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Chapter 12. Morning rituals

Allison woke with a start as the point of the pole ground into her back once more. She had no idea how long she’d been asleep before she was thrust back into semi-consciousness. The whole night blurred into a troubled mix of half-sleep and half-awake. Her neck ached from the way that her head pulled it back against the wood of the stocks whenever she did nod off. But that pain was only a minor annoyance compared to that which consumed the rest of her body. Every muscle from knee to neck was burning from the torture of the cruel position in which she had been left.

The pole against the small of her back was like a lance of lightning that sent shockwaves of pain directly to her spine. Once more, she stretched herself outward away from it. The muscles of her back and thighs protested the effort, immediately trembling from the exertion. She whimpered softly with relief, the titanic effort worth it for even the scant moments of relief that it bought her from the press of the cruel pointed pole.

Her strength gave out after a few moments and she fell back against the post once more. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle her cry, emitting a soft whimper. Even in her half-delirious state, she remembered the threat from her captor. She could not cry out.

Another pain had been building within her as she knelt bent backwards in the stocks. It had begun as a small need, a gentle pressure inside her bladder. But as the night had progressed the need had become more and more insistent. She realized that she hadn’t gone to the bathroom at the bar and she certainly hadn’t since she’d been brought to this place. Waking now, the need was overwhelming. Every quiver of her tortured body seemed to amplify it as she whimpered softly.

“You look like you haven’t slept all night, Nevada,” her captor’s voice sounded from the doorway.“Please, please,” Allison whined, breaking down into sobs at his words. She didn’t care what he did to her, so long as he let her up from the stocks. “Let me up. P-please, just let me up.”

He moved to stand beside her as she panted for breath, her chest shuddering with each labored breath. She felt his hand run along her side, nails playing along her flesh lightly.

“No, don’t!” she cried out as her body jerked from his tickling touch. She felt her bladder spasm and barely contained it.

“Are you ticklish, Nevada?” he asked, and she could hear the grin in his voice.

“N-no,” Allison lied in response. “It’s just,” she blushed as she paused for a moment before continuing, “that I have to go to the bathroom. Please, let me up.”

“Awww, poor Nevada,” he spoke softly, his hand moving to trace a light circle around one of her nipples. “Then let me get you ready for the day, so I can let you up.”

Allison was grateful when his hands left her body and he moved back to where she could see him next to her head. She hear a bad unzip and then saw as he lifted what appeared to be a leather mitten up to her right hand.

“Make a fist, Nevada,” he said. She did as he asked and then watched as he pulled the mitten in place over her hand. There was no space inside for her to open her hand. He pulled its buckle closed around her wrist and then added a small lock to the buckle as she watched. A silver ring stood out from the belt around her wrist. “And now the other.”

Allison was silent as he enclosed her left hand in a matching mitten. She looked at the thing in disbelief, her hand completely locked away and useless inside it. A hollow feeling grew in her stomach as she realized that this day was not going to offer her any relief from the helplessness that had consumed her to this point. With the mittens in place, he reached to the hasp on the end of the stock. The dread she had felt just a moment before dissipated instantly at the promise of it opening and allowing her up. When the lock came free and he lifted the upper portion of the stocks, Allison immediately tried to push herself upward. She cried out as she fell backwards after only a brief rise, her back giving out on her as it spasmed with pain.

“Poor Nevada,” he said softly as he placed a hand on her shoulder and helped her up onto her knees again. She cried softly as she rubbed her lower back with the soft leather of her mittens. “So strong, but so very beaten.”

Allison looked down as he held what appeared to be a leather harness up to the front of her body.

He carefully arranged the black leather straps in place on the front of her, crisscrossing between her breasts and wrapping around her sides.

“Wait, please,” she whimpered softly, moving her mittened hands in the way to block the progress of the strapping.

“Nevada, look down at your feet,” he leaned in to whisper in her ear as he took hold of her wrists and brought them down to her sides. She lowered her eyes to look at her feet, booted ankles trapped firmly within the heavy planks of the stock. “Tell me what you see.”

“They’re, they’re,” Allison answered, her voice barely a whisper, “trapped in those stocks.”

“And how about your hands?” he asked, beginning to lift the harness into place once more as Allison looked down at the black mittens that confined her fingers. “Even if you overpowered me, is there anything that you could do to free yourself?”

Allison shook her head slowly, feeling tears welling up in her eyes again. He was right. Her hands were useless to her, fingers pressed so tightly into fists inside the firm leather. Even if he were to give her the key to any of the locks, there was nothing that she could do with it. She felt the leather straps of the harness pressing tightly into the flesh of her upper body as he fastened its buckles behind her.

“And Nevada, there’s something else I want you to think about,” he said as he took hold of her hands and drew them behind her back. She didn’t resist him. He had made it quite clear that there was no point in that. “Think back through the time that you’ve been here. Have I ever given you even a glimmer of hope toward escape? Has there ever been a time that I unbound you before making sure you were attached to something else? Think about this morning. I took your hands before I freed your wrists from the stocks, didn’t I?”

Allison winced as she felt him bend her elbows behind her back, drawing her hands up uncomfortably between her shoulder blades. And then she heard the click of a lock and felt a tug on the back of the harness. As he let go of her hands, she was not surprised to discover that they were attached firmly in place up high on her back. She began to sob as his words sunk in. He was right again. There had not been even a moment of hope for her since she arrived.

