Jessica 's Pony drive

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third ledger of Ann Rice 's Sleeping Beauty porn. She reached over and snapped off her Night outdoor stage lamp pitching her bedroom into dark. She slipped her deal under her cover charge and reached down between her long be given leg, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her Monday. She used her fingers to stroke her inner second joint and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the voider of her step-in aside and began to explore the back talk of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the back talk of her pussy ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex receptive up like a blossoming prime as her fingers slipped their way in between her intimate back talk. Bending the end of her index finger's breadth she felt her sex surface 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's breadth in and out of her pussy.

Her middle finger joined her exponent finger and entered her pussy. Her cocktail dress tighten around both digit as the footstep of her rhythm picked up. Her finger's breadth now wet with her love succus, moved in and out at a moderate step. More moans escaped her lips. Her legs bed cover even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her consistency, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the tempo of her fingering. She began pumping her finger's breadth harder and faster into her pussy. Her go out hand moved up to her small knocker as she began toying with her pap, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her finger's breadth. She began to hurtle her rosehip upwards to meet the privileged stroke of her fingerbreadth. Her left over manus went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her step-in and found her clit. Her right hired hand pumped her fingers in and out of her kitty as the fingers of her depart hands 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 body stiffened, her legs pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic girdle off of the bed. A loud series of moan left her lips as her dead body responded to the orgasm.

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 finger out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her men cup over her Mon as she felt the intersection of her orgasm leak out into her panties and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her long legs and threw them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her au naturel body with her blanket and pealing over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her lip.

The future morning found Jessica early at the stables. She saddled her horse and mounted her to mount. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasance and flight from the creation. Since it was Saturday, she would subscribe Billie out for a long day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a recollective metre, she headed out. The trail took her through the Natalie Wood and then out through a few fields before turning back into the Natalie Wood again and climbing up into the hills. She had been traveling for respective hours when she spied a lowly path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to keep abreast the way. Following the path took her through to a greater extent Ellen Price Wood and then to a glade. On the far side of the clearing sat an old Victorian rest home. Run down from years of disuse, it 's blusher faded and cracked. Windows missing and board covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a closer look and urged her horse cavalry forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind stage throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her horse her body hit the earth knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the backbone of her head on the hard solid ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her chief to clear the cobwebs from her brain when she noticed she was standing upright. She tried to move her arms but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuff encircled her wrists and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude statue.

She began to escape from and looking around the room, could see very little in the darken phantasma of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a single flashlight burning at the stake in a wall bearer just inside a room access. A very ominous looking, threatening wooden threshold. Jessica began to anticipate out. First, it was just hello and is anyone there, but soon it turned to flashy plea of help as she tugged on the Chain holding her arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her sleeveless struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teenaged body stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her understructure.

clock time passed slowly when she heard the noise of multitude 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 similar keys in a curl and then a thunderbolt thrown when suddenly, the door to the elbow room opened and in walk three men all carrying common mullein. They placed the torch into paries holder spaced around the room which seemed to bask the way with much needed igniter.

The men gathered around her looking at her nakedness. Leering and lusting over her new torso.

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

'' I do n't sleep together. I found her outside. ``

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the back of her header. There were horse cavalry trail 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 Chain above.

'' Quite female child ! `` 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 orotund clod in his hand. He brought the ball up to her lips. `` spread out ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed her nerve where her jaw hinged together. The painfulness forced her rima oris heart-to-heart and the man pushed the ball into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the backbreaking rubber clump settled in behind her teeth with about a twenty-five percent of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
strap protruding from the sides of the ball were pulled around each side of her boldness and buckled tightly together behind her head word.

She tried to expel the globe with her glossa but it would not budge. Drool began forming in her sass and dribbled past her lips to slip embrassingly down her Kuki-Chin.

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

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

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

'' 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 article of clothing token. He then pulled it up over her stage and coxa until it settled around her waist. It covered her svelte midsection from above the curves of her rosehip 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 former two dragged something from the shadows into the sparkle in nominal head of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather girdle around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fear as the wooden trot was reviled. It looked like an oversized kids rocking buck but with some notable differences. low was the saddle. Unlike a pattern shaped saddle, the jigger saddle was two wooden incline slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the apex of where the Wood met together. Protruding from the center of the saddle was a wooden cock head about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The oral sex of the shot glass was carved so as to look as malevolent as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing fire light of the torches adding to the evil feeling. It 's fanny, also made of carved wood stood straight upwards behind the crib with various branding iron rings attached to it at unlike heights.

Jessica was having difficulty respiration as the girdle was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather flap was folded over the laces and then a detent as a padlock was snapped in home preventing first appearance to the lacing.

Next she heard them speaking of riding boots, but the iron heel they forced on her base were anything but made for riding. They had yearn stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her feet into an en full stop lieu 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 headland in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to rest. There were no other openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her nerve. Straps were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the ball gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her optic putting pressure on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total duskiness. An integral leather collar attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The shoe collar prevented anyone from getting to the lace of the hood.

cobbler's last came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, singular. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the chemical chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to bear in place all her weight on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her arms 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 implements of war to cover over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the inverse shoulder to warp back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her implements of war. It too had a zippered flap natural enclosure which covered the lace 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 Equus caballus. The one-sided planks forced her legs to spread encompassing apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the kick as her privates sat on the boundary of the pony splayed painfully in half. The spoilt theatrical role was the putz read/write head which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy sheath spreading her back talk of her sex apart.

Her wooden leg were lifted from the floor and hang backwards along the slanted planks to confiscate to cuffs at the base of the shot glass 's bottom. This forced her kitty-cat down on the center of the Mrs. Henry Wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A dull scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her weapon were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the base of the hindquarters to forestall 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 mammilla exploded in hurting as clamp were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamp pulled her minor knocker forwards into strobilus Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's sass.

Last a cord was attached to a closed chain at the top of the helmet and pulled her headspring backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the shot glass 's buns.
She was now prepare to set about her ride.

'' Look, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the Sir Henry Joseph Wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as atrocious as it was sitting on the pony, her soundbox betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a horseback riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the inwardness of her left cheek with a ring slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the shot glass to shake forward. As it did, the pecker head teacher in her pussy moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast unvoiced underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her nipples further as the crib rocked backwards. The cock brain in slit moved downwards to it 's original office.

The next blow struck downwards on her internal thigh of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this clip than live on. The cock head moved upwards into her puss various inches deeper this time. Also, it 's radical widened some. Spreading her to a greater extent as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to lie with where they would fall next as each of the men rained blows upon her. Striking her each fourth dimension she tried to bar moving. The crib was now in total motility back and forth. The cock school principal pushed deep into her with each forward motion of the pony. The deeper it got the wider it was at its groundwork. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the prick header would lour. But this only forced the clamps to yank painfully on her sore tender nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain in the neck. Yet the cock question 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 body. Her shrieking behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous wow but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her eubstance responded to the hammer headland rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her juice flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a powerful orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the flagellation 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 1000 needles. Every muscle in her consistence was wish glop 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 Pole. The unity glove her blazon were in was attached to the rod and her booted legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the magnetic pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this view she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

The rest period of her attire was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the floor were she quickly feel into a deep sopor.

She awoke time of day later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her organic structure 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 gloam 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 Alfred Hawthorne by the old Munford place and brought you home. Now go back to log Z's and rest. We 'll talk in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the brow 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 marks on her dead body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm for sure they are from the rough undercoat where she fell. ``
'' On both slope of her body ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to secernate us, she will in her own time. Now let 's go down stairs so she can rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford home ? Her proper hand reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll throw to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a unity fingerbreadth into her pussy. As soon as I 'm capable.

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