10 comments/ 54749 views/ 36 favorites Will Power Ch. 01 By: Zero_Infinite Plot: Elina lived a life of luxury. The only daughter of a wealthy business man she was used to being spoiled and pampered. However, death and betrayal throw her life into turmoil leaving her at the mercy of the merciless. How long can she cope with the torment and cruelty she is forced to endure? Themes of humiliation, BDSM, pony-girl, non-consent... etcetera, etcetera, you get the idea, if this isn't your thing turn back now! ;P 1. Elina was a girl whose full red lips looked as beautiful in a joyful smile as they did in a sullen pout. She would often bat her long dark lashes and put on a 'puppy-dog' eyed expression with her bright blue eyes to get her own way. At least, it had always been that way with her father. He was rich, and as his only daughter she'd been spoiled rotten after her mother's death, something he'd never really gotten over. She'd enjoyed the full majesty of his wealth, ballet from the age of nine, horse-riding from the age of thirteen, private schooling. She'd always been pretty, but as she'd gotten older she had truly come into her beauty. Her slender body that had been ideal for ballet had developed womanly curves, where one would expect to find them, whilst maintaining her slender figure and narrow waist, giving her a rather wonderful hourglass shape, even with her modest chest and rear. She had been out riding when it had happened. She had just finished brushing down her horse when the maid ran into the stable and told Elina that her father had collapsed. She'd rushed into the house to find the paramedics already there. The next few hours seemed to go by like a show reel. A ride in the back of an ambulance. Sitting in the waiting room staring at the wall. The doctor telling her he was sorry. She couldn't believe it was happening. It had to be a dream... a nightmare. It wasn't until three days later at the funeral that it hit her and that she realised her father was dead. She cried harder than she ever had, let out every tear she'd held back until she had no more to shed that night. The following day she had been called to her father's lawyer's office to sort out his affairs. It was just Elina and her father's younger brother, her uncle Richard, her father's only living relatives. "Richard Croft, you are the deceased brother correct? And Elina Croft you were his daughter?" She had been named after her grandmother on her mother's side. Her maternal heritage originating in Eastern Europe, Elina had a hint of the heritage in the shape of her eyes but not enough that it was obvious. They both confirmed that they were the named people before he continued, "It says here that Richard is to inherit 10% of his total assets, after tax, and that his daughter Elina will inherit the rest so long as she is a competent adult. If not, Richard will be the executor of the will and her legal guardian until she qualifies as such. Do you both understand the terms of the will?" He'd never hidden the details of the will from her so it wasn't a shock. She had turned eighteen a few months ago and as such stood to inherit 90% of his assets, making her possibly one of the wealthiest teenagers in the world. They both agreed that they understood and the lawyer continued, "Well... I'm glad that you both agree to the terms. It seems then that Richard will be in control of your father's estates until such time as you qualify to receive your inheritance then." Elina furrowed her brows in confusion, "S-sorry? Did I miss something, I turned eighteen earlier this year so shouldn't I be in control of my own inheritance." The lawyer blinked and looked back down at the papers on his desk before responding. "Yes, but under legal guidelines to qualify as a competent adult you have to both be over the age of eighteen and of sound mind. I have here a doctor's analysis of your mental health that would deem you unfit to accept responsibility for your portion of your father's estate." He handed the piece of paper to her. She stared at it blankly. What the hell was going on? She didn't recognise the name of the doctor or the clinic. She had private doctors and had only seen them for as long as she could remember. It deemed her as 'Schizophrenic with paranoid delusions and a bipolar nature'. She shook her head. "This-This is fake. This had to be, this isn't a real doctor. I mean I've never seen-" Then she saw the signature at the bottom of the page. It hit her then, the realisation of what must be happening. She turned on him, her eyes aflame with fury, teeth gritted in rage, as her glare locked on her uncle, Richard, "YOU?! You did this didn't you?!" The lawyer backed away a little from the two of them. Richard just raised a brow and held his hands up defensively, "Me? What... what are you talking about Elina?" He said in the most innocent and caring voice. "This!" She waved the paper in his face. "You made it up! You-You paid for someone to write this? You think you'll get away with this? I'll get my own evaluation done and then I'll have you thrown away in a cold damp cell for thinking you could ever steal my home from me!" Richard continued to stare at her with a worried expression. She had stood up she realised and was leaning over him threateningly, she never had been good at keeping her temper. That was when the door opened and a burly, yet well-dressed, mad stepped in. "Is everything alright in here Mr Jude?" The lawyer, who Elina now noticed looked rather flustered, nodded slightly. "Y-yes, but I believe Miss Croft will be requiring an escort to the exit." Her gaze shot between the three men pleadingly before coming back to the lawyer. "Please, you have to know that this is fake." She held the piece of paper out to him. "He must have paid someone to write it, I'm not crazy!" He gave her a sympathetic smile and nodded, "Of course not, my dear. Your father was a good friend of mine, don't worry, we'll see that you get the help you need." Her jaw dropped open slightly in shock. How do you convince someone you're not crazy and that people are conspiring against you without sounding crazy? She momentarily wondered if she was, before completely dismissing the notion. She knew she was sane, she just needed the chance to see one of her doctors, to get a second opinion that said she was. The man escorted her and her uncle towards the exit and wished her a pleasant day as he guided her out and closed the door to the building behind her rather abruptly. As they stepped outside she turned to her uncle with her teeth gritted. "You bastard! You thieving, lying bastard! What is the meaning of this? Why would you do this to me?" He just gave her another sympathetic smile and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder. "Elina. I'm truly worried about you. I am. I just want to see that you get the help that you need. I love you Elina." She scowled and pushed his hand away as she felt her anger rise up inside her. She had thrown tantrums in her youth, her father always breaking and giving in to her, but it had been several years since she had acted so childish. "LIAR!" She slapped him, "You fucking bastard, you know I'm not crazy, you trying to steal his money aren't you!" She slapped him again in her fury. He just stood there giving her the same look of pity that just made her angrier. She went to hit him again when something, or someone, caught her arm. Quickly it was turned in a way that made her spin and she felt a hand clamp around her other wrist pulling it behind her back too. "Calm down miss, calm down." She heard a voice say, in the sort of tone she'd use to try and quieten a skittish horse. She saw the police car then and as she felt the handcuffs and glanced over her shoulder she realised how it must have looked. "No, please officer. This isn't what it looks like. My uncle, he-he's trying to make everyone think I'm crazy." Her voice still shook with the adrenalin of her rage, "H-he-he made a fake doctor to diagnose me as insane, but I'm not!" He nodded and smiled softly, "Of course not. It's all okay. We'll just take you to see a real doctor now, yes?" Her eyes lit up and she nodded. "Yes! Yes, you have to take me to my doctor, Dr. Edmonds." "Don't you worry about that, we'll make sure everything is okay." He lead her towards the car, she overheard her uncle talking to the other officer as the door was opened and she was gently encouraged into the car. "...thank you for meeting us here, I had worried that she might act-" The door slamming cut off their conversation to her. She sat there, eyes wide, stomach flipping in fear. This couldn't be happening. 2. They didn't drive Elina to where she had asked. Instead they had gone further out of the city and to some sort of hospital. It looked quite nice, for what it was, but that was hardly the first thing on her mind. "Please believe me. I don't belong here." They had been ignoring her now. They had been nice at first and had agreed that she didn't seem crazy now that she was acting calmly, but she could tell that they still thought she was. They stopped outside and were met by two men in white and a nurse who had a friendly smile. The police officer got out, opened her door and taking hold of her arm, he led her out of the car. The smiling nurse greeted her, "Miss Croft, we've been expecting you. It is a shame that you had to be brought here in such an uncomfortable fashion." She said frowning, "Perhaps we could remove the restraints officer? I'm sure she'll behave calmly now, won't you Elina?" She seemed genuinely nice a motherly sort in her demeanour. The officers removed the cuffs and she rubbed her wrists. "Are you in on it too?" She asked the nurse, "I mean, did my uncle pay you to treat me like I'm crazy? You know I am perfectly sane don't you? He's just trying to make people think I'm not so he can take control of my father's estate." The nurse nodded softly, "Why don't you speak to the doctor about that." She said as she took hold of her arm to lead her inside. Elina pulled out of her grip and shook her head, "No, I demand to see my doctor, Dr. Edmonds, he's been my physician since I was twelve, he'll tell you that I am perfectly sane." The nurse stared at her with a calm expression, "If what you say is true then you'll have to speak to the doctor here and have him refer you to Dr. Edmonds. Until then I think it is in your best interest to act cooperatively don't you think?" Elina swallowed and gave a small nod. She realised that she was right. She needed to calm down if she was going to convince people she was sane. The nurse thanked the officers before they left and led Elina inside, the two men in white walking behind them, she believed that they were referred to as orderlies in places like this, but she wasn't sure. As the nurse lead her inside she started talking, though she only half listened to what she was saying. She told her that her uncle Richard had singed her in already and that until she got a medical analysis that deemed her of healthy mental state, only he could sign her out. She told her about meal times, activities they had for patients, therapy, group therapy, she zoned out. She didn't belong here. "Okay Elina, now please take off your clothes." Her eyes widened. "Pardon?" The nurse gave her a firm look. "Elina, it is mandatory for all patients. Trust me when I say that being uncooperative will be much more unpleasant." The two men who had followed them had waited outside the room, but she could still see a silhouette through the frosted glass. She hoped that they wouldn't dream of having two men strip her, but she didn't want to find out. Biting down on her bottom lip in anger at her uncle, she did her best to pretend that this was just a medical examination, one that she had consented to. She unzipped her dress at the side and slipped out of it. Her skin was smooth and flawless, below she wore a black pair of underwear with some lace trim on the edge that were cut in a very flattering fashion. She quickly removed the bra, her breasts dropping only the slightest amount, still pert even with their generous size, considering her build. She placed her clothes on the surface beside her and kicked off her shoes. "The rest too, please." The nurse said as Elina had stood there waiting. Elina looked at her pleadingly but got nothing more than a stern look. She sighed and slipped her panties off too. Her pink nipples stiffened in the cool air of the clinic-like room even as she crossed her arm across her chest, her other hand going between her legs to