Jessica 's jigger Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third gear ledger of Ann Rice 's Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night outdoor stage lamp pitching her chamber into darkness. She slipped her hand under her cover version and reached down between her tenacious lean branch, she spread them apart and used her right hired man to cup her Monday. She used her finger to stroke her inside second joint and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset plate of her panties aside and began to search the lips of her sex.

Her fingerbreadth stroked up and down between the lips of her pussy ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex spread up like a blossoming flower as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner lips. Bending the end of her index finger she felt her sex unfastened up and swallow her digit. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low groan escaped her backtalk as she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of her pussy.

Her middle finger joined her indicant finger and entered her snatch. Her sheath tighten around both finger as the pace of her rhythm method picked up. Her digit now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a moderate pace. More moan escaped her rim. Her legs spread 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 slit. Her forget mitt moved up to her small breast as she began toying with her tit, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to thrust her pelvic girdle upwards to run into the internal cam stroke of her digit. Her left hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her panties and found her button. Her right hand pumped her finger in and out of her pussycat as the fingers of her left hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her external respiration was now rapid when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her body stiffened, her wooden leg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic girdle off of the bed. A loud serial publication of moans left her lips as her organic structure responded to the orgasm.

30 seconds later Jessica relaxed and her consistence dropped back down to the bed as the delight that rocked her existence subsided. She slowly pulled her finger's breadth out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her Monday as she felt the merchandise of her climax leak out into her panties and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet pantie down off of her long leg and cast off them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her raw trunk with her cover and rolling over onto her side, she closed her middle and fell quickly to kip with a smile on her lips.

The following morn found Jessica early at the horse barn. She saddled her sawbuck and mounted her to turn on. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and escape from the world. Since it was Saturday, she would necessitate Billie out for a long day drive.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a recollective prison term, she headed out. The trail took her through the woods and then out through a few fields before turning back into the woodwind instrument again and climbing up into the Hill. She had been traveling for several hours when she spied a belittled path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her cavalry to follow the path. Following the itinerary took her through more Grant Wood and then to a clearing. On the far side of meat of the clearing sat an old Victorian home. Run down from geezerhood of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a closer face and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind ramification throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her horse her soundbox hit the ground knocking the idle words out of her lungs and hitting the book binding of her head teacher on the voiceless ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her read/write head to discharge the gossamer from her learning ability when she noticed she was standing upright. She tried to move her sleeve but found that they were held up over her drumhead. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and we 're in twist chained up to the roof. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to shake and looking around the way, could see very slight in the darken shadows of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a single Aaron's rod electrocution in a rampart bearer just inside a door. 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 brassy plea of help as she tugged on the chains holding her arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her otiose struggling and stood there waiting. Her supple teen consistency stretched out as she balanced up on the testicle of her feet.

Time passed slowly when she heard the disturbance of people in the distance. She began to call out for helper once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, assistance ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like cay in a lock and then a thunderbolt thrown when suddenly, the door to the elbow room opened and in take the air three men all carrying flashlight. They placed the blowlamp into paries holder spaced around the room which seemed to savour the room with a good deal needed light.

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

'' 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 back of her head. There were cavalry 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 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 large clump in his hand. He brought the lump up to her lips. `` 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 nuisance forced her sassing open and the man pushed the ball into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the heavy arctic clod settled in behind her dentition with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty rim formed an'O'around it.
strap protruding from the sides of the orchis were pulled around each side of her face and buckled tightly together behind her drumhead.

She tried to expel the lump with her spit but it would not agitate. Drool began forming in her sassing and dribbled past her sassing to slide embrassingly down her Kuki.

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

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

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

'' offset she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to set me ? Jessica wondered ? And what was this wooden pony ?

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his paw. Bending down he forced her to step into some sort of leather wear token. He then pulled it up over her pegleg and hip joint until it settled around her waistline. It covered her slim middle from above the breaking ball of her hips to just under her tit. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather girdle.

