case. To begin with, she was a detachment of
one. Her two partners had traveled for the day to Vancouver for a
meeting but were now trapped on the wrong side of an avalanche that had
closed off access to the valley. While there were some mountain passes
elsewhere, the severity of the storm ruled them out for the moment.
Constable Mackenzie would be on her own but that wasn't all. A group of
college students had ignored the weather advisory and left that morning
to return home. Their van had not been reported as passing the highway
checkpoint that had been set up on the other side of the highway pass and
with the avalanche and the continuing storm, Constable Mackenzie was
worried about their safety. "I have formed a small posse of experienced
high country snowmobilers," she said to the group. "We will be leaving
in an hour and will try to find those kids. Once we have them safely
back here I can turn my focus to your missing ladies. Until then, I
would strongly encourage you to think about why someone would have
kidnapped them and what this note (she raised the original of the copy
Rick held) means. Again, do you know who KW is?" Rick replied, "I have
been racking my brains Constable and I just can't imagine who would hold
such a grudge against me. I don't know anyone in this part of the
country and I doubt Jane or Pattie do either." Linda nodded in
agreement.
"Alright then," the Constable said as she stood up. "I've given you my
cell if you think of anything but don't be surprised if we soon lose
service. It is quite common when we get these sorts of storms to be cut
off for several days. Fortunately, you are on generator backup so you
will have power." With that said, she strode to the front door and
grabbing her helmet and gloves stepped outside.
As the hours had passed, Beth had kept the slaves distracted with minor
tasks and meal preparations while Linda alternately consoled Rick and was
consoled by him, Eve or the others as they passed.
Rick continued to stare at the note:
Rick
Five years ago you ruined my life! Now it's my turn!
I have your wife and her friend and you'll never see them again.
Payback is a bitch!
KW
Five years ago...ruined his life.... payback. Rick kept returning to
those words and struggling to think of who it could be. 'KW' was not
ringing any bells.
Bells were ringing back in the barn when Kurt returned. He was in a good
mood. His contact, The Buyer had liked the pictures and had made a
generous offer which Kurt had accepted. Frankly he would have given them
away just to screw Rick but the finder's fee would set him up well
financially. The contact had secured a Sno-Cat and would be arriving via
a back route sometime tonight or tomorrow. Kurt now had some time to
play with his ponies and by the end of the week he would have enough
money to dump this crappy job and go somewhere warm. Maybe someplace
where owning your own slaves isn't so frowned upon he thought as he
stepped up to Jane and flicked her bells.
"So, girls, I am guessing you are wondering why I have dressed you for a
party?" The women stared morosely straight ahead. "I've got good news
and great news," Kurt continued. "The good news is I get to spend some
quality time with you before the slave trader I've sold you to shows up,"
both ladies gasped, "and the great news is that I will be very rich
because of you two!"
With that, Kurt lowered a mechanical device from the ceiling. It had two
horizontal metal arms and spun on a metal pole that mounted to a bracket
on the floor. The arms appeared to be powered by a small motor and each
had several attachment points. Untying Jane from the post, he led her to
one of the arms. The ring on her collar lined up perfectly with one of
the rings on the arm. Once the rings were attached, he returned for
Pattie and did the same. Now both women were secured to the arms and
facing opposite directions. Kurt next brought over electrical leads and
after attaching them to the nipple clamps, he plugged the other ends into
jacks on the motor. Finally, he strapped a device around each of their
waists, the rig extended in front of them and had a light rod that fell
about six inches to a small horizontal bar.
"With your collars and blinders, you probably can't see what I have set
up for you ladies so I will describe it," Kurt said gleefully. "The
straps around your waists hold a rig that has a sensor on it. That
sensor is at a level just below your waists. The sensor is attached
through the motor above your heads to leads that are attached to your
nipples." He chuckled. "Now here's the fun part. I am going to start
the motor which will force you to walk in a circle. If your knees don't
lift high enough to touch the sensor, you will receive a shock on your
nipples. Each time a shock occurs, the meter adjusts to the next level.
I'm told that the highest level could burn skin. I also have a remote
control that I can use to override or supplement the device," with that
he hit a button on the fob in his hand and both women jumped in pain.
