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The following you are
about to read contains…ponygirl play…I assume. Maybe some light bondage
type stuff. Look, I’m going to level with all of you here; I haven’t re
read this chapter in fear that I don’t want to post it. What you have
is something I wrote back when I was a young slave with HUGE ambitions
for the future. I haven’t even looked at it since I wrote the seven
chapters. Yes, pets, seven chapters. And it’s not even complete! I won’t
post them all up now, but it’ll be good to post them as I’m writing
other stories on the side. So please, please, PLEASE bare with this
story as what you’re getting is young Kat still wet behind the ears in
this world. Thank you. And feedback please! Ha ha.
“And next up we have lovely Sarah Rider wearing an argyle sweater and beige pants combination that just screams ‘warm and comfortable’.”
Sarah heads to the end of the catwalk, does a slow turn of the hips thrusting them out a bit looking at the cameras with her hazel green eyes. Finished, she turns and heads back down the catwalk with a hand on her left hip giving a little wiggle to attract more attention than the model who passes by her handing off a quick, yet distinctive, dirty look. Sarah pays her no mind as she heads behind the curtain.
“Good job out there, Sarah.” A bald man says giving her a short clap. Sarah just continues on as if he hadn’t said anything to her. Seeing this as no surprise, the man claps in the air once. “Alright, let’s get her ready for her lingerie walk.”
Sarah enters her dressing room, a personal dressing room per her demanding “request”. Taking a seat in her chair, Sarah examines herself in the mirror and lets out an annoyed sigh. “Damn lights.” Sarah leans back in her chair and yells out for the closest make-up technician to “get their ass over here” as she lightly puts it.
Sarah is forced to wait for a couple of seconds until someone finally comes in with a brush and a small touch up kit.
“About time, bitch. Now get to work.” Closing her eyes, Sarah waits for the feel of the brush to come in contact with her face. The make-up technician shakes her head in disbelief as she lightly presses the brush under Sarah’s eyes.
After a few minutes of touching up, the woman leaves Sarah to get dressed. After getting dressed, Sarah exits the room and comes face to face with the model who had come after her. The model, a tall slender black girl glares at her.
“Look at you. Think you’re all that with your bleach blonde hair, your pink lips, and your fake tits.” The last part of the statement causes Sarah to get on the defensive, but before she can say anything the model continues with her verbal assault. “You’re gonna pay for ever messin’ with me, ho.”
And with that, the woman brushes past Sarah purposely knocking her to the side. Sarah just watches her go, wanting to yell at her but she decides that she won’t even bother wasting any time with her. Besides, she can’t stay mad. She’s the final angel of this show and therefore she gets the most attention as she is going to be swooped in front of the other girls, her huge wings blocking them out. It was something Sarah was a part of creating. She ordered the wings to glitter, look silky, and not take too much away from her own beauty. And because of who she is, she got it. She is the most sought after model on the west side. Anyone would do anything to get her to appear on their show.
Minutes later, Sarah is standing in the scaffolding wearing her huge wings getting ready to take centre stage. Straightening her hair, Sarah looks down and thinks about spitting on the girl who had confronted her earlier as she walks down the aisle. So she did, and her aim was perfect as it dropped on the woman’s head. When the woman gets back behind the curtain to set up for the final walk, she let out the scream she was forced to hold in during her re entry. Sarah just laughs as the announcer calls for all girls to come out. Because of recent actions, the angry model wasn’t going out there.
The moment was almost there and suddenly, Sarah started to feel light headed. She dare not touch her forehead in fear of messing up her make up. If she had then and there, she wouldn’t be able to get a touch up. Sarah just shook her head and brought up her best smile. But as the girls started coming out, she felt it again, this time more powerful. She felt a powerful pulsing sensation atop her head. But as she reached her hand up, two men pull the ropes lifting her into the air. She tries screaming for them to stop, but she is too far to be heard. The flight called for her to soar around over the catwalk a couple of times before swooping in for the final landing. It was Sarah’s idea after all in order to get as many photos taken of her as possible for the cover of all the next fashion magazines. Sarah regrets her decision as each swoop makes her more and more dizzy. The flashing of the cameras didn’t help either, nor did the fast paced music exiting the speakers that she passes countless times. Sarah knew what was next; her landing was harsh and wasn’t followed up by much except her collapsing body.
People gasp at the sight as a short man hops onto the stage to check on her. “It’s alright, I’m a doctor!” The man calls out as he checks on Sarah but can get no response except a slight flutter of the eyes before they close completely. Therefore, it was in everyone’s best interest that she is taken to the hospital.
After removing the wings, two men quickly came from the backstage area with a gurney. Moments later, Sarah is resting on it as she is wheeled through the backstage area. Along the way, they pass the model who pressed two fingers on Sarah’s nose.
