CHARLOTTE
Charlotte was naked riding the Wooden Horse again with-in days. Master Simon had her riding differently this time. Her ankles were pulled up off the floor and bound behind. Her arms were straight out backwards and then connected to the ceiling.
The Wooden Horse felt slightly different as a thin line of wire ran at the apex's very pinnacle. This was not a problem initially as she quickly adapted by gripping the Horse's sloping sides with her ankles, knees, and thighs and gave them intermediary rest by pulling up as hard as she could with her arms. Her upper limbs pulled out behind her would be a problem. Charlotte knew she couldn't pull her body up as effectively if they were in front.
Charlotte was gagged, blindfolded and curiously had her hearing muted by some big industrial ear protectors. It gave her the impression of isolation and concentrated her mind wonderfully on the pain in her vagina, slowly splitting her in two.
Charlotte had tried to put-off seeing Master Simon for at least a week as she worried about the intensity of the pleasure it gave her. If she had acted on the euphoria that she enjoyed, she would have been back the very next day.
Sound bites like, "Getting Into her headspace," had no relevance to what she had experienced. Having ridden the Wooden Horse, she realised what they were getting at. The trouble was explaining the incredible sensation that flooded her mind and body.
It was like a drug and Charlotte knew with all drugs there is always a comedown.
She had begun to feel a little uncomfortable as the ache in her pussy intensified just enough to make her move. It was then she was made aware of another change in her bondage session. Master Simon had shown he was no slouch when it came to bondage as he had expertly bound her boobs with a medium rope.
He sat her down naked and weaved his magic with the rope as each time it went around her breasts, they become more pronounced. Squeezing at their base and making her nipples pop forward for his pleasure.
She could feel her tits becoming more sensitive just by having to move on the Wooden Horse. She desperately wanted to soothe them with her own fair hand but alas this was a scratch she could not itch.
Charlotte was unsure what would happen if she did touch them as this was a new experience for her. She had seen many photographs online where a girl's breasts had been tied the same way. When she had last seen her own breasts before being blindfolded, they just looked a little redder than usual. That wasn't going to be the case now. She was very aware of her nipples and remembered how those girls in a similar state had dark purple breasts that had become ultra-sensitive.
She knew that once Master Simon came back, she was going to be tormented nipples first. She wondered if he would resort to bull clips on her already hypersensitive nipples. She couldn't concentrate on the hellish pain that would cause as she was too busy trying to ride the torments on her thighs, arms and throbbing vagina.
One thing about being naked and spread on a Wooden Horse and at the mercy of a master was it concentrated the mind wonderfully. There would be no external worries for her for hours of torturous bliss as she writhed on the Horse.
She felt a small jolt that made her tits wobble slightly and sting her cunt, and she instantly admonished herself. "Keep still," she said to herself until a second attack came. Charlotte sighed and tried to get her senses to work overtime, trying to reason beyond the pain in her groin.
She felt another torturous shake of the Wooden Horse that made her aware of the thin wire running along the apex. A door slammed closed. Master Simon had been in or someone else. Charlotte panicked slightly, and her pain intensified.
It was then she realised she wasn't alone on the Horse. Charlotte mulled a 'hello' through her gag and then listened intently for an answer. She sensed an answer just as an involuntary pang coursed through her aching pussy to her wobbling nipples.
Charlotte repeated her welcome and tried to stiffen her resolve to hear a response.
"Hello", she heard through her ear defenders.
Immediately the studio door opened and Charlotte heard footsteps striding ever closer. Her blindfold was ripped off, and her eyes winced slightly even in the low light.
A large breasted girl was spread on the Wooden Horse facing her. She was blindfolded and also gagged with her arms out behind her and her large boobs tightly bound.
Charlotte studied her own tits as Master Simon removed her gag and ear defenders. She was shocked at what she saw. Her nipples were fiercely pointing out like the nose of some purple dog, and the rest of her boobs were various shades of violet.
Saliva dribbled out of her mouth onto her sore tits, causing her to flex due to their surprising sensitivity. Her fellow horse rider was un-gaged just in time to emit her pain caused through Charlotte's saliva induced jolt.
She stared at her fellow captive and winched at her big breasts ballooning out a deep purple in colour. She gasped, and saliva leaked out of her mouth down her cleavage.
The Master removed her ear defenders as she gasped for air. A quick sneaky nipple twist caught her between breaths, and she quickly jolted up and cried.
She was a heavy girl, and the Wooden Horse's whole frame moved slightly at her admission of pain. A tremble hit Charlotte's vagina, which stung slightly but having seen the excruciating nipple twist given to her partner, she didn't object.
With their arms straight out tied behind, caused them to bring their heads quite close together. Charlotte knew talking was going to be a punishable offence but couldn't help herself.
"Hi, my names Charlotte nice to meet you."
Charlotte cried out as Simon took slowly hold of her nipple.
"No, don't please," she begged as just the touch of his hand had her senses reeling, "I'm sorry I won't..."
"I know you won't," grinned Master Simon as his excruciating nipple pinch and lift had Charlotte screaming to the rafters. He kept her boob up in his finger and thumb as she continued to cry.
Charlotte went dizzy and then felt her boob drop.
She bowed and took in large gulps of breath trying to direct as much oxygen to her air starved sore breast.