"Don't worry, I won't count that one and I'll reset the meter. Now
before we use the sensor, let's get some practice in...OK? Hearing no
complaints, I guess we'll start." With that, Rick hit another button and
the powerful motor began to move and pull the women. Unused to the
heels, they shuffled along, the steel hooves ringing off the concrete.
"No, no, no!" Kurt shouted. "You need to lift those knees." And with
that, he began using a long stiff-armed whip to slap each woman as she
passed him. Very quickly the women realized that they needed to respond
or their flesh would be raw and they shuddered to think of the effects of
the sensor. Kurt smiled as the women began to mimic the dressage steps
of the trained ponygirls he frequently watched on his computer. I've got
to get me a ponygirl he thought.
"OK girls, or should I say fillies? I think you've got the movement
figured out. I'm going to turn on the sensor and take a nap, all this
work of looking after you two is wearing me out." A small shock on their
nipples told the women the sensor had been activated and as Kurt left the
room, they continued their mindless journey around and around.
Periodically, there would be a yelp and a quick two-step before the
victim recovered. Without consciously doing it, they were soon stepping
in time and there was only one sound of hooves striking the ground on
each step.
Kurt dropped onto the ratty couch and took a drink from his bottle. On
his laptop he could see the women doing their laps and it made him
excited.
Back in the cabin, Rick and Linda decided they had to do something and
decided to venture down to the village square and talk with anyone they
saw. Perhaps someone saw something or maybe the exercise would jog their
memory. With the snow continuing to pile up and the plow crews waiting
out the storm, they used the cross country skis in the garage. Linda had
become so accustomed to her corset that she only noticed it when she bent
over to fit her boot into the binding. Using the half-buried road signs
and the occasional light pole as guides, the pair navigated the downhill
journey and were soon in the centre of the village. Understandably,
there was no traffic and many of the shops were closed or closing. They
decided to split up and speak to the store owners before everyone was
gone for the day. It was agreed they would meet up in an hour at the bar
where they had gone to the disco night.
In less than the hour, Rick slid into the booth where Linda was sipping a
hot chocolate. "Any luck he asked?" She wordlessly shook her head. "My
neither," he said as he asked the waitress for a coffee. Linda was
mindlessly flipping through tourist brochures on the table but her mind
was on her mistress. I wonder where she is and I hope she isn't in pain.
Rick took up one of the pamphlets. It was the one from the sleigh ride
company they had used the other night. Something almost clicked in his
head but just then the waitress appeared with his coffee and the memory
was gone. Shaking his head, he held Linda's hand in silence.
Done with the drinks and having no luck gaining information of use from
the bartender, they stepped back out to put on their skis. Tucked in an
alley beside the bar was one of the sleighs featured in the pamphlet that
Rick had absently stuck in his pocket. Again, he felt like this meant
something but he couldn't connect the dots.
With the winds still strong and snow continuing to fall, the two began
the more arduous trek uphill to the cabin. Arriving safely but tired,
they peeled off their wet clothes in the mud room and went to their
bathrooms to shower. Beth had a hearty stew waiting for them when they
returned and after dinner they all crowded around the fireplace. Rick's
phone rang and stepping away to take the call he returned with a sour
look on his face. The caller had been Constable Mackenzie. They had
found the students. Their van had got stuck on the highway and everyone
but one young man had stayed in the vehicle. This student had decided he
would walk to find help and had been gone for several hours. The
constable explained that if they didn't find the young man soon he would
likely perish. Rich understood and after sitting down, said to the
group, "I don't know who took Jane and Pattie but I suspect there isn't a
lot of time to find them and it looks like we are on our own." With that
said, Linda suggested they write down anything that they had observed
that might mean something, even if at first glance it didn't. Eve,
having been laid up and feeling a need to contribute, offered to be the
note taker.
They started with Marci and Heather as they were the only ones who saw
the stranger. "He was tall, about your height Rick," said Marci.
Heather agreed and said, "He was wearing a jacket like those oil workers
wear, you know...the heavy tan denim kind. And he had a wool toque and a
scarf pulled up to his eyes."
Beth confirmed the assailant's height from the way he had grabbed her.
