A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

... burns the lining of her gut. Laura’s eyes fill with tears. She can no longer see her friends as they continually circle the pillar in the middle of the ring. Her cries drown out the crack of Waldo’s whip as it flicks tiny pieces of flesh from her schoolmates’ bums.

Arthur is turned on by his niece’s pain and it doesn’t take long for him to cum. He grunts loudly several times and then pulls his cock out of Laura’s ass. The pain in her backside has only slightly diminished. Most of the hot paste remains inside her.

Her father lifts his foot from her neck and her mother gets off her. They flip her over on her back. Uncle Arthur has carefully removed the condom. It dangles from his fingers. It must be half-filled with his cum. He watches with great pleasure as Wilber and Laura’s parents force the girl’s feet into the same type of hoof-boot that her friends have been forced to wear. They pull her to a standing position, and she totters as she tries to keep her balance. Already the muscles of her thighs and calves are feeling strained. The tiny plastic studs that line the inside of each boot torment her flesh. Worst of all, is the pain in her toes. They have been forced to curl so that her weight is supported by the tops of her toes. Her father and uncle force the girl to the edge of the practice ring. She is positioned between two vertical ten-foot-high wooden posts. While Laura was being bum fucked by her dad and uncle, Wilber had gone into the stables. He now returns ...

... holding a leather case. He places the case on the ground and opens it up.

“Make sure you’re holding her real tight,” he says to his father and uncle. Uncle Arthur pushes the upper edge of the sperm-filled condom through a nail sticking out of the left post. The two men grab Laura’s arms and shoulders. The girl cannot move. She watches her cousin with trepidation. Her asshole still burns. What horrors are next?

Cousin Wilber stands up. He is holding a pair of pliers and a long, sharp needle in his hands. Laura struggles futilely as he approaches and grabs the tip of her left nipple with his pliers. He pulls the nipple out and places the tip of the needle on the side of the fleshy morsel. Laura’s screams hurt their ears as her cousin pushes the needle through to the other side of her nipple. Blood oozes out of the wounds when he pulls the needle out. Wilber goes to his leather case and removes a golden ring. The ring isn’t closed. A half-inch gap separates the “male” end of the ring from the “female” end. He threads one end of the ring through her wounded nipple. Once it’s through, he uses a different type of pliers to close the small gap, forming a perfect circle. Laura continues to cry. Her misery is increased by the knowledge that her cousin is now going to do the same atrocious thing to her right nipple. After he does, the girl needs to be supported or she will fall.

Her mother stands in front of her. “Laura,” she says as she grasps a handful of her daughter’s ...