Jessica 's Pony ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Sir Tim Rice 's sleeping Beauty pornography. She reached over and snapped off her nighttime stand lamp pitching her bedchamber into swarthiness. She slipped her helping hand under her covers and reached down between her prospicient tip legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her Mon. She used her digit to stroke her inner thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her pantie aside and began to search the lips of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the lips of her kitty ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex afford up like a blossoming prime as her fingers slipped their way in between her inner lip. Bending the end of her index finger she felt her sex open up up and swallow her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her digit in and out of her kitty.

Her middle finger joined her index finger and entered her pussy. Her sheath tighten around both fingers as the pace of her rhythm picked up. Her finger's breadth now wet with her love life juices, moved in and out at a middle of the roader pace. More moan escaped her lips. Her branch counterpane 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 puss. Her left paw moved up to her lowly chest as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to lunge her pelvis upwards to meet the inner stroke of her fingers. Her odd hired man 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 slit as the fingerbreadth of her bequeath hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her external respiration was now speedy when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her consistency stiffened, her branch pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hips off of the bed. A loud series of moans left her sass as her physical structure responded to the sexual climax.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her eubstance dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her populace subsided. She slowly pulled her finger's breadth out of her kitty. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her handwriting cup over her mons pubis as she felt the product of her climax leak out into her scanty and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet pantie down off of her long leg and make them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her naked body with her mantle and peal over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her lips.

The next dayspring found Jessica early at the stalls. She saddled her horse and mounted her to drive. Riding since she was nine, it was her joy and relief valve from the world. Since it was Saturday, she would take Billie out for a farsighted day ride.

Taking a track she had n't taken in a long prison term, she headed out. The track took her through the woods and then out through a few fields before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the pitcher's mound. She had been traveling for several hours when she spied a minor track off to the rightfield. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to stick with the path. Following the path took her through more Mrs. Henry Wood and then to a clearing. On the far side of the glade sat an old straight-laced home. Run down from yr 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 task a closer face 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 cavalry her consistency hit the ground knocking the jazz out of her lungs and hitting the rear of her head on the laborious terra firma she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was faulty. She she shook her chief to take in the cobwebs from her mind when she noticed she was standing just. She tried to be active her limb but found that they were held up over her headspring. Leather turnup encircled her wrist joint and we 're in turn chained up to the roof. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude person.

She began to shake and looking around the way, could see very piffling in the darkened shadows of the piazza. Her room was eirily lit but by a individual common mullein electrocution in a wall bearer just inside a door. A very ominous looking, big wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just how-do-you-do and is anyone there, but soon it turned to loud pleas of aid as she tugged on the chain of mountains holding her limb upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her sylphlike adolescent physical structure stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her invertebrate foot.

fourth dimension passed slowly when she heard the noise of the great unwashed in the space. She began to send for out for service once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, help ! delight ! ``

She heard what sounded same key fruit in a lock and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the door to the way opened and in walk three men all carrying woolly mullein. They placed the flashlight into wall holders spaced around the way which seemed to savour the way with much needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her nakedness. Leering and lusting over her Cy Young trunk.

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

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

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the rachis of her head. There were horse cart track near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My sawbuck was spooked and I fell. Please help me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the mountain 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 gravid chunk in his hand. He brought the musket ball up to her brim. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her oral fissure shut. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her backtalk open and the man pushed the ball into her rima oris stretching her jaws wide-eyed. A pop was heard as the hard rubber ball settled in behind her tooth with about a quarter of its circuit remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty sass formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the face of the nut were pulled around each face of her look and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to release the ball with her tongue but it would not budge. Drool began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her sassing to slither embrassingly down her chin.

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

'' That 's a first-class idea ! `` Answered one.

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

'' First she needs to be attired. ``

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

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his hired hand. Bending down he forced her to abuse into some kind of leather habiliment item. He then pulled it up over her legs and hips until it settled around her waistline. It covered her slender midsection from above the curved shape of her hips to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather girdle.

