Pony Riding

**Disclaimer: I am aware that leaving someone in a position like this while unsupervised is dangerous. This is erotic fiction. It's a fantasy. It doesn't have to follow the rules of reality.**

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He'd tied her in a painful position, and he knew it by her tortured gaze. He'd set her, pussy first, upon a thin triangle shaped bar that had been raised higher than normal so her feet were about four feet off the ground. Each ankle was tied down to the floor as tight as he'd been able to get it, so that the bar was grinding painfully into her, right between her pussy lips. Any movement made her suffer, but he'd make it worse. He was so good at making it worse.

She was gagged with a huge, black, rubber ballgag that barely fit in between her teeth. He knew that was just another one of the things adding to her pain. He'd then taken her arms and tied them behind her back, wrist to wrist, and elbow to elbow, a stressing tie that caused her elbows to touch together and her tits to thrust out towards the end of the bar in front of her. Taking her wrists, he tied them to the end of the bar behind her, causing her to arch backwards slightly. He had tied her chocolate hair into a ponytail and pulled her head backwards to tie the ponytail to her elbows, completing the arch and forcing her to stare at the ceiling.

He held Chelsea's college I.D. up next to her, examining her picture in one, and the reality of her in front of him.

"Hmm. I think I like you better like this." He tossed the I.D. to the ground, laughing. "Definitely better like this."

He walked over to her and placed his hand just under her left breast. Tracing his fingers downwards, he stopped at her navel and began running his fingers around the little circle there. He began pinching the skin there, lightly at first, then a bit harder, leaving small white marks on her stretched and concave stomach. He grinned and then moved his hand even lower. He gently pulled up her labia and pressed the skin between his fingers until she cried out under her ballgag.

He pulled his hand back and looked up at her face. "Oh Chelsea, don't you ever learn? Did I say you could utter a sound?" Her eyes instantly widened in fright.

Once again, he returned his hand to her breast, only this time he turned his attention to the nipple. His left hand followed suit with her other nipple. He teased and pinched them both until they were hard and erect, then turned around and riffled through his bag on the floor. Chelsea heard the sound of a light chain rubbing together, and when he turned around, she tried to squirm, but it was no use and only hurt her arms.

In his hand, he held a pair of clover nipple clamps, the kind that tightened when they were pulled on, and he'd do just that. He returned to teasing her nipples, and of course, they betrayed her and stiffened, harder than before. He opened the clamp and placed it quickly on her left nipple, then followed with the other on her right. She closed her eyes in pain and took a deep breath through her nose, desperately trying not to make any noise.

Feeling light pressure on the chain between the two clamps, she opened her eyes again and strained to get her eyes low enough to see what he was doing. He let go of the chain and walked around to the front end of the bar, but she couldn't see what was going on.

After a few minutes, he looked up at her with a grin that spelled trouble. He hooked his finger under the chain between her nipples and began pulling it towards him. Chelsea bit down hard on the gag and tried to lean forward as far as possible, straining against the ropes that pulled her wrists far back behind her.

He looked at her and then yanked the chain, and although she'd been trying hard not to make a sound, she squealed in pain. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "It only gets worse, my dear girl."

He grabbed a thin rope from the end of the bar and ran it around the chain, tying the clamps down to the front of the bar, pulling her nipples painfully down and away from her body.

Tapping his fingers on the rope leading to the chain, he reveled in the looks she was giving him. Suddenly, he feigned innocence. "What? You brought this all on yourself!"

He laughed and with one more tweak of the chain, he turned around, his back to her, to once again dig through his bag. And once again, she couldn't see what he was doing.

When he turned around, whatever he'd been looking for was being held behind him. He came up next to her and began caressing the small of her back. All she could see was the top of his head and the malicious look in his eyes. His hand slowly moved down towards her ass, found its way between her ass cheeks, and then his fingers pushed them both apart, exposing her asshole to him. He plied his finger into her ass, pushing it around in little circles, stretching the muscle there.

Chelsea felt the flesh that was protecting her just a little more from the bar suddenly give way as she was forced to tilt her hips forward so he could reach her asshole. The point of the bar dug even deeper into her clit. Immediately, her instinct was to lean forward as much as she could to relieve the pressure. As soon as she did this, he used his other hand to push a lubricated dildo up into her ass in a fluid movement so she wouldn't have any time to move backwards and screw up his chances of getting it in there. He moved his hand away quickly as she jerked backwards in response.

Unfortunately, all that her movement managed to do was pull the nipple clamp chain taut to yank her nipples even harder, and the bar only pushed the dildo even deeper into her ass. Sinking her teeth into the black rubber, she had to resist the urge to scream.

He immediately moved behind her and pulled the rope that connected her wrists to the bar downwards, tightening it and forcing her to arch backwards even more. There was now no way she could let the dildo slide a little further out of her, or ease the tension on her nipples, which had become a steady roaring pain.

He walked back into her view and shook his head. "Now, none of this would be happening to you if you'd only been good, Chelsea." Her response was to breathe hard, panting in her stuck tight position.

He turned on his heel and walked up the stairs and out the door leading out of the basement. Poking his head back in, he said "I do hope you learn your lesson tonight." Then he turned the lights off and shut the door.