a woman of Lynn's stature.
'You may stand straight, my dear.'
Lynn immediately straightened up. She pulled her shoulders back and stuck her tits out proudly. She was committed to this evening, and she was damned well going to make the fucking most of it, not only for Harry but for herself as well.
His hand at her cunt began kneading her pussy mound hard, pulling on the curly blonde hair. Lynn winced as a few strands were pulled from her flesh.
But she didn't protest.
And besides, it felt kind of nice to be hurt a little bit, down there. Lynn liked to be used roughly sometimes, Wellington certainly seemed like the kind of a man who knew how to apply the right amount of pain to cause the right amount of pleasure.
Lynn leaned forward a little bit, and very slightly ground her cunt mound against the kneading fist.
Wellington responded with a tighter grip, and a twist of his fist that sent a quick sharp jolt of pain into Lynn's pussy. Her cunt responded with a quick spurt of fluid, wetting John's hand.
'Well, well, well,' he said. He patted Lynn's cunt gently, then withdrew his hand. 'Later, my dear. I'll show you a few little tricks that I'm certain will please you. But for now, I think it's time for your ride.'
John gestured to Don.
Patty had been expecting the tug on the reins at any moment. She winced, tears flooded her eyes at the sharpness of the pain in her jaws and mouth when that tug came. She moved forward on her hands and knees, led to the center of the room by her lover.
Patty had been saddled for a long time. The straps that held it on her back were pulled tightly around her stomach, making it impossible for the young lady to take a full deep breath.
The saddle had been manufactured especially for John Wellington. He had loaned it to Don for the evening. It was a very lightweight English riding saddle. A few modifications had made it useful for a young girl. The straps were wide and could be buckled tightly around a girl's tummy and under her anus. The upper strap would fit above her breasts so that the saddle wouldn't slide off her body. The point of special interest was the mount on the center of the saddle, where a variety of implements could be fastened.
The saddle was fitted with a very large leather dildo. It was a very hard and unyielding thing, with an extremely wide head and a series of deep ridges around its sides that would rub a girl's cunt in just the right way.
If Lynn could have seen the thing she was going to have to mount, she would either have fainted or come on the spot.
As it happened, she was about to get the feel of the thing.
Patty felt the painful jerk on the reins that made the bit dig into her mouth. The bit was another of Wellington's devices. It had a fat long bar of iron that fit between the woman's teeth, far back in her jaws. This forced her to keep her mouth as wide open as possible. Attached to the iron bar was a wide and flat tongue-like piece of iron that fit inside her mouth and rested flat against her tongue. When the reins were pulled, the flat piece of iron was raised, and sharp teeth on the upper surface gouged painfully into the tender roof of the young lady's mouth. A second blade of iron, smaller than the upper one, slipped under the girl's tongue. Tiny spikes dug into the soft, incredibly sensitive flesh underneath her tongue when the reins were pulled. All in all, it was a diabolical thing to have to wear, heavy and painful even when it wasn't in actual use.
And poor Patty had been wearing it for more than an hour.
Patty was halted in the center of the room. She remained as still as she possibly could. Her docility was nearly total. She would obey any command Don gave her, no matter how much it hurt her to do so. She had grown to love the pain, and accepted it all as simply another way of loving her man.
She waited. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together. Her long legs were encased in a pair of black stockings, which left her bare ass a beautiful stark white in contrast. Her breasts dangled from her chest, small and pointy. Her brown cunt muff peeked through between her thighs from behind.
She knew she was going to be ridden. She just didn't know if she could take the weight of the girl who was going to ride her.
Lynn had wondered the same thing earlier. Too late to worry about it now. Lynn felt a hand on her arm again, and she was turned and walked to the center of the room.
Her knees bumped into something hard. Patty grunted. The slightest jerk sent eye-watering pain into her mouth and tongue. Fortunately it also sent a kinky pleasure racing through her body.
Patty had long ago learned to take her pain and turn it into the deepest kind of pleasure. She couldn't tell any more where the one left off and the other began. It was all the same.
She was trembling on the verge of coming almost every minute she was bound. This playing at being a pony was new, and it lent a new thrill to her bondage. While she dreaded the thought of being ridden, it made her hornier than she'd been in a long, long time.
Lynn stood still, waiting for further orders. She felt Harry working the eyeflaps of her hood open, so she could see. She blinked a few times when the flaps were finally lifted away from her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and it took her a few seconds to clear her cloudy eyes to see well.
'Get on,' Harry said.
Lynn looked down. She saw the protruding cock immediately, and her heart stopped beating.
Good God! Look at the size of that prick! She gulped hard behind her gag, and her eyes lifted to Harry's.
He grinned and nodded at her.
'Now,' he said.
Lynn looked back down at the ponygirl, waiting so patiently for her rider to climb aboard. Lynn shuddered once, then slowly lifted one leg and swung it over the girl's crouching body. She placed her booted foot firmly on the floor, and felt the hard sides of the saddle rubbing against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Wellington and the other men watched in delighted expectation as Lynn poised her pretty cunt right over the wide knob of the hard leather dork.
John's cock was so hard now that it hurt.
He cupped his nuts with a hand and began massaging them gently. He took a quick glance at the others, and noted with satisfaction that they were all holding their rigid pricks, eager for more action.
Harry was thrilled with Lynn's easy submission. She often fought him over every little thing, just for the hell of it. But now when she knew the stakes were high she was acting like the docile little pussycat Harry longed to own.
If this deal went through, Lynn would make one hell of a great little fucking partner, that was for fucking sure!
'Good girl,' he whispered to her. 'Now, squat down. Sit down on the saddle.'
Lynn's strong legs quivered as she tried to obey. She bent her knees slowly, lowering her moist cunt toward the long thick dick attached to Patty's saddle.
'Looking good, baby,' Harry said, encouraging her.
Lynn's big soft cunt lips touched the tip of the leather dork. She sniffed loudly as she felt the cold thing press against her sensitive cunt flesh. She froze. Her thighs tensed, holding her trembling body just above the head of the immense fake cock.
'Do it,' Harry ordered her. He gripped her arm tightly and tried to force her body downward onto the cock. Lynn fought him for a second, chewing hard on the cock-gag in her mouth. She was afraid to try to take the huge cock inside her. It was too wide, too big for her tight cunt hole to handle.
She shook her head and started to straighten her legs, to lift her cunt off the leather cockhead.
Harry tightened his grip on her arm and yanked her back down onto it.
Lynn cried out into her gag.
'Get on it. Lynn,' Harry ordered, forgetting to keep her name a secret. 'Get on the saddle, damn you!'
Lynn fought Harry's hurting grip on her bare arm. She fought for self-control. She knew she had to do it, had to try to slide her tight cunt hole down over that monster of a cock, had to let these men do anything they chose to do to her, for as long as Harry kept her here. But she was afraid she might not be able to take it all.
She was on the verge of panic. If only Harry wouldn't keep trying to force her, to rush her.
