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Jaquin -> Ponygirl - Chapter Three (12/31/2011 1:09:24 AM)
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Sugar and Switches ( 3 )
“Come over here Sarah.” he motioned with the leather strip, “Are you familiar with this? It's called a switch – it's a rather mean but effective motivator. It falls into the category of whips. It will be your negative reinforcement during training. Do something wrong and you'll learn how it bites. Got it?”
I stared blankly at him, and it, for a while and silently nodded as I shuffled closer to him against my wish to be as far away from the tapered leather as possible.
“Of course, as I mentioned earlier, there are other things that could go bad for you if you don't behave. Right now you have a few chores, and a test, something to acclimatize yourself to the lifestyle you'll be enjoying for the time being. Chores for now include cleaning up the upstairs bedroom and bathroom.”
“I guess the test is doing that still cuffed.”
He laughed, “Hardly, doing things cuffed is part of the course – no the test is something I'm pretty sure you'll fail. No the test is that by the time you're supposed to be done your chores that dress and any underwear you're wearing has got to come off.”
“What?! No way. I'm not getting undressed for you.” I did my best to stand firm but the classic crossed arms pose failed with my hands limited at waist height.
“Really it's up to you Sarah.” he wiggled the switch around at his side, “now off you go dear. You'll find the stairs a task but I know you can manage at least that. Oh and of course you have half an hour for your chores starting now.”
He tapped his watch and looked at me, expecting me to rush into action. I really didn't want to try walking up stairs cuffed like this, nor did I want to clean something that he probably purposefully made very dirty and I most certainly did not want to end up naked. But on the other hand I really really did not want to see just how bad the switch that was now twitching in Greg's hand would sting so off I shuffled.
Each small step towards the staircase seemed like an increasing compromise of my integrity. I both accepted the reality that I was stuck with the very unsavoury future Greg had in mind and at the same time constantly fought against it looking for some loophole or escape route. At the base of the stairs my confidence took a big hit – each step seemed like it was an entire floor of their own. I braced myself with the railing best I could, hunched over, and worked to get each foot a step higher. Someone with more practice could probably have done it way better and perhaps even with some grace; someone like me who had never had the experience of cuffs at all before was struggling with having to manually adjust each step or hand hold in what would normally be an automated process of climbing stairs.
After what I swore was my full allotted half hour I was atop the final step and moved quickly away lest I slip backwards or some such and have to climb it all over again. In reality I hadn't spent that much time doing it, there was still plenty of time left. Not that I'd really be able to tell how much time had gone by, without a watch of my own and failing to find a clock in any part of the house I'd been in so far. I wouldn't put it past Greg to make the only source of time his watch so that I was
- 23 - totally in the dark as to the time of day or how close to punishment I was. For that matter, without being able to tell the time I wouldn't even be able to contest his ruling on if I was to slow or not, he could essentially cut my chores time limit down and whip me for being on time.
The upstairs layout of the house wasn't exactly complex, the stairway connecting to the single hallway from which two bedrooms and a bathroom branched off. I could see the master bedroom through an open door at the end of the hall and I decided to start there not even wanting to see what kind of mess he'd produced in the bathroom. Keeping my eyes trained forward I walked as fast as my clinking anklets would allow now fearful of Greg following me up and informing me my time was up already. I had to admit, he knew how to motivate even if it didn't win any hearts.
I relaxed some when I stepped into the bedroom and saw the full scope of the first part of my task. It really wasn't that messy, the bed was unmade and there was some rumpled clothing strewn about but that was really about it.
“I can do this.” I spoke out loud to myself, perhaps as an attempt at motivation or just confirmation, perhaps just because it felt good to use my jaw which still held on to a dull ache.
I had made many a bed in my time living by myself it wasn't something I could just leave for someone else to do for me. The challenge of it all came from the short steps and very limited reach I was forced to deal with. Where at home I could fling out the whole sheet and have it drift down into place here I had to tug the sheet step by step. It really didn't take to long or give me much trouble but it was far more inconvenient then it should be.
Next up was picking up Greg's clothes from the floor, a task that was only hindered by my speed of movement to and from the hamper. As I picked up a pair of jeans I had the thought to riffle through the pockets, perhaps he had a spare key to something he'd forgotten in there that I could use. But my luck was not that good and I huffed to myself and kept at cleaning up. Some of the clothes looked perfectly clean, chances were that he'd just pulled them out of the closet and thrown them on the floor just so that I'd have more to pick up.
