by Teased, Tied
“It’s shark skin, Cherry. It’s made up of a matrix of tiny, hard, tooth-like structures called dermal denticles or placoid scales. If you could see them under a magnifying glass, you would see curved, grooved teeth that make a skin of very tough amour with a texture like sandpaper. All of the spines point backward, toward the tail of the shark, so it feels relatively smooth when you run along one direction toward the saddles horn. It is the other way that you would feel the spines on your flesh.” He spoke with authority, Louis having caught the shark that was skinned for the saddle.
He let it sink in for a second. “You will ride the saddle, Cherry. Naked and spread. The strip was built to scorch the heated cunt of the rider with pleasure and pain.”
She looked at them, seeing only the erections of the three men. They were excited at the thought of stripping her and forcing her to ride the saddle and abrade her pussy. She didn’t say a word as Louis spoke up again. Her fingers ran the other way on the strip, feeling the harshness of the spines at they dug into her fingers.
“We do love you to have your pleasure, Cherry. The horn was built for the rider’s pleasure.” He saw her fingers caressing the horn as if it were his cock. “There are two different types of nodules along the horn. Some of them are hard plastic, but others are a more malleable material that will stroke and caress you as you move over them. They are situated precisely so that the rider’s clit will strike them... a hard and erect clit that is already aroused. One like yours is now.”
She blushed in shame that he knew her secrets, her panties soaked at the thought of riding the saddle for Louis and his friends. There would be three of them. What will I have to do when I’m finished riding the saddle? Will Louis share me with his friends? She still had a nagging feeling in her head about the other two men as if she had already met them.
“You will be bound in the saddle, Cherry, but I don’t think you would have it any other way. Take off your clothes so we can begin.”
Her eyes pleaded with him, but she saw no mercy in his gaze. She pulled her sweater over her head, baring her breasts to the men. Her fingers fumbled with the skirt, letting it fall to the floor, only her panties covering her body. She slid them down, stepping out of them, naked in front of two strange men. She didn’t try to cover herself with her hands, knowing that Louis wouldn’t allow that.
“She has a fine body, Louis,” Julio said. It had been a while since he had seen her in the examination room. He moved next to her, one hand on her waist, the other sliding down over her ass. “Bend over,” he instructed her, his hand urging her down, her ass thrusting out nicely. He ran his hand over her firm, tight buttocks, feeling her muscles quiver beneath his touch, but she didn’t move a muscle while he caressed her so casually. Louis was training her well. Only when his finger slid up her crack did he feel any resistance, her buttocks clenching tight and trapping his finger. He released her, Cherry standing back up straight.
The other man came over to her, his hands reaching up to tweak her nipples, Cherry unable to stop them from responding, his fingers grazing over them until they ached for a harsher touch.
Dilan loved her youthful tits, nipples that responded with little provocation. They would soon be sore and tender once the whip had worked on them for a while. He squeezed one nipple, staring into her eyes as she bit her lip preventing her from crying out in pain; nor did she try to push his hand away He released the nipple, a darker red now but bigger and harder.
“Your horse awaits you, Cherry. Climb on.” Louis was eager to begin.
Louis was a gentleman, helping her up onto the table, the saddle looking more ominous the closer she got to it. She put her feet into the stirrups as she began to squat down, her legs forced to spread out, the stirrups guiding her knees to the sides. She looked down as her pussy lips began to spread open, even feeling her anus open under the wide spread of her legs. She shivered when her naked ass cheeks felt the touch of the cold leather saddle before she was fully embraced in the saddle.
“Lean back.” The saddle was still locked in place, angled backward. Cherry pushed back until she touched the iron bar that stood up from side and centered on her head, parallel to the floor. “Hold still,” he instructed her as he took the leather strap and ran it around her neck. It was two inch thick, tightening it until it fit snuggly around her throat.
