Emerald O'Connor awoke to find herself in a nightmare. The petite, red-haired, green-eyed actress had accepted an offer of reconciliation from her boyfriend Jordan and a weekend at a bed-and-breakfast after he had found out about her little fling with the handsome horse trainer, and now here she was his prisoner.

He had evidently drugged her, then dressed her up as a naked ponygirl-- harness, bridle and bit, ponyboots, and all-- and propped her in a sitting position against the wall. She was distressed to see that he had put ankle hobbles on her and hitched her to a ring on the wall by her reins. He had even rammed a butt plug ponytail in her ass, the fucker. The famous actress defiantly stood up and glared at him from the confines of her stall. If he had wanted revenge, then he had certainly gotten it. In spades.

But Jordan only smirked at her evident anger. "My, my. The actress who is sweeter than Meg Ryan, Julia Roberts, and Jennifer Aniston put together now finds herself trussed up like some fetish slut. The squeaky-clean teen who was the Goody Two-Shoes for six years on Girls' Academy on the Family Channel, who played the daughter on the big-screen version of Little House on the Prairie, who refuses to do nudity no matter what they offer, now reveals her dark side. Of course, the whole world knows about the slut part, thanks to the tabloids."

Emerald growled through her rubber bit and thrashed about as much as she could with her arms bound behind her in a leather sleeve. The bells on her nipple clamps tinkled merrily as her C-cups bounced around freely. The joke had gone far enough.

"If you think I'm going to release you now, guess again. I won't have some bitch make me look like a fool and get away with it. I have my reputation and career to think of, too, you know. Maybe your studly horse trainer can train you to be a little more loyal."

He turned and walked away. Emerald growled and scurried toward the front of the stall, hindered by the hobbles and stopped short by her reins. He'd better not leave her like this, or there would be hell to pay.

Jordan came back into view. "Oh, by the way, you might notice the security cameras throughout the stable. They're outside, too. In about three hours, they will link up with your official website, giving your fans exclusive video of your hot and kinky confinement. And with so many fans eager for the latest news about your personal life, I hope your site doesn't go down from all the traffic."

He said these words with such obvious relish that the Hollywood actress knew that he wasn't joking. She began to shake with fear. Her career was at its peak, and she was earning more than any other actress in the business. Something like this would kill her stardom faster than you could say "tabloid headline."

He left again, this time for good. She could hear the door of the stable close behind him.

She was alone. Naked and in humiliating bondage. In some empty horse stable at some unknown location. And she had three hours before her shameful situation became known worldwide.

She looked up at the ceiling and saw the small plastic dome that housed the surveillance camera. She could retreat to the back of the stall and turn away from the camera, but she would be recognized by the angel tattoos on her shoulders, and any rescue would be too public to keep hushed up. No, she had to escape-- somehow.

But how? She fought the rising panic and desperately searched for a solution.

First things first. She had to untie her reins from the wall. The ring was situated at eye level, too high for her to reach with her hands. Perhaps she could reach it with her mouth . . .

She had to crane her neck, but she caught one of the leather straps between her upper teeth and the hard rubber of her bit and pulled. It popped free, so she tried again. After half a dozen tries, she felt it coming loose. Progress! She continued working away at it for the next several minutes; the only sounds were of her soft grunting and the gentle tinkling of her nipple clamp bells.

When that was free, she paused, exhausted, her mouth sore. There was hope yet, but it had taken her a long time. Could she get free before the cameras began broadcasting? That's if he was telling the truth, of course. She was sure he was. It was just like him to torment her like that-- there was a cruel streak in him that had been exciting at first, but which had eventually begun to bother her. She had no doubt that he was going to make good on his threat.

The second rein was much easier, and Emerald had it free within a few minutes. Yes! She could now move freely about the stall, restricted only by her ankle hobbles.

She went to the front and pushed experimentally against the gate. It opened a tiny fraction of an inch, then stopped. Locked. Locked! Her blood began to simmer. He wasn't making it easy for her. Of course he wouldn't, the dick.

