Maddy becomes a ponygirl 2 | woman in cage | ponygirl stories

Maddy's Public Issues seminar let out at 8:30 every Tuesday and Thursday night. It was a long drive back to her apartment in Carlton.

The Interstate took her about half way, but the rest of the drive was along a long curvy two-lane blacktop. She had made the drive many times. It was lonely and tiring, but her Ipod kept her entertained and it seemed to make the miles go quicker.

The stretch between Hadleysville and Newton was the worst.

There were almost no stores on the road and those that were there closed at 8 P.M. or earlier. An occasional streetlight marked the few crossroads. Otherwise, the road was dark and barren.

She was about halfway through the Hadleysville-Newton stretch when her car started to shudder and cough. Her Escort had been recently tuned up and she was perplexed and annoyed at the apparent problem. Suddenly, the engine cut off and Maddy coasted the car onto the small shoulder on her right. "Shit!" she spat out. "God dammit!" What could be worse than breaking down in the middle of nowhere late at night? Maddy ran the little she knew about cars through her head. She wasn't out of gas – she had a little over a quarter of a tank. Maybe the fuel line had clogged?

She had broken up with her boyfriend, Harold, a couple of weeks ago and she didn't feel right about calling him for help. Her dad lived about an hour's drive away. A couple of her girl friends lived closer, but even if she got picked up, she would have to leave the car there, abandoned on the side of the road. Tomorrow she would have to deal with getting her car towed or fixed. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she thought.

The young girl saw the headlights of an approaching car in her rearview mirror. She held off dialing her cell phone for help until it had passed by. Maybe it's a cop or something. If so, she could find out where there was a local gas station open and maybe get it towed there. She had Triple A, but when she had called them in the past, it had taken hours to get towed. A local connection would be better.

It wasn't a cop car who approached behind her. The vehicle slowed down as it came near and stopped opposite her car window. It was a van, looming behind her somewhat ominously. Maddy was about to lock the doors when the interior light in the van went on. It was a middle aged white woman. She was pleasantly dressed and had a kindly face. The woman lowered her passenger side window.

Seeing that the woman wanted to talk to her and hoping she might be able to give her some helpful information, Maddy lowered the driver's window to her own car.

"What's the matter, honey," the older woman called out. Her voice was friendly, good natured. Maddy let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, this old heap just gave out," she replied.

"Where you headin'?" the woman asked.

"Home," Maddy replied. The woman looked okay, but you never could tell. Maddy didn't want her to know how far from home she really was. She didn't know why, but she just had a feeling.

"You got Triple A?" the woman called over.

"Yeah, but…"

"Yeah," the woman interjected, "I know. They take ages. If you're lookin' for a tow, I got a cousin owns a small station about three miles up Route 416. He's closed now, but I could probably get him to come out and get you. He might be able to start your car for you."

Maddy weighed the woman's offer. If she agreed, and the cousin could help her out, she wouldn't have to call anyone. She wouldn't have to come back tomorrow, and she wouldn't have to sit here on the side of this deserted road, a target for any kind of maniac who happened by. The young girl looked over the older woman carefully.

All she could see was the woman's expectant smile, a friendly appearance. Oh, what the fuck, she thought.

"Yeah, thanks a lot. That would be a big help," she called out to the woman.

The woman waved at Maddy. "Come on, get in, we'll zip over to my cousin's. We'll get you back on your way home in no time."

Maddy was always being delightfully surprised at the friendliness of people in the South. She had moved here with her dad about four years ago from a Cleveland suburb. Once she graduated high school three years ago, she decided to get her own place and try to make it on her own. Her dad wasn't rich and he had only moved here because all the good jobs seemed to be moving south. She liked the South, the weather was usually nice, the people were friendly and the pace of life just seemed a little slower. This woman's readiness to go out of her way was just another example of why she liked living here.

After rolling up her window, Maddy stepped out of her car and locked the door. She opened the passenger door of the van and stepped in. The driver had turned off the over heads and the rear of the van was dark. Maddy shifted a little uneasily in her chair. She turned to her rescuer. "My name's Maddy," she said.

"I know," the woman answered.

Maddy had just enough time to say "Wha…", when a strong, rough arm circled around her throat. Her air was cut off immediately. Her eyes widened as the woman lay a length of duct tape over her mouth.

Maddy flailed her arms at her attacker. Suddenly she received a punch to her midsection. The woman had given her a solid left hook.

Maddy's body was immobilized by the blow. She desperately tried to draw in breath, but the arm around her throat blocked all oxygen.

Maddy thought she was being murdered and, as she floated into unconsciousness, she wondered why.

Herman quickly dragged the limp girl into the back of the van.

