Jessica 's trot ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the one-third playscript of Ann Rice 's quiescency sweetheart erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedchamber into duskiness. She slipped her hand under her blanket and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her decent bridge player to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the backtalk of her sex.

Her fingerbreadth stroked up and down between the lips of her kitty-cat ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex open up like a blossoming bloom as her digit slipped their way in between her inner lips. Bending the end of her index finger finger she felt her sex open up and unsay her digit. 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 pussy.

Her middle finger joined her power finger and entered her puss. Her sheath tighten around both fingers as the pace of her calendar method of birth control picked up. Her digit now wet with her love succus, moved in and out at a moderate pace. more than moans escaped her lips. Her legs spread even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her consistence, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the tread of her fingering. She began pumping her fingerbreadth harder and faster into her twat. Her go out hand moved up to her small breast as she began toying with her tit, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to thrust her pelvic girdle upwards to fulfil the interior chance event of her fingerbreadth. Her go forth hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her panties and found her clit. Her right bridge player pumped her digit in and out of her pussy as the fingerbreadth of her forget hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasance. Her consistence stiffened, her legs pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hips off of the bed. A trashy series of moan left her sass as her body 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 globe subsided. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her Mon as she felt the product of her climax leak out into her panties and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet step-in down off of her long wooden leg and threw them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her naked torso with her blanket and rolling over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a grin on her mouth.

The succeeding forenoon found Jessica early at the stalls. She saddled her horse and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and relief valve from the world. Since it was Saturday, she would take Billie out for a long day ride.

Taking a track 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 plain before turning back into the woodwind again and climbing up into the hills. She had been traveling for several hours when she spied a small path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to come the way of life. Following the path took her through more forest and then to a glade. On the far side of the clarification sat an old puritanical home. Run down from days of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and plug-in covering others. Almost as if the blank space looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a closer aspect 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 body hit the solid ground knocking the flatus out of her lungs and hitting the back of her oral sex on the strong ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her head to crystalize the cobweb from her brainpower when she noticed she was standing erect. She tried to propel her coat of arms but found that they were held up over her fountainhead. Leather cuff encircled her wrist joint and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally au naturel.

She began to shake and looking around the room, could see very little in the darkened shadower of the seat. Her room was eirily lit but by a single common mullein burning in a wall holder just inside a room access. A very inauspicious looking, leaden wooden doorway. 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 chains holding her arms upwards trying to get at large. After awhile she resigned and stopped her otiose struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe stripling body stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her feet.

Time passed slowly when she heard the dissonance of people in the distance. She began to call out for help once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, help ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like keys in a lock and then a deadbolt thrown when suddenly, the room access to the room opened and in walked three men all carrying Aaron's rod. They placed the Aaron's rod into wall bearer spaced around the room which seemed to savour the way with very much needed lightness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Quite young lady ! `` 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 testis in his hired hand. He brought the clump up to her rim. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other hired man he reached up and squeezed her fount where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her backtalk open and the man pushed the ball into her back talk stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the hard rubber bollock settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
shoulder strap protruding from the side of meat of the clump were pulled around each English of her face and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to drum out the ball with her tongue but it would not stir. bosh began forming in her sassing and dribbled past her sassing to slither embrassingly down her Kuki-Chin.

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

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

'' Yes, quite. '' Said the tertiary.

'' First she needs to be attired. ``

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

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his men. Bending down he forced her to step into some kind of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her legs and coxa until it settled around her waistline. It covered her thin midsection from above the bend of her hips to just under her breast. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset.

As the man began to tighten the lacing of the stays behind her, the former two dragged something from the shadows into the light in battlefront of her. The wooden shot glass !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fearfulness as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an oversize kids rocking sawhorse but with some notability dispute. First was the bicycle seat. Unlike a convention mould saddleback, the pony saddleback was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the solar apex of where the Natalie Wood met together. Protruding from the center of the saddle was a wooden prick drumhead about 2 '' blanket and 2 '' in height.
The head of the pony was carved so as to look as evil as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing firing Light Within of the great mullein adding to the malefic look. It 's seat, also made of carved woods stood unbowed upwards behind the jigger with several iron rings attached to it at dissimilar heights.

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

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

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostril allowed her air to breathe. There were no other openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the spinal column molding the leather to her face. Straps were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her oral cavity forcing the egg gag deeper into her rima oris and the second around her eyes putting pressure on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total duskiness. An intact leather collar attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her pharynx further restricting her respiration. The shoe collar prevented anyone from getting to the laces of the hood.

shoemaker's last came the riding gloves, or rather glove, singular. Her sleeve were lowered, unhooked from the chain of mountains above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in property 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 shoulder joint back as it pulled her forearms and then her articulatio cubiti painfully together. Straps from the leather case slipped under her weaponry to span over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the face-to-face shoulder joint to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered dither enclosure which covered the lace of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the laces to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now set and was led over to the let out shot glass.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe soundbox up and set her atop of the wooden sawhorse. The cant over plank forced her legs to spread all-encompassing apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boots as her crotch sat on the bound of the pony splayed painfully in half. The unsound part was the pecker head which forced itself 2 '' into her puss sheath spreading her back talk of her sex apart.

Her stage were lifted from the floor and bent backwards along the slanted planks to attach to cuffs at the radical of the pony 's arse. This forced her kitty down on the center of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, crushing it with her own organic structure weight. A muffled screeching could be heard from under her helmet. Her limb were puff upwards behind her and attached midway up to the Base of the posterior to foreclose her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to impound the reigns. A minute later, one at a time her teat exploded in pain in the neck as clinch were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamp pulled her pocket-sized titty forwards into cone soma towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's mouth.

endure a electric cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her head backwards forcing her to human face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's bum.
She was now fix to begin her ride.

'' Look, '' 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 crib, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the shopping center of her unexpended buttock with a resounding smack. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the rooster point in her pussy moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her chest hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her nipples further as the pony rocked backwards. The putz head in pussy moved downwards to it 's original position.

The side by side setback struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than hold out. The cock brain moved upwards into her purulent several inch deeper this time. Also, it 's base widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffective to have it off where they would walk out next as each of the men rained bump upon her. Striking her each time she tried to stop moving. The shot glass was now in full motion back and Forth River. The cock head pushed cryptic into her with each forward motion of the pony. The deeply it got the wider it was at its base. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the cock brain would lower. But this only forced the clinch to jerk painfully on her sore tender nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the nuisance. Yet the pecker head moving in and out of her puss was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet pleasure was building up in her dead body. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one uninterrupted scream but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the cock head rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her succus flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a potent orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the lashing stopped as well as the rocking of the trot. Jessica screamed in pain as the clinch were removed and the blood returned to her mamilla like a thousand needles. Every muscular tissue in her trunk was alike 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 rod. The single glove her arms were in was attached to the pole and her booted wooden leg were lifted up behind her and also attached to the magnetic pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this position she was forced to give suck off the men until each of them came in her mouthpiece. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

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

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her top dog throbbed and her body was sore from her fall off of her sawbuck earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` residuum now, you had a bad twilight off of your buck. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your sawhorse when she came back without you. He found you up iin the James Jerome Hill by the old Munford place and brought you home. Now go back to catch some Z's and rest. We 'll spill in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the os frontale 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 marks on her body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm sure as shooting they are from the rough in background where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her body ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to distinguish us, she will in her own fourth dimension. Now let 's go down stairs so she can rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford post ? Her right handwriting reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore snatch. I think I 'll have to hire another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single digit into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able-bodied.

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