The stable wasn't old, but it appeared to have been around for awhile. Perhaps . . . She stepped back a bit, then thrust her body sideways, slamming against the gate.

It shuddered, and her body bounced back. She slammed against it again-- and again, getting a rhythm going, the booming echoing throughout the abandoned building. She had played sports in high school and done some of her own stunts in her early independent films, so pain was something she could deal with. Anger and desperation fueled her efforts as she crashed into the wood repeatedly with all her might.

After what seemed like forever, she heard a small cracking. Was it just her imagination? In her next few attempts she heard nothing more, but the gate seemed to give a little more, though that might have been her imagination. Her shoulder was really beginning to hurt when she heard another splintering of wood. She was definitely making progress, even if her shoulder was going to be black-and-blue for the next week or so. Screw it-- it was worth it if she could escape.

The gate was opening an inch or two now, so she shuffled up to it and wedged a toe of her boot into the space, holding it open so she could position herself between the gate and wall. Leveraged against the end of the wall, Emerald strained, widening the gap, her throaty roar of frustration filling the stable.

With the snapping of breaking wood, the gate flew open with a bang, and Emerald went sailing out onto the hard floor, the impact knocking the wind out of her lungs. She lay there for a moment, dazed, staring uncomprehendingly up at the lights and the security camera and the high wooden beams of the ceiling until she was able to catch her breath.

Her body jerked, as if from a hiccup, and this spasm repeated until it turned into an all-out laugh that rang along the bare walls. She had done it! She had escaped from her stall! Could freedom be far away? Fuck you, Jordan! Fuck you and your fucking revenge! No one was going to make a laughingstock out of her!

The pieces of the simple bolt lock hung awkwardly from the splintered wood above her. "Do you hear me, Jordan? I'm free! FREE!" she screamed, though it came out considerably garbled because of the pony bit.

And now to get rid of the damn hobbles. She arched her back and twisted her body, so that a hand could reach her ankle, which was considerably more difficult than she realized, even though she was fairly flexible from her yoga classes.

Her fingers fumbled around the soft supple leather of the boots and hobbles, feeling the cold steel of the D-rings and then something small, hard, and heavy. A padlock. Damn him. DAMN HIM! Of course he wouldn't make it easy for her. This setback put a damper on her glee. Still, she was out of the stall and probably had a good two hours to go before the link-up.

She rolled over and struggled to her feet. With the hobbles, she was only able to take baby steps, and realized she would have probably gotten to the door faster by rolling across the floor. No matter-- she was not going to be stopped.

The bells of her nipple clamps tinkled as she walked, and she became aware of how much they were beginning to annoy her, and how numb her nipples had become from their pressure. She had to get rid of them. Now.

The actress hobbled over to the next stall. She just hoped her plan worked. Jerking her body, she swung one of the bells over the chest-high gate like a stripper swinging her tassels, catching it in the corner between the gate and the wall. This BETTER work, she thought. She stepped back until her breast was stretched taut, then pulled back sharply.

Her nipple snapped free, the pale pinched nub of flesh swelling as it filled with blood. There was a cool sensation, and then Emerald's breast flooded with pain as the feeling returned. She screamed, gritting her teeth as tears poured down the sides of her nose. It was the most excruciating agony she had ever felt in her life.

She knew she had to do the other one quickly before she lost the nerve. She shuffled over to the other end of the stall, trying to focus on her goal instead of her pain, and snagged the other bell. Taking a deep breath, she pulled hard.

It only came off partway, and she had to immediately pull away again to complete the job. The actress rode out another tsunami of piercing, throbbing torment before she could relax again. She was all cried out, and snot had drained onto her upper lip. She was grateful that the clamps had been rubber-covered and not pointy-teethed alligator clips.

Her nipples continued to throb as she inched her body around and methodically made her way toward the door, one tiny step at a time. She tried to keep her mind focused on the positive, yet knew that there might be other obstacles that Jordan had put in her way. Even though she had made great progress, she was not home-free by any means.

As she approached, she was glad to see that, even though it locked with a key from the outside, it could be unlocked from the inside by just turning a flattened protrusion. That, and a quick turn of the knob, and the door opened.