Louise, after helping Herman to lift her legs over the divider between the front seats, pressed on the gas. The van pulled over to the side of the road in front of Maddy's car. By the time the van had stopped, Herman had wrist and ankle restraints on the girl. She was coming around and he pulled at her arms locked behind her back.

"Give me her keys," Herman rasped.

Louise felt along the passenger side floor and found them and Maddy's small tote bag that doubled as her pocketbook. She handed them to Herman. He opened the side door of the van, hopped out and opened the door to the Escort. He popped the hood, tossing the tote bag and keys into the back seat of the car. He rushed around to the front, leaned over into the engine compartment and detached a small device he had earlier attached to the gas line.

Having retrieved his little radio operated toy, Herman slammed the hood lid down. He shut the door after relocking it, then jumped back into the van. Louise sped off.

Maddy was still groggy, but was returning to consciousness. When the van started to move, she felt her body rolled to the side and dropped into a long, narrow compartment. Straps were tied around her legs, waist and chest. The lid to the compartment closed. Maddy was effectively shut off from the world.

"What was with the 'I know' bullshit?" Herman accosted Louise as he climbed into the passenger seat.

"Waddya mean?" she said back.

"You know what I mean!" Herman argued loudly. "She said her name and you said 'I know'. Was that some kind of joke?"

"Oh, don't get your shorts all bunched up Herman, what's the difference?"

"The difference is you're not supposed to say anything more than you have to. Suppose I had to duck down because a car was coming.

There'd you be sitting with your thumb up your ass trying to explain to the fucking cunt how you knew her fucking name!" Herman was as close to boiling point as he could get without actually crossing the line.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Herman, chill out. I saw you making your move. I wanted to distract her, to surprise her."

"Just don't do it again, okay? I don't like it."

Louise went through a quick catalogue of things she didn't like about Herman but kept her mouth shut. It wasn't worth it. Let the old goat steam.

For the next five hours, Herman and Louise exchanged nary a word. Herman had turned on the radio which played a country western station. The rhythm of the road was soothing, and by the time they got back to the house, they had both calmed down. It was a good thing, because there was more work to do.

Louise pulled the van up to the barn and shut off the lights. Long existing protocol was to wait in the darkness for a few minutes to make sure no one had followed them. If someone had, there was no sense being caught carrying a protesting girl into the barn or standing there with the trap door open while police headlights shone on you. If a cop car pulled in, maybe they could talk their way out of it, or maybe Herman would have time to pull out the pump action shotgun.

Fake passports and plane tickets were always kept handy when they went out on a job.

Maddy felt the van come to a halt. A million things had run through her mind as she was carted off to God knows where. She had tried to keep track of the time and the direction the van had traveled in, but it had proved to be impossible. As far as Maddy knew, they could be as far away as Georgia or Kentucky, or even Virginia. They might even still be in Tennessee. The real question was what these people were going to do to her. She waited for the next development, helpless and frightened.

When Herman and Louise were satisfied they hadn't been followed, Louise pulled the van into the barn. Herman jumped out and closed the barn door. As Louise went to open the trap door, Herman entered the van and opened the compartment where Maddy lay. Maddy had just a moment to stare up into the dim light of the van's interior when Herman slapped two patches over her eyes. They had adhesive on their backs and effectively blinded Maddy's sight. She gave a little cry and tried to buck herself free of her restraints. Herman availed himself of the simple expedient of holding her nose closed with his fingers. It took about ten seconds for Maddy to appreciate her vulnerability. She didn't want to lose consciousness again. She stopped struggling.

Herman untied the straps holding Maddy into the compartment then pulled her body out. She was wearing a pair of washed out dungarees and a simple white cotton short sleeved shirt. Her shoes were sneakers. Herman lifted Maddy's body by her belt and dragged her to the door of the van. He stood her up and, pressing his shoulder into her midsection, lifted her over his shoulder.

It was only about twenty feet between the van and the trapdoor to the 'hole'. Louise had opened it and was waiting expectantly at the bottom of the stairs. Herman carefully fed the girl's body down the ladder, headfirst. It was disconcerting for Maddy to be descending to an unknown place headfirst. It didn't bode well for a prospective escape or of the intent of this couple toward her.

Finally, Maddy's body rested on the floor of the dungeon. Herman joined Louise there. Sharon was long gone. It had been six weeks since Maddy had first been spotted by Herman, and Sharon and the girl from Jackson had been sold off three weeks ago. The Daleysville girl was lying in her cage, bound as Sharon had been, looking with fear and apprehension at the latest development in her nightmare.

The Daleysville girl, Peggy Ann, was a medium sized cheerleader type. She had a perky face, all smiles and delight. She was about five feet four inches tall and was small on top. Her breast size wasn't really a problem since there were ways to correct that. What was a problem is that when they had snatched Peggy Ann, her friend, Maureen had happened upon the scene. Maureen was a nice kid, friendly, fun to have around, but she was no beauty. She was flabby around the hips and had large, fatty thighs. Her breasts were large, mostly due to her over consumption of ice cream and potatoes. She had a stubby nose and two brown, slightly crossed eyes. She was definitely blind date material.

