Once again the train platform was busy, Tracy Bradley stood with her ticket in one hand, riding helmet in the other, the girl had just graduated from college a few weeks ago and was on top of the world. She was getting the train out to the stables where her horse Starburst was kept, it was a fifteen minute walk from the nearest station but she was still learning to drive so the train it was, she smoothed down her University hoodie she usually wore with her dark blue jodhpurs and her lovely leather riding boots, she admitted she had a thing for boots she was rarely seen without some sort of knee high boot but riding boots, in particular this pair she saved up to buy. She boarded the train with a spring in her step and it wasn’t just because she was going riding

Two stops later on ... She boarded the train. A gothic girl at down at the seats across the way, black haired like Tracy but had it with a severe fringe and bobcut, her makeup, the eyeshadow, the lipstick, everything was black, always black. Today she wore a t-shirt and tight jeans in black, her sleeve tattoos showing and the most glorious knee high platform leather boots Tracy ever seen. She never spoke to the girl and she wasn’t usually into women but this girl blew her mind, she looked scarey yet sexy at the same time, Tracy had seen her get on this train at the same time every weekend for months. The young horse rider did as she always did ... Took a sneaky discreet picture of the goth girl

The goth got off one stop before at a strange stop, it only had platforms, no ticket office or anything, Tracy could imagine it being a scarey place to be at night. The girl was all Tracy could think of as she went riding with her university friends who all they spoke about were boyfriends and the hope of wedding bells in their futures, she pretended to be interested untill they changed subject

At home her thoughts about the Goth girl usually went dark, kinky and strange, one big one was the Goth finding out she likes her and taking her away forcefully and giving her a gothic makeover and being a couple, though as she saw the girl more she fantasised instead of a couple ... She was the goths boot wearing sex slave, yeah she could imagine what everyone would say about that

A few weeks later she got on the train again, it was quiet due to a public holiday and she was the only one in her carriage, she was wearing her usual boots and hoodie but had black jodhpurs on, two stops later she looked and looked but no goth girl, she got out her phone and looked at pictures she took instead

“hey ... Wait” a voice sounded out, Tracy turned around to see the goth girl get in just as the doors closed, wearing beautiful platform leather boots with a lace up front and a side zip closure, fishnet tights, a leather miniskirt, low cut long sleeved top and a corset over it and her usual makeup, as she tried to walk to a seat the train started with a jolt and the goth girl bumped into Tracy making her drop her phone...

... the goth girl picked it up and seen the pictures and looked down at Tracy who bent over, head in her hands, she felt the girl sit next to her

“Okay what’s this, a lil miss riding boots got a crush on little old me? ... Oh what’s this, closeups of my boots, someone has a naughty fetish doesn’t she” Tracy was mortified but said nothing, a few feeble efforts to grab the phone didn’t work, the goth girl continued “I do admit Riding boots you do have cute boots, shame about the rest of the outfit”

“Go away sexy boots” Tracy eventually managed “please, I’m sorry about the pictures, just please leave me alone”

“First, my name is Ramona, Miss Ramona or Mistress to you and second, leave you alone? No my sweet lil miss riding boots, that’s not going to happen what you been doing is straight up illegal, one call to the cops ... That’s all it takes” Tracy looked at Ramona pleadingly

“I’m sorry, but your ... Your gorgeous, the look, the makeup,” her eyes went down to the boots “ your boots please give me my phone back, please don’t tell anyone”

“So you are a dirty little boot fetishist who loves goth chicks” Ramona smiled and put her arm around Tracy and gripped the girl tight “tell me more”, she did, anything to get away from the crazy goth, even the fantasy about being turned into a goth slave herself

“That’s everything, please give me my phone back, please” she pleaded once more

“Its cute you have a thing for me but you still don’t get this back yet” and she dropped the phone into her handbag just as the train slowed down, she looked around “anyway It’s our stop” and she grabbed Tracy’s arm, hauling her to her feet and pulling the girls hood up, it was a big hood, Tracy got a few sizes too big for comfort but it was a curse right now, Ramona just yanked the hood cord and closed up so tight it covered the riders eyes,

“What the ... What do you mean our stop...” Tracy said in a panic, dropped her riding helmet. Ramona kicked it away “You won’t need that anymore” Tracy tried to pull away, screaming for help, she had fantasised about this but no, it didn’t feel right, trying to hold onto anything she could grasp, but Ramona worked out regular in the gym was strong enough to pull her along out the carriage, the station tannoy drowning out Tracy’s cries for help as the train pulled away

“Please let me go, I said I’m sorry” she kept repeating but Ramona wasn’t interested, a hard viscous slap to Tracy’s face shut her up as she was dragged roughly, she kept struggling and screaming but a sudden gut punch winded her

“Just shut up” said Ramona, annoyed, suddenly the hood was pulled down and they were in a car park next to a car that turned out to be Ramona, the back passenger door was open and Tracy was pushed in

“Please stop, let me have my phone, I will get on the next train, I will delete the pictures ... Please” She said, her tears flowing freely down her face

“Strip, now!” Ramona commanded, Tracy hesitated untill Ramona went to dial the police, soon her clothes were in a pile at Ramonas feet, she lifted the girls riding boots and threw them at Tracy “put those sexy boots back on...” she said looking though pockets of her clothes and pulling out a University ID “Tracy? What a boring name, I prefer lil miss riding boots” she said watching Tracy pull her riding boots back on with difficulty in the car backseat she looked up, eyes red with tears wondering what will happen next, Ramona admiring Tracy’s body, pulled out a syringe and Tracy fainted in a heap in the back...

