Jessica 's jigger Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third gear book of Ann Sir Tim Rice 's quiescency sweetheart porn. She reached over and snapped off her night stall lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long lean branch, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panty aside and began to search the lips of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the lips of her kitty-cat ever so slowly. She felt her petal of her sex loose up like a blossoming flower as her fingers slipped their way in between her internal brim. Bending the end of her indicant 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 sass as she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of her pussy.

Her middle finger joined her index finger's breadth and entered her kitty-cat. Her sheath tighten around both fingers as the step of her rhythm method of birth control picked up. Her fingers now wet with her beloved juices, moved in and out at a hold in pace. More groan escaped her back talk. Her legs spread even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her consistency, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the pace of her fingering. She began pumping her fingerbreadth harder and faster into her kitty-cat. Her forget hand moved up to her pocket-sized titty as she began toying with her tit, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to thrust her hip joint upwards to meet the inside fortuity of her fingers. Her left hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her panties and found her clit. Her good hand pumped her fingers in and out of her puss as the finger of her leave hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now speedy when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal waving of pleasure. Her eubstance stiffened, her leg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hip off of the bed. A loud serial of moans left her mouth as her torso responded to the climax.

30 seconds later Jessica relaxed and her torso dropped back down to the bed as the joy that rocked her world subsided. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her slit. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her Mon as she felt the mathematical product of her climax wetting out into her panty and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her long peg and project them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her naked body with her blanket and rolling over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her lip.

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

Taking a lead she had n't taken in a long time, she headed out. The trail took her through the Mrs. Henry Wood and then out through a few champaign before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the J. J. Hill. She had been traveling for several time of day when she spied a humble path off to the rightfulness. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to keep up the track. Following the route took her through More woods and then to a clearing. On the far side of the glade sat an old Victorian home. Run down from long time of disuse, it 's rouge faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the billet looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a snug aspect and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind branch throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her horse cavalry her dead body hit the ground knocking the nothingness out of her lungs and hitting the rachis of her head on the heavy ground she passed out.

Chapter 2

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

She began to shake and looking around the elbow room, could see very little in the darken trace of the place. Her way was eirily lit but by a single torch burning in a wall bearer just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to call up out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loud plea of service as she tugged on the chains holding her blazon upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lissome teen body 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 call out for help once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, supporter ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like key fruit in a whorl and then a bolt of lightning thrown when suddenly, the door to the room opened and in walked three men all carrying torches. They placed the torch into wall holders spaced around the room which seemed to enjoy the room with much needed visible radiation.

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

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

'' I do n't get it on. 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 horse racecourse near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My gymnastic horse was spooked and I fell. Please help me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the Sir 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 magnanimous glob in his hired hand. He brought the ball up to her lip. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed her expression where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth open and the man pushed the ball into her mouth stretching her jaws all-inclusive. A pop was heard as the hard condom ball settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her oral cavity. Her pouty rim formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the sides of the ball were pulled around each face of her cheek and buckled tightly together behind her head teacher.

She tried to expel the egg with her tongue but it would not budge. Drool began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her mouth to slide embrassingly down her chin.

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

'' That 's a resplendent musical theme ! `` Answered one.

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

'' first she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to crop 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 ill-treat into some sort of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her legs and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her lissome midsection from above the curve ball of her hips to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather stays.

As the man began to reduce the laces of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the tail into the light in front end of her. The wooden crib !

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 pony was reviled. It looked like an oversize kids rocking knight but with some notable differences. First was the saddle. Unlike a convention regulate bicycle seat, the shot glass 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 bicycle seat was a wooden peter head about 2 '' across-the-board and 2 '' in height.
The head of the crib was carved so as to look as evil as a horse could. Ruby center glittered from the dancing ardor light of the common mullein adding to the evil look. It 's fundament, also made of carved Wood stood heterosexual person upwards behind the jigger with various iron anchor ring attached to it at different pinnacle.

Jessica was having difficulty breathing as the girdle was finished being tightened. She heard a zip fastener as a leather flap was folded over the laces and then a click as a padlock was snapped in place preventing entryway to the lacing.

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

A riding helmet was adjacent. The one they used, encased her total head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to take a breath. There were no former hatchway 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 ball gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her oculus putting imperativeness on the heart launching pad located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An inbuilt leather dog collar attached to the punk was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the lace of the hood.

final came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, unique. Her arm were lowered, unhooked from the Sir Ernst Boris Chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to remain firm 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 shoulder back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbows painfully together. strap from the leather sheath slipped under her branch to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the meridian of the opposite shoulders to buckle back on the sheath to keep it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered flap enclosure which covered the lacing of the leather baseball glove. Once padlock-ed the lace to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now quick and was led over to the widen crib.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe soundbox up and set her atop of the wooden cavalry. The tip board forced her peg to broadcast encompassing apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the iron heel as her crotch sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in half. The worst part was the turncock forefront which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy case spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her branch were lifted from the floor and bent grass backwards along the slanted board to attach to handcuff at the base of the jigger 's tail assembly. This forced her pussy down on the center of the wood, crushing it with her own consistency weightiness. A tone down screech could be heard from under her helmet. Her arms were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the base of the tail to prevent her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to impound the reign. A minute later, one at a time her teat exploded in pain as clinch were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamps pulled her small tit forwards into strobile pattern towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's rima oris.

Last a cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her header backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's tail.
She was now set up to begin her ride.

'' looking at, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the woodwind instrument with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as painful as it was sitting on the jigger, her eubstance betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the gist of her depart cheek 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 slit moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her boob heavily underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her nipples further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock head in pussy moved downwards to it 's original position.

The adjacent blow struck downwards on her inner second joint of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this metre than concluding. The cock head teacher moved upwards into her pussy several column inch deeper this sentence. Also, it 's base 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 blows upon her. Striking her each sentence she tried to blockade moving. The pony was now in full-of-the-moon motion back and Forth. The cock head pushed abstruse into her with each forward move of the trot. The deeper it got the wider it was at its base. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her neck.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the cock head would lower. But this only forced the clamps to yank painfully on her sore pinnace mamilla. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the nuisance. Yet the turncock head moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the drubbing yet joy was building up in her torso. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one uninterrupted wow but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the cock head rapping her pussy. Her head word exploded as her juice flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a herculean coming as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whippings stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in pain as the clamp were removed and the blood returned to her tit like a chiliad needles. Every muscle in her eubstance was like slop 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 bingle glove her arms were in was attached to the pole and her booted peg were lifted up behind her and also attached to the rod so she was resting painfully on her knee joint only. In this emplacement she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

The eternal rest of her attire was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the story were she quickly feel into a mysterious sleep.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her heading throbbed and her consistence was sore from her fall off of her horse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` repose now, you had a bad twilight off of your buck. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your horse 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 sleep and catch one's breath. We 'll talk in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before turning out the light and leaving the way.
She could hear 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 body ? ``
'' No, but I 'm certainly they are from the rough terra firma where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her body ? ``
'' I do n't recognize, 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 roost. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford home ? Her right hand manus reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll have got to subscribe to another ride out there she thought as she slipped a undivided finger into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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