cover the small triangle of trimmed pubic hair that matched the colour of her long wavy dark-brown hair on her head. The nurse pointed to a small shower that stood over a sloped section of the floor with a drain in the corner. "Please wash off there, make sure to use plenty of soap." Elina frowned, "I-is this necessary?" The nurse sighed, "We could have you restrained and I could give you a sponge bath if you'd prefer the indignity of that?" Elina shook her head firmly, "Good. So, shower." Elina dejectedly walked over to the thing and turned it on, using her toe to measure the temperature she waited for it to warm up. "What are you doing?" The nurse asked, annoyed. "W-waiting for it to get warm." She replied defensively. With a sigh the nurse stepped over and gave Elina a little push that put her under the shower head and doused her with the chilly water and caused her to scream in shock. If her nipples hadn't been stiff before they were now. She tried to step out but the nurse held her under it. "WHAT THE-?! What's wrong with you?" "It doesn't get warm I'm afraid. Budget cuts." She heard the door open and one of the orderlies stepped in. Elina yelped and covered herself with her hands scowling at him as he didn't even hide the fact that he was looking at her. "Everything okay sister? I heard a scream." "It's fine Daryl, wait outside for now, I'll call if I need you." Thankfully he left the room. As he did the nurse grabbed the soap and started to lathe it up in her hands. "I'll do your hair as I don't want to be here all day. Can I trust you to wash your body?" She handed Elina the soap and she nodded sullenly in between shivering. The nurse started to rub the soap roughly into her hair, taking little care of any discomfort. Closing her eyes tightly she quickly began washing her body. Luckily the ordeal didn't last long. The nurse washed the suds out of her hair before turning off the icy waterfall and handing her a small rough towel. "Dry." She commanded. Elina took the towel, scowling at the woman as she stood their shivering. She did as she was told as the nurse went to a cupboard. Coming back with a small bundle of cloth, she sighed. "Hurry up please." Elina scowled again as the nurse sighed and grabbed another towel and started to roughly dry Elina's hair, "H-Hey it'll tangle if you do that!" She protested. She already hated that she'd been forced to use generic soap on her hair, usually she'd use a shampoo that specifically prevented her hair from being damaged and a conditioner afterwards. She was ignored as the nurse continued. Before she even felt properly dry the towel was taken away from her and thrown into a basket in the corner. "Put these on." "C-can't I wear my own clothes? I just want to see my doctor and get out of here." The nurse remained silent. Elina looked over and saw that her clothes weren't where she'd left them anyway. Scowling and not wanting to stay standing here in the nude, especially as cold as it was she slipped the rather uncomfortable pair of panties on. They weren't exactly flattering. She fiddled with the gown trying to get the knots undone that held the sides together. The nurse left to get something from the cabinet and sighed as she saw Elina still struggling with the gown as she returned. Snatching it from her she put it down on the counter. "Put that on while I sort out your bedding. I need to cut your nails." Elina frowned, "I-I don't want them cut." Sighing the nurse shook her head, "I've had enough of this attitude from you. If you don't want to be put in your room without dinner, do as I say." Elina's jaw dropped, she'd never been spoken to in this way before, scowling she gritted her teeth. "I'll give you as much attitude as I wish." She snapped. Immediately regretting it. The nurse called out for the orderlies, as they came in Elina pleaded, saying she'd behave. She covered her breasts as they walked in on her, still in only the pair of issued panties. She tried to grab the gown but as she reached out they grabbed hold of her wrist. As she struggled to try and pull her hand free from them, trying to pin it across her chest she managed to snatch her hand back and accidentally hit the nurse across the face. She immediately knew that it was a horrendous mistake when she saw the look in her eyes. "Perhaps..." She said, wiping a small spot of blood from her lip, "A night in a strait-jacket will show her that behaving is in her best interests." "A strait-jacket?!" She cried in outrage. "You can't be serious! Please. I'll do what you say." The nurse rubbed her cheek as the other orderly took a jacket out of the cabinet. Elina struggled, tried to curl up, but the two men were much larger than her and with the help of the nurse they easily forced her arms into the too-long sleeves. Pulling the jacket tight around her she was forced face down onto one of the surfaces that smelt of disinfectant. "Please!" She sobbed. "You can't treat me like this." They tightened the buckles that held the jacket tight around her body and then started to pull the sleeved around behind her forcing her into an awkward, tight, hug of her own body. The sleeves were tied in place locking her arms in the awkward embrace as she felt something pull up between her legs, pressing against her intimate areas, she yelped and struggled, realising quickly that it was just another belt or strap hat prevented her from somehow finding a way to slip it off over her head. She was picked up and put down in a chair where she sat in silence, scowling at the ground, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. She was still aware of the eyes of the two men on her smooth, slender legs, if nothing else at least the jacket was covering her breasts from their unabashed gaze. The nurse sighed and shook her head, "A night in the padded cell will soften her up. Tomorrow I'll expect you to be better behaved." Elina's eyes widened, "Please, Please don't leave me in this all night." She pleaded. But her pleas went unheard as she was easily dragged away by the two large men in white. 3. Elina had cried herself to sleep. Crying over her forced imprisonment, because that was what it was, and over the death of her father. She wished he was still alive; he'd never of let this happen to her. She also swore that she'd get revenge on Richard, one way or another, he'd pay. Her sleep was restless, she couldn't get comfortable in the strait-jacket and her dreams were horrific. But she was aware that the whole night hadn't yet passed when the door was opened. She blinked as the bright light hit her eyes. "Wh-what's- who Is it?" She mumbled as her mind groggily awoke trying to remember where she even was. As she opened her mouth to speak again something was roughly pushed inside it, pushing her jaw open. She called out, but the hard rubber muffled the sound. She furrowed her brow trying to figure out what was happening as the man fixed the gag in place. It was the orderly... Daryl was his name, she thought. Her heart started racing. What was going to happen to her? She was too scared to even cry as he grabbed her and started marching her out of the room, closing it behind them. He looked around as if he was nervous, or as if he didn't want to be found doing this. So naturally Elina started trying to make as much noise as possible, kicked and stamped as he dragged her. Scowling and mumbling a swear word he lightly tapped her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her. As she struggled to breath she was a lot more compliant and he managed to lead her to a door and out into the bracing cold of the night. Will Power Ch. 01 Her eyes widened as she saw the man standing outside waiting for them. Richard. She scowled and spat an insult at him that was understandable through the gag. He laughed and smiled, "Hello my dear Elina. Did you enjoy your stay?" He didn't wait for an answer, "Don't worry, you'll not spend another night here. I have somewhere in mind that will be better suited to deal with your particular temperament." She heard him laugh as a bag was forced over her head. She struggled, kicking and fighting as she was lifted up, and then her stomach did a backflip as she felt herself thrown through the air. With a wince she roughly hit the floor of something hollow sounding... she realised it was a van as she heard the door slam shut. Before long the engine was running and she felt it moving. She tried to stand up, but with the bag on her head she couldn't keep her balance, in fact, she thought she heard a chuckle on one occasion when she fell after a sharp break and realised that they were doing it on purpose. Giving up on that, she sat with her back to the wall and didn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her fall again. The drive was long. The hood was sweltering; she could feel her hair sticking to her face, her matted hair that she had taken such good care of, now a tangled mess. It must have been two hours, maybe more when they eventually stopped. She heard the door open and was pulled out of the back and onto her feet. Another quick tap to her stomach convinced her to stop struggling. That was when she heard a new voice, a voice heavy with accent, French, maybe Italian? She didn't really have a good ear for it. "Now now boys, leave that sort of thing to us. There's no need to be so heavy handed with such a dainty little thing." The bag was pulled off of her head and left her staring at a beautiful woman, well, it's be more appropriate to say that it left her staring at her chest. The woman must have been six foot and in heels she was taller than even the orderly or her uncle. Yana swallowed in fear, she was wearing what looked like a modified horse-riders outfit. A navy blue jacket that gave an ample view of her impressively large cleavage, tight to the point that it looked like it'd burst open at any minute to reveal the lacy white bra that she visibly wore below. It matched the lacy white underwear she wore, clearly on display, as her legs were only covered by tan stockings that were help up by a garter belt around her hips. On her feet she wore a pair of black leather calf-high heeled-boots that even had the riding crop tucked in one side. Something she'd never used on her own horses. "So, this is our wild young filly is it?" She asked with a wry smile that caused Elina's eyes to bolt open and then scowl. "Oh yes, definitely wild." She stroked Elina's cheek and she pulled back scowling some more, cursing her through the gag. Richard coughed, "Yes. I hope everything is all in order Miss Kane?" The buxom blonde smiled and nodded, "Yes, other than payment. I'll have one of my hands take her to the filly stables while we discuss it." She clicked her fingers and a man stepped over from out of sight. Elina's eyes widened. He was as tall as the woman in heels, heavily muscled, shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight tan pants that left nothing to the imagination and the calf-high boots, without the heels. She blushed as he took hold of her arm through the jacket with his large hand and started to walk her away. She only heard the first few words of the conversation between the blonde and her uncle. "So Mr Croft, I assume you have also brought the payment with you?" He nodded, "Yes of course." He took a suitcase out from the front of the van and handed it to her. "One month's payment upfront as agreed." He hesitated to let go of the suitcase as she reached out to take it, "It is a lot of money..." She smiled, "Ah, but it is a rather niche market. You'll not find someone willing to offer the same service under these conditions and if you could they would undoubtedly be a shadow of a comparison with what we offer." He nodded, "Yes, you are right." He let go of the suitcase. "Are you sure about what you've asked?" The woman asked with a subtle narrowing of her eyes. He nodded, "Yes. I want her to be completely broken, willing to do whatever she is told and unable to even think about refuting the diagnosis she's been given." "And, the... limitations we discussed." "None." He said flatly. She twisted her lips, "She really is quite young and I'm sure you'd be able to enjoy her more if-" He held up his hand, "This isn't about that. I want her will broken and I want it done quickly, treat her with as much punishment as you need and fuck her however you want, with whatever you want, however you want." He grinned cruelly, "In fact... with whatever you can. I want her to forget about her old life, make her into nothing more than a docile creature." The woman