Taken for a ride
BDSM story by Magnuz Binder.
She stumbled after him, pulled by the leash, almost blinded by the light when they came out into the courtyard. When she could see again, she saw there were two horses there, both in gear for riding it seemed. It took her a few seconds to notice the additions to the saddle on one of them: Two large plugs, the front one probably 8" tall and almost 3" wide, and the rear one probably 6" tall and 2" wide. Running through the base of them, reaching maybe 2" above the saddle surface, was a jagged, wooden edge. Her eyes widened and she whimpered when she saw the arrangement and realized its implications.
George brought out a bottle, poured some thick, white goo into the palm of one of his hands and started lubricating the devices on the saddle. His silence scared her a bit. Usually he used to taunt her and crack jokes, and in a way she found that comforting. Now he worked quietly and intent. Obviously being satisfied with his job on the saddle, he turned to her and poured some more of the goo into his hand and without further ceremony grabbed her pussy and started rubbing the goo into it. It took only a second before it was on fire, with a strange, cold, burning sensation. She gasped in shock from it and tried to pull away, but the leash kept her close to him.
"Don't worry, it's just plain old liniment." His voice was toneless, so unlike his usual self. She was getting really scared now. Satisfied with her pussy on fire, he poured some more goo into his hand, put the bottle asside, rubbed his palms together for a second, and grabbed her tightly tied breasts, rubbing and smearing them with the goo. The chemical smell was strong, and within a few seconds, her nipples started burning with that strange, cold fire, then spreading across and throughout her swollen breasts. She whimpered behind the tight gag and shook her head. George didn't even seem to notice.
She always knew George was strong, but his next move surprised even her. He grabbed her around her waist, hoisted her straight up in the air, tilted her a little to the side, and suddenly she found herself straddling the extra equipped saddle and on her way down on it. He slowed for a moment, adjusted her position so she felt the large front plug pushing her vaginal opening, stretching it painfully and immediately putting her vagina on fire as the liniment on the plug penetrated her thin inner lining. He slowed again to make the rear plug align properly, then dropped her into the saddle, making both her openings scream with the abuse and the searing cold fire from the liniment. The wooden edge also hit home, slamming into and starting to gnaw at her petals and the thin and sensitive skin between her orifices, putting them too on fire from the liniment.
George used a couple of extra straps at the base of the saddle to secure her thighs to it, and for extra measure took a rope and wrapped it around one of her ankles, pulling it under the belly of the horse, and then pulling her legs as tight around the horse's body as they would go, before knotting the rope off around the other ankle. His final additions were two sturdy nipple clamps with heavy weights put on her nipples.
Without another word, George mounted the other horse, smacked at it as he pulled the leash to her own horse, and the horses started trotting out the gate of the courtyard. Her bondage preventing her to compensate even the slightest the ride became a real batterer both to her crotch and to her nipples, the edge pounding and gnawing her vitals, the plugs stretching and battering her inside, and the weights on the nipple clamps bouncing up and down, tearing at them and her soon agonized nipples.
They didn't ride all that fast, and she didn't know how far they went, but when George finally stopped, in a small, crater-like valley, she was totally spent from pain and exhaustion. He unmounted, came over to her, untied her ankles and loosened the straps around her thighs, then hefted her straight up from the saddle, the two thick plugs being so abruptly torn from her battered orifices just adding to her pain, and dropped her to the ground. She was too exhausted to bother, just lay gasping there in her pain, wishing her consciousness would fade into blissful darkness.
The next thing she became aware of was the pain in her groin as George pulled one of her legs out into an extreme angle and tied it off to a wooden stake piled into the ground. Her other leg went next, spreading her almost into a perfect "T", leaving her pussy as exposed as it ever could be. She groaned at the new pain in her joints, but she couldn't do one thing to relieve it. George then became visible to her as he bent down over her face. She jumped from agony when he raised the heavy club above her face and she saw it coming down. "This is the end" she had time to think while she instinctively closed her eyes. The thud next to her ear was deafening. She didn't understand. Another thud, and then one more. Next she saw him put down another stake on the opposite side of her neck, the thuds as he piled it solidly into the ground as deafening as from the first stake.
George used a rope to tie her neck securely between the two stakes straddling it. It was a bit too tight for comfort, and it restricted her breathing a bit, but not worse than what she had survived before. When he was done, he moved away so she could only see his shoulders and head from behind when she bent her neck what little she could and looked behind her. The solid thuds told her he was piling another stake into the ground. Then he stood up and disappeared. She was really freaking now. Was he going to leave her like this, tied spread in the blistering sun, her tightly tied arms crushed under her own weight, her legs screaming with agony from being spread so wide apart, while her breasts, pussy and asshole were only throbbing with a dull pain now.
George returned, carrying some kind of strips in her hands. He knelt down next to her, and started wrapping one of the strips tight around her waist. It felt rough, wet and cool against her skin. He tied it off tight, and then added another strip, knotting it to the waist belt under her and then pulling it up through her crotch, making her scream behind her gag as it bit into her raw privates, so sore already from the ride. He yanked it even tighter, making her see shooting stars of pain, before tying it off to the waist belt just below her navel. He took two more strips and wrapped them tight a couple of turns around the base of each of her already tightly tied breasts. She felt the smell from the strips now, and it was nauseating, He obviously noticed her reaction, even despite the gag, and just said very low and toneless "Rawhide".
