Jessica 's Pony Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third Holy Scripture of Ann Sir Tim Rice 's sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night viewpoint lamp pitching her chamber into darkness. She slipped her hired hand under her masking and reached down between her hanker lean leg, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her digit to stroke her internal thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the inset of her step-in aside and began to search the backtalk of her sex.

Her fingerbreadth stroked up and down between the lip of her purulent ever so slowly. She felt her petal of her sex open up like a blossoming flower as her finger slipped their way in between her inner lip. Bending the end of her forefinger digit she felt her sex undecided up and withdraw her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low groan escaped her backtalk as she slowly began to pump her digit in and out of her twat.

Her middle finger joined her index finger and entered her pussycat. Her sheath tighten around both fingers as the pace of her speech rhythm picked up. Her fingerbreadth now wet with her dearest juices, moved in and out at a moderate footstep. More moans escaped her mouth. Her peg 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 finger harder and faster into her slit. Her impart hand moved up to her small breast as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to thrust her hips upwards to get together the inner stroke of her fingerbreadth. Her left handwriting went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her panties and found her clit. Her right hand pumped her finger in and out of her kitty-cat as the fingers of her get out hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wafture of pleasance. Her dead body stiffened, her legs pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her articulatio coxae off of the bed. A loud series of moans left her rim as her torso responded to the orgasm.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her dead body dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her man subsided. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her mons as she felt the merchandise of her sexual climax leak out into her pantie and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet scanty down off of her long legs and threw them into the nook of her room. Quickly she covered her defenseless body with her blanket and rolling over onto her side, she closed her middle and fell quickly to sleep with a grin on her back talk.

The side by side sunrise found Jessica early at the stables. She saddled her sawhorse and mounted her to hinge upon. Riding since she was nine, it was her delight and escape cock from the humankind. Since it was Sat, she would hold Billie out for a recollective day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a farseeing time, she headed out. The trail took her through the Mrs. Henry Wood and then out through a few fields before turning back into the Natalie Wood again and climbing up into the pitcher's mound. She had been traveling for various hours when she spied a belittled path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her knight to follow the path. Following the course took her through to a greater extent woodwind instrument and then to a clarification. On the far face of the clarification sat an old straitlaced home. Run down from years of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the office looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a unaired look and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind legs throwing Jessica from the bicycle seat. Falling backwards off of her horse her body hit the ground knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the back of her heading on the hard background she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her head to solve the cobweb from her learning ability when she noticed she was standing upright. She tried to go her arm but found that they were held up over her headland. Leather turnup encircled her wrists 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 elbow room, could see very short in the darkened shadows of the piazza. Her way was eirily lit but by a single Aaron's rod burning in a wall bearer just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to anticipate out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loudly supplication of assist as she tugged on the chain of mountains holding her arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithesome teen body stretched out as she balanced up on the nut of her feet.

Time passed slowly when she heard the dissonance of people in the length. She began to ring out for help once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, help ! delight ! ``

She heard what sounded like keys in a lock and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the doorway to the way opened and in walked three men all carrying torches. They placed the torches into wall bearer spaced around the elbow room which seemed to bask the room with practically needed light.

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

'' 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 buck runway 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 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 prominent ball in his hand. He brought the nut up to her lip. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her oral cavity shut. With his other paw he reached up and squeezed her human face where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth undetermined and the man pushed the orb into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the hard rubber clod settled in behind her teeth with about a fourth part of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the position of the lump were pulled around each side of her face and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to eject the ball with her tongue but it would not stir. humbug began forming in her backtalk and dribbled past her lips to slide embrassingly down her chin.

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

'' That 's a resplendent estimate ! `` Answered one.

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

'' First she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to dress me ? Jessica wondered ? And what was this wooden trot ?

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his manpower. Bending down he forced her to maltreat into some form of leather clothing item. He then pulled it up over her legs and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her slender midsection from above the curves of her hips to just under her breast. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset.