sighed and shrugged, "Very well, it is your money after all." "Yes. Yes it is." 4. Elina was taken into a tiled room by the handsome man. He stood there, holding onto her arm, silently, not even looking at her. She looked at him though; he was a Greek God in stature. She was a little intimidated but she couldn't help but admit that physically he was the sort of man she'd imagine when she read an erotic novel. She didn't think these things consciously of course. She was too petrified to even form a coherent thought and far from the right mood to drool over some muscular man. He just held her there, staring ahead as if made of stone. She tried to pull away but his grip was firm and he easily overpowered her. It was several minutes before the woman from before joined them. The man beside her bowed his head slightly as she walked in. "Get her out of those unsightly things." Elina was thankful as he started to undo the ties and buckles behind her back but as he slipped it off she quickly remembered her lack of clothing below it. She kept her arms crossed over her chest as the jacket was slipped away. Her eyes widened as the underwear was quickly pulled down and as she bent over to try and grab hold of it she felt a sharp sting across her rear, hearing the snap a second later, she jumped up straight with a pained cry into the gag. Her clothes were taken away by the man as he left the room. She glared at the woman who now held a riding crop in her hand. Elina rubbed her rear with one hand, her other across her chest, her legs pressed together tightly as she kept herself turned away from the woman slightly in a defensive manner. She quickly reached up to remove the gag and got a light rap on her knuckles from the crop that caused her to scowl and snarl slightly as she rubbed her hand. The woman's lip curled at one edge into the start of a smile. The man walked back in then, causing Elina's hands to quickly find their way back to covering herself shyly. Walking towards her determinedly she took a step back from him, only to receive another snap to her rear that caused her to jump forward towards the man with a little squeal. He caught hold of her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm away from her chest and exposing her breasts to him. They bounced and pressed against him as she struggled to pull free, but he ignored her, clamping a manacle around her wrist. It shut with a click, tight to her skin, the feeling of some soft fabric or leather lined the metal mercifully. She redoubled her struggles as he took hold of her other hand and without even trying too hard, managed to get the second manacle on her other wrist so that they were held together by a short chain between them. She held her hands to her body to cover her breasts. He let her, though he kept hold of the chain between the manacles. Reaching up he pulled down a chain from the ceiling, his bicep bulging with the effort as he pulled it down against its resistance, the sound of something heavy moving somewhere in the room on what must be a pulley system. Her arms were jerked upwards then as he quickly fixed the chain to the one between her wrists and as he let go it started to rise again. She tried to pull it down, but just managed to lift herself up instead. She squealed and kicked a little as he backed away, letting her realise that it was hopeless, whatever the weight was that held her arms up was heavier than her. He left the room momentarily, returning with another set of the chains. As he approached her she kicked out at him, he stepped aside, anticipating it and caught her ankle, clamping the metal around it quickly. He came around beside her, keeping her leg lifted so that she couldn't find the balance to try another kick with her free leg and to her humiliation, revealing her most intimate folds to him rising colour to her cheeks. Easily he bound her fourth limb and then pulled the chain between her ankles, longer than the one between her wrists, through a loop on the floor. She could still move her feet a bit, but it undoubtedly served the purpose of stopping her kicking, as she had the moment she had the chance. "Good." The tall blonde said with a grin as she walked up behind her and undid the gag, pulling it from her mouth. Elina coughed a little and worked her jaw open and close, it ached from having been forced open for so long. "Wh-Where am I, who are you?" She whimpered in a hoarse voice as the woman handed the gag to the man who took it from the room. Elina coughed, clearing her throat. "I will give you the opportunity to ask five questions, that I may or may not choose to answer, after that you will be silent, or you will regret it. Do you understand?" Elina swallowed and nodded slowly. "Good, now you've asked two already. You are in a training stable for misbehaving fillies and mares. You don't need to know who I am as I will not be requiring you to call me by anything, instead just know that you will obey my every command. You have three more questions." Elina bit down on her bottom lip, she wanted to scream at her, to demand that she let her go. Instead she took a deep breath and took a moment to think. "Do you know that my uncle is having me unlawfully held here and you are aiding a criminal?" The woman smiled, "Yes. But he is paying more than enough to cover any potential risk." Elina frowned, she had hoped that wasn't true, even if she knew it was a false hope. "Is-Is there anything I can do, that will make you let me go? I can pay!" The woman shook her head. "Oh yes. If we let you go you could most likely prove your sanity, reclaim your inheritance and have access to all your money. But if we did that, the risk of you either refusing to pay or exposing what service we offer and our part in your kidnapping is too high for us to consider." Elina furrowed her brow. She couldn't think of anything else. What question could she possibly ask that would give her an answer she'd like? Eventually she bit down on her bottom lip and closed her eyes, asking a question she knew she wouldn't like the answer to. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" The woman smiled softly and stroked Elina's face lightly, "We are going to train you to be a good little filly, obedient, docile and not only willing but eager to serve." Elina let out a small sob. "Now. As I said, you are not to speak again. Until I expressly tell you to, assume that this command holds true at all times. Understood?" Elina just hung there from her arms and scowled. A swat to her outer thigh caused her to yelp and nod furiously. "Good girl. Now, for the future the only way you will communicate is through simple yes and no. You will signify yes with a single nod and for no you will remain still and silent. Do you understand?" Elina hesitated before nodding dejectedly. She cried out at the next snap of the crop. "Oww! I did wha-" Another crack caused her to silence herself. "I said a single nod. Move your head up and then down in one move. Also I believe you already understand what I mean by 'no talking'. Do you understand how to say yes and no?" Elina bit down on her bottom lip, scowling as she gave the small single nod. "Do you want to feel my crop again?" Elina went to shake her head but caught herself. Instead she kept her head still, starring daggers up at the taller woman. "Good girl." The man came back then, with a hose. Elina's eye widened moment before they shut tight, as the hose was turned on, showing her with water. She had cried out expecting the feel of freezing water. Thankfully it was lukewarm. She coughed and spluttered as he aimed it at her face and hair. Giving him a sullen look as he made sure every inch of her was soaked, even walking around her to spray her back. She squealed as the forceful spray hit between her legs. After he was finished he put down the hose. The woman stepped over with a bottle of some sort of shampoo. She poured some into her hands before starting to gently massage it into Elina's hair. She was careful to work out the knots and tangles that the nurse had uncaringly put into it and Elina realised that it felt surprisingly nice. More so than the cold shower she'd had the previous night. Though it was still humiliating. "You kept horses didn't you?" Elina scowled a little before giving the small single nod to say yes. "So you know the sounds and noises they make. When you were hit with the hose you cried out. From now on, if something makes you call out you will turn it into a whinny or another horse like sound. Do you understand?" Elina eyed the woman as if she was insane and had just asked her to flap her arms and fly away. "I believe you do understand. Whinny for me now." Elina scowled some more and scoffed. The woman's hand moved from her head to pinch her nipple lightly between her nails. Elina's eyes widened in pain as she cried out and struggled to twist away from the woman, she didn't say a word though, not wanting to anger her further at this point. "Whinny and I'll let go." Elina whimpered as she struggled before finally relenting her whimper turning into a quiet and reserved whinny. "Do it properly, I know you can do it better than that." She squeezed her nipple slightly harder causing her to cry out louder, finally turning the cry into a loud humiliating whinny that finally got her to let go. She blushed a deep shade of red as she pouted wishing she could rub away the sting from her delicate and sensitive nip. "Good girl." She went back to washing her hair whilst Elina closed her eyes and tried to push away the feeling of humiliation at being made to do something so demeaning. After she'd finished with her hair, the man again shot water at her. She kept completely silent this time, rather than risk being forced to behave like a horse again. The woman came back with a mitt on one hand and poured a generous amount of soup onto it. As she started rubbing Elina's skin with it, her eyes opened widely as she let out a small cry. The mitt was rough on her soft skin and caused a feeling that was somewhere between pain and excruciatingly ticklish. She turned the cry into a small whinny at a look from the woman that demanded obedience. She then proceeded to wash and scrub every inch of her with the horrific thing. Rubbing over her breasts, her rear and even between her legs. She'd resisted at first, but the woman had just paid those regions more attention until she had yielded and been forced to whinny and snort and make all sorts of humiliating noises rather than face more punishment. As the woman had rubbed at her sensitive folds between her legs she'd even had to turn a small moan into a whinny, that she hoped the woman hadn't noticed. When she was satisfied she had the man hose her down again before taking it back out of the room. The towel the woman pulled out and started to rub her with was, large, fluffy and smelled of lavender, it reminded her of her own towels and she managed to stifle a small sob. The woman signalled to the man again and he stepped back over, close to her, she felt his body press up against her, his chest against her face. She pulled back slightly wondering what he was doing. As he reached up she felt her arms fall down, having detached them from the chain on the ceiling. "Kneel down." The woman said lightly touching the riding crop to the back of her calves. Elina did as she was told and the chain between her wrists was linked to the hook on the floor so that she knelt with her hands down between her legs, on the floor. She kept her arms over her breasts, somewhat covering her modesty, even if her body had just been on display she wasn't about to give up on it just yet. The blonde woman then began to blow-dry Elina's hair, brushing it softly as she did. She took the opportunity to lower her head and sob a little whilst the noise drowned her out. After she was finished with that she started running her hands through Elina's hair, plaiting it into a tight French plait that started at the front of her head and ran down the centre. Elina went into a daze as the woman worked on her hair. Wondering why she was bothering to do this, it was at least slightly relaxing, placating and let her mind slip away from the horror of her reality. The buzzing sound brought the world back into focus and as she felt something press against the side of her head and hear the unmistakable sound, she knew what it was, the feel of hair falling on her knees. Her eyes shot open in anger as she pulled away from it. "What are you doing?!" She demanded, ignoring all the rules she'd been given. The