The Unicorn Collector

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“Yes?” crackled the voice from the intercom. “May I help you?”

“Hi, Penny Beale here,” Penny said, leaning out out of her car window, “I’m here to do the piece on your collection.”

“You’re late,” said the voice curtly, “but do come in.”

There was a low rumble as the large metal gates swung open. Penny put her car into first gear and guided the red Mini up the path towards the manor house.

Late indeed! she thought indignantly. It wasn’t her fault that the postcode she’d been given covered half the county. It was a wonder she had made it here at all.

She found an innocuous looking space to park and took a moment to compose herself. Penny was something of a minor internet celebrity, she’d started when she was twenty one and in the intervening years had built up tens of thousands of followers worldwide. She dabbled in a lot of different areas such as art, videos and podcasts all centred around the fantasy genre with a special interest in magical creatures. Today she was hoping to try her hand at a new discipline; journalism. While searching for new avenues to explore she had happened across Julia Bass who claimed to own the greatest collection of unicorns in the world. Sensing an opportunity Penny had reached out her with the hopes of featuring her collection across one or more of her platforms as well as interviewing the lady herself. While Julia had seemed a little confused about what all these social media platforms were for she had agreed to an interview and some photos.

Penny glanced down at her phone, more interested in the battery than any of the dozens of messages or alerts. 62% was not ideal, the extra time as her satnav had taken it’s toll, but it would probably do. The phone was her life, today more than ever, as it was to be her camera, dictaphone and notebook. Satisfied she approached the house. She paused to take a photo of ornate door knockers, predictably shaped like a unicorn’s head, before taking hold and bringing the ring hard against the door three times. After a few moments wait the door swung open revealing her host. Julia was something of a recluse so Penny had found very little on her beforehand, not even a picture. Julia Bass was an elegant lady in her late forties with deep brown eyes and high, sharp cheekbones. Her red hair was pulled back into a neat bun and she wore a burgundy vintage dress that came all the way down to her ankles with black patent court shoes. Instantly a look of cold disdain flashed across her face. In contrast to her host’s immaculate appearance Penny wore comfy trainers, ripped jeans and an old black t-shirt depicting a dragon while her dirty blond hair fell loosely around her shoulders.

“Good afternoon Penelope,” Julia said stiffly, “welcome to my home.”

“Thank you, I’m so happy you agreed to meet,” Penny said. “And please, everyone calls me Penny.”

“I shall continue with Penelope if it’s all the same to you, it wouldn’t be proper for us to be too familiar. If you’ll forgive me, I’m surprised your editor was happy for you to attend this meeting attired as you are.”

“Oh, I don’t have an ‘editor,'” Penny paused. There was Jeff, her regular collaborator who helped edit her videos but she was sure that Julia was speaking in the sense of traditional publishing. “I work for myself and have control over my own content.”

“I see. That may be why I found it so difficult to track down your publication. You made it sound as if you had a national circulation. “

“I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m purely online. However I have just under thirty thousand followers internationally if that makes you feel better?”

“Of course,” said Julia, cracking the smallest of smiles, “happy to help out an up-and-comer. Now do come in. I was thinking we could have afternoon tea and then I’ll take you round the collection.”

“Thank you although I prefer coffee if that’s OK.”

Julia’s smile vanished instantly, “I’m afraid that I will only be serving tea this afternoon.”

Julia led the way to the conservatory where the afternoon tea had been laid out. The ornate china teapot and matching cups were Penny’s first glimpse at the famous collection as each depicted a majestic unicorn. Next to it stood a tiered stand with cucumber sandwiches and a selection of small pastries. Despite her protests a cup of tea was poured and sat untouched in-front of Penny. She absent mindedly nibbled on a sandwich while starting off the interview with Julia.

“Goldfinder Hall has been in my family for generations. My parents were very enthusiastic about the races so they owned and bred many fine horses. I’ll be sure to show you the stables today. Even though there are no horses any more they’re still a sight to behold. I know it sounds like every girls dream to be around so many magnificent animals but after a while it all felt a little mundane and I dreamed of something more fanciful. I had read so many fantasy stories and I began to dream of what it would be like to own my very own unicorn.”

