How many times had it been now? The constant running, the ever prevalent failures, and the increasing rate of capture... She'd fought, and escaped from ponies who'd tried on a few occasions to kidnap her for whatever they wanted her for. She even maimed a few others who were daring enough to go toe-to-toe with her out in the wilds. Now though, she was back in the clutches of some pony she didn't know the name, face, or general identity of.

She'd decided to take a trip out to Manehatten, five days at best, to catch up with her younger, half-sister. They talked, caught up, and filled in the blanks of what was missing for one another for a bit. Days were spent just getting close to one another again after Latch left what felt like so long ago for her sister. Movies, dinners, walks, and generally hanging out with one another made up the brunt of their activities.

By the end of the fourth day, nearing her final day in Manehatten, she'd bid her sister a good night after she hailed a cab and got a ride back home. Latch, not wanting to gouge more of her bits, walked back instead. Through the bustling streets, and through some similar, but side streets she was familiar with. It wasn't long until she felt like there were a set of eyes on her, boring into her head. She couldn't find out who was watching, nor did she made it apparent she knew, but she weaved and attempted out-maneuver them.

However, she was the one who was out-maneuvered instead. A pegasus, getting the drop on her, dive bombed Latch and slammed her into an alley. Things went to black for her, and she was out for a number of hours. By the time she'd come to, she'd felt herself restricted in a very uncomfortable way. Cuffs around her ankles and wrists, linked to singular bars that connected from her ankles to what she assumed was a collar around her neck. It was tight, uncomfortable, and chafed against her skin.

By the time she'd taken stock of her predicament, snorting and huffing around her gag, she'd wobbled from side to side in an attempt to break free. Pain became prevalent as she felt something clipped tightly to her clit waver with each rock. However, the immediate moment she tried, a set of hoofsteps came her way and pressed on something in front of her. She squealed in pain, convulsing briefly in place as an electricity surged through her body for a couple short seconds. When it finally ended, Latch huffed and whined, but remained still.

From what she felt, and from the large discomfort felt at certain points on her body, coupled with her body feeling tender from the brief, yet moderate shock, she was well aware that she was on display... somewhere. With how she felt something riding up against her back, and the slight tapping against the bar lining her left, she figured that it was some manner of heavy duty, leather leash that was attached to what she was sat against. A small bit of wind graced her mons, making her shiver slightly as she drooled around the gag that was in her mouth.

It went deep, tracing over her more sensitive flesh. She whined again, rocking about for a short second and taking note of something... something that made her feel full, stuffed into her behind. Her pucker felt a bit raw as well, indicating that it was at least another point of where she was shocked from. As she'd finished rocking about, hoofsteps approached again. Freezing in place, Latch inhaled sharply as she readied for another fit of shock-induced convulsing.

A hand then went beneath her chin, cupping it as her head was tilted back. As quickly as it came, it went, and she felt it brush through her forever-knotted, and messy mane. "Shh, don't be afraid, pony" a feminine voice crooned into her ear. "Consider that first shock as a warning of what will come if you don't behave. I've heard many things about you, how you've escaped and gotten the upper hand on those that tried to capture you."

"There will be no more of that, however. Your bonds will make well sure of that, understand?" She added, her voice quickly dropping as the hand tugged uncomfortably at Latch's mane.

Latch, huffing again and whining quietly, nodded her head slightly, and slowly. The hand retreated, letting her relax as she was left against her... post, or whatever she was against.

"Good pony," the female voice said simply. "Now, look presentable and keep those legs nice and wide. We've got guests coming to look over the merchandise..."

Author's Note

Another short one. Sometimes you just write, and never look back.