She peered out, suspicious. Emerald didn't want to step out into the waiting cameras of paparazzi or some other PR nightmare.

But there was only a series of corrals in the pale moonlight and, beyond that, trees. Nighttime already. She must've been out for quite a while. Looking the other way, she saw a darkened farmhouse in the distance.

The actress cautiously stepped out onto the dirt path leading up to the door, alert to any traps. Suddenly, she was caught in a bright circle of light from above. Emerald almost peed herself from fear before she realized it was a motion-sensor light above the door. She gave a silent prayer and continued on, leaving the stable door open in case she needed to retreat from any danger.

Emerald wondered what Jordan had done with her clothes-- her T-shirt, skirt, shoes, bra, panties, pantyhose. She imagined him carefully and methodically undressing her unconscious body, and got creeped out and then angry all over again. What nasty thoughts were going through his mind as he removed her clothes and restrained her in leather bondage gear? Did he have a hard-on as he carried out his revenge? That fucker was going to pay. Big time.

She had no idea where she was going or how she was going to get help. The scenery was completely unfamiliar to her. Should she just stay where she was and hope that the owners of the farm would set her free? No, they were probably in cahoots with Jordan; she just couldn't take that risk. On the other hand, she couldn't rely on the goodwill of strangers, not with her reputation at stake.

Still, the farmhouse was her best bet. The joke-- if you could call it that-- had been carried far enough, and no one wanted to be charged with kidnapping and holding a famous actress hostage, would they? Especially if they could be bribed with a little bit of money to keep the whole incident hush-hush. If no-one was there, and there was a phone, she could call her new boyfriend. She knew she would be difficult to understand with the fucking bit in her mouth, but there was really no way of removing it that she could think of. Perhaps he could trace the call and save her. She shuffled along around the corner of the stable and headed for the house off in the distance. It was a couple hundred feet away, but the lights were off and the summer night was pleasantly warm. She just had to--

Frenzied barking erupted from the house, and Emerald nearly shit a brick as two large farm dogs raced toward her from out of nowhere. She froze as they circled around her, barking viciously. She was terrified they would bite her, but they just kept circling and barking. The stable door was only fifty feet away; gradually, she began to inch back toward it.

Evidently, that was what the dogs wanted, as they began herding her back in the same direction. The one grabbed one of her reins in its teeth and pulled, and Emerald found she had to scurry along quickly to keep from being brought down. The other dog followed suit, and together they tugged and guided her back to the stable. She tried to resist, but they were just too big and strong for her five-foot-two hundred-ten-pound body.

The frustration made her want to scream. Here she was right back where she started, with no way to escape and the cameras ready to link up in less than ninety minutes. She would've cried if she hadn't already been cried out.

They took her back to her stall, the actress hurrying as fast as she could to keep from being pulled to the ground. And that was when she got another flash of inspiration. As the dogs entered the stall, she kicked the gate closed with all the movement she could muster, then scurried forward to brace it with her body, trapping them.

Unfortunately, the lock was broken, and the two dogs, each of whom probably weighed as much as she did, were pushing back, growling and snapping madly at having been tricked. Each time they lunged, their sharp teeth barely missed her naked captive body. She knew it was just a matter of time before they knocked her back and got free again. What to do? What to do?

Both dogs slammed into the gate, nearly knocking her to the floor. "NO!" she screamed, the word clearly audible, even through her bit. And then-- they stopped.

Of course! They had to be well-trained. Giddy with relief, Emerald looked down at the canines, who stared up at her expectantly.

"SIT!" They sat. "STAY!" Though the words weren't clearly articulated, the meaning came through loud and clear, nevertheless. Cautiously, the actress stepped back, pulling her reins out of the stall as she went. Could it really be this easy?

She continued retreating, reinforcing the final command every several steps. After an excruciatingly long time, she stepped outside, kicked the reins out with her, then awkwardly pulled the door shut. Safe!