“I was the same,” Penny said, “I didn’t have anything like this growing istanbul Escort Bayan up but my parents got me a horse that I’d ride evenings and weekends. I loved him dearly but I secretly wished I could be riding a unicorn or a dragon instead.”

Penny had hoped that that they could bond over the common ground but Julia seemed more irritated by the interruption. It seemed that Julia was a traditionalist and this extended to the dynamic between interviewer and subject. It seemed that from the moment she had arrived she had gotten off on the wrong foot and it was only Julia’s duty as a good host that had stopped her from throwing Penny out the door. Penny resigned herself to the fact that she and Julia were never going to be friends and it would be best to finish the interview as quickly and painlessly as possible.

“So after I inherited the estate,” Julia said, picking up the thread of her story, “I decided not to continue with the horses. Instead I decided to indulge my love of unicorns and I set to about collecting all the artwork that I could. I have travelled far and wide for some of these pieces, they are my life’s work.”

“I’d love to see the collection,” Penny said eagerly.

“So you shall. Are you sure you don’t want to drink your tea Penelope?”

Penny took a sip as a concession to her host but without any enthusiasm. Julia finally admitted defeat and took her through the the gallery. They entered by a security door while Julia explained abut the precise environmental conditions that had to be maintained. Once they were inside Penny was awed by the gallery. It was a vast room that, true to its reputation contained a truly incredible collection. Glass cases contained all manner of figurines, paintings hung on the walls and in pride of place was a ten foot tall marble statue. Julia smiled as Penny moved from exhibit to exhibit with a childlike gleam in her eye.

“I’m rather proud of this one,” Julia said, drawing attention to a painting. “It’s a Fire Unicorn, my spirit animal.”

“I love it!”

“Now let me show you my favourite.”

Julia led the way to a glass case containing a single porcelain figurine. It depicted a unicorn that was white with a rainbow mane running down its back. This unicorn however looked unhappy. Its head was contained in a harness, its mouth filled with a bit while chains held it in place. The plaque read ‘Captured Unicorn.’

“This is horrible!” Penny remarked in disgust, “How can she be your favourite?”

“Because she is mine. Like every unicorn in this collection she will only be free when I allow it.”

Penny had focused so intently on the figurine that she lost sight of what Julia was doing. She jumped in surprise as Julia grabbed her from behind while forcing a damp cloth over her mouth and nose. Penny let out a muffled scream as she fought against her host. But Julia’s arm held her firm and she weakened every second she inhaled the fumes. As the world went black and Penny’s limp body slid to the floor she heard Julia mutter, “you should have just drunk the tea.”

Penny moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. What happened? she thought, was I drugged? This was the nightmare scenario for anyone in her line of work. Someone would notice she was missing soon and send help. Help was coming wasn’t it? Her mind still swirling Penny racked her brains trying to think who she had told she was coming here today. Her house-mate Mia? No, she’d mentioned that she was going out to do an interview but hadn’t given a name or address. What about Jeff? She worked with him closely on the content, surely she must have said something to him? But again, all she’d said was that she was going to have something to show him when she got back. She scolded herself for not taking precautions but she hadn’t for one second considered that a middle aged lady in a country house could be any threat to her.

As Penny slowly regained her senses she began to take in her surroundings. She realised that she had be stripped and was now wearing nothing but her knickers, today’s choice was My Little Pony. She wished she could have been wearing a less embarrassing pair but is there any way to retrain your dignity if you’re being stripped while unconscious? She was in a seated position and she found her wrists and ankles were held in place by leather straps while another was wrapped round her body. The chair reminded her of one from the hairdressers and as her vision came back into focus the first thing she saw was her own reflection in a large mirror. And standing right behind her was Julia, now wearing a white smock.

“Penelope,” she said, “I see you’re awake.”

“What happened?” Penny asked groggily.

“Chloroform,” Julia said bluntly. “It’s you’re own fault you ungrateful little brat. If you’d just drunk you tea like a good girl we could have avoided this unpleasantness. You could have taken your little nap in the conservatory like I had planned. Instead you forced me to render you unconscious in the gallery which was a lot messier.”

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“Because I have plans for you dear Penelope. When you first contacted me I thought I may have found a kindred spirit. Now I’ve met you I can’t say I’m all that impressed but I still think you have potential. Let me mould you and I can transform you into something truly special.”

