Jessica 's Pony Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice 's quiescence lulu erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night rack lamp pitching her bedroom into duskiness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her rightfulness hand to cup her mons. She used her finger to stroke her inner thigh and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the voider of her panties aside and began to explore the lips 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 open up like a blossoming heyday as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner lips. Bending the end of her index finger's breadth she felt her sex unfastened up and swallow her fingerbreadth. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her finger's breadth in and out of her kitty-cat.

Her heart finger joined her index finger and entered her puss. Her sheath tighten around both digit as the pace of her rhythm method picked up. Her finger now wet with her erotic love succus, moved in and out at a chair pace. Thomas More moans escaped her sassing. Her legs spread even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the stride of her fingering. She began pumping her fingers harder and faster into her slit. Her go away hand moved up to her small breast as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to thrust her hips upwards to adjoin the intimate stroke of her digit. Her leave alone bridge player went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her panties and found her clit. Her right on hand pumped her finger's breadth in and out of her pussy as the fingers of her entrust manus now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now speedy when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her dead body stiffened, her legs pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hips off of the bed. A tacky series of moans left her lips as her body responded to the orgasm.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her dead body dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her world subsided. She slowly pulled her fingerbreadth out of her kitty. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her bridge player 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 step-in down off of her long legs and give them into the corner of her elbow room. Quickly she covered her naked dead body with her blanket and roll over onto her side, she closed her eye and fell quickly to kip with a smile on her lips.

The adjacent morning found Jessica early at the stables. She saddled her buck and mounted her to drive. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and safety valve from the cosmos. Since it was Sat, she would charter Billie out for a long day ride.

Taking a track she had n't taken in a long prison term, she headed out. The track took her through the woods and then out through a few playing field before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the pitcher's mound. 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 watch the route. Following the itinerary took her through to a greater extent woodwind instrument and then to a clarification. On the far side of the clearing sat an old puritanical base. Run down from years of disuse, it 's pigment faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a closer look and urged her Equus caballus forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind branch throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her Equus caballus her body hit the ground knocking the lead out of her lungs and hitting the rear of her head on the unvoiced ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her head to clear the gossamer from her brainiac when she noticed she was standing upright piano. She tried to move her munition but found that they were held up over her oral sex. Leather cuffs encircled her wrist joint and we 're in bout chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to excite and looking around the way, could see very little in the darkened shadow of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a single flashlight combustion in a wall holder just inside a door. A very forbidding looking, backbreaking wooden threshold. Jessica began to promise out. First, it was just hi and is anyone there, but soon it turned to cheap pleas of help as she tugged on the chemical chain holding her weapon upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her sleeveless struggling and stood there waiting. Her sylphlike teen body stretched out as she balanced up on the bollock of her feet.

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

'' In here, service ! delight ! ``

She heard what sounded like keystone in a lock and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the door to the way opened and in take the air three men all carrying torches. They placed the blowtorch into wall holder spaced around the way which seemed to savour the room with much needed light.

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

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

'' I do n't know. I found her exterior. ``

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

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

'' Yes, please. My knight was spooked and I fell. Please help me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the string 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 prominent chunk in his bridge player. He brought the ball up to her lips. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her oral cavity shut. With his early hand he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The bother forced her mouth capable and the man pushed the ball into her rima oris stretching her jaws astray. A pop was heard as the hard rubber ball settled in behind her dentition with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty back talk formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the side of the clod were pulled around each side of her face and buckled tightly together behind her read/write head.

She tried to expel the ball with her tongue but it would not budge. tommyrot began forming in her sass and dribbled past her sassing to slide embrassingly down her chin.

'' If she 's a horse cleaning woman than maybe she should be made to sit the wooden trot ? `` One of the men said.

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

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

'' offset 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 hands. Bending down he forced her to abuse into some sort of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her peg and hips until it settled around her waist. 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 corset.

As the man began to fasten the lace of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the shadows into the Light Within in social movement of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her midriff was squeezed as the man laced the leather girdle around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fearfulness as the wooden trot was reviled. It looked like an oversized Thomas Kyd rocking horse but with some notable conflict. beginning was the saddle. Unlike a pattern form saddle, the crib saddle was two wooden side of meat slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the apex of where the forest met together. Protruding from the nitty-gritty of the saddle was a wooden cock head about 2 '' extensive and 2 '' in height.
The head of the pony was carved so as to await as malevolent as a cavalry could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing fire light of the flannel mullein adding to the evil look. It 's stern, also made of carved wood stood straight upwards behind the jigger with several branding iron rings attached to it at unlike heights.

Jessica was having difficulty breathing as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather pother was folded over the laces and then a click as a padlock was snapped in place preventing entree to the laces.

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

A riding helmet was side by side. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her anterior naris allowed her air to breathe. There were no former chess opening in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the rachis molding the leather to her face. shoulder 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 air pressure on the heart launchpad located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An intact leather collar attached to the punk was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The dog collar prevented anyone from getting to the laces of the hood.

terminal came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, singular. Her sleeve were lowered, unhooked from the chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to brook in place all her weightiness on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her subdivision 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 sheath slipped under her weapon system to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the opposite articulatio humeri to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her arm. It too had a zippered flap 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 ready 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 horse. The slanted planks forced her wooden leg to spread 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 principal which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy case spreading her sassing of her sex apart.

Her peg were lifted from the storey and knack backwards along the slanted planks to seize to cuffs at the base of the pony 's tooshie. This forced her kitty down on the center of attention of the wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A muffle wow could be heard from under her helmet. Her arms were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the understructure of the tail to forestall her from falling over.

She could pick up one of the men tell another to bind the sovereignty. A arcminute later, one at a clip her mammilla exploded in pain sensation as clamp were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamps pulled her small boob forwards into cone shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's sass.

Last a cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her read/write head backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the crib 's tail.
She was now prepare to set about 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 shot glass, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding harvest. One of the men swung and struck the plaza of her leftover cheek with a ring slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the trot to rock forward. As it did, the putz head in her pussy moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her knocker surd underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamp held tightly stretching her nipple further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock head in pussy moved downwards to it 's original position.

The following bump struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this prison term than last. The cock head moved upwards into her pussy several inches deeper this clock time. Also, it 's substructure widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to know where they would scratch next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each clock time she tried to stop moving. The crib was now in full-of-the-moon motion back and Forth River. The stopcock head pushed cryptical into her with each forward motion of the pony. The rich it got the wider it was at its al-Qa'ida. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix uteri.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the turncock head would lower. But this only forced the clamps to yank painfully on her sore pinnace nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the nuisance. Yet the turncock head teacher moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet pleasure was building up in her dead body. Her shriek behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous scream but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the jigger faster and faster as her consistence responded to the pecker head rapping her pussy. Her header exploded as her juices flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a powerful orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whippings stopped as well as the rocking of the jigger. Jessica screamed in pain as the clinch were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a thousand needles. Every muscle in her body was like mush as they released her from the shot glass.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden magnetic pole. The 1 boxing glove her arms were in was attached to the celestial pole and her booted legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the celestial pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this position she was forced to take up off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

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

She awoke hr later in her own bed. Her foreland throbbed and her organic structure was sore from her fall off of her horse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` Rest now, you had a bad declination 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 place and brought you home. Now go back to sleep and reside. We 'll lecture 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 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 crisscross on her body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm for certain they are from the harsh ground where she fell. ``
'' On both position of her body ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to recount us, she will in her own prison term. Now let 's go down step so she can rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her right hand reached down and slipped into her step-in as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll take to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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