A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

... round. Blood leaks down their thighs as the chains imbedded in their pussies chafe their tender flesh. Once Mary falters and falls forward. She shrieks as her cunt chain is forced deeper between her legs. Waldo goes up to the kneeling girl and pulls her to a standing position by her nipple rings.

The pain in Laura’s nipples is growing worse by the minute. Her hands are free, but she can do nothing to relieve the pressure on her tits or feet. Like all places that have horses, the stables of Whistling Nettles Farm have more than its fair share of flies. It doesn’t take long for them to find Laura. For a while, she uses her hands to brush away the insects as they swarm around her and try to land on her skin. However, after about twenty minutes, she is too exhausted to resist. She needs all her energy just to remain standing. Dozens of fat green flies land on her tits and ass. They crawl up her thighs. She can feel their ticklish feet as they try to crawl into the crack of her ass. The even land on her face.

After half an hour, Waldo stops the three ponygirls. The exhausted teenagers are panting. One at a time, he unhooks them from the bar and brings them to posts similar to the ones to which Laura is attached. Using lengths of chain, he hooks the ends of their steel gags to buckles in the posts. When he is done, they are trapped in a similar position to Laura. They cannot sit down. At least they are not hanging by their tits like she is. However, they still have their ...

... hands tied behind them. There is no way they can resist the flies that quickly swarm over their sweating bodies.

Laura watches Waldo come toward her. The scrawny man is holding a riding crop in his hand. He stops in front of her. “Laura,” he says. “I’ve been waiting years to see you get what you deserve. In fact, it’s the only reason I stayed around.” He reaches out and runs his hand along the bottom of the girl’s left breast. “You shur got purty titties,” he mocks in a fake hillbilly accent. “You got a purty mouth, too,” he jokes. “I only wish them lips were wrapped around my cock instead of that rubber one.”

He unzips his fly and pull out his cock. “I bet if I unfasten the chains from those titty rings and let you rest on your knees, you’d happily suck my cock,” he says. He’s stroking his cock as he speaks. Laura nods in agreement. Right now, she’d do anything to get out of this mess, if only for a few moments.

“Well, girlie,” Waldo says. “I’ve got no intention of letting you down. Why tomorrow, I’ll get in line to fuck you, and your little stuck-up friends. He strokes his cock with one hand and uses the other to run the end of his riding crop up the inside of Laura’s thigh. He taps the crop against her pussy lips. “You know, Laura,” he says. “I’m real hurt that you didn’t invite me to join your uncle and daddy to fuck you up your ass. It’s the least you could’ve done to make up for all the times I had to endure your bitchy behavior.” As he speaks, he slaps his crop ...