“There, there, Nevada,” he whispered softly to her. She felt him begin to press something around her neck. It was made of thick, black leather, soft and supple against her throat. She felt it cupping her chin, pressing upward on it from below as it circled her neck. The base of it pressed against her sternum.

As she felt it tighten, she tried to move her head, but the leather held it firmly in place, forcing her to look straight ahead at the wall before her. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad. I said it to make you feel good.”

“To make me feel good?” Allison demanded harshly, a flash of anger bursting inside her as she yanked hard at the bonds that held her hands behind her back. “How the hell is that supposed to make me feel good?”

He seemed to ignore her burst of anger. His hands moved lightly through her hair, arranging it and pulling it back into a ponytail. She felt something snap into place around the base of the tail to hold it in place.“I say it should make you feel better, because it takes the pressure off you,” he said as he began to arrange another series of leather straps around her head. The straps were thinner than the ones on her body. She could see a pair of them matching the line of her nose. She felt a click against her throat as he attached this new harness to the heavy collar on her throat. She knew at once what it was as the blinders settled into place next to her eyes, robbing her now even of her peripheral vision. It was the same thing that Sierra had been wearing the day before, only in black.

“Take the pressure off me?” she asked quietly as he arranged and buckled the straps in place around her head.

“I know your type, Nevada,” he said softly as she felt him moving behind her. “You’re an athlete. You’re a competitor. You hold yourself to the highest standard. You fault yourself for being in this situation, for not being able to get yourself free. I know you do.”

Allison heard the ratcheting sound of a set of cuffs and then felt them press into her ankles, first one and then the other. Even m begin to press something around her neck. It was made of thick, black leather, soft and supple against her throat. She felt it cupping her chin, pressing upward on it from below as it circled her neck. The base of it pressed against her sternum.

As she felt it tighten, she tried to move her head, but the leather held it firmly in place, forcing her to look straight ahead at the wall before her. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel bad. I said it to make you feel good.”

“To make me feel good?” Allison demanded harshly, a flash of anger bursting inside her as she yanked hard at the bonds that held her hands behind her back. “How the hell is that supposed to make me feel good?”

He seemed to ignore her burst of anger. His hands moved lightly through her hair, arranging it and pulling it back into a ponytail. She felt something snap into place around the base of the tail to hold it in place.“I say it should make you feel better, because it takes the pressure off you,” he said as he began to arrange another series of leather straps around her head. The straps were thinner than the ones on her body. She could see a pair of them matching the line of her nose. She felt a click against her throat as he attached this new harness to the heavy collar on her throat. She knew at once what it was as the blinders settled into place next to her eyes, robbing her now even of her peripheral vision. It was the same thing that Sierra had been wearing the day before, only in black.

“Take the pressure off me?” she asked quietly as he arranged and buckled the straps in place around her head.

“I know your type, Nevada,” he said softly as she felt him moving behind her. “You’re an athlete. You’re a competitor. You hold yourself to the highest standard. You fault yourself for being in this situation, for not being able to get yourself free. I know you do.”

Allison heard the ratcheting sound of a set of cuffs and then felt them press into her ankles, first one and then the other. Even with her upper body completely imprisoned by the harness, he was chaining her ankles before letting her out of the stocks. He was still taking absolutely no chances with her.

“But, it is my fault,” she whispered softly, still staring at the wall before her under the control of the tight collar. She heard the release of a lock and then felt the top of the stocks release its pressure on her ankles. “If I hadn’t been drinking, if I hadn’t swerved while I was driving.” Her voice trailed off as the enormity of her error settled in on her.

Allison winced as he took hold of her arms and helped her back up onto her feet. Her knees ached as her legs stretched out after so much time in the enforced position. She staggered, the chain between her ankles going taut as she tried to keep her balance. He pulled her in against his body, her face against his chest as he reached down to take a firm hold on her bottom through her panties.

“You didn’t swerve, Nevada,” he said to her soothingly. “You just left early. One of your teammates was coming back here with me last night. You left first, and alone. That’s why it was you.

Now, open your mouth for me.”

As his words sunk in, Allison slowly opened her mouth. That was it? That was why she was here? She felt him slip something between her teeth. It was smooth and metal, a bar that was wider than her mouth. It was a bit, like horses wore, she realized, and like the one that she’d seen in Sierra’s mouth.

He pressed back on it and, suddenly, Allison felt something thrust against the back of her throat. Her body jerked in his arms as she gagged fiercely.

“You’ll want to bite down on it,” he said to her as he pulled it forward between her front teeth again and relieved her of the awful sensation. Biting down on it, she felt him attach something from her head harness to either side of the bit. When he let it go, she could feel the pressure pulling back on the bit, trying to pull it out of the grip of her bite. “Now, let’s go see Sierra.”

Keeping her teeth clenched down tight on the bit, Allison let him lead her from the room and out into the hall. The chain between her ankles grew taut with each shuffling steps of the flat boots that she wore. It was a strange feeling walking with the blinders in place and her head facing straight forward. It was like she was walking in a tunnel, with no view of the world outside that limited vision. She found herself forced to rely on him, to trust that he was not leading her astray. They paused outside the door to Jessica’s room, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Remember our little bargain for these,” he whispered to her, and she felt his hand glide across the front of her panties. She jerked at the contact, the need to urinate flashing up quickly once more. She panted hard through flared nostrils as he continued to play his fingers across her panties. “Stomp your foot once if you remember.”

Blushing crimson with shame, Allison lifted her foot and then stomped it down on the floor.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he led her into the room.