woman scowled down at her. "If you speak again I'll shave you bald and have you wear a wig." Elina looked horrified at that. "If you don't hold still I'm going to mess it up and that will be necessary. I've already started, if I stopped now you'd look ridiculous anyway." Elina scowled furiously as the woman took hold of her hair firmly, holding her still and the buzzing restarted. She clenched her jaw and her eyes tightly shut as the woman continued to shave the sides of her head. As she did Elina ground her teeth in fury. She loved her long thick wavy hair. After this it would look like she was in a punk band or something. The alternative look wasn't something she was really into, but she tried to console herself with the fact that it would all be okay and that she could grow it out again when she got free. The woman was quick and didn't take too much off, just the sides so that only the centre band of hair, held in a tight plait that fell to below her shoulders was left. She brushed away the hair with a soft brush as Elina sat their silently scowling at the floor. The blonde woman must have gestured to the shirtless man because he had stepped over and was undoing the manacles on her wrists. She struggled half-heartedly against him as he pulled her arms behind her back. The woman stepped behind Elina and began to slip her arms into something, like a single long glove. She felt her arms being forced into a crossed position by whatever it was, pulling them so that her hands rested on her elbows. Her elbows were pinned tight to her back as a strap was brought round under her breasts, holding her arms in place. She turned her head slightly to see the woman tightly lacing up the glove like thing that held her arms tight. As she tightened the laces it forced her arms up slightly, moving her hands up towards her shoulder blades, causing Elina to wince slightly. The way it was done forced her to arch her back a little and push her chest forwards. She blushed as the man took hold of her and lifted her onto her feet, realising how it made her look as though she was presenting her breasts to anyone in front of her. He knelt down and took hold of one of her legs. Unchaining it, he lifted it up. As he did she widened her eyes and started to lose her balance. She called out as he stepped around behind her so she fell into his chest. Still holding her leg under her knee he lifted it, pressing her knee to her chest and held it there. She struggled a little and made a sound of exertion that earned her a snap of the crop against the back of her thigh, presented to the woman by the man holding her leg. She winced and blushed as she realised the position gave the woman a clear view of her folds. Another snap of the crop on her thigh caused her to grit her teeth. She kicked with her other leg, but it was still chained down. Will Power Ch. 01 "Those are for making sounds inappropriate to a young filly, try harder or you'll feel the crop more regularly than either of us wants you to." She had some sort of footwear in her other hand and she started to slip Elina's foot into it. It was a peculiar shoe. Just a solid sole that arched her foot as if she was wearing heels and a closed toe that her foot was firmly pressed into. Ribbon from the sole tied over the top of her foot tightly holding the shoe in place and tied up over her ankle in a crisscross pattern. Although the way it bent her foot made her think there would be a tall heel, there was none. Instead, just the front pad and toes of her feet would touch the ground and those were held up an inch by the small platform on the sole. The second shoe was put on whilst she was forced, humiliatingly, to sit on the man's lap, her back pressed against his firm torso. She blushed as she thought she felt something hard pressing against her through his thing, tight pants. Then she was forced to stand up. That was interesting. She realised now that to stand she had to essentially be on tip toes, without a heel and with the inch platform the shoes were treacherous. Looking down at them, her eyes widened as she realised that the design made her feet look like hooves. She scowled furiously at the woman who just smiled at her. She was still taller than her, but her new shoes gave her some extra height. If she hadn't done ballet for so long she wasn't sure she could even stand in them. "Now, why don't we go for a nice walk?" The woman said in a sweet tone as she stepped towards Elina. Her hands reached up and grabbed her soft breasts, squeezing firmly, her nails lightly digging in, causing her to hiss slightly and gasp in pain. As she did, a large hand from behind pushed something into her mouth. Elina tried to push it out, to shake her head, but the thing dug in uncomfortably, causing her eyes to widen. She nearly fell then, still unsteady on her horrific shoes, but the two people either side of her pressed against her, keeping her afoot. Quelling her struggles that caused nothing but pain, she took a moment to address the situation. The thing in her mouth wasn't the gag, it didn't hold her jaw wide apart. Instead something metallic was pressing down on her tongue and a bar was pushed back between her teeth, pressing back on the corners of her mouth. Something was strapped around the back of her head as she explored the thing in her mouth with her tongue. Two more straps went over her face and her eyes widened. The thing pressing down on her tongue was a bit! She scowled in outrage. The bit would move when the reins were pulled, digging into her mouth uncomfortably, fighting against the reins would cause her more pain. It was used to train unruly horses, forcing them to move and do as they were told until they did so without the painful encouragement. The straps on her face were a bridle of sorts, modified, or customised to fit a person apparently, as the man fixed blinders in place that cut off her peripheral view. This was inhumane! "Perfect! You look just like the beautiful little filly you are. Mane nice and smooth, brushed down and bridled. Why don't we go for that walk now." The woman picked up the reins that hung down between her breasts, attached to the sides of her head. "We can show you the stables now that you're presentable." Elina's eyes widened as the woman lightly tugged the reins, pushing the bit up into her mouth painfully. She quickly stepped forward to put slack in the reins as she angrily scowled at the woman. "Enough of those looks from you." She slapped Elina's thigh with the crop causing her to almost stumble. "If I catch you looking at me like that again you'll get more of those. From now on you'll whinny instead of giving me one of those looks." The woman slapped the crop on Elina's thigh again, "Whinny." Elina hesitated but the third strike caused her to break and let out a small whinny, even more embarrassing now that she was being led around by a pair of reins, her feet like hooves, hair styled in the fashion of a mane and her arms tightly bound away. 5. The woman had led her around the whole enclosure. The stables were surprisingly big. There was one side for training and keeping women who seemed to be referred to as fillies if they were under the age of about twenty five or so and mares if they were older. The other side was for keeping men who were called colts or stallions. In the middle was a large open area that she had seen several other people in similar attire to herself.... Or the lack of attire. They were being led around outside, being forced to walk and act like horses. It was horrifying. Elina was shown the house where the woman said she resided and that she could, if needed, be out in the middle of the night if Elina chose that time to misbehave and require her presence. She was shown the security too, most likely to stop her entertaining the idea of escape. There was a fence around the property that she had led her to. It was seven feet tall, hard wood panels with spikes on the top that looked impossible to climb over even if she had her arms and feet free. The only way in and out was through the main building, where there was 24 hour security who knew the faces of everyone in the facility and who was and wasn't allowed to come and go, including her. The next humiliation had been feeding. The bridle was thankfully removed but her arms were not. She was led in front of a small trough of sorts and food was poured in. She stared at the woman outraged for a moment before a narrow eyed expression made her wipe the look from her face and give a half-hearted whinny. She managed to bend over and get her face low enough that she could just about eat the food. It was bland and tasteless and she didn't eat much, even if she was physically hungry she wasn't mentally capable of eating much especially not out of something so humiliating. The bit had gone back in again, the woman having to pinch her nipples to get her to open her mouth. She had explained to Elina that the next time she saw the bridle lifted towards her that she would open her mouth or she'd see to it that she sorely regretted it. She gave a small scared whinny at that suggestion. The afternoon had been spent leading her around by the reins some more in the paddock, getting her used to the shoes until she didn't have to concentrate on not falling over quite so much. There had been one moment where Elina had fallen when a man had charged at her. She had screamed into the bit in fear as he stamped around over her. Tears welling in her eyes in fear, but the tall blonde had, with a few vicious slices of her crop, pushed him back. Another trainer had caught up to them, taking hold of the man's reins and dragging him away with a scornful voice one of the shirtless, muscled men aiding in the process. She'd been helped back onto her feet and the grass was brushed from her body as she just stood there staring forward, shivering in fear. The worst thing had been the man's obvious arousal, his cock standing hard as he'd stared down at her lustfully and how she'd not been able to stand back up, struggling and kicking at the floor to try and get away from him. She shivered some more, glancing over towards him occasionally, fearful of him coming over again. The woman had taken her back inside shortly after that and placated her, gently stroking her hair in a calming manner. She had unbridled her again and then brushed off the grass stains on her hip and side from where she fell. She washed her feet too, softly making small soothing sounds that Elina realised she had often made when brushing down her own horses. Relieving herself had been a humiliating experience. Standing up over a hole and then a blast of cold water between her legs from a hose when she'd finished had been horrifically unpleasant. After that she had been taken to a small room in the stable, there she had been told to kneel and a collar that was chained to the wall was fastened around her neck. She pointed to a camera and explained that it was an inferred camera that would see her through the night and that there was a microphone too. Security would be watching her and if she started acting unseemly, sobbing, screaming or making sounds that weren't befitting of a well behaved filly, she'd have to come punish her. The woman left then, turning off the lights. Elina wanted to call out for her to come back, for her to remove the bindings on her arms and the uncomfortable shoes from her feet, but she knew it was pointless and just the same as asking her to come back and hit her with the crop some more. She still had a few red lines that stung on her thigh from that thing. As she tried to lay down the collar around her neck choked her. She blinked in confusion, realising that it would prevent her from even laying down. She sighed sorrowfully and then winced, hoping that the security hadn't been listening at that exact moment. Silently she leant against the wall and did her best to sleep. --- Richard stood in his room looking out the window over the enclosed field that still had a few people being forced to follow their trainers, in their ridiculous attire. He chuckled to himself, thinking about that posh, stuck up niece of his, being forced to act like the horses she used to love. It seemed a fitting punishment for her. She looked so much like her mother that it hurt to look at her. He and his brother had fought over her affection for years. Richard cursed himself every day for being the one to introduce them. He had even told his brother of his feeling for her before he'd met her and still he proceeded to steal her from