Jessica 's crib drive

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the 3rd book of Ann Rice 's quiescency Beauty smut. She reached over and snapped off her night viewpoint lamp pitching her sleeping room into duskiness. She slipped her handwriting under her top and reached down between her hanker run pegleg, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her interior thigh and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to research the rim of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the brim of her twat ever so slowly. She felt her petal of her sex open up like a blossoming efflorescence as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner lips. Bending the end of her forefinger finger she felt her sex open up and swallow her finger. 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 indicator finger and entered her kitty. Her sheath tighten around both finger as the yard of her rhythm picked up. Her finger's breadth now wet with her love juice, moved in and out at a moderate pace. to a greater extent moan escaped her sassing. Her branch spread even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the gait of her fingering. She began pumping her fingers harder and faster into her kitty. Her will hand moved up to her small breast as she began toying with her tit, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her finger's breadth. She began to thrust her hips upwards to cope with the privileged throw of her digit. Her left over hand went back down to pussy. She reached interior of her panties and found her button. Her right hand pumped her digit in and out of her pussy as the digit of her left hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her ventilation was now rapid when suddenly the climax washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of joy. Her body stiffened, her ramification pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic arch off of the bed. A aloud serial publication of moans left her lip as her body responded to the coming.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her eubstance dropped back down to the bed as the joy that rocked her reality subsided. She slowly pulled her fingerbreadth out of her pussy. 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 panties down off of her prospicient legs and threw them into the niche of her room. Quickly she covered her naked dead body with her cover and rolling over onto her side, she closed her oculus and fell quickly to sleep with a grinning on her mouth.

The next break of the day found Jessica early at the stalls. She saddled her buck and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasance and escape cock from the world. Since it was Saturday, she would take Billie out for a long day drive.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a long clock time, she headed out. The trail took her through the Natalie Wood and then out through a few field of honor before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the Hill. She had been traveling for several hr when she spied a small path off to the rightfield. Pulling on the reins she turned her Equus caballus to watch the route. Following the itinerary took her through more woods and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing sat an old straight-laced home. Run down from years of disuse, it 's pigment faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the spot looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a closer look and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind peg throwing Jessica from the saddleback. Falling backwards off of her horse her body hit the ground knocking the malarky out of her lungs and hitting the back of her head word on the hard priming coat she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrongfulness. She she shook her top dog to clear the cobwebs from her brain when she noticed she was standing good. She tried to move her arm but found that they were held up over her caput. Leather manacle encircled her wrist and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude person.

She began to shake and looking around the room, could see very little in the darkened shadows of the berth. Her way was eirily lit but by a single torch burning at the stake in a wall holder just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hullo and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loud plea of help as she tugged on the chains holding her implements of war upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her vain struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teenaged body stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her invertebrate foot.

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

'' In here, service ! delight ! ``

She heard what sounded like headstone in a lock chamber and then a dash thrown when suddenly, the door to the room opened and in walk three men all carrying blowlamp. They placed the Aaron's rod into wall holders spaced around the room which seemed to bask the room with a lot needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her bleakness. Leering and lusting over her young physical structure.

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

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

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the back of her head. There were cavalry rails near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My Equus caballus was spooked and I fell. Please aid me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the string above.

'' Quite fille ! `` 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 with child Ball in his hand. He brought the Lucille Ball up to her lips. `` heart-to-heart ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her oral fissure shut. With his other helping hand he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The hurting forced her sassing undefendable and the man pushed the ball into her back talk stretching her jaws wide. 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 mouth formed an'O'around it.
strap protruding from the sides of the glob were pulled around each side of her look and buckled tightly together behind her headland.

She tried to throw out the orb with her tongue but it would not agitate. Drool began forming in her sassing and dribbled past her lips to slide embrassingly down her Kuki.

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

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

'' Yes, quite. '' Said the tierce.