Cherry felt the constraining strap around her neck, pinning her securely to the iron post. Her breathing was shallow, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to grow accustomed to the constricting strap. She felt trapped by it. Louis grabbed one of her wrists, pulling it up to one of the two iron circles to the side of the bar. She knew what to expect, feeling the leather strap around her wrist, securing her to it. She raised up her other arm without being told, her pussy growing wetter from the touch and bondage of the leather on her skin. Louis moved the whole iron upright until it forced her back to arch, thrusting her bare, unprotected breasts out obscenely. Her upper body was forced taut and rigid.
“Hold still, Cherry. The saddle is on a pivot. It’s locked in place, but I am going to release it. The slightest movement will force it forward or back.” He picked up the bottle of olive oil. He poured it onto the saddle in front of her, then on her pussy until it lay in a puddle beneath her. He moved behind her, oiling up the back of the saddle and her luscious ass cheeks, watching as the oil slid down her crack and onto the saddle beneath her. “That will make it easier for you to slide on it, Cherry.”
The oil felt cold as he dripped it on her body, Cherry barely able to look down because of the constraining leather band around her neck. She heard the click as he released the pivot, Cherry trying to push forward as the saddle began to balance between the two. She didn’t want to push forward too far, knowing that the harsh strip waited to rub cruelly on her soft, wet inner pussy lips and she was afraid of what was behind her, knowing Louis had a surprise for her back there where she couldn’t see. The bondage of her arms and head made it hard to stop from moving, her lower body the only part she had any control.
“Good girl, Cherry.” Louis picked up the horsehair whip. He dangled the hairs over her breasts, making them touch her nipples and caressed them into vulnerable hardness. The tails were about eighteen inches long, and he was sure that they felt soft to her while he caressed her with them. There weren’t a lot of hairs, Louis finding that more hairs only produced a harder thud, not what he was looking for. Cherry would soon find that the whip would produce a sensation of being scratched. First, it would be slightly felt, but with the repetition of strokes, the scratching effect would intensify until it evoked a love/hate relationship as they began to rub the skin and expose the tiny nerve endings surrounding her nipples. This would encourage her body’s movements as she tried to escape the whip, but it would only drive her forward, the saddle tipping back and forth. First, she would move forward, sliding along the oiled leather until she came to the evil strip that waited for her pussy. The tiny bumps would caress her slick, inner lips, but the more she moved forward, the bigger the bumps would be, the harsher their touch on the wet, soft inner lips that were unprotected by her pulled-back outer lips. The first time she moved too far forward, she would slide over the sharkskin, but that direction would be smooth. It was the return trip that the whip would provoke her to perform that the barbs would scorch the skin until it turned red and raw.
She couldn’t stop her nipples from swelling up from the touch of the whip on them, but she knew the pleasure was only temporary. A whip was not made to caress but to ignite pain in the most unwelcome places. She couldn’t do anything as Louis pulled the whip from her breasts, but he swung it until it came up and cradled the soft, underbelly of one breast with a thick thud. She felt the horsehairs rasping across her skin, feeling as if tiny needles were scratching her. The next blow of the whip caught her other breast from beneath, making it dance beneath the thud of the whip and the harshness of the hairs scraping her skin. She didn’t see the next one coming, striking down as her ey
es gazed at the saddle in front of her. It swung across both breasts, catching two hard nipples, one after another, Cherry crying out as her delicate nipples felt like they were rubbed with sandpaper. It forced her upper body to arch backward, the saddle falling out from beneath her, the back riding up, the front sliding down and Cherry’s pussy sliding along the saddle. She felt the first bumps rubbing the soft, inner lips, not feeling all that bad, but she knew that after a while, she would move farther and faster.
Louis swept the whip up across her belly, driving her backward, her body sliding easily on the oiled leather. The whip scratched her stomach, stopping just short of her blonde bush.
Cherry found her body pushed backward as she reacted to the whip on her stomach. The saddle pivoted, her pussy sliding backward, off of the harsh strips. “EEEhh!” She felt something prodding her anus. It was something small, but something nevertheless.
