The Mayor's Daughter: Draft Pony

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Happy Birthday

Blinking as the overhead lights came on, Jessica was surprised and horrified by the stark differences in appearance between the interior and exterior of the mill. Inside, the walls were covered with black-painted drywall and the floors were smooth concrete. The finished nature of the place made her realize that this abduction was not a spur of the moment decision for her kidnapper. She shuddered at the thought of how long he had planned this, and what terrors he might have in store for her. Sitting up with some difficulty, she drew her legs up in front of her, thighs pressed together.

“I am sorry, though, princess. Despite my best efforts, it’s definitely not the Sheraton ballroom.” He grinned down at her, and she inched away slowly as he took a step toward her. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a birthday celebration planned for you.”

“Birthday celebration?” she asked fearfully, looking around the room as he approached, trying to get her bearings.

It appeared to be one big room, with the inside looking nearly as large as she had seen from the outside. From her angle on the floor, she couldn’t see its contents especially well, but she could see that one section of the room seemed to be set up as a photography studio of some kind, with large arrays of lights arranged in it. Elsewhere in the room, she could see a number of trunks, a plain metal cot with a rusted metal bucket next to it, what appeared to be a washtub on wheels, and other bizarre pieces of furniture made from rough wood or metal pipes. Along the wall that was next to the river, she could see large wooden cogs that turned slowly, a couple of them, un-turning, set into the floor.

“Oh yes indeed, princess. We’re going to have our own private birthday celebration.” He reached her, standing above her with his hands on his hips and drawing her attention away from the rest of the room. “You see, I need some pictures to send your dear old daddy to help motivate him to give me what I want, so I’ve got quite a party in store for you.”

“Please, you don’t have to do anything,” Jessica whined softly, her lower lip trembling as she looked up at the uniformed officer above her. “He’ll do… he’ll give you whatever you want… just don’t hurt me.”

Reaching down, he took hold of her upper arm and drew her up onto her feet. She bit her trembling lower lip as she looked into his eyes while he helped her to stand again. She opened her mouth to speak but a helpless sobbing overcame her as he began to lead her across the room toward the area set up as a photo studio. He walked slowly with her, seemingly conscious of the difficulties she would have walking with the tight cuffs in place on her ankles. Her chest heaved as she cried uncontrollably, tears spilling down her cheeks and onto her breasts as they strained against the tight fabric of her top.

“P-please…” she finally managed to croak as they reached the studio area and he stopped her, standing over a ring that was set in the floor, to which one end of a pair of handcuffs was already attached, the other cuff standing open menacingly. “Don’t… don’t do this.”

She watched him squat down next to her, one hand on her left calf, caressing it gently as he held her in place. She sobbed, feeling a nervous, fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach as he used the other hand to close the free end of the waiting cuff around her ankle beneath the other she already wore. A shiver ran down her spine as the hand on her calf moved up to the smooth front of her thigh, and then his free hand pressed insistently against the back of her knee, easily forcing her forward and into a kneeling position on the hard floor. Sitting back on her heels as he rose to his feet, her hands moved instinctively to the new cuff, searching it desperately, clawing at it and pulling on it, but finding no release.

“I can’t help but remember your mentioning that kidnappers never get the money that they’re after,” Jessica’s captor spoke casually, moving between and adjusting the various cameras were set up at different angles to take in the view of where she knelt. “And I have to admit that you’re right. Usually they don’t.”

“My father will pay you. Please, he’ll pay you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me.”

“Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, I think,” he continued speaking as he began to turn on the heavy duty lights above her, washing her in their brightness. “You see, usually kidnappers either don’t do enough to convince the abductees’ loved ones that their precious little one is genuinely in danger, or they do too much.”

“He’ll believe you,” Jessica whined, feeling utterly helpless as she knelt before him, the cuffs on her ankles pressing against her ass through her skirt. “He’ll do anything you want.”

“If your father doesn’t get some proof that you’re in a bad, bad place, there’s a part of him that will wonder if it’s not a scheme you’ve cooked up to get at some of his money. It happens all the time to wealthy, unsuspecting parents, and he won’t want to look the fool if you’re playing him. That doubt might make him take chances that he wouldn’t otherwise risk.”

“He knows… he knows I’d never do that to him.”

“Of course he does.” He winked as he snapped off a couple pictures with one of the cameras. “Unless, of course, he remembers the time that he reported his car stolen only to find out that you’d taken it and run it into a tree, right? Or the time that you told him that you’d been robbed of your freshmen tuition deposit and only admitted that you’d spent it yourself after he’d filed a police report.”

“But that was a long time ago, and it was nothing like this,” she whimpered, his knowledge of her prior bad acts making her feel just as exposed as the combination of short skirt and handcuffs.