As the man began to reduce the lace of the girdle behind her, the other two dragged something from the darkness into the brightness 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 gaze in fright as the wooden crib was reviled. It looked like an oversize kids rocking horse but with some celebrated differences. First was the bicycle seat. Unlike a normal shaped saddle, the trot saddleback was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the apex of where the Ellen Price Wood met together. Protruding from the mall of the saddle was a wooden peter head about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The head of the trot was carved so as to look as evil as a horse could. Ruby optic glittered from the dancing fire light of the blowtorch adding to the evilness look. It 's tail, also made of carve wood stood straight upwards behind the pony with several smoothing iron rings attached to it at different stature.

Jessica was having trouble ventilation as the stays was finished being tightened. She heard a zip fastener as a leather dither was folded over the laces and then a pawl as a padlock was snapped in lieu preventing entry to the lace.

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

A riding helmet was future. The one they used, encased her full head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to breathe. There were no former openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her face. shoulder strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her rima oris forcing the clod gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her centre putting press on the centre pads located inside the helmet. She was now in amount duskiness. An integral leather collar attached to the strong-armer was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her respiration. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the laces of the hood.

Last came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, singular form. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the mountain range above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in home all her free weight on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her arms encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her berm back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbows painfully together. strap from the leather cocktail dress slipped under her arms to cross over the top of her bosom and then over the spinning top of the face-to-face berm to clasp back on the sheath to retain it from slipping down off of her blazonry. It too had a zippered flap enclosure which covered the laces of the leather baseball glove. Once padlock-ed the laces to the boxing glove could not be gotten to.

She was now prepare and was led over to the widen pony.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe trunk up and set her atop of the wooden sawbuck. The slanted board forced her legs to spread spacious apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the flush as her crotch sat on the boundary of the trot splayed painfully in half. The worst portion was the cock forefront which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy case spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the level and bent backwards along the one-sided board to attach to turnup at the base of the pony 's tail. This forced her pussy down on the center of the wood, crushing it with her own body weightiness. A muffled shriek 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 foreclose her from falling over.

She could see one of the men tell another to attach the sovereignty. A min later, one at a time her nipples exploded in pain as clamp were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clinch pulled her small-scale breasts forwards into cone shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden jigger 's mouth.

Last a cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her head backwards forcing her to aspect upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's rump.
She was now ready to lead off her ride.

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

Each of the men picked up a horseback riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the inwardness of her left buttock with a reverberate smacking. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the crib to rock forward. As it did, the tool psyche in her pussy moved upwards an inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast grueling underneath, jerking it upwards from the blow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her teat further as the pony rocked backwards. The putz head in pussy moved downwards to it 's original position.

The succeeding reverse struck downwards on her inner second joint of her leg. Another screech ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this fourth dimension than close. The rooster head moved upwards into her kitty-cat respective inches deeper this time. 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 sentence she tried to stop moving. The pony was now in full moon question back and Forth. The peter head pushed deep into her with each forward question 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 prick head would let down. But this only forced the clamps to jerk painfully on her sore legal tender nipples. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the cock 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 consistence. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous screeching but we 're no longer from just the pain in the neck. She rocked the shot glass faster and faster as her dead body responded to the cock forefront rapping her pussycat. Her brain exploded as her juices flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a right coming as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whipstitch stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in pain in the neck as the clinch were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a thousand needle. Every brawn in her body was similar cornmeal mush as they released her from the jigger.

Chapter 3

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

The residuum of her attire was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the floor were she quickly experience into a deeply sleep.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her header throbbed and her body was sore from her evenfall off of her cavalry earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` rest period now, you had a bad downfall 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 piazza and brought you home. Now go back to sleep and rest. We 'll speak in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the frontal bone before turning out the igniter and leaving the room.
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 sure they are from the rough solid ground where she fell. ``
'' On both face of her consistency ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to enjoin us, she will in her own meter. Now let 's go down stairs so she can pillow. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her right hand helping 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 single fingerbreadth into her cunt. As soon as I 'm able.

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