him. He had sworn that he would get his revenge. When she had died giving birth to Elina, Richard had been heartbroken as much as his brother. He blamed him for it, even if he knew it was illogical to do so and he partly blamed the child, which he knew to be lunacy. But his hate never wavered and as she grew her beauty had blossomed into a constant reminder of the woman who's never loved him and had died having his brother's child. Perhaps it was petty to take this all out on her. But it wasn't all about revenge. If he could break her and make her of an unfit mental state to inherit then he would get everything his brother ever worked for and take away anything of his legacy. He'd burn his journals, his pictures. He'd even have the painting of his brother and his wife altered to look like him. He'd erase him from the history books. There was a knock at the door that broke his train of thought. "Come in." He said in a cold, stern voice. Miss Kane entered the room. "Has your stay with us been to your liking? Will you be staying the night after all?" He shook his head. He'd spent the day enjoying some of the women owned by them. It was an expensive service, especially for one that wasn't to his particular tastes, but he had the money to burn now. However, he needed to leave, he had to arrange his deceased brother's affairs and make contingency plans in case this one failed. The main reason he'd stayed was to see Elina prancing around the yard, he'd enjoyed that greatly. He'd had the woman he'd paid for stand by the window so he could fuck her from behind whilst watching her humiliation. At seeing that man charge at her and force her to struggle and kick at the ground as she tried to writhe away from him he'd cum into the woman with a loud moan of pleasure. He'd greatly enjoyed watching that, however he wasn't entirely satisfied. Realising he'd left Miss Kane standing there waiting for an answer, he turned and smiled. "No, I still must leave. But I have some questions about Elina's training." She smiled pleasantly, "Please, leave it to me, I will see that she gets-" He cut her off and shook his head, "You are not moving fast enough for my liking. I saw most of your slaves have tails, but correct me if I'm mistaken, she didn't have one in yet did she?" The woman narrowed her eyes a little, but smiled none the less. "No, she didn't we are trying to br-" He continued talking over her, "Where is she right now?" The woman gritted her teeth but continued to smile. "She is sleeping." "Comfortably in a big soft bed I assume, from what I've seen so far." He shook his head some more, "I want you to move faster with the training, don't let her rest or have a moment to get her wits about her." She sighed, "If I do as you ask... we can't guarantee her to be exactly as you requested." He shook his head, "It doesn't matter, what matters is that it gets done sooner, rather than there not be time for a later." She smiled and nodded, placing the bill down on the table as she left the room, closing the door behind her. 6. She had been woken up the next morning by one of the muscular, shirtless men, different from the one who had helped with washing her the previous day. He had helped her stand after removing the collar and then led her back to the tiled room from the previous day. There he removed her shoes and the sleeve that bound her arms up behind her back. Whilst he stepped out she took the opportunity to stretch, working her aching shoulders with her fingers. Her arms had started to cramp in the night, eventually the pain faded into numbness. Now they were free the pain came back and she stifled a wince. He came back with the manacles and she frowned as she left him chain her back up as she had been the previous day. The blonde woman walked in and the same routine of, washing, brushing her hair, drying, plaiting, redressing and bridling as the previous day were repeated. The woman led her out the door by the reins as she struggled to keep her footing, she walked faster than she had the first time she had worn these shoes yesterday and it was a difficulty not to trip, she tried to make a few sounds, snort and whinny to get the woman to slow down without earning a hit of the crop but she was ignored. She was led into a room with bright lights and a smell that reminded her slightly of the room where the nurse had stripped her in the hospital, she shuddered at that thought, wondering how it felt like so long ago for something that was less than 36 hours prior. The woman pointed at the floor, "Stand with your hooves on the red circles." Elina hid her distaste for having her feet referred to as hooves as she did as she was told. The red circles sat before a table and were far enough apart that to keep her balance in the awful shoes she was forced to bend her knees a little to stand on them. The pose was uncomfortable to say the least. The woman quickly knelt down and shut a manacle on each ankle before Elina had much chance to react. They were fixed to the floor and forced her to keep her feet in place. She hoped that she wouldn't be forced to stand like this for long, the cool breeze between her legs causing her to blush as she realised the indecency of it, wondering how that thought hadn't occurred to her until just then. The woman took hold of Elina's reins again and started to pull, lightly forcing her to bend at her waist and lay her body down on the waist high table in front of her, furthering the horror of how exposed she was from behind. She tied Elina's reins to the table so that she was held there. She kicked with her feet, but they were securely attached to the floor and a swat with the crop to her rear caused her to stop with a silent wince. She struggled to turn her head to look behind her as the woman moved out of sight. But the reins stopped her head from turning too far and the blinders stopped her from seeing. She stopped squirming and went still as she felt the woman touch between her legs. She cried out into the bit that pinned her tongue as her fingers ran between her soft pink folds, rubbing something wet and slippery against them, between them. She continued to try and fight as she felt her rubbing up further over her delicate clit and over her small triangle of hair. "If you struggle now you are going to get cut, so I suggest that you hold very still." The feel of something metallic against her mound convinced her to obey. She felt it slide over, scraping at the hair and taking it with it. In a few small strokes Elina was left completely bald between her legs, the woman's hand running over her smooth mound confirmed that fact. If she thought it was over, she was wrong. The woman went back to rubbing her fingers between her pink petals and then against the small bud of pleasure. Elina stopped struggling as she tried her best not to show signs of pleasure from the way she was being touched. But it was impossible to resist the feelings it was causing her as the woman continued to rub and tease without slowing. Fingers slipped inside her tight wet hole, curling up inside her causing her to moan into the bit. She twisted and turned her shoulders in anger at being forced to feel this way. The feeling of a finger sliding into her ass took her by surprise and caused her to call out. She'd not had anyone put anything inside there before, even what was just a finger felt intrusively large. But as the woman continued to rub at her clit she couldn't help but become accustomed to it. After a few minutes the hands disappeared and instead Elina felt the unmistakable feel of lips over her mound, she moaned as she felt the unmistakable feel of a tongue moving over her tiny button, stroking it, curling around it. She was close, even trying to hold back how she felt, she knew it was no use, the woman was too good, knew where to touch and how, she was helpless against it. Just as she was on the edge of letting go, the woman's mouth disappeared and she felt something larger than the finger pushing forcefully into her ass. She cried out into the bit painfully. "Relax, it'll hurt more if you resist." The woman said, as it was slipped, with the help of a generous quantity of lube into her behind. She knew that she was probably right, but it was hard to relax when she hadn't been prepared for the assault. She breathed deeply, trying to get used to the feel of it inside her. Whatever it was, it felt absolutely huge, she hoped it wasn't as big as it felt. Something ticklish brushed against her leg. "Do you like the feel of your new tail? I had it made especially for you, from your own hair that we removed yesterday." She said with a small chuckle. Elina blushed, closing her eyes tightly as she strived to ignore the woman and the humiliation. Only she wasn't allowed the luxury as the woman took hold of her new tail and lightly pulled on it, pulling it slowly out half an inch, only to loosen her grip and let it slide back in, yielding a pleading cry from Elina. "That is enough of those noises. You've been told before. Now whinny like a good filly." Elina whimpered slightly instead and the woman proceeded to repeat the lightly pulling and releasing of the tail, she whinnied but the torment continued until she whinnied twice more, the final one a loud and rather convincing imitation. She blushed as the woman let go and patted her rear. "Much better." The woman walked around in front of her, into view. Elina looked up and watched as she walked to the door and opened it, calling out into the room beyond. Her brow raised in confusion and concern. She felt helpless in this position and didn't like the tall blonde doing anything that wasn't untying her from this humiliating position. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw the woman step aside and caught sight of who was being led into the room by a tall red-head in similar attire to the blonde. She held a pair of reins like the ones she wore. On the leash was the man who had charged at her the previous day. Elina struggled and thrashed, stamping and struggling. He had a hood over his head so she couldn't see his face, but she still recognised him. He was of an athletic build, tall, large biceps a slight definition of muscle and his cock was impressively, perhaps even a little intimidatingly, large, even as it hung, not fully erect. She pulled against the reins only to have the bit press up uncomfortably into her mouth, the reins securely attached. Her feet held fast too, she was completely at their mercy. She whimpered slightly, turning it into a small whinny when met with a stern look from her trainer. Will Power Ch. 01 The sound of her whinny seemed to irate the man as he started to turn his head and pull against the reins a little. The red head lightly stoked his arm and made calming sounds. The way he was so aggressive terrified her, he seemed wild, what on earth had possessed him to charge at her like that the other day? She stifled another whimper as he was led around behind her, she looked at the blonde woman with a pleading look of fear but got nothing more than a smile in return. She heard a zipping sound and then grunts and stamping as the hood he'd been wearing was tossed to the table beside her. The sight of her clearly excited raised his temperament again. She closed her eyes tightly and bit down on the harness in her mouth to stop herself making a sound, she couldn't trust herself to try and turn it into a whinny and just wanted this torment to be over without any more punishment. She begged silently to any god that would listen for this just to be a demonstration, that they were just trying to scare her... She felt his warm body press against her then shattering any delusions as the feeling of his hard cock pushing between her and him caused her to flinch. "Now now, slow down, her tail is still in the way." She felt her tail being lightly tugged as the woman lifted it out of the way and lay the hair... her hair, on her back. The pressure of the man against her rear receded for a moment before he pressed back against her. This time his aim was better, the head sliding along her folds and bumping against her sensitive clit, causing her eyes to widen, but leaving the man's member outside of her and between her legs, she felt it pressing up, against her mound and lower abdomen. He quickly made a third attempt, finding his mark this time, his cock slipping between her already wet and warmed lips, pushing into her pussy roughly and deeply, causing her to call out at the feel of the man forcing himself inside her. He let out a low primal