“You see, I need to send him some proof that will erase any doubt in his mind that this is another of your little schemes, but without going too far and turning you into ‘damaged goods.’” He spoke calmly as he continued to adjust the cameras, reaching the end of the line. “I had originally considered mailing him one of your fingers, but I’ve ruled that out. It seems that daddies don’t like to think of their little girls mutilated, and sort of reach a place where they don’t really want them back if you go too far.”

Jessica lowered her head to try to hide the new tears that began to spill down her cheeks, mewling softly as she tried to turn on her knees out of the view of the cameras. Wherever she turned, though, she faced another of the array of lenses. Through her tear-blurred vision, she noticed that the cameras continued to take pictures at different intervals after he left them. She looked up to watch her captor walk away from his work at the cameras, opening a closet and then casually beginning to change his clothing.

“Let me go, God damn it!” she screamed, thrashing against her chains in newfound anger and frustration as she watched him casually change into a black turtleneck and jeans while the cameras continued their occasional flashing.

Jessica fought desperately against the cuffs on her wrists, rubbing her chafed flesh against the metal in her struggles. Her hair was plastered to the sides of her face by her tears. Bending forward at the waist, feeling her short skirt ride up behind her as she tugged at the chains that held her, she sobbed as the cameras took in the picture of her misery, trying not to imagine what it would be like for her father to receive them.

She looked up again as she heard him rolling something toward her, and saw that he was pushing the white porcelain wheeled bathtub that she had seen earlier. Rising up on her knees more and shuffling around to face its approach, she could see that it was filled with water, which occasionally sloshed up over the sides as he pushed, as well as a number of red and black objects that floated on its surface. He wore a black ski mask now in addition to the other black clothing, hiding his face from the cameras.

“I bet it’s been a long time since you’ve bobbed for apples, hasn’t it, princess?” He asked as he rolled the tub to a stop in front of her and she saw that the floating objects were red rubber balls with black leather straps dangling from their sides.

“f**k you, you sick bastard.” She spat the words out like venom as he reached down and, once more, threaded his fingers through her blond hair.

Without warning, he thrust her head forward into the water, and she barely sucked in a quick breath before she was submerged. He pressed her down deep into the water, her face close to the bottom of the tub and her belly thrust hard against its rounded edge. She bucked against his grip as he held her under the water, but had neither the strength nor the leverage to break free of him. Her lungs burned for oxygen as she shuddered uncontrollably, her toes curling tight against the soles of her sandals as she struggled to remain conscious. Finally, the stale air burst from her lungs, surrounding her head in a halo of bubbles as she gasped reflexively, gulping down a mouthful of water.

She coughed, her body spasming to expel the liquid breath as he yanked her back up and out of the water. The air flooded into her burning lungs as it replaced the water she coughed up. Her chest heaved and shuddered as he held her up on her knees.

“Looks like you didn’t get one that time,” he chuckled. “We’ll have to keep going in until you do.”

“Please don’t—” she began, but was cut off as he thrust her back down into the water, one of the floating balls hitting her in the face on her way back to the bottom of the basin.

Thrashing against his grip, she could see that the balls were all floating near the surface. If the sick bastard was going to keep dunking her like this until she got one, she would have to snatch one on the way down. She realized how hard that was going to be. The thought left her mind in an instant, however, and she gasped in surprise as she suddenly felt her captor’s finger slide along the lips of her p***y through the sheer material of her panties. Bent forward as she was, her skirt had ridden up and exposed her further to him. The gasp resulted in another gulp of water and she choked on it as he pulled her back up to the surface.

“God, but you are a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” he hissed in her ear while she struggled to recover from her choking, his hand gripping her ass firmly through the skirt as it settled back into place. “I am going to have a lot of fun with this little body of yours.”

“Oh god… Oh god…” Jessica whimpered as her breath returned to her, that slight touch of his finger and his new words transforming what had already been a horrific situation into something far worse. “Please don’t… no more, please.”

“I have a little gift for you,” he whispered softly into her ear, and Jessica felt his hand beneath her skirt again, “something to show you that it isn’t all bad here.”

Jessica pressed her thighs together as his roaming fingers found the line where her panties ended, slipping under the band on her left thigh. Her chest heaved as she sobbed while she felt something cool and smooth come to rest against the lips of her p***y. His fingers took hold of those lips, roughly spreading them and then forcing the unwelcome intruder within her.

“Stop it!” she cried out as she felt the smooth globe enter her, “get your hands off me!”

He ignored her pleas, leaving the thing inside her and removing his hand as he slipped the band of her panties back into place. She could feel a cord leading from within her out down along her thigh. Looking down, she saw that the cord ended in a control that he held in his hand.

Feeling his other hand clench in her hair again, Jessica looked quickly to the pool as he thrust her head forward once more. This time, she avoided the urge to take a breath, instead focusing on biting down on anything that got close enough to her mouth. She came close as one of the straps grazed her cheek as she burst by it, but her teeth came together hard with nothing but water between them. She mewled beneath the water as he held her in place, her lungs woefully under-filled with air.