The slamming of the door was what must have cued the dogs that they had been tricked. She heard their muffled barking and running as they came after her, and then the dull thuds as they hit the door. Let's hope they don't know how to turn doorknobs, she thought.

The naked ponygirl headed back toward the farmhouse. It was still dark. No one home? Unfortunately, that could mean that the house was locked up. Still, she had to try.

She worked her way to the house, her progress agonizingly slow due to the hobbles; what would normally have taken her a minute, even in the pony boots, took at least ten times that long. She headed for the back porch, hoping the back door would be the one left unlocked. Negotiating the steps was tricky, due to the hobbles, and the fact that her balance was thrown off because of the lack of heels on the pony boots and her arms being bound behind her. She found she had to lean against the railing to keep from falling over. Despite this, Emerald reached the door quickly. She turned away and grasped the handle of the screen door. To her surprise, it opened.

The actress sidled her way over to the knob of the inner door. The knob turned. She pushed, and the door fell open. Yes! Miracles do happen!

She crept into the house, at any moment expecting the lights to flash on and a whole bunch of people to jump up and yell "Surprise!" In the moonlight, she could make out a kitchen. Her stomach growled. How long had it been since she had eaten? Twelve hours, at least. She desperately wanted some food, but knew that eating in her harnessed and bridled condition would have been difficult, if not impossible. Besides, it would waste precious time. First she had to get help. Her eyes scanned the walls for a phone, but saw none.

She hobbled her way from room to room, conscious of the metal horseshoes of her pony boots thumping on the bare wood floors. Still no phone. Fuck! Were these people completely cut off from civilization, or did they all use cell phones now?

In the bathroom, she realized she had to pee. At least she could do that. Emerald sat on the toilet and relieved herself, grateful for one of life's little pleasures.

There was nothing on the lower floor, so she started to climb the stairs. What if the people were sound asleep, and she stumbled onto them in their bedroom naked and trussed up as she was? It would certainly be a shock to them to see the world's most famous actress looking like some bondage slut.

She was partway up the stairs when she heard the booming of loud music and an approaching car, accompanied by whoops of joy. Male voices of guys ready to party. The pony girl panicked-- that was the last thing she wanted to encounter. In her defenseless state, she would be just a plaything to some drunken yahoos who probably would like nothing better than to fulfill their sickest fantasies with some movie goddess. Awkwardly, she turned and began to navigate her way back down, her progress impeded by the hobbles and heel-less pony boots.

Car doors slammed, and sweat popped out all over Emerald's naked body. Where could she hide? Where could she hide? It sounded like there were a couple of them, and in a minute they would be all over the house. She could hear them walking up the back steps and calling the dogs.

There was only one place she could think of, and not a very good one, at that. She reached the bottom of the stairs and headed into the living room just as the back door opened and the kitchen light came on, trying hard not to make much sound as the metal shoes of her pony boots scraped across the wood floor.

"Where are those stupid mutts, anyway?"

A frightening thought hit Emerald: what if they brought the dogs into the house, and they raced right to her hiding place and started barking? To suffer through all that she had gone through, only to be exposed by something so simple.

No, she had to focus on the positive. She scooted behind a couch facing a bay window, bumping an end table and nearly knocking a lamp over. That's all she needed was to have somebody bend down to pick up a lamp and-- oh, look! Emerald O'Connor hiding behind the couch!

She dropped down and got as comfortable as possible after using her feet to pull her reins in out of sight. No telling how long she would be there.

"Fuck the dogs. They probably went chasing a deer or something."

The lights in the living room came on and everybody piled in. There were female voices, too. Three men, three women. That was encouraging, though that was no guarantee of safety-- who knew if these women wanted to see a famous star like her taken down a peg or two, especially if they were drunk.

Looking beneath the couch, Emerald could see several pairs of feet moving about the room; shadows moved back and forth across the curtains above and behind her. They all settled in, and one couple plopped down onto the couch she was hiding behind. A cloud of dust blew into her face, and Emerald made a superhuman effort to suppress a sneeze. Thank God she had gotten rid of the belled nipple clamps.

