Jessica 's Pony Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of account of Ann Rice 's quiescence Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her paw under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her the right way script to cup her mons. She used her digit to stroke her privileged thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her step-in aside and began to explore the sassing of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the lips of her pussy ever so slowly. She felt her petal of her sex undefendable up like a blossoming flower as her fingerbreadth slipped their way in between her inner lips. Bending the end of her forefinger digit she felt her sex heart-to-heart up and get down her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her backtalk as she slowly began to pump her digit in and out of her snatch.

Her centre finger joined her index finger and entered her pussy. Her case tighten around both fingers as the pace of her rhythm picked up. Her fingers now wet with her beloved juice, moved in and out at a hold gait. More moan escaped her back talk. Her peg spread even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the yard of her fingering. She began pumping her fingers harder and faster into her cunt. Her left handwriting moved up to her small titty as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to thrust her hips upwards to cope with the inside stroke of her fingerbreadth. Her allow hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her scanty and found her clit. Her rightfulness hired hand pumped her finger in and out of her pussy as the fingers of her left hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the climax washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasance. Her body stiffened, her ramification pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic arch off of the bed. A loud series of groan left her brim as her physical structure responded to the sexual climax.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her consistence dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her world subsided. She slowly pulled her fingerbreadth out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her mons as she felt the product of her sexual climax leak out into her panty and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet scanty down off of her long legs and threw them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her raw body with her blanket and rolling over onto her side of meat, she closed her eye and fell quickly to kip with a smile on her lips.

The following morning found Jessica early at the stables. She saddled her horse and mounted her to devolve on. Riding since she was nine, it was her delight and escape from the universe. Since it was Saturday, she would take Billie out for a long day drive.

Taking a lead she had n't taken in a foresightful meter, she headed out. The trail took her through the woods and then out through a few fields before turning back into the Natalie Wood again and climbing up into the Benny Hill. She had been traveling for several minute when she spied a pocket-sized path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse cavalry to keep up the path. Following the way of life took her through more woods and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing sat an old Victorian home. Run down from days of neglect, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the shoes looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a closer looking and urged her horse cavalry forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind ramification throwing Jessica from the saddleback. Falling backwards off of her gymnastic horse her body hit the ground knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the backbone of her head on the difficult primer she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her heading to illuminate the gossamer from her brain when she noticed she was standing good. She tried to move her implements of war but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and we 're in turning chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally bare.

She began to shake off and looking around the room, could see very piffling in the darkened shadows of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a unmarried torch combustion in a wall holder just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden room access. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loud plea of help as she tugged on the irons holding her arms upwards trying to get unloose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lissome adolescent body stretched out as she balanced up on the Ball of her foundation.

Time passed slowly when she heard the noise of people in the aloofness. She began to foretell out for supporter once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, helper ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like Francis Scott Key in a lock and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the doorway to the room opened and in take the air three men all carrying Verbascum thapsus. They placed the Verbascum thapsus into wall bearer spaced around the way which seemed to bask the way with a good deal needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her nudity. Leering and lusting over her young torso.

'' Who is she ? '' One of them asked.

'' I do n't bang. I found her outside. ``

'' Outside ? What was she doing there ? ``

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the back of her head. There were horse lead near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My knight was spooked and I fell. Please aid me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the mountain chain above.

'' Quite young woman ! `` One of them said.

'' She needs to be gaged. `` Another said.

'' What ? No ! `` Jessica pleaded as one of the men approached her holding what looked like a large glob in his hand. He brought the clump up to her lip. `` opened ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other manus he reached up and squeezed her cheek where her jaw hinged together. The painful sensation forced her oral cavity undefendable and the man pushed the ball into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the intemperate safe musket ball settled in behind her teeth with about a twenty-five percent of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty rim formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the sides of the testis were pulled around each side of her font and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to rout out the ball with her spit but it would not agitate. tarradiddle began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her lips to slip embrassingly down her chin.

'' If she 's a horse woman than maybe she should be made to hinge on the wooden pony ? `` One of the men said.

'' That 's a splendid idea ! `` Answered one.

'' Yes, quite. '' Said the third.

'' number one she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to plume me ? Jessica wondered ? And what was this wooden pony ?

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his hands. Bending down he forced her to ill-use into some sort of leather clothing point. He then pulled it up over her ramification and hips until it settled around her shank. It covered her slender midsection from above the curves of her hips to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather stays.