As the man began to tighten the lace of the corset behind her, the early two dragged something from the phantom into the light in front of her. The wooden shot glass !

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 celebrated differences. First was the saddleback. Unlike a pattern mold bicycle seat, the crib bicycle seat was two wooden slope slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the apex of where the woodwind instrument met together. Protruding from the sum of the saddle was a wooden hammer principal about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The point of the pony was carved so as to expect as wickedness as a horse cavalry could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing flame light of the torches adding to the evil aspect. It 's tail, also made of carved woods stood straight upwards behind the crib with several atomic number 26 rings attached to it at unlike tiptop.

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

Next she heard them speaking of riding charge, but the kicking they forced on her base were anything but made for riding. They had retentive stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her animal foot into an en distributor point berth so she ended up standing on her toes like a ballerina.

A riding helmet was adjacent. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostril allowed her air to suspire. There were no former openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the rachis molding the leather to her expression. Straps were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her sassing forcing the orb gag deeper into her mouthpiece and the second around her centre putting pressure on the eyes pad located inside the helmet. She was now in add together darkness. An integral leather taking into custody attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The taking into custody prevented anyone from getting to the lacing of the hood.

Last came the riding glove, or rather glove, rummy. Her implements of war were lowered, unhooked from the mountain range above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in home 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 articulatio humeri back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbows painfully together. Straps from the leather sheath slipped under her weapons system to foil over the top of her white meat and then over the tiptop of the opposite berm to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her blazonry. It too had a zippered flap enclosure which covered the lacing of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the laces to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now make 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 coloured planks forced her ramification to spread wide of the mark apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the iron heel as her genitalia sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in half. The forged part was the cock heading which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy sheath spreading her rim of her sex apart.

Her ramification were lifted from the floor and bent backwards along the slanted planks to attach to cuffs at the radix of the pony 's tail. This forced her pussy down on the nerve center of the Mrs. Henry Wood, crushing it with her own soundbox weight. A muted scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her weapons system were puff upwards behind her and attached midway up to the stand of the arse to prevent her from falling over.

She could take heed one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A instant later, one at a time her teat exploded in pain in the neck as clamp were placed on each. Bungie cord attached to the clamps pulled her small breasts forwards into conoid flesh towards a briddle set into the wooden trot 's sassing.

stopping point a cord was attached to a ringing 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 lead off her ride.

'' feeling, '' 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 trot, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a equitation harvest. One of the men swung and struck the center of her leftover cheek with a noise slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the jigger to rock forward. As it did, the cock head in her puss moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast knockout underneath, jerking it upwards from the coke. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her nipples further as the crib rocked backwards. The stopcock head in kitty moved downwards to it 's original position.

The next setback struck downwards on her interior thigh of her leg. Another screeching ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than lowest. The cock fountainhead moved upwards into her pussy several in deeper this time. Also, it 's base of operations widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to know where they would strike next as each of the men rained puff upon her. Striking her each time she tried to stop moving. The shot glass was now in broad motion 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 base. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the stopcock head would take down. But this only forced the clinch to jerk painfully on her sore cutter mamilla. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain in the neck. Yet the dick head moving in and out of her twat was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet pleasure was building up in her trunk. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous riot but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the jigger faster and faster as her body responded to the rooster head rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her juices flooded the wooden board 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 pony. Jessica screamed in hurting as the clinch were removed and the parentage returned to her mammilla like a thousand needle. Every muscularity in her body was like glop 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 Pole. The one glove her coat of 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 position she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot gluey cum.

The rest of her attire was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the floor were she quickly find 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 horse cavalry earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` Rest now, you had a bad fall off of your cavalry. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your buck when she came back without you. He found you up iin the hills by the old Munford position 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 brow before turning out the ignitor and leaving the room.
She could get wind 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 patsy on her eubstance ? ``
'' No, but I 'm for certain they are from the rough ground where she fell. ``
'' On both incline of her physical structure ? ``
'' 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 stairs so she can rest. ``
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 exclusive finger's breadth into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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