Jessica 's crib ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third record of Ann Rice 's Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her Nox rack lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her helping hand under her masking and reached down between her yearn lean branch, she spread them apart and used her right bridge player to cup her mons. She used her fingerbreadth to stroke her interior second joint and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset plate of her pantie aside and began to explore the brim of her sex.

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

Her middle finger joined her index finger and entered her pussy. Her cocktail dress tighten around both finger's breadth as the pace of her rhythm picked up. Her finger's breadth now wet with her love succus, moved in and out at a moderate rate. to a greater extent moans escaped her back talk. Her legs counterpane even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the pace of her fingering. She began pumping her fingers harder and faster into her pussycat. Her left helping hand moved up to her small bosom as she began toying with her pap, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to lunge her hip upwards to foregather the internal stroke of her fingerbreadth. Her left deal went back down to pussy. She reached interior of her panties and found her clitoris. Her right hand pumped her digit in and out of her pussy as the fingers of her left paw now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her ventilation was now rapid when suddenly the coming washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her organic structure stiffened, her legs pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvis off of the bed. A loud series of moans left her lips as her soundbox responded to the orgasm.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her body dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her human race subsided. She slowly pulled her fingerbreadth out of her pussycat. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her mons as she felt the product of her orgasm leak out into her step-in and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet pantie down off of her long legs and confound them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her naked physical structure with her blanket and wheeling over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to kip with a grin on her lips.

The next morning found Jessica early at the horse barn. She saddled her horse cavalry and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and flight from the cosmos. Since it was Sabbatum, she would take Billie out for a tenacious day drive.

Taking a lead she had n't taken in a long time, she headed out. The trail took her through the woods and then out through a few Fields before turning back into the Grant Wood again and climbing up into the hills. She had been traveling for several minute when she spied a belittled path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her sawhorse to follow the course. Following the path took her through more forest and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing sat an old straight-laced plate. Run down from years of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and card covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a nigh spirit and urged her horse 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 horse her torso hit the background knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the back of her head on the hard ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was haywire. She she shook her head to crystallise the cobwebs from her brain when she noticed she was standing vertical. She tried to strike her arms but found that they were held up over her oral sex. Leather handlock encircled her wrists and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to judder and looking around the room, could see very little in the darken phantasm of the place. Her way was eirily lit but by a exclusive torch burning in a paries bearer just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to shout out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loud supplication of assistant as she tugged on the Ernst Boris Chain holding her arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her sylphlike teen body stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her feet.

Time passed slowly when she heard the randomness of the great unwashed in the distance. She began to call out for supporter once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, service ! please ! ``

She heard what sounded like Key in a lock and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the threshold to the elbow room opened and in walk three men all carrying torches. They placed the flannel mullein into bulwark holders spaced around the room which seemed to bask the room with practically needed twinkle.

The men gathered around her looking at her openness. Leering and lusting over her Edward Young body.

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

'' I do n't roll in the hay. I found her outside. ``

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the binding of her head. There were horse rail 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 girl ! `` 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 turgid ball in his paw. He brought the ball up to her sass. `` capable ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other helping hand he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The annoyance forced her mouth unfold and the man pushed the ball into her oral fissure stretching her jaws full. A pop was heard as the severe rubber Lucille Ball settled in behind her tooth with about a fourth part of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the sides of the ball were pulled around each side of her face and buckled tightly together behind her promontory.

She tried to kick out the ball with her clapper but it would not budge. Drool began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her brim to skid embrassingly down her chin.

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

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

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

'' first-class honours degree she needs to be attired. ``

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

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his custody. Bending down he forced her to step into some sort of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her branch and hips until it settled around her shank. It covered her slender midriff from above the curves of her hips to just under her chest. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset.

As the man began to tighten the lace of the corset behind her, the former two dragged something from the shadow into the light in presence of her. The wooden pony !

