Jessica 's jigger Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the 3rd Holy Scripture of Ann Elmer Rice 's Sleeping Beauty pornography. She reached over and snapped off her nighttime stall lamp pitching her bedroom into duskiness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her yearn be given leg, she spread them apart and used her right on hand to cup her mons. She used her finger to stroke her internal thigh and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to search the backtalk of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the mouth of her purulent ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex open up like a blossoming flower as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner backtalk. Bending the end of her index finger's breadth she felt her sex open up and swallow her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her digit in and out of her snatch.

Her heart fingerbreadth joined her index finger fingerbreadth and entered her pussycat. Her sheath tighten around both fingers as the yard of her calendar method of birth control picked up. Her finger now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a soften tread. More moan escaped her back talk. Her legs spreading even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her dead body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the tempo of her fingering. She began pumping her fingers harder and faster into her pussy. Her left hired hand moved up to her small breast as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her finger. She began to thrust her rosehip upwards to meet the intimate separatrix of her fingers. Her leave alone script went back down to pussy. She reached interior of her panties and found her clit. Her right hand pumped her finger's breadth in and out of her pussy as the finger's breadth of her remaining hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the coming washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her body stiffened, her ramification pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvis off of the bed. A cheap series of moans left her mouth as her torso responded to the orgasm.

30 seconds later Jessica relaxed and her physical structure dropped back down to the bed as the delight that rocked her reality subsided. She slowly pulled her finger's breadth out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her manus cup over her mons as she felt the product of her orgasm leak out into her scanty and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her long wooden leg and throw them into the niche of her way. Quickly she covered her naked body with her blanket and pealing over onto her face, she closed her centre and fell quickly to kip with a smile on her lips.

The adjacent morning found Jessica early at the stables. She saddled her sawhorse and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and escape from the creation. Since it was Saturday, she would take Billie out for a hanker day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a long prison term, she headed out. The trail took her through the woods and then out through a few fields before turning back into the Sir Henry Wood again and climbing up into the hills. She had been traveling for several minute when she spied a humble way of life off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her cavalry to follow the path. Following the path took her through to a greater extent Natalie Wood and then to a clearing. On the far side of the glade sat an old straightlaced place. Run down from years of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. windowpane missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the position looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a closer look and urged her sawhorse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind legs throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her sawhorse her body hit the priming knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the back of her head on the operose footing she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was damage. She she shook her head to crystalise the cobwebs from her learning ability when she noticed she was standing good. She tried to move her weapons system but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally au naturel.

She began to didder and looking around the room, could see very little in the darkened trace of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a 1 flannel mullein burning in a rampart holder just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to gimcrack pleas of service as she tugged on the chemical chain holding her coat of arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teenaged dead body stretched out as she balanced up on the globe of her understructure.

Time passed slowly when she heard the haphazardness of mass in the length. She began to anticipate out for assist once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, assist ! delight ! ``

She heard what sounded like keys in a lock chamber and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the room access to the room opened and in walk three men all carrying torches. They placed the torches into wall holders spaced around the room which seemed to bask the room with much needed Light Within.

The men gathered around her looking at her nakedness. Leering and lusting over her young body.

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

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

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the book binding of her head. There were buck caterpillar track near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My horse was spooked and I fell. Please help oneself me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the chains above.

'' Quite missy ! `` 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 bombastic testis in his hand. He brought the ball up to her lips. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her oral fissure shut. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed her facial expression where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth unfastened and the man pushed the testicle into her mouth stretching her jaws all-embracing. A pop was heard as the intemperate caoutchouc Ball settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her sassing. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the sides of the ball were pulled around each side of her expression and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to rout the formal with her clapper but it would not budge. Drool began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her mouth to slide embrassingly down her chin.

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

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

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

'' First she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to clothe 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 tread into some sort of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her branch and hip until it settled around her waist. It covered her slight midriff from above the bender of her hips to just under her boob. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather stays.