With the bedroom tidy I knew what had to come next and I just hoped it was similar to the bedroom, a mess but nothing to bad. I started to shuffle off back towards the hall and to the bathroom, the cuffs beginning to really rub. Despite them actually being locked fairly loosely the tension that the short chain made pulled them against my wrists and ankles with little reprieve. I could get a bit of slack for the ankles if I took even smaller steps so as not to fully extend the chain but that would mean even more time spent moving about and I was really unsure of how much time I had left. So I opted to keep going as fast as I could and just suffer through the metal digging into my skin.
I stopped short as I reached the bathroom door, my heart dropped as I looked inside. It was a veritable nightmare with what I assume was dirt and mud – judging from the lack of other potent smells – in the shape of big foot prints were all over the floor and the sink was covered in it too. I contemplated if I should even both trying, the sink would prove to be next to impossible to clean with my limited reach and even if I cleaned the floor I'd still be in trouble for not cleaning the sink and be punished anyway. I made the decision that, in order to save myself the work I just wouldn't do anything; I knew I was in for a taste of that switch but Greg had set me up with an impossible task. I moved over to the toilet and took a seat, enjoying the release in slack as my cuffs fell loose and waited for Greg to come up.
- 24 - It really didn't take him that long to come up, whether he was early or if I had been out of time I couldn't know but I braced myself for what was to come next. The footsteps reached the top of the stairs and I stood up and tried to look meek and apologetic as Greg came into view in the doorway. He looked at me, hardly betraying any anger or disappointment if any at all, and silently left the room down the hall to the bedroom – no doubt to check if I'd done that at least.
I was still standing there when he came back a few minutes later, mostly just because I knew that while still cuffed I'd have been able to make it to perhaps the first step down before he caught up to me. He stepped into the bathroom this time and frowned at me, at least I couldn't see the switch in his hands though he did have a coil of rope.
He shook his head as he walked towards me, “Tsk tsk Sarah it doesn't even look like you tried to complete your chores or your test. I think you know what that means.”
I nodded silently, hanging my head.
“Kneel.”
It was a simple command and not wanting to incur more pain then I knew was already coming my way I did as I was told against my better judgement. Greg stooped down in front of me and pulled the handcuff key from his pocket and unlocked my wrists and I was expecting the ankles to follow but he put the key back in his pocket and instead put a hand on my shoulder and applied pressure for me to turn to the side, to face the toilet. Moving his hand to the back of my neck he pushed down while the other hand lifted the toilet lid so that my face was partially in the bowl. For a moment I thought he'd do the classic high school swirly but it would turn out to be worse as I felt the rope drape across my neck and out of the corner of my eye I could spot parts of Greg as he moved the rope around the base of the toilet. The tension he pulled into it forced my head down further until my face almost touched the water. I tried to pull up and out but the rope wouldn't let me and the attempt only got me in worse straights as Greg straddled me and put some of his weight on me.
Before I could struggle more he grabbed my wrists and began tying them to the pipe in the back of the toilet. By now I was royally screwed and there was nothing to be done about it. Once all the ropes were secured I felt Greg stand up and I heard him walk away. I instantly went back to struggling and pulling as hard as I could against the ropes but they may as well have been the metal cuffs that still bound my ankles for all the give I got.
And then, suddenly, there was a massive sting of pain across my back and I yelped. Before I even felt the pain deaden another strike arrived in a different spot and then another in rapid succession. My cries of pain turned to sobs which echoed around the toilet bowl. As I continued to sob and struggle in my binds in some vain hope to get out of reach of what could only be the dreaded switch strikes two more strikes hit on my rear causing me to jump forward and my cries were cut short as each time I involuntarily submerged my face in the water. At least it was clean.
As soon as they'd started they ended and I felt Greg's hand on my back, tracing up and down my spine giving me shivers and twinges of extra pain as he ran over what was surely a red mark from the switch. His hands wandered to my ass and lingered just long enough to make me squeal from a squeeze and spank. Then his hands were moving up my back and I could feel my dress going up with them revealing first my light pink panties then bra. With my neck and arms tied there was no way it
- 25 - would come off over my head but that didn't stop Greg from pulling it up and over my head; his hands then on my face making sure the fabric covered all the way to my dripping chin.
