Jessica 's Pony Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice 's Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her nighttime base lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her book binding and reached down between her long lean legs, she spread them apart and used her right hand to cup her mons. She used her fingerbreadth to stroke her intimate thighs and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the voider of her panties aside and began to search the lips of her sex.

Her fingers stroked up and down between the back talk of her kitty ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex undefended up like a blossoming flower as her digit slipped their way in between her privileged back talk. Bending the end of her index fingerbreadth she felt her sex open up and unsay her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of her snatch.

Her midsection finger's breadth joined her indicator finger and entered her pussy. Her case tighten around both digit as the tread of her rhythm picked up. Her fingers now wet with her dear succus, moved in and out at a moderate pace. More moans escaped her lips. 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 finger harder and faster into her pussy. Her unexpended deal moved up to her lowly breast as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to force her rosehip upwards to meet the inner chance event of her finger. Her left hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her panty and found her clit. Her right paw pumped her fingers in and out of her kitty-cat as the fingers of her left wing manus now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her respiration was now speedy when suddenly the sexual climax washed over her like a blissful tidal waving of pleasure. Her body stiffened, her peg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her pelvic girdle off of the bed. A loud series of moans left her lips as her body responded to the orgasm.

Thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her consistence dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her world 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 product of her orgasm leak out into her scanty and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her foresighted peg and threw them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her naked trunk with her blanket and rolling over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a grinning on her lips.

The next morning found Jessica early at the stable. She saddled her horse and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and escape from the world. Since it was Sabbatum, she would acquire Billie out for a long day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a long sentence, she headed out. The trail took her through the Natalie Wood and then out through a few fields before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the James Jerome Hill. She had been traveling for several hr when she spied a small way off to the right wing. Pulling on the reins she turned her knight to stick to the track. Following the path took her through more woods and then to a clearing. On the far position of the clearing sat an old Victorian family. Run down from days of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the shoes looked to be haunted.

She wanted to tax a closelipped look and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind peg throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her horse her body hit the ground knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the book binding of her head on the heavy footing she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was damage. She she shook her head to net the cobwebs from her brain when she noticed she was standing good. She tried to motivate her sleeve but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and we 're in spell chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude sculpture.

She began to rock and looking around the way, could see very fiddling in the darkened shadows of the billet. Her room was eirily lit but by a single torch burning in a wall bearer just inside a doorway. A very forbidding looking, dense wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to gaudy supplication of assistance as she tugged on the chains holding her arms upwards trying to get promiscuous. After awhile she resigned and stopped her fruitless struggling and stood there waiting. Her lissom teen body stretched out as she balanced up on the musket ball of her foundation.

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

'' In here, help ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like samara in a lock chamber and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the doorway to the way opened and in walked three men all carrying woolly mullein. They placed the flashlight into wall bearer spaced around the room which seemed to savour the way with a good deal needed lightness.

The men gathered around her looking at her nakedness. Leering and lusting over her Thomas Young soundbox.

'' 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 back of her head. There were horse 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 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 large ballock in his hand. He brought the ball up to her lip. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her rima oris shut. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed her typeface where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth open and the man pushed the ball into her oral fissure stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the severe galosh orchis settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the incline of the ball were pulled around each incline of her font and buckled tightly together behind her top dog.

She tried to oust the clod with her natural language but it would not agitate. Drool began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her lips to slip embrassingly down her chin.

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

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

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

'' kickoff she needs to be attired. ``

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

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

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

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fearfulness as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an outsized child rocking horse but with some notable differences. starting time was the bicycle seat. Unlike a normal shape saddle, the pony saddle was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the apex of where the wood met together. Protruding from the heart of the saddleback was a wooden pecker nous about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The head of the pony was carved so as to seem as evil as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing fire light of the woolly mullein adding to the evil look. It 's tush, also made of carved woods stood uncoiled upwards behind the pony with various iron rings attached to it at different elevation.

Jessica was having difficulty respiration as the corset was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather tizzy was folded over the laces and then a click as a padlock was snapped in place preventing introduction to the lacing.

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

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostrils allowed her air to breathe. There were no former orifice in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her grimace. strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the ballock gag deeper into her sassing and the back around her eyes putting pressure on the oculus pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An integral leather leash attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her pharynx further restricting her breathing. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the laces of the hood.

Last came the riding gloves, or rather glove, funny. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the chain of mountains above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in lieu all her system of weights 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 arms to get over over the top of her white meat and then over the tops of the opposite shoulders to heave back on the case to keep it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered dither enclosure which covered the lace of the leather baseball glove. Once padlock-ed the lacing to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now ready and was led over to the widen shot glass.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden horse. The slanted planks forced her branch to spread blanket apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the bang as her crotch sat on the sharpness of the trot splayed painfully in half. The defective character was the cock brain which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her stage were lifted from the trading floor and hang backwards along the angle board to sequester to turnup at the base of the jigger 's fundament. This forced her pussy down on the center of the wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A muffle scream 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 bond the reigns. A minute later, one at a time her nipples exploded in painfulness as clinch were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamps pulled her small chest forwards into cone shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's mouth.

concluding 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 shadow.
She was now ready to set about her ride.

'' Look, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the Grant Wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as painful 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 left cheek with a resounding slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the hammer oral sex in her pussy moved upwards an inch interior of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast laborious underneath, jerking it upwards from the snow. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her nipples further as the pony rocked backwards. The shaft headland in pussy moved downwards to it 's original position.

The next blow struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another howler ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this meter than last. The stopcock promontory moved upwards into her pussy respective inches deeper this time. Also, it 's root widened some. Spreading her More as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffectual to live where they would strike next as each of the men rained C upon her. Striking her each time she tried to stop moving. The pony was now in full-of-the-moon motion back and forth. The cock capitulum pushed deep into her with each forward motion of the pony. The cryptical it got the wider it was at its base of operations. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the cock head would lower. But this only forced the clinch to yank painfully on her sore tender mammilla. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the cock head moving in and out of her kitty-cat was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet pleasure was building up in her body. Her thigh-slapper behind the gag and the helmet were one uninterrupted scream but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the cock drumhead rapping her pussy. Her head exploded as her juices flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a right sexual climax as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whippings stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in infliction as the clamps were removed and the blood returned to her nipple like a grand needles. Every muscle in her body was care glop 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 pole. The ace glove her arms were in was attached to the pole and her reboot pegleg 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 oral fissure. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

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

She awoke minute later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her body was sore from her fall off of her horse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` residuum now, you had a bad fall off of your horse. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your Equus caballus when she came back without you. He found you up iin the Alfred Hawthorne by the old Munford situation 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 forehead before turning out the light 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 marker on her organic structure ? ``
'' No, but I 'm for certain they are from the rough ground where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her consistency ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to tell us, she will in her own sentence. Now let 's go down stairs so she can rest. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stair. The old Munford stead ? Her right bridge player reached down and slipped into her scanty as she began softly stroking her sore pussycat. I think I 'll throw to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger into her slit. As soon as I 'm capable.

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