noise as his hips pressed against her, pushing himself as deep as he could. He felt huge, huger still what with the object still in her other hole. She wasn't sure she could take this as he started to thrust in and out of her, his hips banging against her rear with a slapping sound of flesh on flesh. She cried out and struggled clenching her eyes shut. They widened as a hand was slipped under her body, taking hold of her breast and roughly squeezing it. "Remember, enough of your misbehaving, you're a filly now, act like it." She squeezed, "No more moans, just whinnies." Elina cried out and turned it into a horse like sound with a pinch of her nipple. She wasn't sure who was controlling it, but just then the feeling of something vibrating rather intensely was pressed against her clit as the man continued to take her. Her eyes widened and she made an animalistic sound, one she hadn't intended to make, but one primal enough that it didn't get her punishment. Struggling was hopeless, especially now, with each thrust pinning her to the table. The man continued to impale her with his large rod. Sliding deeply in and back out, with each rough and forceful thrust. She heard the new woman laugh and felt a hand slap against her rear, "Hmm, I was right that my stallion was hot for this one wasn't I?" The blonde grinned, "I think that was a fairly obvious fact. Besides, who wouldn't be?" She made a pouting face at Elina, "With a beautiful creature such as this." Elina looked away from her as each solid thrust bounced her body against the table, causing her to gasp with each pounding. The woman took hold of her breast again caressing it softly in just the way Elina liked to be touched; she clenched her eyes shut in anger. She tried to resist the feeling, but she'd already been fondled and played with too long before he started fucking her. The buzzing against her clit was what sent her over the edge and forced her, even as she was humiliated and used, to climax violently. The feeling of her holes clenching around both the plug and the man as he thrust in one last time with a loud and animalistic grunt of pleasure made her tremble with humiliation. She felt him shoot himself inside her as he groaned, much to her disgust. The feeling of his hot seed pumping deep inside her. He held it there for a few moments before she felt him slip out of her, the feel of something warm and wet against her thigh causing her to clench her eyes shut in embarrassment. The red-head laughed again, "Well, that was quicker than I'd have expected, but I think he had fun. Don't you?" The blonde woman laughed too, "Yes, I think so. Thank you for lending him to us, I may ask for you to bring him around again at some point." Elina's eyes widened in horror at that as she struggled and tried to shake her head. She felt something sharp strike her rear that stilled her. The red-head led the man who had just fucked her from the room. As he left his eyes had turned to on her, locking with hers. The look in them, of desire and animalistic ferocity made her tremble and look away, even with the bit in he looked as though he was grinning at her. The vibrator was still going against her mound, even as she struggled to try and move away from it, it followed her, obviously attached by something she couldn't see, she was thankful when it was turned off and taken away. She felt the woman wiping a cloth against her thighs, between her legs, cleaning away the mess that had been made of her sore pussy. She whimpered quietly, hoping the woman didn't hear. Her sounds were turned into a gasp then as she felt something being inserted into her wet hole. Still sore from being roughly fucked she murmured a noise of protest that she managed to turn into a snort as she tried to stamp her foot. The woman ignored her as she slid the head of what felt like the most enormous dildo she could imagine herself being able to handle inside of her. She cried out in fear and fury, the thing feeling like it was stretching her to beyond what she could take. The woman hushed her, stroking her rear with one hand as the other proceeded to slowly push the length of the thing deep inside her. It was longer than the man's cock who'd fucked her, so long that she feared it was about to push up into her womb before she felt the base of the thing against her outer lips and mound. She whimpered, a sharp slap to her rear as a reminder making her whinny again as she tried to relax, to cope with the feeling of it. She felt leather press up against her, now bare, mound and a belt tighten around her waist. Another strap was pulled up behind her, splitting in two around her tail as it was attached to the belt, as it tightened, she felt it pull the dildo deeper still. The thing was obviously holding it inside her as the blonde walked back around in front of her; she didn't even try to meet her eyes to give her an angry look. The humiliation was too much now. She undid the reins and helped her stand back up straight. As she stood she felt the objects inside her shift and whinnied softly at the feel. Looking down she could see the belt around her waist and the leather thong that went between her legs, holding the horrible thing inside her. Rather than unshackle her feet the woman came round in front of her. She eyed her fearfully and the things she held in her hands with horror. It appeared to be a small belt of sorts, she raised a brow curiously at it. The woman made it into a small circle and then reaching forward she pressed it to Elina's chest, and lifted it so that the belt slid under her breast. She widened her eyes then and tried to pull herself away by twisting her shoulders as the woman started to tighten the belt. But it was hopeless. She tightened it until it squeezed her breast uncomfortably tight. She snorted and tried to shake her head to object. But it wasn't long until she had the other breast in the same situation. She cried out then as the woman pinched her nipples roughly, not letting go, she looked down realising that she hadn't actually pinched them, but instead she'd clipped two small clamps to them, as Elina instinctively struggled the small bells attached to them rang and jangled, only making her feel more unease. The woman simply laughed. "You like them then? Good. Now..." She leant down and took the manacles off of her legs causing her to quickly stumble back as she tried to step away from them and the table, luckily she kept her balance. "...you are going to come for a nice walk with me and if those bells stop ringing at any point I'm going to bring you back in here, tie you up for the night and leave you with the stallion, something I'm sure you don't want." Elina looked horrified at that idea. The woman smiled and took hold of her reins and started to slowly walk, as she followed her, the bells only lightly jingled. "Not good enough! Bring those knees higher as you walk." She cried out in a small whinny as the crop struck her and she did as she was told, lifting her knees up as she stepped. The prancing motion started to make her breasts bounce and the bells ring, but it also made the dildo inside her all the more obvious, causing it to shift and rub inside her in ways that got small gasps and winces from her. "Good girl, now let's go for a little trot." She said as she, much to Elina's horror, picked up the pace causing her to whinny frightfully as she followed her, making sure to lift her legs high to keep her breasts bouncing. Will Power Ch. 02 Authors Note: I got writers block for a while, but have a good idea of where I want this story to go now... Rather than releasing this all as a long section as I usually would I've decided to break it up. Partly because I've not updated anything in a long time and partly because I've done a couple of quick sketches on my tablet that would have ended up putting the whole thing in the 'Illustrated' category. So there will be another update (or two) much sooner than last time. 1. The sound of the wind rushing past her ears intensified, whipping a few loose hairs across her face, as her horse moved into a gallop, spurred on by the way her legs squeezed his flanks. Her hands tightened around the reins as she tensed up slightly, before remembering what she had been taught, relaxing and going with the movements of the stallion rather than fighting against it. Sable was her father's largest horse, at 17 hands he was a beast and it had once scared her to even think of riding him. Now, she loved it. The speed, the adrenaline, the sound of hooves hitting the ground, the sense of freedo- Bright flashing lights of the fluorescent bulbs switching on dragged her into consciousness, breaking the spell of her dream, a dream of a life of luxury as the daughter of a rich businessman, a dream that was once her reality. She had been betrayed by her uncle, who had somehow managed to pay off all the right people (using her father's money no doubt) and have her sent here, to some sort of god forsaken stable that turned people into animals... into the very horses she'd once loved to ride. Her eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lights, which had stopped flashing once they were fully turned on and the last few scraps of her dreams faded away, even as she tried to grasp for them, it was like trying to hold onto smoke. Her body ached, the muscles in her legs and feet sore from the awful hoof like shoes she'd been forced to run and prance about in. Her arms and shoulders had been twisted behind her and had felt like the worst case of pins and needles she could imagine when they had finally been released. But aches and pains like that weren't completely alien to her, the ballet and acrobatics she'd done as a child could leave you aching the next day. The pain she wasn't used to was the soreness from having had her two intimate holes filled for so long whilst being forced to continue to run around as if they weren't. After her exhausting day she had spent the evening with her reins tied to a railing fearful that she'd be left standing, arms pinned and holes stuffed all night long. When they'd finally come to untie her and removed everything she had been subjected to wearing, allowing her to lay down and sleep, she had nearly cried with joy, even though she had slept on nothing more than an uncomfortable straw mattress. One of the handsome muscular men who apparently worked here had come to wake her this morning. Wearing only a pair of tight trousers that left little to her imagination and a pair of riding boots, his chest completely bare, she sat up and covered her modesty with her arms the best she could, feeling very exposed in front of him, still not used to being naked in front of strangers, even after the previous day's activities. She had at least managed to stifle her reflex to speak, having felt the sting of the riding crop on her behind and thighs enough to learn that lesson. "Stand up." He said, not so much in a commanding way, as in a way similar to how she would speak to her horses when she wanted them to do something. He reached down before she could even comply and took hold of her wrist, pulling it away from her chest and pulling her up to her feet. She swallowed a cry of annoyance and followed him as he led her out of the room and down the corridor; his hand encompassed her slender wrist with ease, making her feel very small. Similar to the day before she was washed thoroughly, she ignored her sense of embarrassment at being washed by a man whose name she didn't even know. She was dried and the sides of her head, her legs and her pussy were shaved bare again. She scowled angrily as she let him touch and inspect her so closely, even as handsome as he was, it was against her will and still felt... wrong. She shivered as he shaved her, the straight cut razor commanding her to stay still better than an order could. Thankfully at least, she wasn't cuffed during the ritual and she was free to move her arms and legs about, expecting them to soon be bound, her mind started racing for ways in which she could avoid it, coming up with nothing that could help her. However, instead of being dressed up like the day before she was led back out and down the corridor to a different room. Here she was greeted by the blonde European woman from the day before, who had commanded her to obey her and enforced such commands with the riding crop she now held in her hands. She wore the same outfit as the day before, the erotic version of what Elina would have worn herself when riding, except her outfit hadn't left so much of her chest