“You dropped something earlier. Have a nice life.”
The woman continues down the hall as the men rush Sarah into the back of an ambulance which speeds off through the parking lot and onto the road.
It is hours later when Sarah finally regains consciousness. She looks around and the surroundings are very unfamiliar. Her first thought is that she is in a hospital, but then comes to realize she isn’t. Instead, she is in a large room with metal walls and a large mirror. To the side of a mirror, is a long, yet thin, indent that is obviously a door. The door itself has no knob, so escape for Sarah isn’t an option. At least not at this point. Rather, she slowly rises to her feet and presses a hand on her forehead. The pain still lingers, but not as greatly as it did before. Soon she hears a voice coming from a speaker attached in the top corner of the room.
“Welcome, Sarah.” Says the obviously distorted voice.
Sarah rises to her knees and gives her head a quick shake. She’s a little frightened in not knowing where she is, but she is at least relieved in the fact that her clothes are still on. Of course, it’s the lingerie she was modeling in, but she still feels good about having something on. The lingerie is a little white number encrusted with small jewels. The bra is a standard push-up while the panties are a simple g-string thong. Sarah had thought this setup would get her more photos.
Rising to her feet, Sarah begins approaching the mirror when the voice orders her to stop. Never one to take orders, Sarah continues to approach the mirror and presses her hands against it. Then, trying to peer inside, she plants her forehead against it and looks inside. She can’t see anything besides her own reflection, but that doesn’t stop her from trying.
“I told you to get away from the mirror.” The voice said, now more demanding than before.
Sarah didn’t comply, instead she called out.
“Who are you? What do you want with me?” Sarah asks finally backing away from the mirror a little to look up at the speaker as she awaits to hear their response. The voice doesn’t say anything, so Sarah decides to ask a little more harshly in her own demanding tone which had gotten her so many things in the past. “Well? Who the fuck are you?”
The door off to the side of the mirror suddenly opens then shuts loudly. Sarah quickly looks to find a man standing there, a young man wearing jeans and a faded t-shirt. Seeing him, Sarah clenches her fists and slowly approaches him.
“You…are…dead.” Sarah says in a ominous voice as she glares at the man while approaching him.
If looks could kill, then the man would have no time to start scratching at the door frantically calling out. “Hey boss! Lemme in! Please! Let me back in!”
On the other side of the mirror, a man with one leg resting over the other watches and laughs a little as Sarah tears the man apart. “Wowee, this kitten’s got claws.” His hand soon rests under his chin as he examines her ‘feminine ways’.
The man, beaten and bruised, lies on the floor as Sarah dusts her hands off. Pleased with her efforts, she starts to think that this isn’t the guy who first brought her here. Her next task was to confront his “boss”. Seeing only one way out, Sarah grabs the body by the neck of the shirt and the back of his belt, and begins to spin it around slowly gaining enough momentum to lift it up. When she feels she has enough speed, she hurls the man into the mirror. The mans body crashes through the mirror and collapses into the boss knocking him off his chair. Sarah’s breath slowly begins to rise as she approaches the broken mirror. Suddenly, she stops when she sees a man slowly rising to his feet. It was the doctor from before who was tending to her on the stage.
“You…” Sarah began not taking her eyes off him.
The man, frantic, begins looking around the room for something.
“You…kidnapped me?” Sarah now slowly starts back towards the mirror pointing her finger, her pupils rubbing the sticks together to start up two new fires.
“Ughn…ughn…” The man continued to look around, and finally finds what he is looking for. Lifting it up, the object makes a loud cocking noise.
“Oh, if you thought I was brutal before, just wait til—“ And Sarah is cut off when a dart enters her neck. The dart quickly takes effect, and Sarah collapses to the ground.
The man enters the room with the tranquilizer rifle-ish gun and slowly approaches Sarah. With the end of his foot, he begins to kick her a little in the arm. When she lets out a soft moan, the man screams and shots her in the bicep. Kicking her again, he hears nothing coming from Sarah. A sense of relief comes over the man as he goes back into the mess of a room and reloads the tranquilizer gun…just to be safe. As he loads it, he looks down at his assistant and kicks him in the ribs a little.
“You have a good nap?” The man sarcastically asks as his assistant slowly musters the strength to rise up. “When you’re ready to get back to what I’m paying you for, you can take the little bitch to the stables.”
The assistant, now on his feet, enters the larger room and grabs a hold of Sarah’s hair and begins to drag her out of the room as payback for what she did to him earlier. Cocking the gun again, the man smiles.
“I love my job.” Leaving the control room, the man cautiously leaves the larger room thinking that Sarah might wake up.
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