“No!” Penny cried, “Let me go!

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. This will be easier if you don’t fight me.”

Julia produced a pair of electric hair clippers. Penny struggled, trying to move her head as far away from the loud buzzing as she could but there was nowhere to go. Julia took her head firmly on one hand and set to work. Penny’s blonde hair tumbled to the floor in great locks. When it was done Penny looked hopelessly at her reflection. All of her hair was not gone as Julia had left her with a single strip of hair that ran from the front of her head all the way down her back.

“There, don’t you look much better now?” Julia said as she brushed away the fallen hair from her shoulders, from her breasts and what had fallen onto her My Little Pony knickers.

“I’ll never understand your generation,” Julia muttered. “Why you Millennials can’t wear grown up underwear is beyond me.”

All Penny could do was to stare open mouthed at the newly shaven head in the mirror.

Once the hair was clear Julia was ready for the next stage. She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and proceeded to produce a set of brightly coloured dyes. One by one she applied them to Penny’s hair, transforming what was left into a rainbow mohawk. Penny was found herself unable to resist and just watched the transformation. When she had finished Julia stepped back to admire her work.

“Now we need to let the colour set,” she said, “I have a few more things I need to do to you but I’m afraid it’s better for you to take another nap.”

“No, please…” Penny began but her pleas were cut short when by Julia placing another chloroform soaked cloth over her nose and mouth. She barely struggled before everything went black.

This time Penny awoke lying on the floor. Her eyes fluttered open and after a moment of disorientation she realised she had been moved again. Now she lay in one of the stables that Julia had promised to show her. There had been some effort to make the one she was in comfortable including a bed made of blankets and some while plastic mats on the floor. Julia had apparently changed her clothes while she was unconscious and she was wearing what seemed to be a white unitard.

As her senses returned Penny felt a strange pressure on her forehead. Her hands groped up and to her horror she found something attached there. She slid her fingers up and down the new appendage feeling all the bumps and groves. It seemed almost like…

“It’s your horn Penelope,” Julia said flatly. “Please don’t pull at it. I glued it on and your liable to do yourself an injury.”

“Why?” Penny muttered.

“Oh come on now, I know your not the sharpest but it should be obvious by now.”

Penny struggled to bring her mind back into focus. Then all of a sudden it hit her.

“I’m a unicorn!” she exclaimed. The hair, the unitard, the horn, it all made sense now.

“Not yet,” said Julia, “while you will undoubtedly be my masterpiece you are still very much a work in progress. But you will not just be any unicorn dear Penelope, I will make you into my favourite unicorn.”

A terrible thought flashed though Penny’s mind as she remembered what Julia had shown her as her favourite item in the collection.

“No!” Penny cried, “you can’t do this to me!”

“I think I’ve heard enough out of you.”

From a nearby shelf Julia picked up what looked like a horses bit with pink leather straps. Penny very clearly remembered that feature from the figurine.

“Don’t you dare,” she said, “get that thing away from me you psycho bitch!”

But her protests fell on deaf ears as Julia forced the bit into her mouth and fastened the straps securely round her head.

She pushed Penny’s onto her front. Her fingers slipped through a preprepared round hole in the unitard where she proceeded to to push something into it. Penny moaned and looked over her shoulder helplessly to see a bright pink plug disappearing inside her. At the end were rainbow coloured strands, it was her tail.

“There,” she said, giving Penny a playful pat on the bottom and flicked the tail absent mindedly, “doesn’t that feel better”

But all Penny could do was moan hopelessly into the gag.

“Your choice in underwear from earlier got me thinking. The ponies you like all have a special mark so I started to think what special mark I could give you. Since you insist on calling yourself ‘Penny’ I thought this would be appropriate.”

Julia brought out a makeshift branding iron and at the end was set a one penny coin with the portcullis side facing out. Penny’s eyes widened when she saw it and she tried to shake her head vigorously. But Julia Escort istanbul ignored these protests and began to heat the iron with a blowtorch. Then the metal was glowing she sat on her back to pin her in place. Penny screamed frantically into the bit but to no avail. Julia pressed the hot brand into Penny’s thigh, just below the leg seam of the unitard. The hot metal coin seared her flesh. A hissing sound filled the air along with the smell of burning skin. The screams turned from ones of fear to ones of pain. Tears welled up in Penny’s eyes. After what felt like an age Julia pulled the brand away.