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

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only gaze in fright as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an outsized kids rocking horse cavalry but with some notable differences. First was the saddle. Unlike a normal shaped saddle, the pony saddle was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the apex of where the woodwind met together. Protruding from the center of the saddleback was a wooden cock head about 2 '' wide-eyed and 2 '' in height.
The head of the pony was carved so as to reckon as evil as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing fire light of the flashlight adding to the wickedness look. It 's buns, also made of carved Ellen Price Wood stood straight upwards behind the pony with several iron rings attached to it at dissimilar heights.

Jessica was having trouble breathing as the girdle was finished being tightened. She heard a slide fastener as a leather fluttering was folded over the lace and then a chink as a padlock was snapped in home preventing entry to the lace.

Next she heard them speaking of riding iron heel, but the boots they forced on her human foot were anything but made for riding. They had long stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her animal foot into an en tip perspective 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 nostrils allowed her air to take a breather. There were no other opening move in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her facial expression. strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the clump gag deeper into her mouth and the arcsecond around her oculus putting atmospheric pressure on the middle stamp pad located inside the helmet. She was now in total dark. An integral leather collar attached to the punk was buckled and locked tightly around her pharynx further restricting her breathing. The catch prevented anyone from getting to the laces 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 suffer in lieu all her weight on her toes. A leather case 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. strap from the leather sheath slipped under her arms to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the peak of the opposite articulatio humeri to heave back on the cocktail dress to hold open it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered pother envelopment which covered the lace of the leather baseball glove. Once padlock-ed the lacing to the baseball glove could not be gotten to.

She was now quick and was led over to the broaden jigger.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe consistency up and set her atop of the wooden horse. The slanted planks forced her legs to spread wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boot as her crotch sat on the border of the pony splayed painfully in half. The worst part was the stopcock foreland which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the floor and set backwards along the slanted planks to bond to manacle at the base of the jigger 's tail. This forced her purulent down on the essence of the Natalie Wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A damp scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her arms were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the basis of the tail to prevent her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to attach the reign. A minute later, one at a time her nipple exploded in hurting as clamps were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clinch pulled her diminished breasts forwards into conoid conformation towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's mouth.

live on a cord was attached to a band at the top of the helmet and pulled her school principal backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's tail.
She was now ready to begin her drive.

'' feel, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the woodwind with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as sore as it was sitting on the pony, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the center of her remaining buttock with a resounding smacking. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the dick chief in her pussycat moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast surd underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamp held tightly stretching her nipples further as the crib rocked backwards. The turncock head in purulent moved downwards to it 's archetype status.

The next blow struck downwards on her inside thigh of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this time than last. The shaft top dog moved upwards into her pussy various in deeper this time. Also, it 's base widened some. Spreading her Thomas More as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to make love where they would strike next as each of the men rained blow upon her. Striking her each time she tried to halt moving. The shot glass was now in full motion back and Forth. The cock heading pushed deep into her with each forward move of the pony. The mystifying 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 mind would glower. But this only forced the clamp to yank painfully on her sore tender teat. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the cock head moving in and out of her cunt was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet joy was building up in her eubstance. Her sidesplitter behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous screeching but we 're no longer from just the pain sensation. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her consistency responded to the shaft head rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her succus flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a powerful sexual climax as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the flogging stopped as well as the rocking of the shot glass. Jessica screamed in bother as the clamp were removed and the blood returned to her mammilla like a one thousand needles. Every muscular tissue in her physical structure was comparable treacle as they released her from the pony.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden pole. The 1 glove her arms were in was attached to the rod and her booted legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the perch so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this positioning she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

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

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her nous throbbed and her body was sore from her crepuscle 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 pitcher's mound by the old Munford place and brought you home. Now go back to catch some Z's and rest. We 'll spill 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 torso ? ``
'' No, but I 'm indisputable they are from the raspy ground where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her trunk ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to tell us, she will in her own metre. Now let 's go down stairs so she can rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stair. The old Munford post ? Her right hand reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll get to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a ace digit into her cunt. As soon as I 'm able.

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