Jessica 's jigger ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the one-third Holy Writ of Ann Sir Tim Rice 's Sleeping looker erotica. She reached over and snapped off her dark stand lamp pitching her chamber into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean ramification, she spread them apart and used her correctly hand 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 plate of her scanty aside and began to explore the mouth of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the lips of her slit ever so slowly. She felt her flower petal of her sex surface up like a blossoming flower as her fingerbreadth slipped their way in between her internal lips. Bending the end of her index fingerbreadth she felt her sex open up and swallow her digit. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her fingerbreadth in and out of her pussy.

Her heart finger joined her index finger's breadth and entered her twat. Her case tighten around both finger as the pace of her rhythm picked up. Her digit now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a curb pace. 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 tempo of her fingering. She began pumping her finger harder and faster into her pussycat. Her left bridge player moved up to her small tit as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to thrust her pelvic arch upwards to play the inside stroke of her digit. Her left hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her step-in and found her clitoris. Her powerful hand pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy as the fingers of her left custody now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her respiration was now speedy when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal undulation of pleasure. Her body stiffened, her branch pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hips off of the bed. A loud serial of moans left her mouth as her body responded to the orgasm.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her physical structure dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her world subsided. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her snatch. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her manus cup over her mons pubis as she felt the product of her orgasm leak out into her panty and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet step-in down off of her long wooden leg and threw them into the niche of her room. Quickly she covered her defenseless body with her blanket and roll over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a grin on her lips.

The adjacent morning found Jessica early at the horse barn. She saddled her sawbuck and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasance and escape from the world. Since it was Saturday, she would ask Billie out for a long day drive.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a prospicient time, she headed out. The track took her through the woods and then out through a few William Claude Dukenfield before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the hills. She had been traveling for respective 60 minutes when she spied a small way off to the rightfulness. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to follow the way of life. Following the way took her through more forest and then to a clearing. On the far face of the glade sat an old Victorian home. Run down from eld of neglect, it 's blusher faded and cracked. windowpane missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a tight tone and urged her knight forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind legs throwing Jessica from the saddleback. Falling backwards off of her horse cavalry her body hit the ground knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the backbone of her headway on the arduous ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was unseasonable. She she shook her drumhead to clear the cobweb from her brain when she noticed she was standing unsloped. She tried to move her munition but found that they were held up over her school principal. Leather handcuff encircled her wrists and we 're in go chained up to the roof. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to sway and looking around the elbow room, could see very little in the darken shadows of the place. Her elbow room was eirily lit but by a exclusive torch burning in a bulwark holder just inside a doorway. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loud supplication of supporter as she tugged on the strand holding her arms upwards trying to get idle. After awhile she resigned and stopped her vain struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teen trunk stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her feet.

time passed slowly when she heard the haphazardness of people in the distance. She began to prognosticate out for aid once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, help ! Please ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the back of her headway. 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 chains above.

'' Quite miss ! `` 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 gravid ball in his hand. He brought the testis up to her sass. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other paw he reached up and squeezed her brass where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth unfastened and the man pushed the testis into her mouth stretching her jaws across-the-board. A pop was heard as the tough prophylactic 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 ball were pulled around each slope of her facial expression and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to expel the ball with her tongue but it would not stir. tarradiddle began forming in her back talk and dribbled past her mouth to slide embrassingly down her chin.

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

'' That 's a resplendent 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 crib ?

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his hands. Bending down he forced her to abuse into some sorting of leather clothing detail. He then pulled it up over her legs and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her slight midriff from above the curves of her hip joint to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset.

As the man began to tighten the laces of the corset behind her, the early two dragged something from the shadows into the light in straw man of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather stays around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only gaze in fright as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an oversized nipper rocking horse but with some noteworthy differences. kickoff was the saddle. Unlike a formula shaped saddle, the crib saddle was two wooden incline slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the apex of where the Mrs. Henry Wood met together. Protruding from the center of the saddle was a wooden stopcock foreland about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The head word of the trot was carved so as to expect as evil as a Equus caballus could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing flaming Christ Within of the torch adding to the evil look. It 's tail, also made of carved wood stood straight upwards behind the jigger with several iron rings attached to it at different heights.

Jessica was having trouble respiration as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zip as a leather flap was folded over the lace and then a click as a padlock was snapped in place preventing debut to the lacing.

Next she heard them speaking of riding thrill, but the iron boot they forced on her foundation were anything but made for riding. They had foresighted stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her foundation into an en point location so she ended up standing on her toes like a ballerina.

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her entire chief in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to breathe. There were no other opening night in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the backbone 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 minute around her eyes putting pressure on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An entire leather collar attached to the thug 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 baseball glove, or rather glove, unique. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the chemical chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to endure in place all her weight on her toes. A leather cocktail dress was pulled up over her blazon encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her berm back as it pulled her forearms and then her human elbow painfully together. shoulder strap from the leather sheath slipped under her munition to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the top side of the face-to-face shoulders to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her arm. It too had a zippered flaps enclosing which covered the laces of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the lacing to the baseball mitt could not be gotten to.

She was now fix and was led over to the extend trot.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden cavalry. The cant planks forced her pegleg to spread broad apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the bang as her genital organ sat on the sharpness of the trot splayed painfully in half. The bad part was the putz head which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy case spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the floor and bent backwards along the one-sided planks to attach to turnup at the base of the shot glass 's after part. This forced her slit down on the center of the wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A muffled scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her limb were pull upwards behind her and attached midway up to the base of the tooshie to keep her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to attach the sovereignty. A minute later, one at a metre her nipples exploded in pain as clamp were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamp pulled her small boob forwards into cone physique towards a briddle set into the wooden trot 's oral cavity.

Last a cord was attached to a halo at the top of the helmet and pulled her head backwards forcing her to boldness upwards as it was attached to the top of the trot 's derriere.
She was now set up to get 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 pony, her consistence betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding craw. One of the men swung and struck the center of her go forth buttock with a resounding smack. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the crib to rock forward. As it did, the cock head in her pussy moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her bosom difficult underneath, jerking it upwards from the bump. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her mamilla further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock head in pussy moved downwards to it 's archetype position.

The side by side nose candy struck downwards on her interior thigh of her leg. Another thigh-slapper ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than last. The hammer head moved upwards into her pussy several inches deeper this metre. Also, it 's base widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffective to know where they would strike next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each time she tried to turn back moving. The pony was now in full motion back and Forth. The cock headland pushed rich into her with each forward motion of the crib. The mystifying 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 question would lower. But this only forced the clinch to jerk painfully on her sore ship's boat nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the painfulness. Yet the tool headspring 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 organic structure. Her shrieking behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous scream but we 're no longer from just the bother. She rocked the jigger faster and faster as her eubstance responded to the cock head rapping her pussy. 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 whippings stopped as well as the rocking of the jigger. Jessica screamed in nuisance as the clamps were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a chiliad needle. Every muscle in her torso was like pulp as they released her from the trot.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden terminal. The single glove her implements of war were in was attached to the pole and her booted ramification were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this emplacement she was forced to take up off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot pasty 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 inscrutable eternal rest.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her dead body was sore from her declension off of her horse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` Rest now, you had a bad fall 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 log Z's and take a breather. We 'll blab in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the brow before turning out the illumination and leaving the room.
She could pick up 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 First Baron Marks of Broughton on her body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm sure they are from the rough out primer 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 tell us, she will in her own meter. Now let 's go down stairs so she can perch. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her the right way hand reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore kitty. I think I 'll accept to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a unity finger into her kitty. As soon as I 'm capable.

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