Hinami got herself seriously jammed up this time.  Nobody messes with the Countess.  Not even @AzuraRae is ballsy enough for that.  Now that the Countess has her, Hinami is doomed to an eternity of getting painfully fucked in every conceivable way, tormented like a medieval dungeon dweller, constant sensory deprivation, and extreme bondage even I couldn’t handle.  And that’s just when the Countess is in a good mood.  Someone would have to be bat-shit-crazy to try to help that poor doomed bitch.

Luckily for Hinami, I’m a little bit crazy and a thrill seeker.  I can’t resist the stakes of this gamble.  If I fuck up, I lose it all.  That kind of captivity is so oppressive it doesn’t even really qualify as submission.  But if I pull it off, well….then I have Hinami exactly where I want her.  Where I’ve always wanted her.  Helpless and in my debt, big time.

Fuck it.  I’m doing it.

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Nobody breaks into the Countess’s castle.  Unlike Hinami’s, there aren’t any hidden entrances or weak entry points to exploit.  It’s like my own farm, totally locked down, only on a much larger and grander scale.  The ONLY area where security is low enough to make entry is at the stables.  That’s where the Countess’s most docile, and most lovely, captives are trained into perfect show ponies.  Don’t misunderstand, the security on the stables is substantial.  It’s just turned inward, to prevent a pony from getting out.  It’s not looking for anyone trying to break in.  Which is exactly what I’m going to do.

But I still needed to lay some groundwork.  Using stealth and distance, I safely surveilled the stables for days.  I was able to identify an employee who did not live on the grounds.  He was a pony trainer.  I used my local connections with the Kentucky equestrian industry to get the background on him.  He used to train champion thoroughbreds.  Now he trains thoroughly helpless beauties acquired by the Countess.  Only the best for the Countess.  I learned his routine.  I would usually confront him in his home and use the whole “Batman” intimidation technique.  That won’t work on anyone in the Countess’s employ.  They’d be more scared of her than of anything I could threaten. 

Instead, I let him pick me up in a bar.  I made him think I was having a good time while I was using his biometrics to make a copy of his phone data.  The asshole’s password was actually “1-2-3-4-5-6.”  Now came the risky part.  I had to play the submissive.  Of course that’s who I am, but not when I’m in my “tactical-Tina-mode.”  On an operation, I have to pretend to be a Dominant.  So here I am, a submissive, pretending to be a dominant who is pretending to be a submissive pony-slut-wannabe.

Thank God men are idiots and see what they want to see.  It didn’t take much for me to get him to decide I was an easy mark.  He spiked my drink.  I had to hide my satisfaction as I drank it all.  “You’re mine now little Philly,” he said as my eyes got heavy and I began slumping into the couch.

“No dirtbag.  YOU got played.  And the Countess is going to fucking fuck you up when she realizes it.”

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Here’s how I woke up.

Naked and stretched by my wrists from a chain anchored above in the rafters.  The pony trainer had brought me to the Countess’s stables as I expected.  I’m in.  But there’s a small problem.  I’m not in the main stable.  This is some smaller out-building that he must use as an office or for special projects.  Also, my arms are cuffed in custom leather suspension cuffs.  They’re beautiful and highly effective.  They displace the pressure of my weight all across my forearms making my suspension entirely comfortable.  But even as their wide surface area provides comfort, it also makes it impossible to slip my hands out of them.  A quick glance reveals shiny silver padlocks.  I’ll need to get down off of this chain so I can find the key.  I shift my weight and that’s when I notice my ankles are also tethered together by short leather straps.

“Shit.”  I’m stuck for the moment.  And then I hear the pony trainer approaching.

“Hello Tina.  (I used my real first name.)  You’re awake.  Sooner than I expected.  I’d have had this bit in your mouth, otherwise.  I can’t have my personal pony neighing and disturbing the Countess’s animals.”  Ah-ha.  He didn’t bring me here for the Countess.  He means to keep me for himself.  That means I’m “off the books.”  Nobody knows I’m here.

Perfect.

“What’s going on?  Let me go.”  I barely try to sell those lines.  Like I said before, this idiot man is going to see what he expects to see.  Just a damsel.

