Young Molly, 18 years old, wakes up to find herself strapped face down to the back of a horse, her wrists wrapped around its neck and bound together by rope.
The horse isn't moving. It just stands there, breathing, occasionally letting out a snort.
Somebody else nearby is moving though.
"Don't get many thieves 'round here." a feminine voice speaks from somewhere behind her.
"Wha..?" groans Molly, lifting her head off the horse's warm neck and trying to get a look around. She is outside, the afternoon sun radiating down onto her back through her rough cotton shirt. In the not-too-far distance, pine trees form a thicket and then a forest.
"Caught you tryin' to make off with my horse here." the voice says, followed by the sound of dry pine needles snapping under boots as the unseen person gets closer.
Molly tries to shift herself off the horse's back, but her ankles appear to be tied together as well, underneath its belly. "I wasn't gonna.." she protests, turning her head to look to the other side, where the voice came from.
The woman is standing by the horse's side, watching her with undecided interest. Molly sees that she is holding a fairly long leather whip coiled in one hand, and her breathing instantly speeds up. The woman notices it and smirks as she extends a hand towards Molly's face.
"'Fraid that I'll whip you?" she asks, taking hold of one of Molly's braids and letting the brown hair slip through her fingers.
"Please.." shivers Molly, her brown eyes pleading with the dark green ones of the woman.
The woman's hand moves on back to touch the girl's shoulder, then slips down her back slowly.
"You tried to take my horse." she speaks. "That's gonna count for something."
Her hand slides down the young girl's spine, pressing the warm fabric onto her skin.
"I was only gonna borrow it." protests Molly anxiously, as the hand reaches the end of her shirt, yet proceeds to slip further back, over the bareness of her lower back. A jolt of unexpected pleasure courses up Molly's spine as the hand firmly runs over and past her coccyx. "M-Ma'm?" she half-whispers.
The woman answers sternly: "You go take my horse's back.. I just may take yours."
And with that, her hand moves down into the back of the young girl's trousers. A gasp escapes Molly's lips when she feels the woman's fingers dip into the parting of her bottom.
"P-Please.." Molly tries again. But her plea continues to be ignored, and the middle two of the woman's fingers run deep between her buttocks, slipping further back, then dipping downward as they reach their destination. "Don't.." groans Molly, as the pair of fingers, slow as honey, locate her sphincter and start to rub lazy circles over it. The muscle contracts reflexively, which marks the first time that Molly sees the woman give a hint of a smile.
"Why so tight, honey?" she mocks.
Molly squirms to evade the woman's touch, but her bonds give her barely half an inch.
The two fingers go on to massage her anus even more intimately as the neighbouring fingertips work to spread the hot flesh of her buttocks further apart. In spite of herself and her situation, Molly feels a buzz of excitement responding from inside her loins. She bites her plump bottom lip in an effort to stop a treacherously soft sigh.
For a moment, she dares believe her punishment is over, when the woman's hand slowly moves back up, out of her crack and even out of her trousers. But a second later, both the woman's hands brusquely pull the back part of her trousers down to completely expose her bottom to the sweet warm sunshine. "No! Please.. Don't do this." whimpers Molly weakly, realising she can barely even squeeze her buttocks together in this position.
Once again, her pleas fall on deaf ears. "Let's see what you've got back here, you thieving little minx." the woman says, taking a side-step to get a better look at the girl's bottom. She lays her hands on each cheek and, slowly and calmly, spreads them apart. "Oh.." the woman murmurs. "You've got real treasure right here, you do." She admires the girl's small, muscled hole, simultaneously enjoying the feel of her soft buttocks in the palms of her hands.
Molly tenses as the hands part her bottom even further before all becomes ominously still for several seconds.
Then something hot, wet and soft touches the sensitive rosebud of her sphincter. It rolls and circles over and across, before dancing its way right into the centre, teasing at the pink inside.
"Oh!" moans Molly before she can stop herself. She turns her head to see what's going on. To her shock, she realises that the woman has brought her mouth right up into the parting of her bottom, and her tongue is lapping leisurely at her anus. "Ma'm.. Please.." she sighs, before her breath is caught in another gasp, when the woman stiffens the wet tip of her tongue and slowly nudges it inbetween the stricture of her opening, past the tightness of the sphincter and into the less resistant inner part. With that unexpected invasion, Molly's gasp turns back into a sigh.
The tongue tip thrusts and flicks at the girl's virginal sphincter, delving into it and tracing its way around the anal muscle.
The stimulation almost becomes too much for Molly, but she clenches her buttocks in vain; the woman's hands keep her cheeks firmly separated. A particularly deep thrust of the tongue sends a spark of pleasure from her anal passage up along her spine, then back down again until it fizzes into a small pop of ecstasy in her insides. "Ah.." the youngster moans, her fingers tensing in clenched fists.