and legs exposed. Stockings and garters instead of the tight trousers and a jacket that was clearly too small for the curvaceous blonde. "And how is my little filly this morning?" Elina's mouth opened a fraction of an inch before closing as she held her tongue. She saw the crop twitch and the taller woman's mouth curl into a slight smile. "Good girl." The woman purred in her rich Italian accent as she walked around her. As the woman moved, Elina caught sight of herself in the large mirror. She blushed at the sight of herself standing there, completely naked, not even a hair to cover her womanhood, turning away, she moved her hand up to cover her firm breast, receiving a hit from the crop for doing so. "Tssch, modesty is not something a filly should even be aware of... Perhaps the issue is that you still see yourself when you look into the mirror?" The blonde mused with a smirk that sent a shiver down Elina's spine and a look of fear flooded her eyes. 2. Elina breathed heavily half in fear and half at the exertion she'd gone through, though it had mostly been the two men that had done the work. Another man having been called to come in, bringing with him the latex-like suit the tall woman had clearly already decided Elina was to wear this morning. They'd used baby powder to force her into it. The thing was one piece from head to toe but had strategically placed holes so that she could simultaneously feel like every inch of her was covered in the material whilst feeling completely exposed. The inside was like a black rubbery latex, and the outside, whilst also black, had the feel of soft leather, though softer still, almost like the feel of velvet, she suspected it was supposed to somewhat resemble a horses hide. Already it was sweltering and she felt her heart racing as she tried to calm herself. The arms ended with fingerless gloves that left her hands useless, not that it mattered as they had been folded up behind her back, elbows and wrists pulled together between her shoulders into a reverse praying position, fixed there like the previous day. The legs were like a pair of thigh high length boots that ended in the familiar hoof like shoes, forcing her onto her toes with no heel to rest on. The boots tops ended an inch away from her groin and whilst the material carried on up the outside of her hips to fix them to the top section, a hole in the front and back left her rear, her pussy and between her legs completely bare. The middle was tight around her waist and tightened further still at the back in a corset like fashion, restricting her movement even more than she would have thought possible. The corset went under her breasts which another hole, unsurprisingly, left bare. The worst part of the outfit though was the mask. Covering her neck and head completely it was almost suffocating, the only reprieve from the engulfing thing was the two holes for her eyes and the one that went around her lips, leaving her mouth free too. The top of the hood had been made of small threads that the woman had just finished plaiting into Elina's remaining hair, holding it firmly in place at her hair line. The suit was not coming off in a hurry. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as she tried to twist and turn, trying to get used to how restrictive the suit felt. It fought against her every movement and although it had been on only minutes she was already desperate to take it off. They tacked her up, with the training bit, reins and blinders, only increasing the feel of claustrophobia on her face, and she was turned so that she caught sight of herself in the mirror again. She gasped hardly recognise herself now. Whilst the parts covering her body were skin tight, the mask managed to have enough padding to slightly obscure her features. The only things identifying her were her long dark lashes and naturally full red lips, which contrasted the black material. She heard footsteps, realising there must be some sort of hole to let her hidden ears receive sound, and as she glanced at the woman approaching in the mirror her lamentation over her attire was replaced by the fear of what the blonde woman held in her hand as she approached from behind. She thought it was a trick of the mirror at first, surely that wasn't the same plug she'd had inserted into her yesterday? The one that had acted as a faux-tail. It looked way too big. She couldn't think it would fit... could she? She gasped as she felt the lube applied to her small puckered hole and then clenched her teeth in fearful anticipation as the tip of the plug was pushed inside. She tried to step forward, but the woman had wrapped the reins around her arm and the bit stabbed inside her mouth painfully. Apparently she did think it was going to fit, even as Elina whimpered in fear. "Relax." The woman said soothingly, even as Elina was doing her very best to do exactly that, she had learnt already that it just hurt more to fight against it. She clenched her teeth on the bit some more as the woman worked it in and out; she had to see that it was too big for her, she thought whilst silently cursing the blonde. Until yesterday she'd not had anything inside her arse before and now she was trying to put something inside her the size of an overly healthy vegetable. Gasping, her eyes widened as she was sure the woman was about to hurt her, she struggled to step forward, to twist her hips away from the assault as the blonde continued to work it in and out. Mercifully the woman sighed and stopped trying to force the plug inside her, giving Elina a chance to catch her breath as she slipped it out. "Maybe you could help loosen her up?" She heard the woman say in a matter of fact way. Elina's eyes widened in terror as she looked up and saw that the woman had turned and spoke to one of the muscular men who had forced her into the outfit. He stepped forward and began to unzip the front of his rather tight pants. Was he about to do what she thought he was? Taking hold of her hips he held her firmly in place even as she tried to pull away. The woman, still holding her reins, walked around in front of Elina, pulling the reins and, unable to step forwards to follow, she was forced to bend at the waist slightly, unwillingly presenting herself to the man behind her. She struggled, but in the treacherous heels and the restrictive suit there was little she could do against the large man. Had he already been slightly hard? He must have been unless he was able to get an erection on command, as she felt the tip of his cock press against her small hole, the lube from the plug giving him an easy time of slipping himself inside of her. Stifling a cry that slipped into a small whinny, to avoid being punished any further, she was at least thankful that he wasn't as thick as the plug. He slid himself inside her, slowly and gently, moving in just the head at first and leaving it there. As she got used to that he began to tentatively begin to move his hips back and forward. She felt more of him push inside her with each repetition. It was slightly painful, but the last day or so had given her a different perspective and reference point for pain and he was being surprisingly gentle with her, she realised. She felt his hips press against her rear, pushing forward into her softer flesh as he pulled her back with his hands on her hips, the full length of himself inside her, to her own surprise. A deep sound of enjoyment came from the man who now had the entire length of his shaft inside her arse and she felt his fingers dig into her hips slightly as he pulled her back against himself tightly. She whimpered slightly at the length of it, not received a strike of the crop over her tits for the noise, she realised she'd let out a whinny by accident. Shuddering, she didn't have time to think about the ramifications of her body obeying without thought, as the man slid out and thrust back in with a light slapping sound against her rear. His gentleness in entering her slowly melted away with each thrust, his hips hitting against her rear with a louder slap each time. She clenched her eyes shut and bit down, not in pain, there was a little, but that wasn't the worst part, the worst part was that she felt herself actually taking pleasure from it, from the feel of him thrusting into her, from the way his large hands held her hips. She tried to fight against that feeling, but as something stroked up between her legs, against her pussy, she opened her eyes to see the second man, on his knees below her and she knew she had lost the fight immediately. His fingers brushed lightly, stroking over her folds in a slow and delicate way, contrasting the rough way she was being taken from behind and as he pushed apart her lips to stroke her small, sensitive button, she murmured pleasure in the form of a small animalistic sound. Her skin was sweltering under the tight material as her temperature rose under the assault of having the constant rhythmic pounding against her backside and the gentle teasing of her clit from the man knelt below her. She felt his mouth against her breast, lightly teasing her nipple with his tongue and she surrendered to it entirely. All thoughts of where she was and what was happening disappearing as her mind was caught in the pleasure of the moment, her logic abandoning her as her primal desires enthralled her. The woman's face came close to Elina's as she spoke in a soft purring voice to her, though she barely paid attention through the haze of her desires. "I want you to cry out as you cum for me, my sweet little filly. Cry out and mew like the most delighted horse I've ever heard. Or we'll go again until you do." She stroked Elina's face gently as she spoke. She wanted her to go away, to let her just enjoy her desires and moan without bothersome thoughts. But the idea of them continuing after she'd climaxed... left her knees weak, knowing she'd never survive such a thing she had no choice but to obey. It was only moments before she had to do so and as the two men relentless continued with the pace of thrusting and stroking she cried out in delight. The sounds that came freely, she twisted into groaning calls and shrieks, too caught up to feel the full affront of humiliation at the noises she was making. The wave of pleasure flooding through her as she felt the man behind her thrust one last time inside her, his hands almost painfully gripping her as he pushed himself into her as deep as he'd go, his own natural groan to her sounds, the warm pulsing feeling of him finishing deep inside her making her blush in shame. As the man slipped out of her and stepped away she felt her knees go weak, she'd have fallen to the floor if the other man hadn't caught her. Gasping for breath she leant against him letting the shivers of ecstasy wrack through her body as he tried to get her to stand back on her legs. Confusion swept through her mind as she suddenly felt as though the man was behind her again, slipping back into her already abused little hole. She grunted slightly and felt a sense of fear, perhaps she had not made the right sounds, did the woman tell him to fuck her again, and how could he feel so hard again so quickly? She lifted her head to look in the mirror, seeing the tall blonde behind her as she felt her hole stretched to its limit, eliciting a small cry from her as the object was slipped inside her, leaving her feeling uncomfortably full. She saw the lock of hair behind her, between her legs and knew then, that she'd been fitted with the tail she had thought would never fit. Finally getting her to stand on her own accord the second man stepped away as Elina continued staring into the mirror in disbelief that the thing had fit, she could feel it though, stretching her, the size of it feeling heavy inside her. The woman took hold of her reins and walked, leading her out of the room, each step making her very aware of the plugs presence with a little wince each step. How was she supposed to handle having that thing inside her all day? "Come now my sweet filly, it is time for your feeding." The woman spoke in a soothing way, though the words did nothing to balm the humiliation and uncomfortable nature of the plug. However, her stomach grumbled at the mention of food, she'd only been given water so far, how long had it been since she last ate? Will Power Ch. 03 Will Power: Chapter 3 Warning: This story is one of non-consent/reluctance, there are themes of BDSM, humiliation, pony girls, etcetera; but remember, it is all just fantasy. Don't say you weren't warned! I'm not an amazing artist, but felt a couple of drawings would help make Elina's predicament easier to visualise... 