“Shhh, it’s OK,” she said soothingly as she stroked Penny’s hair. “It’s all over now. You did very well.”

She applied lotion to Penny’s seared flesh and sealed it in a dressing.

“It’s going to hurt for a while but you’ll sleep through the worst of it.”

Julia removed the bit and once again Penny found a chloroform soaked cloth placed over her mouth and nose and soon she had lapsed into unconsciousness.

The first thing Penny noticed was the pain in her thigh. It had subsided considerably from when the brand was fresh but the pain was still there. She was still in the stable although she had been moved to the corner and was under a pile of blankets in what appeared to be an attempt to make her comfortable. She tried to move towards the door but was snapped back by a collar on a short chain. Penny’s hands fumbled around her neck only to find it locked in place.

“I brought you some breakfast,” Julia said.

She had changed again and now sported riding attire consisting of knee high boots, black jodhpurs, a crisp white blouse and a crimson riding jacket. She carried a riding crop tucked under one arm which Penny strongly suspected she planned to use on her.

Breakfast? thought Penny, how long’s it been? She had arrived at Goldfinder Hall in the middle of the afternoon and now three chloroformings later it was apparently morning. Given that she had yet to see natural sunlight since the ordeal had started she couldn’t even be sure what day it was any more.

Julia placed a bowl on the floor. Cruelly it was marked ‘unicorn food’ and looked like it contained a dry muesli. Penny reached for it only for her fingers to receive a sharp flick from Julia’s riding crop.

“Unicorns don’t have hands,” she said sharply.

It quickly dawned on Penny what she meant and right now she didn’t have the strength to fight it. Abandoning all dignity she lowered her head into the bowl and began to munch on the dry cereal.

“Good girl Penelope,” Julia said encouragingly. “Eat up, you’ll need your strength.”

Penny struggled her way through the bowl. Her mouth was dry and she found the muesli difficult to swallow with dry flakes getting stuck in her throat. But couldn’t bring herself to stop, who knew when she’d be offered food again? When she had finished all but a few difficult to reach flakes Julia took the bowl away and gently brushed some muesli off her face. Then, much to Penny’s dismay, she pushed the bit gag back in and refastened the strap.

Julia then brought out the final step in the transformation; four leather binders for arms and legs. With nowhere to go Penny had no choice but to relent and let Julia put them on her. The binders forced her arms in legs together making her stand on her elbows and knees perched on little hooves. Penny took a few uncertain steps, she truly was the captured unicorn.

“Perfect,” Julia said and clapped delightedly. “Now I think it’s time you stretched your new legs.”

She undid the collar. Penny thought about running but knew she’d couldn’t make it far with the binders on. Then Julia would surely punish her. Guided by Julia, Penny began to walk towards the outside and soon she found herself on the courtyard outside the stables, her hooves clicking against the cobbles. From there she moved towards an open gate into a field where an obstacle course had been set up. Shakily she navigated the course, stepping over or ducking under bars as needed. If she slowed too much her thigh caught a sharp thwack from Julia’s crop. If she fell Julia put her back on her feet and pushed her into the course. Soon she was walking with with confidence and Julia took her back to her stall in the stable.

“You did so well,” Julia said, “I think you’ll be a perfect unicorn.”

After replacing the collar she began to stroke Penny’s hair but quickly her hands began to explore all of her body. Penny tried to resist but Julia leaned in and sternly whispered “Don’t fight it,” into her ear.

By now her hands had gotten as low as Penny’s waist. She caressed the smooth fabric of the unitard, rubbing her hands over her bum and rubbing her crotch. Soon she was exploring the leg seams and sliding her fingers into the unitard. She began to play with the lips of Penny’s pussy before she went deeper and deeper inside. Her fingers moved quickly, rubbing Penny’s clit and making her moan with delight. Faster and faster she went. Despite the discomfort of the situation waves of pleasure spread across Penny’s body. She could feel Julia’s hot breath on the back of her neck, her breathing quickening with her hand movements. Then the moment of orgasm came for Penny as he legs buckled beneath her. As she lay panting on the floor Julia straightened up, brushed herself off and strode out of the stable.

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