A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training In Latex And Leather - Plot & Excerpts
She had thought sleep would overtake her almost instantly when she hit the straw floor of her cell, but that hadn't been the case. Although her eyes had been quick to close nearly as soon as the wooden door slammed shut, she had only been able to nap fitfully. That was solely down to the device which had no concept of night or day and plagued her incessantly with its ridiculously irregular timetable. Sometimes the build-up would be rapid and she would be allowed a half hour of peace. Other times the machines would work their magic in an excruciatingly slow fashion before they stopped just shy of the main event, and she would only just manage to get her heaving gasps of breath under control before the antics repeated themselves.Things proceeded to get worse the longer the night drew on. Being tied up tightly had taken its toll upon her limbs and they ached bitterly for freedom. Her jaw protested in a similar fashion from the ball-gag. Pussy, rectum, clit, nipples, skin, and eyes - everything was beginning to hurt, itch, ache, rub or burn.
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