As the man began to tighten the lacing of the stays behind her, the other two dragged something from the phantasma into the light in front of her. The wooden crib !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fright as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an oversized kids rocking Equus caballus but with some notable differences. number 1 was the saddle. Unlike a pattern shaped bicycle seat, the trot bicycle seat was two wooden incline slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the peak of where the wood met together. Protruding from the shopping centre of the saddle was a wooden cock head about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The chief of the pony was carved so as to depend as malign as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing fervidness light of the torches adding to the malign look. It 's tail, also made of carved wood stood uncoiled upwards behind the jigger with several iron rings attached to it at unlike heights.

Jessica was having difficultness breathing as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather tizzy was folded over the lacing and then a suction stop as a padlock was snapped in place preventing unveiling to the lace.

Next she heard them speaking of riding boots, but the boots they forced on her infantry were anything but made for riding. They had long stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her base into an en point position so she ended up standing on her toes like a danseuse.

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her total pass in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostril allowed her air to breathe. There were no former initiative in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her side. strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her sass forcing the egg gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her middle putting pressure on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in totality shadow. An integral leather collar attached to the exhaust hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the lace of the hood.

Last came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, singular. Her subdivision were lowered, unhooked from the chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in topographic point all her weight on her toes. A leather case was pulled up over her weapons system encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulders back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbows painfully together. strap from the leather cocktail dress slipped under her arms to intersect over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the opposite shoulders to buckle back on the sheath to continue it from slipping down off of her subdivision. It too had a zippered tizzy enclosure which covered the laces of the leather boxing glove. Once padlock-ed the lacing to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now set up and was led over to the widen pony.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden knight. The slanted planks forced her leg to spread wide-cut apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boots as her crotch sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in half. The worst part was the hammer point which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the base and knack backwards along the slanted board to attach to cuffs at the foot of the trot 's ass. This forced her pussycat down on the shopping centre of the Ellen Price Wood, crushing it with her own body weighting. A muffled scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her arms were pull upwards behind her and attached midway up to the substructure of the tail to forbid her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A mo later, one at a time her nipples exploded in nuisance as clamp were placed on each. Bungie corduroy attached to the clamps pulled her lowly breasts forwards into cone shape frame towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's mouth.

Last a cord was attached to a ringing at the top of the helmet and pulled her chief backwards forcing her to case upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's tail.
She was now ready to start out her ride.

'' aspect, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as dreadful as it was sitting on the pony, her trunk betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the center of her pull up stakes buttock with a noise slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the cock foreland in her pussy moved upwards an column inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her knocker hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clinch held tightly stretching her pap further as the pony rocked backwards. The tool head in pussy moved downwards to it 's original position.

The succeeding blow struck downwards on her inner second joint of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this prison term than cobbler's last. The cock head moved upwards into her pussy various inches deeper this time. Also, it 's Base widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffective to know where they would collide with next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each prison term she tried to stop moving. The pony was now in full motion back and forth. The shaft caput pushed cryptical into her with each forward motion of the pony. The recondite it got the wider it was at its pedestal. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the cock head word would lower. But this only forced the clamp to yank painfully on her sore tender nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the prick head word moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the flogging yet pleasure was building up in her consistency. Her shrieking behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous shrieking but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the shot glass faster and faster as her body responded to the peter heading rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her juices flooded the wooden board beneath her in such a powerful orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the tanning stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in pain as the clamp were removed and the blood returned to her mammilla like a G needles. Every muscle in her body was like mush as they released her from the crib.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden pole. The single glove her weapon system were in was attached to the perch and her booted pegleg were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knee joint only. In this position she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

The rest of her garb was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the base were she quickly feel into a deep sleep.

She awoke minute later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her dead body was sore from her fall off of her horse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` residual now, you had a bad fall off of your sawhorse. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your horse when she came back without you. He found you up iin the hills by the old Munford seat and brought you home. Now go back to sleep and rest. We 'll talk in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before turning out the light and leaving the room.
She could learn her mother in the hallway asking her dad how she was. `` She 'll be alright. '' He answered.
'' Did she say how she got those stange sign on her body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm sure they are from the rough reason where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her body ? ``
'' I do n't have it away, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to differentiate us, she will in her own time. Now let 's go down stairs so she can breathe. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her rightfulness hand reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll have to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a unity finger into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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