Chapter 4 (2nd posting attempt)
Sophiaâs boyfriend, and fulltime loving master, ran the back of his hand gently down her cheek. Lovingly wiping away the few stray tears that had run out of the corners of her big watery eyes.
His other hand meanwhile was exploring her robustly bound breasts. His index finger stroking and up and down over one of her pert nipples. Stopping every now and then to grasp it firmly between his finger and his thumb.
He was enjoying giving it a hard squeeze and a cruel twisting pull, until he could see another tear form in Sophiaâs eye.
âMMMMGG MMMGGGPHHHâ Sophia painfully grunted and moaned.
The massive panel gag she wore, with a brutal four inch rubber penis attached, was blocking out any discernible words. Her eyes pinched shut as her Master, Mark, took both her nipples in his hands now, and he leaned back on heels.
He could see the scream erupting in her well rope bound throat, as he held on to them. Pinching them like hell so he wouldnât fall over as he shifted his weight back..
Finally letting go, he gave each red tit a solid upward slap with his bare hand, making Sophia flinch, her body jerking up painfully on her wooden horse. The eight inch long dildo basically impaling her damp cunt, moving around inside her, much to her discomfort.
âLetâs add some nice heavy nipple clamps now, shall we?â Mark muttered
He quickly attached some painfully pinching clamps to her delicate elongated nips. Using some metal bolts discarded in the barn and an old cow bell to painfully weigh down her rope strangled tits.
He knocked the cow bell with the riding crop that he had been using earlier to sting her nipples. The bell rang and he laughed. The swaying bell not making his slave laugh. It was only causing Sophia to let out a series of soft whimpering moans, her forehead scrunching up to show her intense discomfort.
This was Markâs way of taking her âhorse ridingâ some days. It was hilarious he told her, well to him anyways. Â The clue as to whether it would be a real horse ride on her favourite horse, or him diabolically punishing her on the âwooden horseâ, being what riding crop, he showed up with in hand when stating, âSophia sweetie, time to go riding.â
The crop, along with the fact that if he held one of the extreme gags he used for silencing her loud screams during these demanding and physically punishing slave training sessions, she knew it was to be an afternoon of excruciating torment stuck on the wooden horse. Her pussy and possibly ass, being stuffed and stretched for interminable hours.
When he ordered her to go riding this morning, he stood in the doorway of her sewing room and held aloft the black leather panel gag with a bulbous four-inch rubber penis attached to it. Sophia gulped and jumped away from her sewing machine.
Quickly she slipped out of her sundress, no panties or bra underneath to remove, as was his orders. Naked and her pussy already clenching and growing moist, she quickly assumed the position. On her knees, mouth open and letting him force in the rubber cock, the leather panel sealing her mouth completely shut.
It just barely reached the back of her throat but filled her mouth wide from side to side. A cruel metal ring protruded from it, just in case he wanted to chain up her teary head to something in some convoluted manner.
As he tightened the various straps, making sure they were snug, she let out a little muffled sigh. She had really wanted to go ride her real horse, LilyâŚBut unbeknownst to her, that would became a painful activity much later in the long day
âŚ.In the BarnâŚA surprise to comeâŚ
Back on her âwooden horseâ Sophiaâs hurting nipples were the least of her worries. Her Master had turned on the vibrator mounted into the wooden device she painfully straddled.
Just on medium speed mind you. The narrow wood digging into her delicate female parts was starting to really hurt and the vibrator hummed away inflicting a constant buzz directly into the head of her now throbbing clit.
She wanted so badly to move off the A-frame of wood. But the well lubed, stiff wooden dildo mounted up thru the bench, impaled her womanhood and kept her entire body stuck in place.
That, and there was also enough rope wound around her body, digging in and chaffing her neck, wrists and thighs, that she would never be able to dismount this torturous contraption unless her domineering Master untied the many knots.
She was at his mercy, his prized lovely middle aged slave, about to be sent into delirium. A state that she both dreaded and always dreamed of. Dreams of degradation and brutal defiling, that he made come true.
As the intense vibrations went to town on her female nerve endings, she began to unconsciously move her hips, her body taking over and doing what it does best. Fucking anything and everything her Master could throw at, or stuff in it!
The vibrator, wedged up into her parted lower lips, was inflicting its high-speed vibrating stimulations directly on the fleshy nub that is her tormented clit.
Mark, in full Master mode, leaned in towards her, grasping her belted jaw with his strong hand and whispered into her ear as she began to seriously moan and buck at her restraints,
âDoes my beautiful slave need full power now? Do you want to feel your cunt tormented with maximum intensity?â
Sophia shook her head from side to side, garbled sounds coming from her gagged mouth as she tried to beg âNo ..please god no.â
He looked deep into her watery eyes and smiled.
âIf youâre a good slave girl Sophia, I have a surprise for you after. I will take you riding. On your new saddle. Itâs hidden under the blanket over there.â
He pointed to the large cloth draped over something in the barn near Lilyâs stall. The horse jerked its head up and neighed loudly.
Sophia barely had time to comprehend what he had just uttered as she began to scream hard into her gag. Mark had flicked the switch on the vibrator, taking it to its highest pussy numbing speed. The sound of it vibrating against the wood echoing around in the barn and mixing with Sophiaâs garbled screams and snotty sobs.
She was suffering completely, impaled and bound up, utterly unable to alleviate the torture being inflicted on her feminine parts. Hit by wave after wave of body breaking orgasm, she wasnât even conscious of her Masterâs movements on the far side of the barn.