What he did was worse, he grabbed my breasts and dug his fingers into them till I cried out. Then he just slid the bra up and off them and as far as the ropes would allow stretching the cups over my face their elastic holding them and my dress in place. Without much delay he went back to my breasts and twirled his fingers around my nipples squeezing lightly and getting a much different response from me then he'd previously got – I moaned rather then cried. But just as I was enjoying the attention his fingers disappeared and moved to my panties. Hooking his fingers under the back he pulled them up in what would have been another classic high school manoeuvre except that the direction didn't leave it pulling in my ass but rather all the fabric in front went taught and pulled painfully tight against my pussy.
He kept pulling, what seemed like more and more and he even wiggled it side to side as I responded with even more moaning. Despite the obvious torture I was in and the pain his actions were causing I soon felt myself moisten. But then like with my nipples the tension suddenly cut out as I heard a snip, and then another and I felt my panties come totally off. The realization of what he'd done was simple to come across.
“Hey you cut my pammff...” my complaint was cut short as his hand slid under my dress and bra around my head and stuffed the newly cut panties in my mouth – I could certainly tell that I'd gotten them wet first and I figured his actions were just to that end.
I tried to spit them out but he kept his hand over my mouth and I tried not to wretch on the mild taste that filled my mouth as I felt more rope wind around my head this time working into my mouth and forcing panties and dress in more. I struggled but I was really in no position to do anything to stop him from tying the rope off.
Then, as if I wasn't in enough discomfort, Greg sat on my back and forced me down even more – just enough as fate would have it to submerge my nose and force me to breath through my mouth and inhale even more of the taste.
“Now Sarah dear, I think I know why you failed. You gave up because you saw something that wasn't possible. Yes I did dirty the sink knowing that you'd be unable to clean it. The chore was to clean what you could not everything. I'd have been happy had you just cleaned the floor. I don't expect you to be perfect or do everything, I just want you to try but you didn't even do that so you got the switch. As for your current predicament of breathing toilet and yourself that's because you also didn't bother with your test of being undressed by the end.”
He stopped talking and I cursed myself for giving up so fast, a lot of good not wanting to be naked did me now I was not only naked but stuck face first in a toilet for it. After a few moments of silence I felt Greg stand up.
“Alright dear, you try to enjoy yourself,” he gave me a swat on my ass, “I'll be back.. well, later.”
I heard him start walking away and I struggled again and tried to call after him – to get him not to leave me like this but soon I saw the lights go out and I heard the door close. My muffled cries echoing solely for me to hear now.
- 26 - Even though my cries went unanswered and the only sound I had heard in goodness knows how long was my own cries and grunts I kept trying to get free. The taste had left my panties at least – totally washed away by a mix of my own saliva and the toilet water from the splashes and submerged moments while struggling. After it all, as I tried to just find a way to be comfortable, I didn't feel any slack anywhere though that could be that my weaker muscles just didn't register weaker bonds because they were still stronger then me.
This day was just going from bad to worse, as if being kidnapped wasn't enough I had to be grabbed by the psychopath who had a penchant for abusing his victims rather then just locking them in a room and demanding a ransom. Who would he even demand it from, he knew Karen but she was only a friend not a relative. My parents didn't even live in the same city, this of course providing Greg hadn't carried me even further and they were now a province or more away. What if nobody at all knew me around here and they'd just listen to Greg instead of help me even if I did manage to escape. The thought of being totally alone sent shivers down my spine.
Despite that I'd lived on my own for quite some time there was always the presence of others, that idea in my head that I could just hop a bus and head to see friends or family – or even that the clerk at the local market knew me. Here, wherever here was, who was to say that someone wouldn't just condone Greg's actions on some lie he fed them and give me back to him. This of course was all provided there was even another soul around, farms weren't exactly known for their community proximity. If I got past the fence and the damn collar what if there was nobody for days of walking, Greg would be able to just drive after me and grab me again.
Things certainly seemed hopeless, know more then ever. Perhaps it wasn't all worst case scenario, perhaps my pessimism was just due to me being stuck in a toilet and there was in fact a helpful and law abiding neighbour within range who'd protect me and help me get back home. All of this hung on if I could even get past the collars fence or if Greg ever gave me a moment of not being tied to something.
