The Search for Claire

by Harold

- provided for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls.
- do not use without the author's permission.


Author's note: This story is a sequel to Mock Rape, Inc. It might work as a stand alone story, but I would recommend reading Mock Rape, Inc. first in order to really understand what's going on, since this story assumes you already know why Claire is missing, why Malcolm is abducting women, and who Grace, Mike, and Manfred are.
Warning from SirJeff: This story contains very intense cruelty near it's ending!





Part 9. Stabled.


The car stopped and the engine was shut off. Shortly thereafter the trunk lid opened. Amy began screaming at Malcolm, who did not reply. She felt a pressure against her thigh, followed by a sharp pain, and blacked out. When Amy awoke, she was naked. She was kneeling in what appeared to be a stall. The wooden walls on either side of her did not go all the way to the ceiling, although the wall behind her did. She was chained by the neck to that wall. The chain was short and she didn't have enough slack to stand or sit. She could only kneel or squat. The door to the front of her stall was open and she could see across the room to another stall opposite. Its door was also open and it was unoccupied. Amy's hands were tied behind her. She was kneeling in straw and she couldn't decide which was worse, the straw or the bare concrete under it. Each provided its own discomfort to her sore knees. She tried shifting her weight to find a more comfortable position, and discovered that everything hurt. What had been done to her? This didn't look like Malcolm's building. Where was she? At least she wasn't gagged. She began yelling. A man she had never seen before entered her stall carrying what she thought might be a stun gun. Now she thought she knew what had been done to her. The man ignored her questions and demands. Speaking not a word, he walked up to her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He pressed the stun gun against her breast and pulled the trigger. Amy's entire body exploded in pain When Amy awoke the next time, she was in the same place, on her knees leaning against the wall to which she was chained. Amy was now truly frightened. The man who had stunned her was not Malcolm. The stun gun he had used on her had produced the most painful experience of her life. It had taken a while to recover from its effects and she was still a bit confused, but her recovery this time had been different from her first awakening here. That had been more like regaining consciousness or awakening from sleep. This was more like what she imagined recovering from an epileptic fit would be like. What had been done to her on the trip over must have been something different. Amy knelt in her stall. As uncomfortable as the position was, it was the best she could achieve. She waited. She was afraid to call out again. After what seemed a considerable period of time, nothing had changed. The building she was in was eerily silent. Once she had heard a clink of chain and wondered if there were other women here, chained as she was. If so, they were being very quiet, not unlike herself. She must be at Sebastian's place. It was too much to believe that this had just randomly happened to her. Malcolm must have paid them abduct and train her. If so, the man she had seen must be Sebastian's partner. She wondered if she would see Claire here. Time passed. Amy was beginning to wonder if she would see anyone at all. More time passed. Footsteps were approaching. The man who had stunned her came into view. "Please...," Amy started to speak, then stopped abruptly as a second person came into view. The man was leading a woman by a chain around her neck. She was naked, with her hands tied behind her. Her hair was matted with sweat and although tears streamed down her face she made no sound. Her breasts were red and swollen. The man glowered at Amy, then led the woman into the stall opposite Amy. She knelt and was chained to the wall. The man closed the door to her stall, obscuring Amy's vision. The walls rang with an ear splitting wail, then silence returned. The door to the woman's stall was opened and the man emerged. The woman was kneeling within, stiffly erect, eyes cast down, tears dripping from her nose and chin. The man crossed the hall to Amy. "I see you're going to insist on learning the hard way," he said as he unclipped the stun gun from his belt. Learn what, Amy wondered? She tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to go. He repeated his performance of the previous occasion, pulling Amy's head back by her hair. This time he placed the gun against her other breast, paused to let her contemplate what he was about to do, then pulled the trigger. Once again her entire body was filled with incredible pain. She lost control of her muscles and slumped against the wall. When Amy recovered enough to look about, she saw that the other woman was still kneeling in the opposite stall. She did not appear to have moved at all, although Amy noted that her hair and skin were now dry. Amy was now beginning to understand Ingrid and Trish. She would gladly spend an evening as a pony girl, even in a total control bridle, if only they would stop doing this to her. Amy wondered if she could attract the attention of the woman. First she tried relatively innocuous things that she hoped wouldn't get her in trouble. She squirmed about and rattled her chain. She tried inhaling and exhaling noisily. The woman didn't react. Amy's efforts so far had produced no adverse consequences, so she tried hissing quietly. Still no reaction. Amy grew bolder. "Psst...pssst...PSSST." Footsteps. The man entered the other woman's stall and closed the door. Another horrific shriek filled the room. The door opened. The man approached Amy again with the stun gun. Once again he seized her by the hair. He took her lower lip between thumb and forefinger and pulled down sharply. Amy opened her mouth and the man put the end of the stun gun inside, pressing it into her tongue. A perverse little corner of her mind observed that people seemed to be putting a lot of things in her mouth lately. The rest of her mind was too frightened to comment. The man held her in this position for a few moments, savoring the terror in her eyes, then pulled the trigger. The increased conductivity in her mouth made the effect of the jolt even worse. Amy's body was consumed by a level of agony that exceeded all experience or expectation. The woman in the other stall did not appear to have moved even an eyelash when Amy was next in a condition to observe her. Amy began to realize that the woman had been placed there for her benefit, if you could use that word in this context. Whenever Amy was punished, she would be punished as well. Amy decided to try another tactic. She knelt stiffly erect in the same manner as the other woman, trying to remain utterly still. Amy wondered how the other woman was able to do it. She had been kneeling there without moving much longer than Amy. The desire to fidget was nearly overpowering, but Amy decided that if this other woman could do it, then she could. It seemed to take forever, but finally she heard footsteps. The man came into Amy's stall, bypassing the other woman. "I'm glad to see you finally caught on. Took you long enough." Amy didn't move or answer. The man had a slight accent. She would have remembered that voice if she'd ever heard it before, but she hadn't. The man was a total stranger. "Your sister was a slow learner, too." "Claire? Where is she? What have you done with her?" The man's hand lashed out, slapping Amy hard on the cheek and knocking her head against the wall, then he waited, hands on hips, until Amy once again knelt erect. He crossed the hall and paid another visit to the other woman, who gave voice to a long ululating wail even more horrifying than her previous screams. Returning to Amy, he placed the tip of the stun gun to her lips. Amy fearfully opened her mouth. When she could move again, Amy painfully resumed emulating the immobility of the woman in the other stall. After yet another forever, the footsteps returned. "Learned your lesson yet?" Amy nodded, afraid to speak. Once again, the man held the gun to Amy's lips. Tears streaming down her face, Amy opened her mouth to be tortured. The man slid the end of the gun into Amy's mouth, waited for her fear to reach a peak, then withdrew it without pulling the trigger. "You've passed your first test," the man informed her. He unlocked the chain around her neck, replaced it with a heavy collar, then locked the end of the chain to the collar, allowing her a little more slack between her neck and the wall. "Lie down." The chain was just long enough for Amy to rest her head on the floor. "Cross your ankles." Amy complied and he bound them tightly with a short length of rope. "Now get some sleep. You're going to need it." The man crossed over to the other woman's stall, unhooked her chain, and led her away. She limped painfully, but hurried to keep up with the man's brisk pace.