As the minutes slowly ticked by, she thrashed wildly at her bindings. She wanted so badly to get off this ride and to âget offâ. Her torso began to be racked with convulsions as the forced orgasm hit her, spreading through ever muscle in her restrained and curvy body.
Screaming into her gag, the vibrator kept up its relentless assault on her crushed clit. Where normally the intense stimulation of her sex would subside or alleviate, as her master eased off some torture, now it just went on and on, because thatâs what he felt she deserved.
Sophia was screaming at her Master, trying vainly to get his attention. He was standing just in front of her, over by the blanket covered surprise, his back to her as she flailed and thrashed at her bindings. The cruel stimulation of her sex still going on full bore, her mind awash in sexual agony as her clit wouldnât stop buzzing.
Thru her watery half focused eyes, she could see him finally turn around. Was he possibly grinning? She wasnât quite sure as another wave of painful, forced muscle contractions began deep in her tormented pussy and began to climb up thru her tortured torso.
The next wave of forced climax causing her to cross her eyes and lose all focus as every muscle began to tremble. Every rope bound limb tried to flex free of its bonds. Her shrieking constant as she felt her pussy clench around the dildo stuffed up deep inside her. She fisted her trapped hands and wailed into her gag as the forced orgasm overtook her.
Thirty minutes into her torment, Sophiaâs whole body was constantly shuddering, her mind was awash in delirious overly aroused sensations that just wouldnât quit. The tortuous sexual stimulation was overriding her normal train of thought.
She didnât know if she was truly conscious or in another world, as another forced orgasm sent electrifying shock waves through every bound up aching muscle she had.
Was that herself she heard screaming? She wasnât even sure. She just knew that she was a captive piece of slave meat being relentlessly and mercilessly sent into an aroused state beyond which any woman could ever ponder.
Her last conscious thoughts were of a mind full of white noise, pleasureâŚor was it pain? As she saw her Master lean in close to her face.
âArenât you the prettiest looking tortured soul! Forced orgasms on a âhorseâ definitely make you look like your suffering, even while you cum!â
Then he grinned and wrenched off the two nipple clamps. His timing perfect and as the sting in her nipples matched the eruption of another orgasm. The forced climax rapidly spread terrifyingly through every nerve ending in her lovely body and Sophia slumped into unconsciousness.
âSophia? Â Sophia my love?â Mark softly prodded, gently lifting up her drool covered chin. Even with the large panel penis gag strapped tightly around her face, Sophia had drooled out a small pondâs worth of saliva as she had sobbed, moaned and screamed during her almost hour long âhorse ridingâ session.
Slowly she opened her puffy watery eyes, finally focusing on her Master who was holding up her head and lovingly stroking her one of her bound aching breasts.
âGod you are so gorgeous with bound tits Sophia!â he murmured.
Sophia tired, aching and worn out everywhere, tried to smile at her boyfriend and master. The weak smile turning into a wince and a whimper as she tried to move and she felt the large dildo mounted on the wooden horse, shift inside her ravaged cunt.
She glanced down and noticed her swollen and throbbing clit was still mashed up against the now still vibrator. She muffled out thru her gag âHHMMMM MMFP MMM AAMMMâ
Her âPlease let me offâ not understandable in the least. But Mark could tell she was begging to be let out of her restraints by just the pleading look in her eyes.
He patted her head and stroked her damp cheeks framed by the severe gagâs leather straps.
âI will Sophia, I will let you off your wooden horse soonâŚ. But first I have to show you my surprise for you. I think we should saddle up the real horses and head out for a nice long trail ride this afternoon. And you can ride your new saddle!!â
He cupped her chin and gave her a massive grin, chuckling a little as he said, âI spent a fortune on a custom saddle for you. I think youâll like it..sometimes.â
Sophiaâs forehead crinkled in confusion. By now he would have her off the wooden horse and bent over some bench or hay bale in the barn, pounding his cock deep into her well stretched and soaking wet pussy and filling her up with his seed.
But now he kept pointing at the blanket which covered her surprise. A saddle he had bought, unique and expensive, just for her. An expensive gift that made her feel special and loved.
Even after she had just been tormented by this man and he was still keeping her cruelly gagged and uncomfortably bound, completely at his mercy, she knew he loved her. She couldnât wait to be untied and let off this punishing wooden horse. Her plan to first thank him with her mouth and then go ride in the sunshine.
âSo my love, my most obedient slave, do you want to go riding for real?â he asked grinning.
Sophia tried to nod, the ropes around her neck making it hard lower her drooling chin. She winced as the snug ropes cut into the muscles of her neck. She ignored the discomfort and nodded her approval, even if the act of riding on a saddle at the moment, might be a bit less than comfortable, after what her poor pussy had just been thru.
Then he pulled the cloth off the hidden object. The surprise revealing itself to an instantly shocked and then horrified Sophia.
âI know, pretty cool huh? Every stride your horse takes youâll bounce up and down on these leather dildos. Every gallop of Lily will mean your poor pussy gets wonderfully fucked!.â
For a split second there was utter quiet and then only the shrieking. The futile flails of poor Sophia in her strict bonds, making the barn floorboards loudly creak as the post and wooden horse she was still bound on, shifted violently about.
And as her chuckling Master went about saddling up the horses, his willing slave thrashed and sobbed and pleaded. Something she would be doing for hours in the afternoon, as she was forced to ride their large property, still gagged and still bound, on her new saddle, along side her loving master.
And their earlier tumblr chapters linked here, if you havenât seen them
Chapter 3, Oral Training in the Barn
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