"He was very strong because he had me lifted off the ground as if I was a
kid" she stated. Eve was unable to provide much, just that he seemed to
be a big man as he pressed his body into her. "Wait a minute!" she
exclaimed. "Beside the chloroform smell, I got a whiff of something
else, it was pungent. I know I've smelled that before and recently."
That got Beth thinking and she said the same thing.
When it appeared that nothing else was forthcoming, Linda asked Eve to
repeat the items aloud. Pacing in front of the fireplace, her standard
heels clicking on the flagstone, Linda said, "OK, we have the new smell
clue. Maybe we need to think outside the cabin. This is a small
village, does anyone remember seeing someone staring at us unusually or
did anyone get into a discussion that left them uncomfortable? Perhaps
on the streets or the slopes or maybe at the bar?
Marci blushed and said, "I didn't want to say anything to Mistress Eve,
but I did get pinched on my bum a couple of times on the dance
floor...and...and I liked it." Eve laughed and said, "Honey, all of us
got pinched on the dance floor and it wasn't always from men."
Rick had been silent during this exchange. That flickering thought was
on the edge of his memory. JW...five years...ruined... As he repeated
these words in his head he absentmindedly reached into his pants pocket.
His fingers brushed against something that he pulled out. It was the
brochure from the sleigh ride company. All of a sudden, the random
thoughts clicked together like the tumblers on a vault.
"Son of a bitch!" Rick exclaimed as he leaped from his chair. His
actions startled the group who waited for him to explain.
"I've been racking my brains about those initials and what may have
happened five years ago. Linda, your prompt about someone staring made
me remember something. The driver of the second sleigh the other night,
I remember him laughing and speaking with Beth and the girls. His voice
sounded familiar but I didn't put the connection together. This..." he
held up the pamphlet, "...reminded me and I just remembered where I heard
that voice."
"It was several years ago back home," Rick explained. "I still had my
veterinarian practice and I was the Association's area representative. I
had begun to see animals coming to me from a county not too far away.
These animals had been unprofessionally treated and their owners charged
exorbitant rates. I reported my observations to the ethics committee who
launched an investigation. The review took almost a year and as it turns
out, the veterinarian had a prior record from another area of the
country. Furthermore, it appeared that he had been using his practice
for kink-based activities. There was evidence of human surgeries and on
a remote property he owned there were ponygirl stables. Nothing related
to the kink activity was found in sufficient detail to warrant charges
but based on the review, profession charges were laid and at the
association trial my observations were factors in the decision to disbar
the vet from practice. Not only did he lose his business and licence but
his wife came forward with allegations of sexual assault. The police had
to drop the case when she changed her mind but the damage had been done.
He left the area and likely never setup a practice again as the
association ensured the trial records were shared nationally. His name
was Kurt Whittaker and at the time he swore he would get everyone who had
been involved in this 'sham' process. I dismissed his words as an angry
outburst but it appears I misjudged his emotions. I have no idea what
brought him here but if he is working at the sleigh ride company then
that would explain Beth's bondage (Rick picked up the binder twine). I
better call the Constable right away." As Rick walked out to make his
call, Beth picked up the twine and threw on the fire. She shuddered as
it flamed and disappeared.
Rick's attempt to call the Constable failed. There was no cell service.
He returned to the den and said, "It appears the storm has knocked out
cell service. I can't reach Constable Mackenzie. We can wait until she
returns but I don't feel like having our ladies under that brute's
control for another minute." His words stirred a round of agreement from
the group. Linda jumped up and said, "I'm going with you. The pamphlet
shows where the barn is in the village. Apparently, the company at one
time had a petting area for Shetland ponies. It appears that they no
longer offer that but considering all the evidence, I am sure that Kurt
Whittaker is going to be there or at least we will find some clues about
where our ladies are."
As Rick and Linda strode back to the mudroom, Rick asked Beth to continue
trying to reach Constable Mackenzie.
Back in the barn, two extremely tired and sore ponygirls continued their
painful strides. They had reached the point where shocks were barely
registering despite the significantly ramped up levels. The sound of the
door opening signalled Kurt had returned and as he turned off the motor
they sagged in their bonds, chests heaving and legs wobbling.
"Hello ponies.... ready for the next round of training?"
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