“Its just a pen” she said half to herself clicking her novelty syringe pen to write down a few items she needed to get on her next shopping trip while it was fresh in her head before gathering the girls things and putting them in a bag in the boot of the car. While she worked in the city, she lived elsewhere and rather than pay crazy parking fees and then struggle in rush hour traffic Ramona just drove there, parked the car and did the rest of the trip by buss, it oddly worked out cheaper for her, she drove off after putting a blanket over sleeping beauty in the back

The car pulled into an open year long caravan trailer park where Ramona lived, and into the driveway next to her caravan she got Tracy out the car, the girl woke with a start

“Where am I...? What did you inject me with...? “ She said sitting up, eyes darting everywhere looking at Ramona then down at her mostly naked body and realising it wasn’t a bad dream “ please just let me go ... Please...” she didn’t get another word out as Ramona slapped her hard, she could see that it was very easy to intimidate Tracy ... Good

“Inside” she hissed, “and be quiet or I will have to give you another injection” It was very clear that Tracy had no real knowledge of drugs and the likes so no harm in playing to her fears, they went inside, Ramona pulling the girl along faster so no one seen them, once inside Tracy was pushed onto the sofa, the coarse fiber of the upholstery itching the riders skin, Tracy had thought about running but she was naked except her riding boots, what was to stop her running from here and end up raped by a would be saviour, she had heard of horror stories like that in college, girls avoiding being date raped by guys in clubs only for a taxi driver or other saviour to take advantage instead and she wasn’t sure how much of whatever the crazy goth girl gave her was still in her system

“I do love your boots girl” Ramona squatted down and ran her hands up and down the boots then went to the bedroom “don’t go anywhere” she said with a smirk and brought back some things, including shackles that just looked like chunky studded leather bracelets. First they were attached to the ankles then the wrists

“What are these, what are you doing...” Said Tracy who got a slap for her troubles

“Okay, first rule for you my lil miss riding boot. No speaking without permission ... What makes you think I’m going to let you go now? Hmm? A pretty girl like you? Sexy riding boots? Black hair ... My favourite color sexy body, tight ass. Oh yes” she picked up a collar that matched the shackles and handed it to her captive “Put it on...” Tracy hesitated “now!” and with that Tracy put it on m, though Ramona tightened it, she then tossed a bundle of clothes at her,

“Well, you want to be naked?” she said rolling her eyes as Tracy just sat whimpering away with the bundle of clothes on her lap, she stood up and picked up the first Item, a leather cheerleader skirt with a zip detail on the pleats, it was a tight fit on the waist and much shorter that anything she would normally wear. Next was a black vest top with a skull and crossbones on the front. Then was a pair of fingerless leather gloves, she stood there looking vacant, not sure what to do, Ramona looked her over and smiled softly

“You are missing a few elements” she said grabbing a chair and putting it in the middle of the seating area and made Tracy sit on it cuffing her to it with the shackles. First she put Tracy’s naturally black hair into high loose pigtails, Ramona then brought out a large box and pulled out a tattoo gun and a smaller device that looked similar “You see lil Miss Riding Boots, I’m a makeup and tattoo artist and this little device is a permenantly makeup device, it’s like a tattoo gun but gives you a permenant look, I just never found a volunteer to try it ... Untill now” and she advanced on Tracy who just screamed uncontrollably

Sitting astride Tracy on the seat she tilted the girls head back by her hair and told her to shut up or it will hurt more, Tracy whimpered pathetically as it started, it felt like someone was constantly and rapidly poking her with a sewing needle in the lips, then around the eyes. After what seemed like forever it stopped and Ramona brought her head forward

“What have you done to me? “ she cried, her lips were jet black and she had dark circles round her eyes. She looked like a stereotypical goth girl

“I gave you what you always wanted, to be one of us, a lil goth girl, It is basic but will do for now, allows me to elaborate with regular makeup but now that’s done I can do this” and she picked up a ring gag and put it in the helpless Tracy

“Before I start the next part, theres something I have been dying to do “ She said as Tracy looked confused as Ramona dropped to her knees and started to kiss the helpless girls riding boots, the leather tasted really good on her lips and the leather smell was amazing, she the parted Tracy’s legs a little more and started to kiss and lick Tracy’s pussy, Tracy tried to fight the feelings, Ramona could feel it, so she kept going teasing the clit with delicate Tougne flicks, tat got the bitch going ... After that getting her to cum was easy, as Ramona got up she seen that Tracy had this look that suggested she was disgusted that her own body betrayed her, Ramona gave a sly smile

“now for the real fun, your body is way too plain for my liking” Ramona and she pulled out the big tattoo gun and then picked up. What looked like a blindfold and put it over Tracy’s eyes...

“Don’t want you peeking” she said in a sing song voice, Tracy just sat sobbing onto her gag, which was causing her to drool as Ramona worked on her right upper arm,

“Don’t be sad, you fantasised about this remember? You wanted this” she relised this would be considered a long sitting for a tattoo but Tracy was going nowhere and she was finally finished, undone the cuffs to let Tracy stand then recuffed her hands behind her and lead the rider to a mirror and whipped off the blindfold, all Tracy could do was scream helplessly into her gag and cry