But then, playing my own devil's advocate, was it really all so bad? Did I hate it when he played with my body? My mouth could not forget the truth – I had quickly responded to his hands and I could certainly enjoy more of it. The downside was that he appeared more interested in a free maid service rather then a girlfriend. Had we gotten together on more normal circumstances, were he normal and not apt to kidnap people, things could have worked out well.
My thoughts of a decent Greg were interrupted by the sound of the real one opening the bathroom door. The faint glow of light shone into my poorly adapted eyes and I had to shut them even against the partly amount. If he knew what all it put me through or not I felt him sit on my back again and I had to breath through my mouth again through very soaked fabric.
“As good as you look like that I am thinking of letting you up but I can certainly understand if you want to stay. Do you want me to leave?”
I hoped he was joking but I did my best to respond, “Mmo” (Noo)
“Oh well that could be either a yes or a no so tell ya what how about we do it this way. Tap a foot once for no and twice for yes. Do you want me to leave?”
- 27 - I hurriedly tapped my foot once.
“Hmm alright, so you think I should let you up?”
I tapped twice and mumbled incoherently trying to plead my case of just how much I wanted him to untie me. Despite my vigorous response he sat on me for a while before talking again.
“Well alright, I'll let you up.” he paused and I could have died waiting, “eventually.”
“Mmmmoo” I did my best to yell at him and writhed around under his weight. (Nooo)
He laughed, “Ok ok, not the best joke. But you do realize that I'm only going to let you up on the condition that you complete your tasks right?”
I was afraid of that, but I had little choice and certainly no desire to remain here so I reluctantly tapped a foot twice. With that Greg stood up and, much to slowly, ran his fingers up my spine and then moved on to untying the rope around my neck. Once free I wasted no time wrenching my head up as far as my still bound arms would allow away from the bowl, water dripping off my hair and my vision still obscured by my dress and mouth still filled with panties and rope. Moments later the ropes on my wrists slackened and I pulled out as soon as able – rubbing my wrists imagining the marks that must have been left on them and my neck from all the pulling I'd done. Before I could do much more Greg had the wrist cuffs off the floor and was locking them around my wrists again. I sighed, never a break.
While I stood there fidgeting I felt a finger trace a line down my front, between my breasts and down to my belly button and there it stopped and vanished, my barely perceptible hip thrust either unnoticed or ignored as I wished he'd keep going down. I could do the job myself really, but it just didn't give the same indecipherable feeling someone else touching me did. By the time my mind returned to the present from fantasies of being touched Greg was already untying the rope that kept me gagged and, much to my continued distress, I heard more snips of scissors as he pulled my dress and bra off my head both of which I knew were now ruined along with the panties still in my mouth. I scowled at him and tried to bitch but it was hard to sound upset or menacing when your mouth is full of fabric and he just gave me a semi amused look in return.
“Looks like someone likes chewing on their panties. Very well.”
Greg dropped my ruined clothes on the ground and grabbed the rope still not fully off me and began tightening it again.
“Mmmoo. Mnn soffy.” (Nooo. I'm Sorry)
He just patted me on the head and smiled, ignoring my apology, “I'll leave you to throw those rags in the garbage.” he pointed to my newly ruined clothes, “better yet why not put them to use as cleaning rags and get this bathroom spotless.”
He grabbed the only other cloth in the room that was probably originally intended to be used to clean and left the room – laughing as he did either at his own actions or the vile look I was giving him.
“Come downstairs when you're done.” I heard him call from the top of the stairs.
- 28 - I looked at my clothes on the floor again and moaned softly to myself, my poor new dress. All ruined by this psycho and I'd barely had much chance to use it; and like my shoes yet more good money wasted. The thought that he expected me to clean the dirt off the floor with them was just salt on the wound. But without any other cloth to clean with and having absolutely no desire to be put back in the toilet or some such as punishment for not cleaning up this time I had no choice.
As I knelt down my nakedness sunk in, my bare knees feeling the cold tile floor and my hands resting on top of what once were the only clothes of mine for kilometres. The dress and bra were slightly wet from their time being submerged in the toilet water which only made their state as clothes worse but as cleaning rags it would help in getting the dirt off the floor without access to the sink. Like me their fate seemed all but sealed in the role that Greg wanted.