“You made a big mistake Tina.  And you’re going to pay for that for the rest of your life.”  I begin light struggling so that my bare tits bounce.  I watch his eyes track my nipples like a cat watching reflected light bounce around a room.  He can’t help himself.  He steps closer as he brags about his dominance.  Once he’s close enough, I spring into action.

“Garhhhhrrruuuckkkkk……”

That’s the guttural shriek of a pussy who thought he was a bad ass getting surprised by a short leather strap suddenly locking around his throat.  I lifted my legs high and launched my bound ankles to either side of his neck.  The tether between my ankles was just long enough to me to wrap it all the way around his neck, but I DID have to squeeze it.  Once my ankles were behind his head I crossed them to tighten it further and lock it in place.  The pony trainer staggered in closer and underneath me.  He grasped at the tight leather trying to dig his fingers underneath it, but there was zero slack.  I have him beaten, but I still want to use him so I have to be fast.  Before he passes out, I pull myself up using my arms and stand up on his shoulders.  Weak and off balance as he is, I’m light enough and using the chains to balance enough that he is just able to stay struggling on his feet.  Just what I needed.  From my now elevated position, I’m able to unhook my wrist chains from the cable they’re suspended from.  I grab the cable with my hands and hold myself up with my arms.  Then I twist at my knees and cross my ankles harder.  The pony trainer stops struggling and I release the strap.  He collapses in the straw.  I lower myself and drop the final foot to the ground next to him. 

Now I’m inside the Countess’s security, and the only person who knows it won’t wake up for hours.  But he might be missed sooner than that, so I need to hurry.

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(Time for me to break the 5th wall.  It’s tax season and I’m busy as fuck.  So I’m not going to write the details of how I got to Himani.  Just assume it was lots of cool Black Widow espionage shit, please.  Thanks!)

“No, Princess, I’m not removing the gag.  We’re not out of the woods yet, and I still don’t trust you not to do something stupid like scream.”  We were very much still in danger.  I was still naked and unequipped.  I’d rescued Hinami from her cell but we were now hiding out in the same secondary stable building the pony trainer had brought me to.  If he intended to keep me there without the Countess noticing, it is the best place I can think of for us to hide out for now.  “I had to kick the shit out of a few guards to reach you and I doubt that will remain unnoticed for long.  We’re going to have to wait right here for little while.”

Hinami’s initial look of gratitude at my intervention in her situation was already used up.  She was regaining her dominant attitude.  I could already feel it affecting my submissive instincts.  I had to focus on remaining in tactical-mode.

“I’d LOVE to spend some time exploring every sexy leather-clad crevasse of your body, Princess, but I have work to do to complete our escape.”  I set Hinami down in a corner, still bound but now un-hooded, and got to work on the pony trainer’s phone.

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After about an hour of hacking, I used the self-driving function to bring the pony trainer’s car into the stable.  I tied up Hinami EXTRA tight and packed her into he trunk, making sure she had no ability to squirm or kick or draw any attention to herself.  I loaded the semi-conscious and also bound pony trainer into the front seat behind the wheel.  I sat in the back seat, still naked, with a bit gag and my hands behind my back.

I programmed the route for the car.  It drove to the perimeter checkpoint.  Alarms still had not been sounded.  So I had the car stop.  The guard casually walked to the drivers side and tapped on the pitch black tinted window.  I lowered the window a crack.  Using AI and samples of his voice from his phone, I played a message in the pony trainer’s voice.

“Done for today.  I’m just taking this pony out for some road work.”  From studying the records on his phone, I’d learned that it was not at all unusual for him to take a pony out into the country for endurance training.  To sell the story, I lowered my window enough for the guard to look in and see what he expected to see, a naked pony girl, gagged and bound.  The guard nodded.  I raised the windows with the phone behind my back, and the car continued on through the gate.

(It looks like I rescued you Hinami.  Just as you asked.  Just as you BEGGED, actually.  So….what shall we do now?? 😊)

THE END???

(Special thanks for the use of art created by @PrincessHinami and @DeviousDevAIce )