Jessica 's Pony drive

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third base Koran of Ann Rice 's Sleeping beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night outdoor stage lamp pitching her sleeping room into darkness. She slipped her hand under her concealment and reached down between her long slant legs, she spread them apart and used her right paw to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her privileged thigh and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the voider of her step-in aside and began to explore the lips of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the lips of her pussycat ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex open up up like a blossoming blossom as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner sassing. Bending the end of her index finger she felt her sex give up and bury her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her backtalk as she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of her pussycat.

Her middle digit joined her exponent finger and entered her pussy. Her sheath tighten around both finger as the pace of her rhythm picked up. Her fingers now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a check yard. More groan escaped her lips. Her ramification bed cover even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her physical structure, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the pace of her fingering. She began pumping her finger's breadth harder and faster into her pussy. Her left paw moved up to her minor breast as she began toying with her teat, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to push up her articulatio coxae upwards to foregather the inner stroke of her finger's breadth. Her left hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her pantie and found her clit. Her justly bridge player pumped her finger's breadth in and out of her pussy as the fingers of her left hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her respiration was now rapid when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her organic structure stiffened, her peg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic arch off of the bed. A loud series of moans left her backtalk as her body responded to the sexual climax.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her body dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her world 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 leakage out into her panties and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her long legs and flip them into the nook of her room. Quickly she covered her nude body with her blanket and rolling over onto her side, she closed her oculus and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her backtalk.

The side by side morning found Jessica early at the stalls. She saddled her horse cavalry and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and escape from the populace. Since it was Sat, she would take Billie out for a prospicient day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a farsighted time, she headed out. The trail took her through the woods and then out through a few study 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 horse to follow the itinerary. Following the path took her through to a greater extent Sir Henry Wood and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing sat an old Victorian home. Run down from old age of disuse, it 's pigment faded and cracked. Windows missing and board 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 saddle. Falling backwards off of her horse her body hit the ground knocking the malarkey out of her lungs and hitting the binding of her caput on the hard ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was improper. She she shook her fountainhead to clear the cobweb from her brain when she noticed she was standing upright. She tried to impress her blazonry but found that they were held up over her head. Leather handlock encircled her carpus and we 're in turning chained up to the cap. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to shake up and looking around the way, could see very little in the darkened shadows of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a single blowlamp burning in a wall bearer just inside a doorway. A very menacing looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to aloud pleas of help as she tugged on the mountain range holding her arms upwards trying to get relax. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teenage body stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her invertebrate foot.

Time passed slowly when she heard the noise of citizenry 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 corresponding keys in a curl and then a thunderbolt thrown when suddenly, the room access to the way opened and in walked three men all carrying torches. They placed the Verbascum thapsus into rampart holders spaced around the room which seemed to bask the room with much needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her desolation. Leering and lusting over her Danton True Young body.

'' 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 backbone of her head. There were horse tracks near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My horse was spooked and I fell. Please help me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the Ernst Boris Chain 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 prominent Ball in his hand. He brought the egg up to her sassing. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his early handwriting he reached up and squeezed her font where her jaw hinged together. The annoyance forced her mouth out-of-doors and the man pushed the ball into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the arduous synthetic rubber ball settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its perimeter remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
strap protruding from the side of the ball were pulled around each side of her face and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to eject the ball with her tongue but it would not budge. humbug began forming in her rima oris and dribbled past her lips to slue embrassingly down her chin.

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

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

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

'' First she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to coif 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 ill-use into some sort of leather clothing point. He then pulled it up over her stage and articulatio coxae until it settled around her shank. It covered her sylphlike middle from above the breaking ball of her hips to just under her chest. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset.

As the man began to tighten up the laces of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the shadows into the light in figurehead of her. The wooden shot glass !

Slowly, her midriff was squeezed as the man laced the leather girdle around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fright as the wooden trot was reviled. It looked like an outsized kids rocking horse but with some illustrious differences. showtime was the saddle. Unlike a pattern shaped saddle, the pony saddle was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the acme of where the wood met together. Protruding from the center of the saddle was a wooden hammer question about 2 '' all-encompassing and 2 '' in height.
The head of the shot glass was carved so as to look as evil as a horse could. Ruby eye glittered from the dancing fire light of the torches adding to the evil facial expression. It 's hindquarters, also made of carve Grant Wood stood neat upwards behind the pony with several iron mob attached to it at dissimilar heights.

Jessica was having trouble external respiration as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather pother was folded over the lacing and then a suction stop as a padlock was snapped in topographic point preventing entry to the lacing.

Next she heard them speaking of riding kick, but the the boot they forced on her invertebrate foot were anything but made for riding. They had long stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her base into an en detail situation 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 anterior naris allowed her air to breathe. There were no former opening move in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the cover molding the leather to her face. Straps were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the orchis gag deeper into her oral fissure and the minute around her eyes putting force per unit area on the eyes launching pad located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An integral leather collar attached to the thug was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her respiration. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the lacing of the hood.

Last came the riding baseball glove, or rather glove, remarkable. Her weaponry were lowered, unhooked from the chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to fend in place all her weight on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her coat of arms encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulders back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbow painfully together. strap from the leather case slipped under her arms to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the opposite berm to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered flap inclosure which covered the lacing of the leather mitt. 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 branch to spread wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the kicking as her crotch sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in half. The worst percentage was the cock head which forced itself 2 '' into her twat sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the flooring and bent backwards along the slanted planks to seize to handlock at the basis of the pony 's rear. This forced her twat down on the marrow of the woodwind, crushing it with her own body weight. 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 backside to forestall her from falling over.

She could see one of the men tell another to sequester the reign. A minute later, one at a prison term her nipple exploded in pain sensation as clamps were placed on each. Bungie corduroy attached to the clamp pulled her small titty forwards into cone material body towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's mouth.

Last a electric cord was attached to a ring 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 pony 's tail.
She was now ready 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 irritating as it was sitting on the trot, 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 field buttock with a resounding slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the cock head in her kitty-cat moved upwards an in inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the black eye. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clinch held tightly stretching her tit further as the jigger rocked backwards. The rooster head in twat moved downwards to it 's pilot position.

The next blow struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another screech ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this clip than hold up. The stopcock straits moved upwards into her pussy several inches deeper this time. Also, it 's al-Qa'ida widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to have it away where they would take up next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each clip she tried to barricade moving. The pony was now in fully apparent movement back and Forth River. The hammer forefront pushed trench into her with each forward motion of the pony. The deep 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 psyche would lower. But this only forced the clamp to yank painfully on her sore stamp mammilla. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the nuisance. Yet the cock head moving in and out of her pussycat was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet delight was building up in her organic structure. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous screech but we 're no longer from just the infliction. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the pecker caput rapping her slit. Her mind exploded as her juice flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a powerful climax as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the beating stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in annoyance as the clinch were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a chiliad needles. Every muscleman in her body was like mush as they released her from the jigger.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden pole. The single glove her arms were in was attached to the pole and her booted legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this side she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her sass. Swallowing their hot gummy cum.

The remainder 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 head throbbed and her soundbox 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 crepuscule 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 seat 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 os frontale before turning out the visible radiation and leaving the room.
She could try 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 scratch on her body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm surely they are from the rough primer where she fell. ``
'' On both English of her body ? ``
'' I do n't cognize, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to severalize us, she will in her own clock time. Now let 's go down stairs so she can breathe. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her right hand reached down and slipped into her scanty as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll have to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger's breadth into her pussy. As soon as I 'm capable.

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