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rather large, about the size of a small pony. Russell has stuck a huge dildo with a suction cup on its base onto the saddle. The dildo fills and stretches my entire pussy, which is already sore from overuse. My nipples are clipped with a pair of furred clamps, which are in turn attached to two chains which are linked to the two handles on either side of the horse’s wooden head.
    My hands are left unshackled. My fingers clutch at the bridle at the horse’s neck. My legs are bent at the knees, and my feet are placed neatly in the stirrups at both sides.
    Russell runs his hands over my buttocks, which are placed high and protuberant upon the saddle.
    “So soft,” he murmurs, “so virginal.”
    A tremor runs down my spine. He gropes and kneads my soft flesh, as if he’s ripening them up for the kill. At the same time, he cups and strokes the undersides of my breasts. His touch is soft, gentle.
    Like that of a cherished lover.
    He tugs at the chains to make sure my nipples are secured tautly. I can scarcely breathe for fear of dislodging the clamps.
    “Very good, Gina. Make sure these don’t come off, or there’ll be hell to pay. Now ride.”
    He smacks the rump of the horse. The rockers attached to the legs of the horse begin to creak with increasing vigor. The fiberglass cock in my pussy is not pliant or yielding, and so my vaginal walls are pushed and rocked harshly against its hard shaft.
    It’s a feeling like no other.
    Compared to the seesawing movements earlier – which made use of the nailing motion coupled with the free fall of gravity – this is completely different, like that of a stick whittling in a hole.
    Sometimes the force is rotational. Other times it’s on the same axis. I clutch at the bridle for dear life, feeling my buttocks slip on the saddle, thus slamming my back pussy wall against the cock.
    The clamps on my very erect nipples are pulled taut by the chains, and then released, and then pulled taut again. I angle my tits forward so that the chains cut me some slack.
    Beside the rocking horse, Russell undresses. He does this slowly – languorously – as he strikes the rump of the horse occasionally to keep it going. I have never seen Russell naked before, and I can’t help but avert my head to admire his body.
    He obviously works out.
    Of the Devlin family, he has the most impressive build yet. His pectorals are bulging and magnificent, and his broad shoulders are shaped like a bodybuilder’s. Thick veins run down his arms, denoting that he frequently pumps iron. His legs are a work of art. And his cock. Oh – his wonderful cock! I swear it must be at least ten thick inches long. Its girth is fat and broad, and the flesh within his tight, bursting skin looks iron hard and substantial. It’s as perfect as an anatomical model for show in a doctor’s office. It stands proud and tall above his large balls and below his rich thatch of blond pubic hair.
    Leaving me grunting on the rocking horse, he turns to retrieve something from a cabinet. When he turns again, I see it for what it is – a flat paddle.
    He returns.
    “Very good, Gina, keep going.”
    I’m too winded to answer.
    He positions himself at the right side of the rocking horse.
    “Are you ready for your punishment, Gina?”
    My throat feels raspy and dry.
    I manage a squeak, “Yes, Daddy.”
    I close my eyes, waiting for the pain.
    It comes all too soon. Down comes the paddle on my buttocks.
    Smack!
    “Ooof!” I say.
    My buttocks sting and flood with sudden warmth. The rocking of the curved blades gathers force.
    Smack! The second one takes me by surprise on the heels of the first. They can hardly be seconds apart. The rocking horse goes faster yet. Tears of pain come into my eyes. Inside my vagina, the merciless penis oscillates against all my walls.
    Smack!
    Russell is grinning. I steal a peek behind me. My ass is now florid and scarlet. Indeed, it feels very hot. The pain flares again – bright and immense like a nebulous