“Yes, Cherry, I left the best surprise for last. I didn’t want you to feel neglected when you pushed backward, so to encourage you to ride the saddle more energetically, I have a special ivory anal probe. As you can feel, it is slim, barely a quarter inch in diameter and greased for your pleasure. It is built for the initial penetration. The more you swing, the deeper it goes. The first inch is slim, but once it enters your rectum, you will begin to feel the greater girth of the probe. It will expand to an inch; your reluctant anal ring forced to stretch around it. The farther back you go, the bigger it gets. Another inch and the girth expands to an inch and a half, but the ivory probe has been carved with intricate designs of veins, ridges, bumps and protrusions that will titillate, rub and tantalize the soft, elastic walls of your intestines. It’ll be waiting for you on each return trip, waiting to tease and taunt your virgin ass hole.”
The whip slashed her breasts again, slicing up under one nipple, the horsehairs feeling harsher now, her nipples more sensitive with each blow. She slid back down, her pussy rubbing along the bumps. It felt good, at least until she came to the large bumps. They teased at her tender flesh, but the momentum was picking up in the saddle, Cherry unable to stop it from rocking. Her only alternative was to ride it. She felt the whip hit her belly, this time catching part of her mound, the horsehairs hitting so close to her clit that she could feel the wind blowing over it. It made it stick out farther and harder, in spite of the fact that it was becoming a bigger target for the whip. She began to push with her body with each swing, wanting to feel the pleasure of the nodules on the horn, just as she did when she rode a horse. She knew she would have to scrape her pussy along the strip, but it was as though the nodules were a prize for her suffering. She slid backward, almost forgetting the probe until she felt it entering her anus. It pushed in deeper, just a slight twinge as the slim probe penetrated her. She was pushed up higher, feeling the probe thicken at the entrance to her anus just as her momentum carried her back. She was grateful as she began to swing back down, Louis biting the whip into her nipples, her body shaking as the scratching of the whip became more intense, her nipples burning as the horsehairs sliced through them like tiny knifes. “AAAAHHH!” She slid forward, the oiled saddle sliding easily beneath her, but then she hit the rough patch. Her pussy slid over it, slick with the oil and her increasing juices, but the bumps felt bigger, harsher, as they ran up and down her slit, attacking her soft, inner flesh with their severity, her pussy heating up in pain and desire. She pushed with her hips to try to reach the nodules, forgetting about the sharkskin until it was too late. She could feel the difference in the texture as her pussy slid over it, but it was the return trip when she felt the barbs attack her pussy. It felt like it was tearing her up, her insides feeling like the nerves were rubbed raw. She slid back, grateful when her pussy was released from the barbs, but her ass swung backwards. “EEEHH!” The probe entered her anus with ease; this time, the thicker probe pushing aside her anal ring, Cherry feeling the tight, virgin ring forced open by the ivory probe. It stretched and opened her up, her insides clenching on the unyielding probe as it teased at her reluctant muscles.
The thing that Cherry didn’t see was that her movements had forced the saddle to open in the back on the backward stroke. The space was about twelve inches, more than enough to leave her genitals open and exposed. Not only her pussy, but her ass hole would be left vulnerable and Louis was ready with the horsehair whip to attack the already-abused flesh with the whip.
Another lash across her breasts set her sliding back down, her body bathed in sweat as she was forced to ride the saddle. Cherry had to reach the nodules, had to derive the pleasure from them so she could withstand the pain the rest of the saddle inflicted on her body. She clenched her buttocks tight, pushing with her hips, her upper body bound tight, but her lower body was free to push with all her strength. She slid farther, the saddle moving down at a greater angle as her momentum increased, aiding the ride down the slick leather saddle. She began to move frantically, wanting to touch the nodules, wanting to please Louis with her ride. She slid along the strip, her lower body shaking as she tried to reach the nodules, but she was denied her pleasure. She pushed back with her hips, even though she knew she would be penetrating her ass with the probe, anything to drive back down with more force, more depth so she could have her pleasure. Her ass rose up high, crying out when her anus was penetrated, this time even deeper, this time the thicker and ridged ivory probe pushed through the tight knot of her sphincter muscles, through her rectum and entered the depths of her bowels. She could feel the veins and bumps rubbing her insides, the thickness stretching her elastic walls, but all she could think about was the pleasure from the nodules that awaited her.