She slowly looked through her moist eyes at her riding friend, who whispered, 'Vicky."
Vicky was so close to Charlotte she could feel her heavy breath on her own boobs. An instant bond of understanding grew between them as she didn't admonish her for the slight pain her heaving gasps were causing her breasts to take.
Master Simon quickly returned with a crop. He proceeded to stab at Charlotte's boobs with it.
"Right suck Vicky's tits," he decreed, making sure to prod Charlotte's boobs in differing areas for effect.
Charlotte grimaced with very poke, She had never touched another girl let alone sucked her boobs, and she was determined to keep it that way. She took the prods on her sensitive mounds wincing at every prod and then wincing again at the involuntary movement of her pussy on the Horse. Suddenly Vicky let out an enormous scream.
"Do as he says," pleaded an urgent Vicky before crying out loudly again. Charlotte looked at her through her watery eyes. She didn't have the slightest inclination to put her lips to her breast.
"But if I suck your tits you'll go through the roof," she pleaded.
"Suck my tits, was all that Vicky could cry out in despair as yet again she screamed. Charlotte began to panic as Vicky rocked on the Horse.
"Please!" She cried as she writhed.
"But!"
"He's shocking my cunt!" A dismayed Screwed Vicky shouted.
"What?"
"Please, please, please!" Begged Vicky, trying to move her breasts nearer to Charlotte's wet dribbling mouth.
"I don't understand"? Charlotte cried in a panic as Vicky cried out again!
"He's shocking my cunt! Just do it."
Charlotte noticed Master Simon had a green box with switches on and saw him flip a switch.
"Charlotte yelped as a cruet burst of electric hit her vagina, seemingly dancing around her clit before exploding out over her sore breast!
"Now, do you see?" Cried Vicky thankful that Charlotte had some idea of what she was going through.
Charlotte mentally scrapped herself off the ceiling but still felt uncomfortable at suckling Vicky's pendulous boobs.
Charlotte yelped again as a double cruet burst on her vagina made her feels as if her clit would explode as it seemed to expand with each shock!
Charlotte quickly lent forward to gobble Vicky's sore tits.
"Oh!!" Vicky cried.
"Are you okay? "daringly asked Charlotte as another shock was administer to Vicky's spiked cunt.
Vicky screamed, and when she came down, she said through gasping breathing.
"Don't fucking talk just suck my tits!" Thrusting her breast forward longing for Charlotte's mouth on her sore nipples.
Charlotte quickly saw the folly of her ways and dived in and took Vicky's nipple in her mouth. Vicky grimaced as Charlotte tried to suck her teats as carefully as possible. Unfortunately, the Master saw this as going through the motions and gave her more current. Vicky screamed with her tit in charlottes mouth.
"Suck them harder! Suck my bloody tits harder! He's shocking my cunt!"
Charlotte jumped as her pussy was shocked to urge her on. It felt like a snake of current coursing through her pussy lips to the very depths of her cervix. She found the energy from nowhere to grip the Horse and push upwards, all the time sucking heavily on Vicky's breast.
Charlotte worked hard suckling Vicky's tits making sure to alternate to give the look of urgency and prevent the Master from shocking her again. Large drops of saliva covered Vicky's boobs as Charlotte quickly worked away at them. Her tongue tired at her vigorous breast smearing. Both girls suddenly screamed as they were both pussy shocked with a long zap.
They came down from their genital torture and lent forehead to forehead.
"I'll be back for more fun later," smirked Simon.
The heavy door closed behind him, and Charlotte and Vicky heaved heavily, slowly pushing back on their ever sore pussies to talk.
"Nice to meet you," gasped Charlotte, "I can't say I've met anyone at such a strange time."
Vicky laughed, "Oh don't, it hurts too much when I laugh," she admitted.
"That will soon go, how far along are you?"
Vicky laughed again, "What do you mean along?"
"How long have you been on the horse?" Charlotte giggled.
Vicky gasped her answer out, "a bit longer than you, he warmed me up in another room and then said he had someone he wanted me to meet," she puffed and gasped loudly struggling to complete her sentence. "Oh, my tits!" She cried, "Is this your first time?"
"No, my second, hang on, you'll soon be in heaven," groaned Charlotte.
JOHN
John lay naked face down on his sofa. He sighed to himself in frustration as he knew he was never going to be able to produce enough semen for Jane's painting. He knew if he even tried, he would lose Sarah if he hadn't already. There was a week to go before he could get his money from Jane, and his spunk collection was way short. His Landlord Simon was already asking for the rent, and John knew the only way of staying in his house was to offer up his ass.
This was nothing new to John, he had done it before and knew Simon liked to take him face down on the sofa. He knew Simon wanted to lube and open up his ass by himself as there was a sadistic side to Simon that liked to have him grimacing with every thrust of his cock.
Simon was soon on top of him humping his ass, and he exaggerated his cries every time Simon slammed into him. Simon was fucking him quicker than usual.
"Sorry love I've got some hot bitches on the horse tonight," Simon grimaced as John bit a pillow.
Simon was soon shooting into his ass and withdrew before he had finished ejaculating. He jumped off John while still pumping into his condom and putting on his robe.
"Another hot bitch to see too?" John confusingly said as he watched Simon rip off his condom and fling it at him.