1. The room she was brought to, was similar to the one she'd slept in, however, this one had a strange contraption in the centre. The woman removed the tack from Elina's head, taking out the bit and removing the reins. She hung them on a few hooks by the door before walking to the exit. "The instructions are on the wall, I'm sure you are a smart enough creature to figure it out. I'll see you shortly my sweet." She said with a small smirk, closing the door. Elina raised a brow in curiosity and scepticism, expecting something more. When she walked over to the device and read the instructions she was less surprised. 1. The filly sits upon the seat, her weight pressing it down. 2. She places her hooves through the rings onto the floor plates. An image depicting a silhouette of a girl in similar attire to herself doing what was instructed was shown. She was seated on the seat, which took the form of something like a bicycle saddle. Legs spread, standing on the plates on the floor. 3. The filly receives her food in the bowl and stays seated whilst eating. The silhouette was bent forward, eating from the bowl like an animal in the next image. Elina scoffed, glancing down at the seat, she saw a hole and something that must be hidden inside the seat post, that from its placement she could easily see was going to slip inside her pussy. Her stomach grumbled again, the mention of food had made her acutely aware of her hunger and now it was so close it was worse still. She was determined to outsmart the person who built this device though and get her food on her own terms. Instead of sitting on the seat facing the bowl, she rested her mound on the end of the saddle and gritting her teeth as it pushed up against her folds, she bent her legs, pressing her weight down. As she'd guessed, the dildo rose up from the seat, however, instead of pushing inside her, it pressed up against her stomach. Keeping her weight on the saddle, which pressed up into her in a slightly uncomfortable fashion, she shuffled her legs apart. Carefully she was able to step up and into the metal rings, which sat a few inches off the floor and indicated where the pressure plates were either side of her. Legs spread as they were, the uncomfortable position of the saddle was only made more so, but she endured it. Oddly, the back rest of the seat leant forward, slightly for reasons unknown, she ignored it though as she heard the noise of something pouring into the bowl, it reminded her of the sound of cereal being poured into her bowl in the mornings and she quickly stood up, lifting her feet off the floor plates and turning to sate her hunger, smug at her ability to defy this place, even if it was in a small way. As she turned, to her horror, she saw the bowl tip and the food pour out and down into a drain below the floor. She cursed under her breath a look of fury in her eyes, that she had been outsmarted. The bowl lifted back up and she felt a pang of hunger at seeing it empty. There was no way she could sit facing the bowl and stand on the floor plates without being far enough back that the dildo would find a way inside her, she realised. She wondered what would happen if she refused to cooperate. But knew that the answer was, that she'd go hungry and she doubted that exhaustion would be any reason for them to go easy on her. Survival instincts kicked in and she did what she had to do to eat. She sat back on the seat, facing the way she was meant to, she realised a groove in the seat accommodated her tail, it would be uncomfortable to sit on any normal seat with it in. Slowly she lowered herself and as she did the dildo pushed up and slipped slowly inside her causing her to grit her teeth. She was still wet from the fucking earlier which made it easier, thankfully, but the size of the thing inside her arse meant that she felt like there wasn't room to accommodate anything else inside her, the plug obviously pushing at her inner wall making her pussy feel smaller than normal and the dildo bigger. It would only be for a minute, she told herself, she'd eat as quickly as she could. When the seat was low enough she was able to lift each leg through the ring and stand on the floor plates. As she did, two things happened. First, the food poured out, giving Elina a sense of relief. The second was the back of the seat pushing lightly into her lower back. As it did, and met Elina resisting its movement, a mechanical click sounded that made Elina's heart skip a beat. She hesitated, stuck between the thought that she should immediately jump up and off the saddle and the thought of the bowl tipping the food away. In that moment she felt something grasp her ankles and as she instinctively tried to pull them back away, and found them held in place, she knew she'd been tricked. She glanced down to see that the rings had hold of her feet, some sort of inflatable device, hidden in the ring had deployed and now snuggly held her ankle. She chided herself for her stupidity as her heart began to race; before she could act the seat began to rise lifting her up. She hadn't taken her weight off it, so what was it doing? She struggled to hold it down but it moved relentlessly until it was at full height, her legs now straightened by force, stretched tight, held spread by her ankles, she struggled helplessly, noticing also, that the dildo had not moved out, obviously rising with the seat. Her mind raced for something she could do. She could scream for help, plead for them to let her go, but what would that achieve? She had already learnt not to speak and doubted doing so now would earn her anything but a worse situation than this one. Instead she gritted her teeth in silence, which became somewhat harder as she felt a movement between her legs. Her body instinctively tried to twist and pull away as the rubber shaft that occupied her womanhood began to move, pumping in and out of her. She murmured a small sound, half of annoyance and half at the feel of the thing beginning to fuck her. With both her holes stuffed as they were she wasn't sure she could handle this... Trying to steady her breathing, she decided that she would at the very least take the time to eat before anything else happened. Leaning forward she began to eat from the bowl, the sting of being forced to eat like an animal paling in comparison to her current situation. It was dry and tasted like a bland stale cereal, though the feel of the dildo fucking her masked the thoughts of how it taste and she was starving, so she ate it without hesitation. She finished the bowl, less full than she would have liked, all the while being fucked at a relentlessly rhythmical pace. With the plug inside her too, she felt as though she was being stretched in ways she hadn't been before, she put out of her mind any fear of the way they could be permanently stretching her holes, her freedom being a much greater concern right now. She saw the now empty bowl lift up a little after she licked up the last morsel of food and heard another clicking sound. A small and still slightly optimistic part of her hoped it would be followed by the bowl refilling. Instead the section of the machine that sat in front of her started to move. She pulled back away from it fearfully; however, she found that it was impossible to do so, as her lower back met the, now immobile, back rest that was tilted forwards from when she moved to eat, locked in place, it forced her to maintain her leant forwards pose. Her struggling only managing to shift the dildo around inside of her, teasing a mewing sound of forced pleasure that increased the heat of her cheeks, both in humiliation and reluctant arousal. Who on earth had built this machine? She wondered as her heart raced in fear. The bowl had moved back away from her and something new was held out in front of her. Before she could take stock of it, her attention was snatched away by the sudden change of movement between her legs. The dildo stopped it's thrusting, leaving a tingling sense in her loins and, against her conscious wishes, a purely physical ache for it to continue, the thing having brought her unwanted pleasure through its rhythmic thrusting. Slowly it slid a little deeper, then deeper than it had whilst fucking her, making her grunt a little, just as the fear that it wasn't going to stop pressing up into her caused her heart to race, it halted. She let out a small sigh of relief. The shocking and ferocious way in which it suddenly started to vibrate brought forth a startled cry. The strength of it made her feel like the vibrations were moving through her entire pelvis. Struggling, she gritted her teeth, trying to bear the sensation. But it was no good, both of her holes had been fucked this morning already and her tender sensitive flesh couldn't handle something as the way in which the dildo shook. She struggled, only making it worse and started frightfully looking around her, for a way to escape, however futile it seemed. She saw what had moved closer to her, replacing the bowl, there was another instruction, shorter than the first. 1. Place ball in mouth and bite down to stop vibrator. The red ball below it had some sort of wire behind it... She didn't have time to think it through, knowing that she just wanted the vibrations to stop, already an almost painfully numb sensation spread down her thighs. She did as it said knowing it was a bad idea, knowing something she'd dislike would happen, and knowing she had no choice. As she bit down the ball made a small hissing sound and she felt a pain in her mouth, she cried out and tried to spit it back out, but couldn't push the thing back out through her teeth. Thankfully the vibrating came to a swift stop. She realised the pain had been from her jaw being pushed back open as she'd tried to bite, the ball having grown in size. She wasn't entirely surprised, although not what she'd expected, this machine was constantly doing things out of her control. It seemed that the wire held some sort of air hose and as her jaw was pushed open further she realised it was still inflating. Crying out she was thankfully the thing finally stopped, even if it filled her mouth in an uncomfortable fashion. The seat started to lower then, much to her rejoice, but she quickly realised that her jubilee was premature as she found the dildo remained in place, forcing her to stay standing and keep her legs spread straight. She took the opportunity to stand back up properly, now the back rest had gone. The wire attached to the ball moved back with the gag, her eyes followed the black tube-like wire down to the ground, where it lay slack on the floor, attached to a small box a few feet in front of her. What was the point in gagging her she wondered? The question was only half formed in her mind when she received the answer. The small box the wire was fed into made a small mechanical whirling sound and as it did the wire retracted back inside. Her eyes widened as she realised the eventual outcome. Trying to spit out the gag was futile and as the wire shortened it pulled the thing against her teeth. She resisted painfully, but she heard the sound of something straining, something gear-like as the gag finally won. Fearful that it would pull out her teeth she was made to follow, made to bend forward. She started to feel a tight sensation in her hamstrings at the way she was forced to bend, unable to bend her legs unless she wanted to be completely impaled on the dildo. She let out a scream of frustration into the gag, as it pulled her face further down towards the box than she had thought she could manage and just before she thought some part of her would give, the whirling stopped. She gasped for breath through her nose and the small gaps around the gag. Bent as she was, she was in extreme discomfort, unable to even turn her head she could hardly even twist her body and the way the dildo was bent inside her put pressure against the plug. She screamed some more into the gag, begging that someone would come and help her, or that the device would free her. Why had this thing been made? A loud bell, like one you'd hear in a classroom rung, making her heart skip a beat. Her eyes frantically searched the room for some indication to its meaning. But finding none, she was left with no choice but to stay standing, folded over at the waist in discomfort. What felt like an eternity passed, though, it was likely only a few minutes, before the door finally opened.