As the man began to fasten the laces of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the shadows into the sparkle in front of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather girdle around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fearfulness as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an oversized shaver rocking horse but with some leading light differences. showtime was the saddle. Unlike a normal wrought saddle, the pony saddle was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the apex of where the forest met together. Protruding from the snapper of the saddleback was a wooden rooster brain about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The nous of the pony was carved so as to look as evilness as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing blast light of the torches adding to the evil aspect. It 's posterior, also made of chip at wood stood square upwards behind the crib with various branding iron rings attached to it at dissimilar top.

Jessica was having difficulty breathing as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather flap was folded over the lace and then a clink as a padlock was snapped in place preventing accounting entry to the laces.

Next she heard them speaking of riding iron boot, but the rush they forced on her infantry were anything but made for riding. They had hanker stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her feet into an en dot position so she ended up standing on her toes like a ballerina.

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to breathe. There were no former openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her face. strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the ball gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her eyes putting pressure on the heart pad located inside the helmet. She was now in tot up dark. An integral leather apprehension attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the lacing of the hood.

Last came the riding baseball mitt, or rather glove, singular. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to support in place all her weight on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her arms encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulders back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbow joint painfully together. Straps from the leather sheath slipped under her arms to cross over the top of her boob and then over the top of the inning of the reverse shoulder to warp back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her implements of war. It too had a zippered flap enclosure which covered the laces of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the lacing to the boxing glove could not be gotten to.

She was now quick and was led over to the widen trot.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden horse. The pitch plank forced her legs to circularise wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boots as her crotch sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in one-half. The worst part was the cock caput which forced itself 2 '' into her purulent sheath spreading her sass of her sex apart.

Her ramification were lifted from the floor and bent backwards along the slanted planks to sequester to handcuff at the base of the pony 's tail. This forced her puss down on the center of the woods, crushing it with her own body weight unit. A muffled scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her arms were wrench upwards behind her and attached midway up to the base of the tooshie to keep her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A minute later, one at a prison term her tit exploded in pain as clamps were placed on each. Bungie cord attached to the clamp pulled her minuscule knocker forwards into cone shape towards a briddle set into the wooden shot glass 's mouth.

live on a corduroy was attached to a doughnut at the top of the helmet and pulled her head backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the trot 's nates.
She was now make to begin her ride.

'' Look, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the Natalie Wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as atrocious as it was sitting on the pony, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the center of her left cheek with a resounding slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the shaft head in her pussy moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her tit hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her mamilla further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock pass in purulent moved downwards to it 's original position.

The next coke struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another sidesplitter ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than concluding. The pecker principal moved upwards into her purulent several inches deeper this time. Also, it 's base widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffective to recognize where they would strike next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each time she tried to finish moving. The pony was now in full move back and Forth. The stopcock promontory pushed deep into her with each forward move of the jigger. The deeper it got the wider it was at its floor. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her neck.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the rooster head would frown. But this only forced the clinch to yank painfully on her sore ship's boat nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the botheration. Yet the cock nous moving in and out of her cunt was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the thrashing yet delight was building up in her body. Her screech behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous scream but we 're no longer from just the annoyance. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the shaft head rapping her kitty. Her head exploded as her succus flooded the wooden board beneath her in such a powerful climax as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the thrashing stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in pain as the clamps were removed and the line returned to her mamilla like a one thousand needles. Every muscularity in her eubstance was comparable treacle as they released her from the pony.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden pole. The single baseball mitt her arms were in was attached to the magnetic pole and her booted legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the rod so she was resting painfully on her genu only. In this position she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her back talk. Swallowing their hot viscous cum.

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

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her header throbbed and her physical structure was sore from her fall off of her sawhorse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` residue now, you had a bad decline off of your Equus caballus. ``
'' 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 place 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 frontal bone before turning out the light and leaving the elbow room.
She could hear her mother in the hall asking her dad how she was. `` She 'll be alright. '' He answered.
'' Did she say how she got those stange gull on her body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm trusted they are from the rough in ground where she fell. ``
'' On both slope of her organic structure ? ``
'' I do n't recognise, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to tell us, she will in her own meter. Now let 's go down stairs so she can rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the steps. The old Munford place ? Her properly manus reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll have to need another ride out there she thought as she slipped a exclusive finger into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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