She heard about rawhide before, and as he wound another length around her neck, pulling it tight and then stretching it up above her head to the last stake, she freaked and started crying from death agony. She knew what was coming, and she knew this would be a very slow and torturous death. The rawhide would slowly dry and shrink in the sun, tightening its grip on her, the strips around her neck eventually slowly strangling her. But George wasn't done yet. He disappeared out of sight again and when he returned, he was carrying a small bag. He kneeled down between her legs, and she couldn't see what he was doing there. But she felt him shoving the tight rawhide strips through her pussy to the side, and it felt like he was tearing her petals and clit off with them. Then something cold entered her battered vagina, and she felt it starting to stretch sideways. She felt his fingers inside her, rubbing around, and despite the pain and agony, she couldn't help feeling a little hope.
She felt the rawhide strips being yanked back into her crotch again, the pain almost making her black out. George appeared within her field of vision again, kneeling next to her and starting to smear her tightly tied breasts with something out of a glass jar. The touch was somehow soothing, and the smell told her it must be honey. She loved that smell, but her pain-wrecked mind couldn't quite understand what was happening. When he was done with her breasts, he reached up and unbuckled the gag in her mouth, prying the large ball out from behind her teeth. She stretched her almost cramped jaws gratefully and wanted to ask him, but before she got the chance, he jammed a large metal ring into her mouth, buckling it at least as tight as the ball gag had been before.
She felt him touching her lips, his touch almost erotic as he caressed around them, the smell of honey strong in her nose now, and her tongue could feel the sweet taste of it too. When she heard his words "Stretch out your tongue", she almost giggled and obeyed automatically. This was going to be OK. This was just another of his little games, even if he really managed to scare the shit out of her this time. She held her tongue out, waiting for the sweet taste of honey on it, closing her eyes to ravel in the sudden feeling of comfort. Therefore, pain and agony struck her all the harder when it did. The pain on her tongue was immense, and she couldn't see what had happened when her eyes opened wide from it. Then she managed to see him working on one of the rawhide strips below her nose, and realized he had caught and tied her tongue tight with it, She desperately tried to push the loops off her tongue with her teeth, relieving the pain by getting rid of it, but it was absolutely useless.
George stood up again, looked down at her for a moment, and then disappeared out of sight again. She heard him shuffling about some, and then he returned within her field of vision. He looked down at her, looking really sad, and made a heavy sigh. Then he started to talk.
"I'm really sorry about this. But one of our high-ranking clients was worried he had been seen by one of the girls, not wearing a blindfold or hood at the time, afraid she might somehow be able to rat on him somewhere down the line. Joe comforted him by promising to eliminate that risk entirely, by eliminating the girl. The client pointed his finger at you. Joe was really pissed at the mess and needed to vent his anger somehow. He couldn't do it to a paying client, so he decided to do it to you instead. He gave me very specific instructions on how to dispose of you, and that's where you're at now. There is a large ant community nearby, and I just made them a trail of honey to you, and stirred their quarters some to wake them up. The first ones are already between your thighs now, both pissed and eager for the honey. I just want you to know that none of this was my idea. If it had just been me, I would have put a bullet in your head without even letting you know it was coming, but Joe was very particular. He also said he'd send someone else out here in a couple of days to get rid of any remains the ants would leave, probably also to let me know I shouldn't try to circumvent his instructions. I at least hope those rawhide strips around your neck will get you before the ants really starts chewing you up seriously. I actually like you, ehrm, liked you, and figure I owe you that much at least. You were always so fun and responsive, regardless if I whipped you, fisted you or ass-fucked you, unlike so many of the other girls who just have resigned to fate and receive limply. Damn... Excuse me... Now I'm going all mushy... I really hope you won't suffer too much this one time. I better take the horses back before I start leaking... It's been a pleasure up until this time. Bye..."
She tried to scream and plead through the ring gag, but her tightly and painfully tied tongue made it almost impossible to make a sound. She heard the horses start moving, then the sound from their hooves slowly fading. She could already feel the first stinging bites from the ants in her crotch, and even inside her vagina, exposed from the speculum George had embedded there. She started weeping, tearing at the noose around her neck, hoping she would be able to tighten it enough to pass out blissfully fast, but George had done a much too good job securing her neck in the first place, so she could do nothing about it. All she could do was to wait and suffer in the blistering sun, not knowing if the ants, the shrinking rawhide or dehydration would finish her off first.
George and Joe's lieutenant Andrej returned by car some time later. She was just barely conscious enough to notice them. George was complaining as he released her from the stakes: "I wish Joe could make his mind up. This wasn't all that much fun to start with. Where are we supposed to dispose of her instead?" She heard Andrej chuckle, and when she opened the eyes she kept shut to protect them from the crawling ants, she saw Andrej theatrically pointing his gun at George and say:
"Well, we're not disposing of her at all, actually. Joe was afraid you had grown a bit too close to and meek with some of the girls, becoming a risk. So he decided to put you to the test. However, if I had not found things in order here, I would have shot both you and the girl, and left you both to the ants, before coming back and cleaning things up in a few days. Now, there's a jute sack in the trunk of the car. Put her into that one and seal it, because I don't want those ants crawling all over the car. You're OK, and I'm glad you didn't screw up, because I would have found no pleasure in killing you, unlike some of the other clowns Joe has let me take care of."