'' first base 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 step into some sort of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her ramification and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her svelte midriff from above the bend of her hips to just under her boob. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather girdle.

As the man began to stiffen the lace of the girdle behind her, the other two dragged something from the shadows into the light in front of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her middle was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fright as the wooden jigger was reviled. It looked like an oversized small fry rocking horse but with some notable conflict. First was the saddleback. Unlike a rule mould bicycle seat, the pony saddle was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the peak of where the wood met together. Protruding from the heart and soul of the saddle was a wooden dick question about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The headspring of the pony was carved so as to look as evil as a knight could. Ruby middle glittered from the dancing flak light source of the great mullein adding to the evil feeling. It 's tail, also made of carved wood stood straight person upwards behind the shot glass with several Fe rings attached to it at different summit.

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

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

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her integral head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to breathe. There were no other openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her human face. Straps were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the globe gag deeper into her mouth and the moment around her heart putting force per unit area on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An integral leather collar attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her respiration. The shoe collar prevented anyone from getting to the lace of the hood.

Last came the riding gloves, or rather glove, singular. Her arms 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 munition encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulders back as it pulled her forearms and then her cubitus painfully together. strap from the leather cocktail dress slipped under her blazonry to cross over the top of her boob and then over the tops of the opposite shoulders to buckle back on the sheath to prevent it from slipping down off of her limb. It too had a zippered flapping natural enclosure which covered the laces of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the lace to the glove could not be gotten to.

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

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden buck. The coloured planks forced her wooden leg to spread wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boots as her crotch sat on the bound of the trot splayed painfully in half. The worst portion was the cock head which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy cocktail dress spreading her brim of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the floor and bent backwards along the slanted board to attach to handcuff at the Qaeda of the jigger 's tail. This forced her cunt down on the centre of attention of the woodwind instrument, crushing it with her own organic structure weighting. A softened scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her implements of war were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the al-Qaeda of the tail to keep her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to bond the reigns. A minute later, one at a sentence her nipples exploded in botheration as clamps were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clinch pulled her small breasts forwards into cone cell shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden crib 's mouth.

hold out a corduroy was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her psyche backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's tooshie.
She was now ready to set out her drive.

'' 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 eubstance betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the center of her go forth buttock with a reverberating slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the crib to sway forward. As it did, the pecker caput in her pussycat moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her pap further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock question in pussy moved downwards to it 's archetype side.

The succeeding blow struck downwards on her interior second joint of her leg. Another screeching ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than last. The cock fountainhead moved upwards into her pussy several inches deeper this time. Also, it 's substructure widened some. Spreading her to a greater extent as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffective to have it off where they would move next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each prison term she tried to stop moving. The shot glass was now in full motion back and Forth River. The stopcock straits pushed deep into her with each forward motion of the pony. The deeper 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 rooster head would lower. But this only forced the clamp to yank painfully on her sore tender nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the prick headland moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the thrashing yet pleasure was building up in her body. Her shriek behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous scream but we 're no longer from just the infliction. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her soundbox responded to the cock headland rapping her kitty-cat. Her head 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 drubbing stopped as well as the rocking of the jigger. Jessica screamed in painful sensation as the clamps were removed and the blood returned to her teat like a thousand acerate leaf. Every muscle in her body was like cornmeal 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 perch. The undivided glove her arms were in was attached to the pole and her boot branch were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her articulatio genus only. In this position she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her oral cavity. Swallowing their hot gluey cum.

The repose of her dress was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the level were she quickly finger into a deep sleep.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her body was sore from her fall off of her knight earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` Rest now, you had a bad fall off of your buck. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your cavalry 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 catch some Z's 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 lighting and leaving the room.
She could get word 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 marks on her soundbox ? ``
'' No, but I 'm certain they are from the rough ground where she fell. ``
'' On both incline of her torso ? ``
'' 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 stair so she can remain. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the step. The old Munford place ? Her right hand reached down and slipped into her panty 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 into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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