Beers were opened, the TV came on, and the smell of pot drifted through the air. Within a minute, the sound of a porn film filled the room.

"Do we have to watch this shit?" said a woman.

"Whatsamatter? Jealous?"

"Of those sluts? Fuck YOU!"

Emerald listened to the gathering as they got more and more rowdy, feeling more vulnerable by the minute. How much longer would this last? How much longer could she hold out? She could see the burly arm of one man and the long blonde hair of his companion above her. All one of them had to do was lean back and look down . . .

They started flipping bottle caps at each other. Emerald could hear them bouncing off the walls and furniture, and was glad she didn't reveal herself to these people. Maturity was not their strong suit.

Just as she thought this, a bottle cap bounced off the curtains above her, bounced off the forehead strap of her bridle, and clattered to a halt near the top of her head. The pony girl froze as a female hand swung down and swept the floor, missing her hair by barely an inch. It found the bottle cap, picked it up, and disappeared. The whole thing happened so quickly, she barely even had time to react, which was just as well. And fortunately, they seemed to be too drunk or stoned to question how it had taken such an unusual journey. Emerald prayed that they would end their party quickly so she could make her escape.

Popcorn and nacho chips soon followed, a few landing on the actress' bare skin. She was reminded once again of how hungry she was. Her stomach grumbled; fortunately, the partiers were laughing and talking too loudly to hear it.

She tried not to panic, tried not to think of what she would do if she couldn't escape before dawn and was forced to make her presence known. But perhaps someone would come to her rescue before then. Would Jordan return or send someone afer her? She had no way of knowing. She didn't even know if he knew these people, or knew they were coming back here to party. Even if he did, he was still putting her at incredible risk.

After what seemed like forever, the party began to die down, with the couples moving upstairs to the bedrooms. One couple, however, headed for the kitchen for something more to eat. Emerald wished she could will them to get horny and go upstairs instead but, perversely, they came back to the living room and settled into the very couch that hid the pony girl.

DAMMIT! she thought, why couldn't things be easy? They had left the light on, too. After a few minutes of moaning and heavy breathing, they fell silent, and the air was soon filled with the sound of two people snoring. It's now or never, thought Emerald.

She slowly struggled to her feet, chips and popcorn falling off her body. Looking down, she could see the two fast asleep, the woman face-down on top of the man. Moving carefully, she inched her way to the end of the couch, then sidled along the end table, her naked breasts barely grazing the top of the lampshade and her reins nearly getting snagged on the table legs. Easy . . . easy . . .

She cleared the table, then picked up the pace, lifting her feet as little as possible to reduce the noise of her metal horseshoes on the wooden floor. Just a few more feet . . .

A loud snap announced that she had accidentally stepped on a nacho chip. The pony girl cringed, then scurried out of the room as quickly as possible-- if the sound woke the couple up, she didn't want to be in sight.

Luckily, the snoring continued uninterrupted. She was in the hallway now, and the kitchen was at the end, only twenty feet away, though it could well have been twenty miles, considering her condition. Her feet were sore from being in the high-heeled pony boots all day, and her arms ached from being immobilized behind her in the constricting sleeve, and her jaw hurt from the large bit jammed between her teeth. Still, she had to soldier on.

The actress paced herself, concentrating hard on reaching her goal. She was halfway there when a loud thumping told her somebody was galloping down the stairs. She twisted around just in time to see one of the women, dressed only in thong panties, skid to a halt. The woman stared at Emerald for a second, put a hand to her mouth, and began giggling. She was still giggling when she began staggering back toward the stairs.

Emerald backed up, too, toward the kitchen. She saw the woman stumble as she reached the end of the bannister, then make her way drunkenly back upstairs. "Hey, Earl. Earrrrrrrrl." Her drunken state prevented her from shouting her slurred words.

Emerald quickened her pace, not caring how much noise she made. She had to hide before the woman made it upstairs and roused her drunken boyfriend. At the back door, she had to turn sideways to reach the handle, then sideways again to reach the screen door handle, cringing as the hinges squeaked. There was a moment of panic when her reins nearly got caught in the slamming door, but she was able to jerk them free with a foot. Outside, she clomped across the porch and down the steps as swiftly as possible, nearly losing her balance, then shuffled around to the side of the house.

