****** The Wooden Horse by Night Owl ******
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The Wooden Horse


The house looks to be over a century old, shrouded in a cluster of large oak
trees. Threatening dark clouds and thunder signal that another rainstorm is
going to hit, so you quickly make your way up the long gravel road to the front
porch. A knock on the door reveals that there is no one home. The windows are
boarded up and the walls are riddled with neglect. Deserted. Rain begins to
fall. You circle around to the back and find the entrance to the cellar. A rush
of warm air strikes your face as you pull the storm doors open and descend the
stairs. Squinting in the darkness, you fumble for the matches and light one. A
rat scurries across the floor and disappears into another room. Outside, the
heavy rain is pounding the earth, but you feel little comfort in your refuge.

Using another match, you slowly venture forth to the opposite end of the room
and try the light switch. Nothing. There is a small white candle sitting on a
dusty shelf, so you light it. The cellar looks to be completely empty. You
wander through, what seems like an endless maze of rooms, when something
catches your eye. Carved into the house's foundation is a narrow doorway that
doesn't seem to fit with the rest of the cellar. You approach it holding the
candle in front of you, and peer into the dark passage. A steep, narrow
staircase spirals downward into pitch-blackness. The ancient stone walls give
you the impression that this was here long before the house was even built.
Taking careful, deliberate steps, you slowly descend the dark staircase. A
powerful scent of wet stone and rotting wood lingers in the air. The candle is
just bright enough to illuminate the first and last few steps around you before
blackness creeps in.

Suddenly, a noise makes you stop dead in your tracks. At first, you only hear
your own breathing and the distant sounds of dripping water. But then there's
something else - the faint, muffled sounds of a human being, coming up the
staircase. Then it stops. Could someone be calling for help? You quicken your
pace until you reach the bottom step. Holding the candle outward, you see a
long, narrow corridor. Claw like pillars reach up to grasp the hulk of the
ceiling that presses inexorably down upon you. The end of the corridor makes a
sharp turn, what lies beyond it is a mystery. You feel very uneasy now,
uncertain as to who or what you'll find if you continue. You listen again for
the muffled sounds, but there is nothing. Slowly, you make your way through the
corridor. When you approach the corner, you stop for a moment, take a breath,
and make the turn. Through the dim light of the flickering candle, you see a
narrow doorway. You step through it and the corridor opens up into a small
chamber. The room appears to be empty. The crumbling walls are saturated with
ground water, the air is thick and moist. Then you hear the noise again, just
off to your left. One sweep of the candle in that direction reveals a sight
that makes your heart jump.

Across the room, a beautiful young woman is hanging from the ceiling. She has
been stripped naked and left suspended down here in the pitch darkness. You
pause a moment in disbelief. Her back is to you, but the candlelight
immediately announces your presence. She turns her head and tries to speak to
you through the gag in her mouth. Your first reaction would be to free this
poor woman, but you are instantly captivated by the sight of her. You force
yourself to ignore her muffled protests for now and step forward for a better
look. Her wrists are bound with leather straps to each end of a 4 ft. steel
bar. The bar is attached to a large chain wrapped around a pulley that hangs
from the ceiling. The other end of the chain is attached to a hand crank. Her
arms are pulled over her head so that the entire length of her body is
stretched taut. Another steel bar is attached to each ankle strap, forcing the
woman to stand on her toes with her legs spread wide apart. Directly below her
body is a wooden plank, placed end-side-up and secured by two benches on each
end. Her long legs straddle each side without touching it. The edge of the
plank is just low enough to avoid contact with the sensitive flesh between her
open thighs, that is, as long as she remains on her toes! Your initial concerns
with the woman are now overcome with a wave of lust and you become instantly
erect.

You take a moment to drink in the sights and sounds of this young damsel's
plight. Her desperate eyes follow your movements as you approach her. She
appears to be in her early twenties. Her slender body is well-tanned and
athletic, but still very feminine looking. Her young breasts are full and
round. A steel clamp is fastened to each nipple and chained to a metal ring on
the opposite wall. The tension of the chain is adjusted to keep her body bent
forward, so that, even the slightest movement, pinches and pulls her nipples.
She's wearing a leather, studded collar around her neck. A small chain or leash
dangles loosely from it down to her buttocks. Then you lower the candle to her
thighs and discover that all of her pubic hair has been shaved off, exposing,
quite provocatively, the fleshy folds around her smooth, pouting cleft.
Directly underneath, is the edge of the wooden plank, sharpened roughly to a
very sharp point, with jagged spurs along the length of it. The woman waits,
helplessly, struggling to remain on her toes as the inevitable muscle fatigue
slowly sets in.

