Chapter Sixteen
Dressing the Show Pony
Jessica woke to a sharp jangle of chain as she felt something pressing into her mouth. Her eyes opened to the sight of her captor’s grinning mouth, but the rest of his features were concealed behind the familiar black mask, telling her that whatever was about to happen to her was being recorded. She groaned, trying to turn her face away from him as he pressed the thing between her lips. She felt the metallic taste of it as it forced her mouth to remain open, its steel arms jammed into place around her teeth.
“You must be so anxious to see what a show pony gets to wear, princess,” he hissed as she turned her head away from him, and then she felt him work the gag’s straps into place behind her head and in her hair.
She was grateful to find that noth
