pressed against the back wall of her quivering cunt.
She was concentrating so hard on the overwhelming sensation of each rock that she didn't notice the two slaves on each side of the horse, until they grabbed the horse and stopped its rocking.
'Nooooo,' Martha screamed as the quivering in her loins stopped, and her mounting orgasm slowly died away. Annette was standing in front of the horse with Deb, pulling the clit leash so tight that Deb had was forced to rub herself against Annette's body. As Annette pulled the leash close, Deb's was forced to rub her clit and pussy against Annette's thigh. Martha heard Annette giving orders to the two slaves, something about her legs and stirrups. But Martha couldn't listen, she was jerking desperately trying to throw her body forward and back to get the horse to rocking again, but the two slaves held it still with little effort.
Martha felt her feet being untied from the stirrups and then lifted and pulled forward. They were tied together in front of the horse, below where her fists still tightly grasp the handle grips. A short length of rope was attached to the bindings around her ankles and then looped over the handle bars. Annette stood in front of the horse with the end of the rope in her hand. She pulled on the rope, raising Martha's bound feet, until they level with Martha's chest and tied the end of the rope to the handle bars.
Martha's ass now sat pressed against the top of the saddle with her knees forced up and spread out to each side of her shoulders. Her fists held tight to the handle bars as her arms struggled to keep her body balanced on the saddle. Her ass cheeks were forced wide apart on the saddle, causing her full body weight to push still further down onto the two cocks.
Annette reached between Martha's ass cheeks and forced one of her fingers into her already stuffed ass hole. She pushed upward until she felt the tip of the cock inside her and then withdrew her finger.
Martha screamed as Annette's finger forced its way inside her overstretched ass hole. She tried to move forward on the saddle in an effort to get away from the intruder but she was held in place by her own body weight pressing down onto saddle and cocks.
Annette looked at the finger that had been in Martha's ass. 'Raise the level of the cocks another two inches!' Annette instructed the two slaves. 'That should keep her from sliding off the saddle, that and the cable tied to her clit!'
One of the slaves reached below the horse and adjusted the two cocks upward into Martha's holes another two inches. Martha could feel the cocks moving upward into her body slowly. They continued to move deeper inside her, past the point where she thought two inches should be. She was about to scream at the slave, when felt the movement of the cocks stop and the slave straighten to stand at the side of the horse.
Both slaves gave the horse a push to start it rocking forward. Martha was no longer able to stop herself from moving on the saddle. Her body slid as the horse rocked all the way forward. Her crotch slid forward on the cocks, grinding her still sore clit along with the clit clamp, against the saddle horn. She moaned from the pleasure of the dildo filling her cunt even further than before. Then came the pain as the clamp on her clit pushed against the saddle horn slipped to the side and twisted her clit as it ground it into the horn. As the horse reached its forward extreme, Martha shook with fear anticipating what would happen when the horse rocked back fully. Martha held her breath and leaned forward, hugging the padded head as the horse released its built up energy, and started its uncertain backward journey.
The shaft in her cunt receded, leaving only 4-inches inside her pussy as the horse rolled to level, on its way back. Martha grabbed the padded horse head and squeezed as tight as she could to keep herself from sliding back onto the cock that was now quickly making its way up into her ass. As the horse reached its ultimate rock backward, Martha's total body weight shifted, sliding back on the saddle, ramming her onto the ass cock. The now 8-inch shaft refused to yield as her slippery spread ass slammed down onto it. The wire cable wrapped around the saddle horn pulled tight, stretching her clit painfully toward the saddle horn and her nipples painfully down toward her clit.
To Martha, it seemed like an eternity, till the horse paused and then started its roll forward again. As the cock withdrew from her ass, the other shot upward into her needy cunt. Her weight shifted again and slammed her forward, rocking her body tight against the ass cock and pressing her clit against the saddle horn once more. As the horse rocked again she was slammed back down on the ass cock to repeat over and over her 3-second cycle of hell.
Martha screamed with each rock, forward or back of the wooden horse. With no way to stop her body from slamming onto either cock she resigned herself to the helplessness of her situation. She began to fell like a rag doll, going wherever the motions of the horse forced her to go. She relaxed her body and allowed the horse to throw her wherever it wished. As the rhythm of the pain and pleasure repeated over and over Martha's body started to respond in an unusual way.
Deep within the depths of her sexually violated openings, a warmth began to arise. Small at first, but growing with each rock of the horse. 'My God. How in hell can I be enjoying this torture!' But she knew how. She was being fucked by two cocks while her clit and tits were being pulled, like the whore she had always fantasized herself being.
She was crossing over to the heinous side of sexual bliss. The side where pain enhances pleasure and the body relishes in it, coercing itself to arouse that primitive part mind where all physical feelings are accepted as enjoyable. The mind's id accepts all stimulus and focuses on only one goal, to spend itself completely in one total, mind shattering orgasm.
Martha's screams stopped. Her realization that pain could add to her pleasure if she accepted it, changed her screams of pain to cries of need. Now she screamed for someone to help rock her harder, faster.
'Oh, fuck me! Fuck me faster!' she screamed not caring who heard her or what they thought. 'Yes!!!! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!'
Martha continued to howl in rapture as Annette and the two slaves walked away, pulling the exhausted Deb by her clit, toward where Cathy was still working her way down the shaft. Bobby, Cathy's brother, had already stopped fucking his sister's ass and sat behind her on the stool.
Cum was streaming out of Cathy's pulsing ass hole and running down the inside of her thighs to puddle at her feet. Cathy's face did not seem to have the peaceful smile it had when Annette had left her before. A wrinkled forehead and tightly closed eyes were the telltale sign that the drug was wearing off. Annette grabbed the girl's chin and turned her head to study her face.
'Jeff, no, please!' Cathy groaned with her eyes still closed. 'Please stop pulling, it hurts too much!'
'Jeff?' Annette repeated as she turned to look at her former trainer still hanging on the gate. 'The little cunt's dreaming about Jeff!' she said as she let go of the girl's chin.
Annette looked at the two slaves and instructed them to, 'Release Slave Janet from the stall, then bring her over here.'
Annette slapped Cathy's face a few times to clear the cobwebs of the drug's effects from her mind. Cathy's eyes opened slowly and then closed as she felt the pain in her cunt. She looked down between her legs and saw the shaft sticking up inside her spread and bent legs. She followed the steel cable attached to her clit, and to the water bucket, below the dripping faucet.
'You have managed to get your cunt all the way down to the knot, Slave Cathy!' Annette spoke in a very slow manner so that Cathy would understand, in her semi-alert state. 'To stop the water from dripping into the bucket, you must push down and get the knot into your cunt.' She paused so Cathy could comprehend what was just said.
Cathy looked down at the knot that was now pushing her cunt lips apart and trying to force its bulk inside her.
'Can't. Can't get it in,' Cathy mumbled without any feelings in her voice.
'Oh you can and you will,' Annette spoke slowly back to the girl. 'The only way to stop the bucket from ripping off your clit ring is to get that knot inside your cunt.' Annette paused again. 'Once you do that you can stand up with the dildo wedged inside your cunt and walk forward till the bucket is on the ground.'
Cathy heard every word but still didn't seem to realize what was happening to her.
Annette stepped over to the faucet and increased the flow of water to twice what it had been. She stepped back to Cathy's left ear and whispered, 'I know the tip of the dildo must have already pushed past your cervix. Just two more inches and the ball will be inside you and the pain to your clit will stop, or,' Annette took Cathy's chin in her hand again and shouted into her wide open eyes, 'That bucket of water is going to rip that clit ring right off your cunt!'