No sooner had she done so when she heard the back door open. The pony girl broke out into a sweat. Please don't let them come outside . . .

"I don't see her," said a gruff male voice. "You're fuckin' drunk, woman."

The woman's voice was shrill and insistent. "But I SAW her. She was right in front of me! She was naked and wearing bondage shit and stuff."

"Come on back to bed. WE can do a little bondage shit."

"FUCK YOU! I'm going to find her."

Emerald was already scurrying away when she heard the screen door slam and the protesting woman being dragged back into the house. Her mind repeated the mantra: Don't wake the others, don't wake the others. She pressed against the side of the house, feeling vulnerable. There were sounds of people moving about, and someone came to the window right above her, but no one came outside. She waited until things got quiet before moving again.

Sweat coated her body, making her shiver, but she was free. Free! Looking up at the sky, she saw that it was already beginning to lighten. Had she really been in bondage that long?

She was ready to head toward the driveway when she spotted a faucet on the side of the house. It had been nearly a day since she had had something to drink. Dare she risk it? Who knew when she would have this chance again?

She crouched down and turned the tap, wincing as the valve squeaked in protest, opening it up just enough to let a trickle of water out. Lying on her side in the damp grass, she positioned her mouth beneath the steady dribble, eagerly swallowing the brackish, metallic-tasting water that seeped through her bit and lips.

When she had drunk her fill, she got up, leaving the tap on, not wanting to risk making more sounds. Besides, they would soon find the dogs and the broken stall gate and realize something had gone on.

Okay, I've pushed my luck far enough, she thought. Time to get a move on.

The actress shuffled her way to the driveway and toward the road, out in the open and aware that the approaching daylight was making her more visible by the minute. She walked along the grass, so as to avoid leaving hoof prints on the dirt driveway. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when she reached the road.

Which way to go? There were no clues, just a lonely paved road leading off in both directions. Sighing, she went right, not really sure where she was headed or what she was going to do. Rather than use the road, she stayed about twenty feet off into the woods, not wanting to be spotted by just anyone who came along.

Too late she realized she should have gotten a sharp knife from the kitchen to cut through her hobbles. Of all her restraints, they were impeding her the most. The reins, too, were always getting in the way. Hell, if there was some way she could free her arms, then the rest would be easy, but they were buckled tightly into a sleeve which was attached somehow to the back of her harness. Jordan had made sure she would be unable to escape, and that REALLY pissed her off. If she hadn't been so resourceful, she would still be hitched up by her reins in a horse stall, waiting and waiting for a rescue that would never come.

Bugs circled her head and heavy foliage scratched her soft flesh, but still she pressed on. She had no choice. Jordan had left her there to suffer, and it was certain he wouldn't return until he was sure that she would beg him to release her. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, not if she could help it.

The pony girl was suddenly aware of voices up ahead. She stopped. A couple of men. Could she trust them? Mustn't let her desperation force her into a situation she couldn't get out of.

She crept forward, hoping to catch some of their conversation and get a feel for their state of mind. As their voices became clearer, she reallized they were hunters-- not good. Best to just back away.

Too late-- one of their dogs began to bark. Emerald's heart sank.

"What is it, boy?"

The dog barked again, more excited this time. At a command from its owner, it bolted into the woods.

And headed straight for Emerald. The trapped pony girl lunged, then backed away, hoping to deter the dog, but it just continued circling her, barking madly. Despair left her weak and unable to move. It was over, all over.

The men came crashing through the woods, then stopped, the three of them stunned at the sight before them: a sexy young woman, trussed up and helpless, her bare tits and cunt exposed for all to see. "Come here, Bailey," said one of the men, and the dog returned obediently to its owner.

Emerald made a little struggling motion to show how helpless she was. "Hel' me!"

It was the wrong thing to do, and she knew that as soon as she saw their faces break out into grins.