Since they already had Peggy Ann tied and trussed and were loading her into the van, Maureen had to go too. She gave a little cry as she perceived what was happening. Luckily, Herman had the stun gun with him and one shot put Maureen on the ground, squirming and moaning. It was a simple matter to poke the .45 in her face and secure her cooperation.

Maureen, not really fat, but chunky, sat in the cell next to her shapely and desirable friend Peggy Ann. They were both gagged. It was policy to gag when more than one female was imprisoned in the hole. No sense in letting them plot an escape, as unlikely as that was.

Both Maureen and Peggy Ann watched wide-eyed as Maddy was set down on the floor. They observed with great interest as Herman produced his long, thick Bowie knife and cut away Maddy's clothes.

The knife sliced easily through the fabric. The shirt was off first, revealing a small lacy bra that pushed her soft orbs together and lifted them. That lasted another two seconds as Harman cut through the straps and pulled it from her. Maddy's breasts danced free. They were pale and firm, melon sized. The nipples were stiff with fear.

Maddy struggled and whimpered in protest of the exposure of her treasures. She was responding purely on instinct, since it was clear even to her that she had no way to resist being stripped bare.

Herman sliced through the seam of the legs of Maddy's jeans and ripped the fabric up to her hip. Once the belt and zipper had been undone, it was a simple matter to slice through the crotch and pull the pants off. That left Maddy lying on the dungeon floor naked except for her tiny, blue thong panties. Her ankles were still tied together, but Herman was able to spread her knees apart and slice through the gussets. Maddy was now completely unclothed, bare, except for the tape across her mouth and the patches over her eyes.

"She's a keeper all right," Louise said as she took in the thick, but graceful form of the young girl, a Diana type. Herman was staring at her too. He yearned to put his stiff dick between those creamy thighs, feel the girl's heels digging into his back. He loved long legs. Why the hell he had ever married Louise was beyond recollection.

"Come on," Herman replied. "Let's get her into a cage. Help me stand her up."

Louise and Herman both grabbed one of Maddy's confined arms and lifted her from the floor. Maddy had heard something about a cage and her knees started to tremble. She sagged as the two captors held her in their arms. The tape was suddenly ripped from her mouth, burning her lips. Maddy took a deep breath through her mouth. She was about to begin to plead and beg for freedom when she felt a thick leather object prod at her lips. Foolishly, she opened her mouth to protest and the object was jammed inside. It was a long, thick leather plug that reached almost to the back of her mouth. She tried to expel it as she felt its straps tied off behind her head.

The hands were next. Herman took his knife and placed it directly over Maddy's windpipe. She felt its sharp edge and knew she was being remonstrated to keep still and cooperate. Louise unfastened the hands and applied thick leather bracelets to her wrists. Maddy felt something circle her neck and heard a 'click' as a collar was locked in place. Louise affixed a chain to one bracelet and, running it through the hook in the collar, locked it to the leather bracelet.

Herman stroked his rough hands along the girl's sides, caressing her flanks. Her skin was smooth and warm. The girl shuddered at his touch. He lifted her elbows away from her body so he could get a better look at the delicate orbs that hung there. If Louise were not there, he would have affixed his lips to one of them. He did lay his hand under one and lift it, feeling its weight, squeezing it softly to assess its firmness. Herman was pleased by both exercises.

"Come on," Louise complained. "Let's get her caged. I'm hungry."

Herman lamented his partner's presence. "Okay, okay," he answered sullenly. "Open up one of them."

Louise unlocked the cage next to Maureen. Maureen shied back as the woman stepped near her. Louise chuckled. "Don't worry, cunt, this time we're not here for you."

With the cage door open, Herman forced Maddy to her knees, unfastened the ankle restraints and pulled her along by her hair.

When she was opposite the cage door, he ripped the patches off her eyes. Maddy was startled at his actions and it took a moment for eyes to become accustomed to the light. When she had, she saw the yawning cage before her. She had heard the couple speaking, but hardly believed what she was hearing. Now the reality was directly in front of her. She was going to be placed in a cage. She looked quickly to her right and saw other women similarly confined. It was like some gothic horror story. She couldn't believe it. Caged women?

What for?

Maddy didn't have long to contemplate that question as she felt heavy hands pushing her toward the cage door. Bound and gagged as she was, outnumbered by her two strong and determined captors, Maddy had little spirit for resistance. Choking back a sob, she crawled forward on her knees and entered her tiny prison. The door slammed shut behind her and was locked.

Prev Next