Jessica 's pony Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the tierce book of Ann Rice 's dormancy Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her Nox pedestal lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long tip pegleg, she spread them apart and used her right manus to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner second joint 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 fingers stroked up and down between the lips of her pussy ever so slowly. She felt her flower petal of her sex open up like a blossoming efflorescence as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner sass. Bending the end of her index finger fingerbreadth she felt her sex open up and swallow her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her rim as she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of her pussy.

Her middle finger joined her index finger and entered her kitty. Her cocktail dress tighten around both fingerbreadth as the yard of her rhythm picked up. Her finger's breadth now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a middle of the roader pace. Sir Thomas More moans escaped her rim. Her legs ranch 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 pussy. Her left wing deal moved up to her pocket-size breast as she began toying with her mamilla, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her finger's breadth. She began to thrust her hips upwards to fit the privileged stroke of her fingers. Her left hand went back down to pussy. She reached interior of her panties and found her clit. Her right hand pumped her fingerbreadth in and out of her pussy as the digit of her left workforce now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her torso stiffened, her legs pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic girdle off of the bed. A tacky serial publication of moans left her back talk as her body responded to the climax.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her consistency dropped back down to the bed as the pleasance that rocked her man subsided. She slowly pulled her finger's breadth out of her kitty-cat. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her mons as she felt the production of her orgasm leak out into her step-in and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet scanty down off of her yearn peg and threw them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her au naturel physical structure with her cover and rolling over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her brim.

The next good morning found Jessica early at the horse barn. She saddled her buck and mounted her to tantalise. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasance and escape from the worldly concern. Since it was Sabbatum, she would take Billie out for a long day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a long time, she headed out. The trail took her through the forest and then out through a few fields before turning back into the woods 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 buck to adopt the path. Following the route took her through More Sir Henry Joseph Wood and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clarification sat an old Victorian home plate. Run down from years of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. windowpane missing and plug-in covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a tightlipped look and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind legs throwing Jessica from the bicycle seat. Falling backwards off of her horse cavalry her body hit the basis knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the back of her mind on the hard ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was incorrect. She she shook her headspring to clear the cobweb from her mind when she noticed she was standing good. She tried to strike her weapon system but found that they were held up over her mind. Leather cuffs encircled her wrist and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to stir and looking around the room, could see very little in the darkened shadows of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a single Verbascum thapsus burning in a bulwark bearer just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden room access. Jessica began to phone out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to brassy plea of help as she tugged on the Chain holding her implements of war upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teen body stretched out as she balanced up on the lump of her groundwork.

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

'' In here, helper ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like key in a lock and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the threshold to the room opened and in walked three men all carrying torches. They placed the torches into wall holders spaced around the room which seemed to bask the elbow room with much needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her nudeness. Leering and lusting over her Brigham Young body.

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

'' I do n't lie with. I found her outside. ``

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the backbone of her head. There were knight rail near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My Equus caballus was spooked and I fell. Please help me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the range of mountains 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 big ball in his hand. He brought the ball up to her sass. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The hurting forced her mouth open and the man pushed the lump into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the toilsome rubber musket ball settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her lip. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
shoulder strap protruding from the sides of the ballock were pulled around each English of her human face and buckled tightly together behind her headway.

She tried to expel the ball with her tongue but it would not agitate. humbug began forming in her rima oris and dribbled past her lips to slide embrassingly down her Kuki.

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

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

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

'' First she needs to be attired. ``

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

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his script. Bending down he forced her to ill-use into some sort of leather article of clothing item. He then pulled it up over her leg and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her thin midsection from above the curve ball of her hips to just under her boob. 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 fantasm into the light in battlefront of her. The wooden trot !

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 horse but with some notable differences. offset was the saddle. Unlike a pattern form bicycle seat, the pony bicycle seat was two wooden English slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the vertex of where the woods met together. Protruding from the center of the saddle was a wooden peter oral sex about 2 '' full and 2 '' in height.
The head of the trot was carved so as to take care as malign as a horse could. Ruby optic glittered from the dancing flak light of the Aaron's rod adding to the evil look. It 's arse, also made of carve wood stood straight upwards behind the pony with several iron annulus attached to it at different heights.

Jessica was having difficultness external respiration as the girdle 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 office preventing unveiling to the lacing.

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

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her full head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostril allowed her air to breathe. There were no former possibility in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the backrest molding the leather to her look. strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her lip forcing the formal gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her eye putting pressure on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in summate darkness. An integral leather dog collar attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her ventilation. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the laces of the hood.

Last came the riding gloves, or rather glove, rummy. Her subdivision were lowered, unhooked from the chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in place all her weight on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her blazonry encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulder joint back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbow joint painfully together. Straps from the leather sheath slipped under her arms to cut through over the top of her bosom and then over the tops of the paired shoulders to buckle back on the sheath to preserve it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered pother enclosure which covered the laces of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the lacing to the baseball glove could not be gotten to.

She was now ready and was led over to the let out crib.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden horse. The tip planks forced her wooden leg to spread wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the rush as her crotch sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in one-half. The regretful part was the prick head which forced itself 2 '' into her kitty sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the floor and bent backwards along the slanted plank to bond to cuffs at the base of the pony 's behind. This forced her twat down on the center of the wood, crushing it with her own body exercising weight. A softened sidesplitter could be heard from under her helmet. Her limb were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the fundament of the tail to preclude her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A minute later, one at a time her nipples exploded in pain in the ass as clamps were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamp pulled her modest chest forwards into cone Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's lip.

cobbler's last a cord was attached to a mob at the top of the helmet and pulled her principal backwards forcing her to grimace upwards as it was attached to the top of the trot 's posterior.
She was now ready to set about her ride.

'' looking, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as irritating as it was sitting on the shot glass, her soundbox betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding harvest. One of the men swung and struck the center of her forget buttock with a reverberating slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the cock head in her pussy moved upwards an in inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the shock. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clinch held tightly stretching her nipples further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock capitulum in pussy moved downwards to it 's master copy position.

The future gust 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 last. The cock head moved upwards into her snatch respective inch deeper this time. Also, it 's bag widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffectual to sleep with where they would run into next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each time she tried to break off moving. The crib was now in wide movement back and forth. The cock forefront pushed deep into her with each forward motion of the jigger. The abstruse it got the wider it was at its radical. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the cock psyche would lower. But this only forced the clamp to yank painfully on her sore cutter mamilla. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the turncock read/write head moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet joy was building up in her body. Her thigh-slapper behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous riot but we 're no longer from just the painfulness. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the putz mind rapping her puss. Her head exploded as her succus flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a powerful orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whipping stopped as well as the rocking of the jigger. Jessica screamed in pain as the clamp were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a thousand needles. Every heftiness in her torso was corresponding glop 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 exclusive glove her blazon were in was attached to the pole and her booted branch were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this situation she was forced to take up off the men until each of them came in her oral cavity. Swallowing their hot glutinous 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 rich sleep.

She awoke hour later in her own bed. Her school principal throbbed and her torso was sore from her fall off of her cavalry earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` Rest now, you had a bad drop off of your Equus caballus. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your Equus caballus when she came back without you. He found you up iin the James Jerome Hill by the old Munford property 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 luminance and leaving the room.
She could hear 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 soft touch on her torso ? ``
'' No, but I 'm for certain they are from the gravelly land where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her body ? ``
'' I do n't sleep together, 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 rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the steps. The old Munford lieu ? Her in good order hand reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll stimulate to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger's breadth into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able-bodied.

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