With no stated time limit I thought for a bit that I could take my time but as I continued to sit there just nudging my clothes around I grew increasingly nervous that he'd return and tell me my time was up and that I needed to be punished again. Trying to dismiss my brains evil torments of imagined footsteps I sighed to myself and began to push my clothes around the floor, quickly picking up the loose dirt. My white dress quickly darkening in shades as I worked it more vigorously into dried mud that was caked into the grout lines of the tile.
Soon, from working on my hands and knees with very limited range of motion and having to scoot around from dirt spot to the next I was sweating even without the warmth of clothing. My back ached and worst of all there was an itch on the top of my head that was serving no purpose but driving me more insane as I tried everything to reach it or scratch it on the corner of the vanity. I swear my body was masochistic, probably was the same for everyone, putting the itch in just that one place that I couldn't reach.
The infernal itch was still there, if anything it had intensified and spread to my entire head, by the time the floor was as clean as I could get it. I looked at the bundle of clothes in my hands, a single bra strap hanging out being the only indication that they weren't just muck covered rags of miscellaneous origin. I looked back over the bathroom floor and was satisfied with the job I'd done, I just hoped Greg would be too. With no way of salvaging my clothes I did what Greg also wanted and dropped them in the bin as I shuffled my fastest out of the bathroom anxious to get to Greg so that he could not only release the gag but to scratch the itch. By this point I didn't even notice the collar.
The stairs felt even more treacherous on the way down, the short chains of my restraints forcing me to basically control a fall each time I wanted to get to a lower step. I clung onto the railing for dear life and gingerly slid a foot off each step knowing that my other would have to start to follow before it was comfortably down. Perhaps someone with more practice, as with climbing the steps, would do better but I was panicking on each step until finally I was at the bottom.
I couldn't hear the TV anymore and my slow shuffle into the living room confirmed that Greg wasn't there anymore. I cursed into my gag, I had no clue where he was other then not upstairs and he expected me to find him with my short gait? He had just said to come downstairs, perhaps he was going to come look for me and I could just save my energy and sit here. But then my last assumption of his actions with the cleaning of the bathroom had gotten me punished and I really needed this itch scratched so I set off towards the kitchen to try and find him.
As I waddled into the kitchen I noticed, beyond that Greg wasn't there, that the dishes from my
- 29 - meal, I was reluctant to call it breakfast having no clue what time it was, still sitting on the counter no doubt for me to wash the next time I had things he forced me to do in the kitchen. Also, a change from last I was here, there was locks on every single cupboard door and the fridge. Apparently I was to not be allowed to eat without his permission even if I was left ungagged for some length of time. He certainly was turning out to be an absolute control freak.
I cursed to myself again, I had really hopped he'd be in the kitchen because now I'd wasted time and energy since the only ways out of here now were outside and back the way I'd come to the other side of the first floor which, beyond the living room, were as of yet unexplored for me. With nothing for it I turned about and began shuffling off down the open hallway, more just an empty section of living room, towards a pair of doors at the other end past the stairs. Greg had to be in one of them.
But as luck would have it, at least partially on my side for once, I heard a door open behind me before I'd gotten to far. Not only did it mean I knew where Greg was but it meant that I didn't have to waste my time with what would have been a fruitless search of the back rooms. I turned around to see Greg brushing his boots off on the door mat. For once I was glad to see him and I shuffled over as fast as I could, he thankfully met me half way.
“Cmm ooo...” (Can you...)
“Hold on dear, nothing until I see if you did a good enough job.”
Giving my bare butt a light swat he walked past me and up the stairs, I knew it was pointless to follow even if I could make good time. So I stood nervously around, shifting my weight from foot to foot, as I waited for Greg to come back – hopefully pleased at my cleaning job. I found myself perking up when I heard him coming back down the stairs.
“Come with me” he motioned towards the kitchen as he walked right past me again without giving me a chance to ask him to remove the gag.
By this point I'd have smacked him if I could even if it would land me in deep trouble but with nothing else to do I followed him into the kitchen where he inserting a key into one of the many locks on the cupboards. Knowing I was standing there, the chains not letting me be silent, he spoke without turning.
“Take a seat Sarah.”
