“I expect my commands to be obeyed, princess,” he said softly as he reached down to lift her, setting her back on her feet with the rope once more riding against her p***y. “Make no mistake, ponygirl. I will break you.”
As she sobbed and struggled to maintain her balance, Jessica watched her captor move in front of her. Through a haze of tears, she saw that he was carrying a red rod with two prongs on its end that were tipped in metal. She jerked backwards, almost falling, as he pointed the thing in her direction.
“It’s a cattle prod, in case you’re wondering,” he laughed.
Her cheeks red and flush with tears, Jessica struggled to walk forward, her chest heaving with sobs as the rope ground between her p***y lips. Her boots continued to make their clopping noises with each careful step.
