Bunny the Slave Wife
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Bunny’s husband, also known as her loving master, ran the back of his hand gently down her cheek. Lovingly wiping away the few stray tears that had run out of the corners of her big hazel eyes. His other hand meanwhile was exploring her breasts, his index finger stroking and up and down over one of her pert nipples. Stopping every now and then to grasp it firmly between that finger and his thumb. Giving it a squeeze and a hard pull, until he could see another tear form in Bunny’s eye.
“MMMMGG MMMGGGPHHH” Bunny grunted and moaned, the penis panel gag she wore blocking out any discernible words. Her eyes pinched shut as her husband took both her nipples in his hands and leaned back on heels. He could see the scream erupting in her rope bound throat, as he held on, pinching them like hell so he wouldn’t fall over.
Finally letting go, he gave each red tit a solid upward slap with his bare hand, making Bunny flinch up painfully on her wooden horse. The eight inch long dildo impaling her cunt, moving inside her much to her discomfort.
“Let’s add some nice heavy nipple clamps now, shall we?” he muttered, as he quickly attached some painfully pinching clamps, weighted with some iron nuts and bolts, to her delicate elongated nips. Causing Bunny to let out a series of soft whimpering moans, her forehead scrunching up to show her intense discomfort.
This was her husband’s way of taking her ‘horse riding’ some days. The clue as to whether it would be a real horse ride, on her favourite horse Lily, or him diabolically punishing her on the ‘wooden horse’, being what riding crop he showed up with in hand when stating, “Bunny sweetie, time to go riding.” And if he held one of the extreme gags he used for silencing her loud screams, during these demanding physically punishing slave wife sessions, she knew it was to be an afternoon of excruciating torment.
When he ordered her to go riding this morning, he stood in the doorway of her sewing room and held aloft the black leather panel gag with a bulbous four-inch rubber penis attached to it. She quickly assumed the position, on her knees mouth open and letting him force in the rubber cock. It just barely reached the back of her throat but filled her mouth wide from side to side. As he tightened the various straps, making sure they were snug, she let out a little muffled sigh. She had really wanted to go ride her real horse, Lily…
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Back on her ‘wooden horse’ Bunny’s hurting nipples were the least of her worries. Her husband had turned on the vibrator mounted into the wooden device she painfully straddled. Just on medium speed mind you. The narrow wood digging into her delicate female parts was starting to hurt and the vibrator hummed away inflicting a constant buzz directly into the head of her now throbbing clit.
She wanted so badly to move off the A-frame of wood. But the, well lubed, stiff wooden dildo mounted up thru the bench, impaled her womanhood and kept her entire body stuck in place. That and there was enough rope wound now around her body, digging in and chaffing her neck, wrists and thighs, that she would never be able to dismount this torturous contraption unless her husband let her. She was at his mercy, his prized lovely slave about to be sent into delirium.
As the intense vibrations went to town on her female nerve endings, she began to u*********sly move her hips, her body taking over and doing what it does best, fucking anything and everything her husband throws at it. The vibrator, wedged up into her parted lower lips, was inflicting its high-speed vibrating stimulations directly on the fleshy nub that is her tormented clit.
Her husband leaned in towards her, grasping her belted jaw with his strong hand and whispered into her ear as she began to seriously moan and buck at her restraints, “Does my beautiful slave wife need full power now?”
Bunny shook her head from side to side, garbled sounds coming from her gagged mouth as she tried to beg ‘No ..please god no.’ Her husband looked deep into her watery eyes and smiled.
“If you’re a good slave girl Bunny, I have a surprise for you after. I will take you riding. On your new saddle. It’s hidden under the blanket over there.” He said pointing to the large cloth d****d over something in the barn near Lily’s stall.
Bunny barely had time to comprehend what he had just uttered as she began to scream hard into her gag. Her husband had flicked the switch on the vibrator, taking it to it’s highest speed. The sound of it vibrating against the wood echoing around in the barn and mixing with Bunny’s garbled screams and snotty sobs. She was suffering completely, impaled and bound up, utterly unable to alleviate the torture being inflicted on her feminine parts. Hit by wave after wave of body breaking orgasm she wasn’t even conscious of her husband’s movements on the far side of the barn.
As the minutes slowly ticked by, she thrashed wildly at her bindings. She wanted so badly to get off this ride and to ‘get off’. Her torso began to be racked with convulsions as the forced orgasm hit her, spreading through ever muscle in her restrained curvy body. Screaming into her gag, the vibrator kept up it’s relentless assault on her crushed clit. Where normally the intense stimulation of her sex would subside or alleviate, as her master eased off some torture, now it just went on and on.
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She was screaming at her husband trying to get his attention. He was standing just in front of her, over by the blanket covered surprise. Through her watery half focused eyes, she could see him, possibly grinning? She wasn’t quite sure as another wave of, almost painful, muscle contractions began deep in her tortured pussy and began to climb her torso, causing her to cross her eyes and lose all focus as every muscle began to tremble.
Thirty minutes into her torment, Bunny’s whole body was constantly shuddering, her mind was awash in delirious overly aroused sensations that just wouldn’t quit overriding her normal train of thought. She didn’t know if she was truly conscious or in another world, as another forced orgasm sent electrifying shock waves through every bound up aching muscle she had.
Was that herself she heard screaming? She wasn’t even sure, she just knew that she was a captive piece of slave meat being relentlessly and mercilessly sent into an aroused state beyond which any women could ever ponder.
Her last conscious thoughts were of a mind full of white noise, or was it pain? As her husband wrenched off the two nipple clamps, just as another orgasm spread terrifyingly through every nerve ending in her lovely body.
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“Bunny? Buunnnnyyy?” Her husband softly prodded, gently lifting up her drool covered chin. Even with the large panel penis gag strapped tightly around her face, Bunny had drooled out a small pond’s worth of saliva as she had sobbed, moaned and screamed during her almost hour long ‘horse riding’ session.
Slowly she opened her puffy watery eyes, finally focusing on her husband who was holding up her head and lovingly stoking her one of her beautiful bound breast’s. “God you are gorgeous Bunny!” he murmured.
Bunny tired, aching and worn out everywhere, tried to smile at her husband and master. The weak smile turning into a wince and a whimper as she tried to move and she felt the large dildo, mounted on the wooden horse, still impaling her ravaged cunt, and her throbbing clit was still mashed up against the now still vibrator.
She muffled out thru her gag “HHMMMM MMFP MMM AAMMM” her ‘Please let me off’ not understandable in the least. But her husband could tell she was begging to be let out of her restraints by just the pleading look in her eyes.
“I will Bunny, I will…. But first I have to show you my surprise for you. I think we should saddle up the horses and head out for a nice long trail ride this afternoon. And you can ride your new saddle!!”
Bunny’s forehead crinkled in confusion, ‘Why was her master so damn excited about going horseback riding now? Usually by now he would have her off the wooden horse and bent over some bench or hay bale in the barn, pounding deep into her well stretched and soaking wet pussy.’
But then he pulled the cloth off the hidden object, the surprise revealing itself to an instantly horrified Bunny.
For a split second there was utter quiet and then only the screams and flails of poor Bunny in her strict bonds. And as her chuckling husband went about saddling up the horses, his slave wife thrashed and sobbed and pleaded. Something she would be doing for hours in the afternoon as she was forced to ride their large property mounted on her new ‘saddle’, along side her loving master.
And don’t worry at the end of this long day of riding, her husband tied her to their bed and then drilled her well loosened (but very sore) cunt and ass until the sun went down…Ahh the farm life….
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