"Well, well, we caught us a nice little doe. Without even firing a shot."

"Are they in season?" joked a second man.

"These kind are always in season. Let's get 'er back to the truck. We're done for the day."

The actress yelled in protest as the men surrounded her, picked her up-- one man grabbing her legs, another her waist, and a third her arms--, and carried her back to their truck, laughing and joking on the way.

"Get 'er on the hood."

They tossed her onto the front of the truck. As the captured pony girl fought and kicked, they tied her down by her ankles and the back of her harness. Emerald was stretched out across the hood, face-up, like a deer. Her frantic yelling and struggling only served to make them more horny; they fondled her tits, stuck their fingers inside her, and gave her open-mouthed kisses before piling back in their truck. The furious pony girl could only thrash about as they assaulted her, then lift her head and glower at them through the windshield.

She felt the engine come to life beneath her, and then they pulled out onto the road. Her mind was filled with sheer terror as they sped off, her eyes seeing only the upside-down blur of trees and asphalt as they navigated the twists and turns of the country road. If Jordan's revenge hadn't officially crossed the line before, it had now. Despite the wind blowing across her naked body, she could still feel the filthy hands of the hunters violating her.

After several minutes, they slowed down and turned onto a dirt road. Emerald could see a cabin up ahead and knew she was in for more trouble. Their nasty laughter only sickened her.

They untied her and hauled her into the cabin by her reins. Inside, they took her to the bedroom and tied each of the reins to a post at the foot of a four-poster bed. The imprisoned actress stood there, immobilized, steeling herself for the next round of abuse.

But one of the men stepped forward and carefully removed the bit from her mouth. "So, how'd you get in this situation, anyway?"

Emerald had to work her jaw a bit before she could talk. "Please," she begged. "My boyfriend did to this to me as revenge for cheating on him. If you'll let me go, I won't press charges-- honest."

She knew the offer sounded lame as soon as she said it, but it was all she had. It was hard to sound convincing when your arms were bound behind you so that your breasts stuck out like over-inflated beach balls. One of the other men snorted in disbelief. "Yeah, right. The check is in your mouth and I promise not to come in your mail. Nice try, sweetie."

Should she tell them she was the famous actress Emerald O'Connor? Had they really not recognized her yet? Perhaps she shouldn't tell them-- she still remembered reading Irving Wallace's The Fan Club as a teenager, horrified by the tale of three men who kidnapped a movie actress and held her as a sex slave. Never in her craziest nightmares had she thought it would actually happen to her.

The bit was shoved back in her mouth and re-attached to the bridle. They had no intentions of freeing her. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

As they headed out of the room, the one man looked back at her. "We're gonna fix some breakfast. You can lick the plates clean-- Emerald."

Their laughter echoed in her ears long after the door closed.

The host of the show came back on. "Well, that's it for the premiere episode of our B&D reality show Ponygirl Peril, where fetish porn star Jenna Taylia has been willingly hypnotized into believing she is famous actress Emerald O'Connor. And what an episode it was! We never thought she could escape from the stable, but she certainly showed us, didn't she? Her performance was nothing short of brilliant. Unfortunately for our first round of players, they missed out on this week's prize by failing to find her in time to have a little fun. Let's call out one of the guys now. How does it feel to miss out on something like this?"

"Oh, man, I am so fuckin' bummed. You know, you gave us food and beer and some of Taylia's porn DVDs-- shit, if we'd only known she in the same room with us, well, we'd still be doin' 'er. Of course, you just told us to go back to the ranch and wait for somethin'. If we'd only known. Shit."

"But she was seen, wasn't she?"

"Yeah. If only I'd believed my old lady."

"Well, tough luck, huh? Thank you for playing and being a good sport about it all. Have a nice day, okay?""

"Thank you, man. Bye."

"Those three hunters certainly got lucky, didn't they? We'll be back next week to see what they do to her. Considering our star's resume, she should be able to handle just about anything they can dish out. And if by some chance she happens to escape, we have further perils in store for her. Stay tuned, folks. Goodbye!"

THE END