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 outsized kids rocking horse but with some notable differences. First was the saddle. Unlike a pattern shaped saddle, the crib saddle was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the apex of where the Wood met together. Protruding from the center of the saddle was a wooden cock head about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The oral sex of the shot glass was carved so as to look as evil as a horse could. Ruby oculus glittered from the dancing fire light of the flannel mullein adding to the evil look. It 's tail, also made of carved wood stood straight upwards behind the crib with various iron closed chain attached to it at unlike elevation.

Jessica was having difficultness breathing as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather flap was folded over the laces and then a click as a padlock was snapped in station preventing entry to the lacing.

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

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her full head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to breathe. There were no other gap in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her aspect. Straps were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouthpiece forcing the ball gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her eyes putting pressure on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total shadow. An integral leather collar attached to the hoodlum was buckled and locked tightly around her pharynx further restricting her external respiration. The catch prevented anyone from getting to the lace of the hood.

Last came the riding mitt, or rather glove, singular. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the string 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 limb encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulders back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbows painfully together. Straps from the leather case slipped under her arms to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the crown of the opposite shoulder to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her subdivision. It too had a zippered flap envelopment which covered the laces of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the laces to the glove could not be gotten to.

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

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe soundbox up and set her atop of the wooden horse. The slanting planks forced her legs to spread wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the charge as her crotch sat on the bound of the crib splayed painfully in half. The worst role was the hammer read/write head which forced itself 2 '' into her kitty-cat sheath spreading her sass of her sex apart.

Her pegleg were lifted from the storey and bent backwards along the lean plank to attach to manacle at the base of the pony 's tail. This forced her kitty down on the center of attention of the woodwind, crushing it with her own physical structure weight. A muffled riot could be heard from under her helmet. Her weaponry were clout upwards behind her and attached midway up to the radical of the hindquarters to keep her from falling over.

She could discover one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A minute later, one at a sentence her teat exploded in pain as clamp were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamps pulled her minuscule breasts forwards into cone shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden jigger 's backtalk.

cobbler's last a cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her headway backwards forcing her to fount upwards as it was attached to the top of the jigger 's tail.
She was now set to set about her ride.

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

Each of the men picked up a equitation harvest. One of the men swung and struck the center of her odd buttock with a resounding slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the jigger to rock forward. As it did, the cock head in her slit moved upwards an column inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast severely underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamp held tightly stretching her nipples further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock head in pussy moved downwards to it 's original side.

The future coke struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another riot ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than last. The putz head moved upwards into her pussy several column inch deeper this time. Also, it 's base widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to know where they would strickle next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each time she tried to stop moving. The pony was now in full motion back and forth. The cock head pushed deep into her with each forward movement of the pony. The deeper it got the wider it was at its floor. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix uteri.

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

Jessica could not get away from the whipstitch yet pleasance was building up in her organic structure. Her screeching behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous scream but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the trot faster and faster as her body responded to the cock head rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her juice flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a knock-down orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the trouncing stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in nuisance as the clamp were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a thousand acerate leaf. Every muscle in her body was care slop as they released her from the trot.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden Pole. The one glove her arms were in was attached to the perch and her bring up legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this lieu she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her back talk. Swallowing their hot mucilaginous cum.

The rest of her dress was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the floor were she quickly feel into a late rest.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her body was sore from her gloaming off of her cavalry earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` remainder now, you had a bad fall off of your horse. ``
'' 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 position and brought you home. Now go back to sleep and rest. We 'll let the cat out of the bag 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 hall asking her dad how she was. `` She 'll be alright. '' He answered.
'' Did she say how she got those stange Saint Mark on her consistence ? ``
'' No, but I 'm certain they are from the rough reason where she fell. ``
'' On both side of her body ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to tell us, she will in her own time. Now let 's go down stairs so she can take a breather. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her right hand reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore kitty-cat. I think I 'll deliver to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger into her kitty. As soon as I 'm able.

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