He rummaged around in the open cupboard as I moved over to the chair and sat down, my position appearing as totally unorthodox, naked; bound and gagged and sitting at the table as if just for mid day lunch with friends. Soon Greg pulled what he wanted from the cupboard and walked over to the table – setting down a fairly large sized glass bowl, probably borrowed from some homeless fish. In it was an uncountable number of squares of chocolate. If I wasn't already drooling from the gag I was now.
“This Sarah,” he grabbed three squares from the bowl and placed them on the table in front of me, “is your reward for doing a good job cleaning the bedroom. Had you done the bathroom the first time you'd have gotten more instead you got the switch. Now you enjoy those and then you come see me out in the barn.”
- 30 - He reached around the back of my head and began undoing the knots of the rope gag, finally allowing me to expel the saliva-logged pair of panties into my lap.
“Please,” I worked my mouth a bit to return normal feeling, “my head, it really itches.”
He looked at me a second and then laughed, and gave the entire top of my head a big scratch still laughing as I sighed in relief.
“Thank you.” I whispered, not really wanting to thank him for anything but my gratefulness getting the better of me.
“No problem. No come on,” he grabbed the bowl of chocolate and locked in back in the cupboard, “eat up and then meet me out at the barn.”
As he walked out I was set back by what he did, with a small clink he left something on the other end of the table before silently pushing the door open and leaving. I looked over at it and was in awe, it was the key to my handcuffs. The dread that had been building in me, of the idea that I'd have to walk the entire way back to the barn while cuffed, vanished as I rushed over to the key and jammed it into a lock. Praying it was real and not some cruel joke I turned it slowly.
“Yesss” I hissed under my breath as the cuff clicked open – it really was the cuff key.
I hurriedly unlocked the rest of the cuffs, revealing in the ability to take full steps I did a quick lap around the kitchen leaving the cuffs in a bundle on the floor. Then the thought struck me, I should try to keep this key. But without pockets I had no place to stash it so I glanced about for a place to stick it, someplace Greg would hopefully not think to look. The cupboards were obviously out of the question but there was a radiator, it being a farm house and an older one at that, under the window who's pipes could do the job. Placing it carefully behind the feed pipe, I took a step back and looked at it – the key was not visible. Now to just hope it remained there and I could get to it next Greg had me stuck in cuffs.
Fearing that yet again I had some kind of time limit I decided to not take a suspiciously long time getting to the barn and grabbed my chocolate to eat on the way there. But as I walked to the door another thing struck me, I was still naked and that was outside. I would be outside and naked, what if someone saw me? The odds were, truthfully, very rare that someone else would come onto a farm and spot me but still the prospect of being outside without clothes made me squeamish.
In the end I really had no choice and swallowed my nerves, pushing the door open I stepped outside. Stopping on the threshold I sighed, as if the silence of the outdoors reaffirmed my privacy. The first step was taken, the rest should follow easier. I did my best to not panic and run back inside and munched on my chocolate as I walked to the barn. I could even pass for nonchalant as I made my way down the slight incline in the field, but in truth every step was a fight to freak and run or to curl up and cover myself. Although I had to admit the warm sun all over my bare skin was comforting.
The barn loomed in front of me, it wasn't a scary structure, just a simple barn but it held onto that bond with me of the place where this all started of the first surrender of my freedom to Greg. Was there to be another step down taken in there? Was Karen or someone else somewhere in there going through the same thing I had and I was to bear witness to her degradation? Perhaps I was an aide to it,
- 31 - the sight of me naked and collared by Greg's hand could break them. Or what if it was just for me, what if Greg had some plan for me or worse yet what if he planned on locking me back in the stall that I'd woken up in. I really had no desire to return there either. At least my thoughts had taken my mind off having to walk naked across a field.
I passed through the gate of the fence where Greg had made me choose the collar over helpless imprisonment, which in truth was just one form of captivity for another, and into the barn itself, grass giving way to dried hay. Greg stood inside, a table next to him with something black laying on top of it. I was unable to determine what it was from this distance.
As I entered the building and exited the rays of sunlight I shivered, whether at the prospect that things were about to get worse or just because my body was cooling off now I was unsure but it was probably actually both as I watched Greg fuss with the black mass, straightening it out. Sighing to myself for the umpteenth time this day I began my walk forward towards him not knowing what the future held for me my only hope shifting from focus on escape to things just not getting to bad.
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