“The saddle opens up in the back now, Cherry. You’ll feel the whip on your pussy and ass hole.” Louis sliced the whip up through the large opening, the thud of the horsehairs hitting her wet pussy ringing out in the room, but nothing could eclipse the cry from Cherry’s lips.
“NNNggghhh!” She cried out, feeling like her inner pussy was being torn up by rough sandpaper. The flesh was already sore from being scraped and rubbed raw, but nothing like the way the horsehairs bit into her flesh. She pushed with her hips to escape the pain, sending the saddle onto its downward spiral. She was driven into a frenzied sexual excitement, her muscles aching but her only pleasure was to ride the pain. The first time she touched the nodules, it was as though her clit was rocked with a jolt of lightning. She never felt anything like it before, her hips turning to achieve the maximum touch, feeling the disappointment as her body swung the other way, sending her back toward the waiting probe to enter her ass hole and Louis’s whip ready to beat her pussy. The sharkskin tore through her pussy on the return trip, her anus accepting the probe with little more than a clenching of her muscles as it rode deep into her guts. Cherry could almost feel every bump, ridge and vein on the probe as it passed into her ass hole. She braced herself for the whip, but it did no good, the pain shooting into her brain, her hips pushing to accept the lash. Her pussy sailed along the saddle.
This time she was ready for the nodules. The strip ripped through her pussy, but as she strove for the nodules, she found that she could shake her hips from side to side, the saddle moving from side to side as well as back and forth when the nodules were near. She screamed in pleasure when her swollen clit touched the nodules, igniting the pleasure in her body as she shook her body to each side, her clit continually rubbed and pleasured by the nodules. It was just as she felt when she rode a horse when she was young, the horn bringing her such pleasure.
The men watched the young girl riding the saddle, not in pain, but in pleasure. Her pussy was bright red, the saddle taking its toll on her delicate flesh, but it wasn’t only oil that slicked her path, her pussy was creaming her juices along the saddle as she moved back and forth. It looked like she was crazy in frenzied sexual excitement, her body twisting and turning, sweat pouring from her body as she rode the saddle to a climax. Louis continued to beat the whip between her legs, even catching her on her anus, but she barely whi
mpered now, the pain overcome by the pleasure she was seeking, Cherry willing to do anything to achieve the orgasm that she craved so badly.
Cherry couldn’t even see the men any longer, sweat blinding her sight, but all she wanted was the pleasure of the nodules. Her anus was breached repeatedly, each time deeper, but it barely fazed her any longer. Her pussy was screaming in pain, but it was her clit that cried for her pleasure. She couldn’t believe the way she could shake her body when it neared the nodules. It almost felt like she was free of the saddle, side to side, her clit rubbed in every direction by the nodules that sought out her blood-engorged clit. She was so close to cumming each time, but each time her own weight drew her away from the final pleasure, Cherry’s movements only becoming more frenzied so she could drive back down even harder and longer. She almost wished Louis would whip her clit on the backward strokes, anything to give her clit more pleasure. She rode hard back down, the muscles in her buttocks clenched tight as the probe passed from her anus, sending her weight back on. She knew just the right time to shake her hips, crying out in pleasure as her clit found the nodules and rubbed back and forth. This time it was different. It was as though time stood still as she rubbed from side to side, Cherry able to feel every little nodule as it rubbed her clit so deliciously. Her orgasm came to her like a thunderstorm, racing through her legs and shooting to her brain like a powerful bolt of electricity that touched every part of her body. It felt like her head was exploding, the cum shooting from her body as if she were cumming like a man. She rode the saddle back the other direction, her ass hole gripping the ivory probe as though it was a lover, her cum-drenched pussy accepting the bite of the horsehair whip with gratitude. Even as her climax left her, the sheer inertia of her body would not let her move away from the nodules, rubbing her for long minutes even after her pleasure had long passed.
