As Alicia felt herself coming out of her post-orgasmic faint, for a few seconds she was filled with the delirious hope that the nightmare was over and she was back in her own bedroom. But when she peered through her bleary eyes she saw the gloomy woods and the posts and stone floor of the pillory with its damning words. The rod rising up through the middle of the grating had been extended once again and the phallus was back inside her with its sprung fingers teasing her sore orifices, so that she was strung up by chains and impaled by brass once more. The rubber ball of the gag was also back between her lips, stifling any sound she made.

But Ed and Harry had gone, leaving only the aching memory of them inside her and their slimy sperm seeping out of her vagina and anus and down her thighs to remember them by. They had had their fun and now they had left her alone again.

No, nobody had left her because there was nobody there, she reminded herself. This was a dream not reality. But then why couldn't she wake up?

Unless this actually was a real place? But where? And how had she got here? No, it must be a nightmare. It was the only thing that made sense. Now if she could get out of it...

She heard a shuffling of feet and a creaking and squeaking of wheels from behind her. Awkwardly she swung herself around; screwing the dildo up into her she did so, and saw a bent, middle-aged man dressed in the same rustic style Ed and Harry had been wearing appear out of the mouth of a pathway. He was pulling an ancient handcart behind him which was piled with cut wood.

He stopped when he saw her splayed wide in the pillory and grinned. He parked his cart beside the pillory and stepped up onto its platform.

'My, but you're a fine strong young thing,' he observed, looking her over as if she was a horse, patting her buttocks and squeezing her thighs to test their strength without any sign of embarrassment. 'I can make better use of you than leaving you here going wanting...' He looked her in the eye and she looked back into his lined and weather-beaten face. 'I've an aching back and a load to haul. Would you rather be old Hobbes's pony than wait for the next beating by young men with pricks to exercise?' And he squeezed her breasts as if to encourage her to choose.

What an offer to make, Alicia thought with a shudder. But if Hobbes unchained her then maybe she could get away. Perhaps, symbolically, that was what she needed to do to escape from this nightmare. He didn't look as if he could run very fast. Or would she rather imagine another and beating and screwing from people like Harry and Ed? She nodded her head vigorously.

But she had underestimated Hobbes's thoroughness and caution.

He took a bundle of straps and brass rings and buckles down from a beam which he proceeded to buckle about her body before he freed her from the chains and impaling phallus. The straps formed a harness, crossing over her shoulders and going above and below her breasts. A pair of chains with hooks on their ends dangled from the harness belt down the sides of her bare thighs. Only when this was buckled tight about her did he free her wrists from their cuffs. He bent her stiff arms down and back behind her, twisting them up into the small of her back and buckling straps hanging from the back of the harness about her wrists, securing her them behind her.

Now Alicia stood with her legs splayed and her upper body bound by straps, feeling the chances of escape diminishing by the second while her sense of helpless shame increased. But it got even worse.

From a pair of hooks where it hung along the line of one of the roof beams, Hobbes took down a curious metre long wooden pole with a brass wheel on one end and a double-pronged phallus and dangling hook and chain on the other. He bent Alicia forward and pushed the double pronged dildo head up into her still sticky rectum and vagina and making her gasp in despair. The trailing hook he fastened to the waist belt of harness, holding the dildos in place within her so that the pole jutted out backwards from between her buttock cheeks like a tail with its wheel resting on the ground. She tried to straighten up but its length and angle kept her bent forward.

Hobbes took down a leather collar from the pillory collection and buckled that about her neck. Then he snapped a brass chain leash to it. Then he selected a short leather braided whip from the array on offer and dragged it across her breasts, making her shudder.

'You be good, girl, or I'll toast your tits with this,' he warned her.

Alicia nodded miserably.

Only then did he free her ankles from the floor ring. She had merely exchanged one form of bondage for another. Getting away was not going to be as easy as she had thought.

'This way, girl,' Hobbes's commanded, giving her leash a jerk.

Pulling her aching legs together Alicia tottered after him as he led out of the pillory and over to his cart, having to remain bent forward as the tail pole wheel trailing behind her rattled on the stones and bounced down the steps, jerking and twisting the twin dildo prongs within her painfully. Hobbes backed her around until she stood between its shafts with her tail wheel resting between them, and lifted the shafts up until he could hook the chains trailing from her waist belt to heavy staples hammered into their handles. She felt the weight of it dragging her down. How could an imaginary load of wood feel so heavy?

'Let's see how well you can haul a cart, girl,' Hobbes said. 'I don't want you spilling the load...'

He led her once round the pillory with her leaning forward to tow the cart after her, acutely aware of her intimately plugged pole wheel rattling along after taunting and teasing her passageways. She felt her nipples beginning to stand up hard while her pussy flowed with fresh lubrication at this strange stimulation, causing her cheeks to burn with shame. Was there no escape from humiliation?

But Hobbes simply grinned and flicked her hard nipples and dipped his gnarled finger in her wet cleft and said, 'Now that's how a pony girl should respond when she gets between the shafts...'

Clearly he thought this was a perfectly normal way to treat a woman. What kind of place was this? Alicia whimpered and chewed on her gag, trying to indicate that she wanted to speak.

'If take this out will you be polite?' Hobbes asked.

She nodded. It seemed that everybody here required her to be polite.

He pulled her gag out.

'Please, Sir,' she asked meekly, 'what is this place called?'

'This is Somnoria of course, girl. Where else did you think you were?'

Somnoria was the name of the shop where she had bought the Korrector bed...

'Now get along there,' Hobbes said, flicking his whip across her bottom.

And he set off along one of the paths that wound away through the trees, leading Alicia grunting and straining under her load after him, dripping her shameful juices as she went.