You've seen photos and read stories about similar situations in bondage
magazines - the woman is obviously a submissive, or 'slave', in the process of
being disciplined. Her presence is so tantalizing, you can barely contain
yourself.

She tries to maintain her position as you begin to explore every inch of her
body with your hands. You begin by stroking the hollows of her armpits, then
sliding your fingers past her hips and down her long legs. Her skin is smooth
as silk, without even a trace of razor stubble. You let your hands travel
around the curves of her pretty round ass until they settle between her thighs
to the soft, tender parts she is working so hard to protect.

By now the smooth, muscles in her upper legs and calves are clearly visible
from the strain she is just beginning to feel. She tries to adjust her feet
just a little, but almost loses her balance and the steel clamps give her sore
nipples a painful tug.

After many long minutes, her legs finally tire, and she uses the last of her
strength to lower herself as gently as possible onto the edge of this crude
instrument. Delicate flesh is now pressed between the sharp, jagged surface and
her pelvic bone, laying the first of many small bruises upon her sex. In
moments, her legs regain enough strength to lift her body and relieve the
pressure between her thighs, but only for a few minutes this time. Muscles
throbbing, she lowers herself again, carefully placing her weight on a new,
unmarked place. Never before, have you witnessed a women being subjected to
this form of slow, sexual torture. The sight of her pain and frustration brings
your mind and body to a new level of arousal that you have never experienced
before. It takes longer for her to summon the strength to rise a third time,
but after several long seconds of straddling the plank, she points her toes and
pushes herself against gravity. The muscles in her legs are aching terribly
from the exertion now, her tight ass quivering as she struggles to hold her
stance. You are impressed with her endurance and self-control. But how long can
she last? Then you notice that the spot she has been resting on is now covered
with her fluids. Apparently pain and pleasure are one in the same for this
young girl.

Time passes. Long and agonizing moments of torment. The woman's face is masked
with pain and fatigue. Her tanned body is covered with sweat. The long struggle
ends when her legs finally give away completely and she has to lower herself,
full-force onto the devious device until her buttocks straddle each side of it.
The edge of the plank is now wedged firmly between her wet, dripping folds.
Comfort is impossible and she squirms constantly. You watch her for several
minutes, then utter your first command.

"Rise!"

The woman's legs are shaking from over-exertion, but she somehow manages to
push herself up off the plank. Her obedience pleases you to no end. You decide
to further test her compliance in small ways. Leading her motion with your
hands you whisper another command,

"Open."

The woman obediently forces her thighs outward, spreading herself to your Word.
Reaching down to the V of her body, you test the slave by squeezing her swollen
flesh, to see if she will hold her silence. She draws a hot breath, but says
nothing. You take a moment to relish the feel of her warm, moist pussy in your
hand, then you release her. By now, your cock is screaming for attention. You
step back and slide the plank out from under her. Then she breathes a sign of
relief and relaxes as you unhook the clamps from her nipples.

You pull the gag off her mouth and, before she can speak, turn her head to kiss
her. She immediately parts her lips with a willingness that inspires you,
moaning deeply as you explore the inside of her mouth with your tongue. Then
you step back and unzip your pants. Her breathing quickens with anticipation
when she sees your huge cock standing hard and erect before her. Taking firm
hold of her buttocks, you lift her hips up and slide the entire length of your
shaft inside her wet pussy. She drops her head back in complete submission as
you pull her warm body closer to your thighs. Her young breasts jiggle
provocatively in front of you with every sharp breath. You continue to work
your cock inside her, pulling it back slowly, then driving it back in with a
quick thrust, repeatedly. She rewards your efforts with a series of deep, sexy
moans that can be heard in every dark room and corridor. You feel the pressure
building up inside you, but you try to hold on for just a while longer. Sensing
that she is about to reach a orgasm, you quicken your pace, pounding her body
like a drop hammer while she dangles helplessly on the rope. Then you both
climax in unison. Her body tenses as your throbbing cock spills its warm seed
into the deepest recesses of her womb. You stand there for several minutes,
enjoying the comfort of her warm body next to yours.

Then you pull up your pants and replace the gag on her mouth. The poor woman
looks at you desperately, as though she were saying,

"I gave you what you wanted, now PLEASE release me."

Picking up the candle, you whisper 'thank you,' then give her a wink before
leaving the room. The woman's muffled protests can still be heard in the
darkness below as you ascend the stairs.

Outside, the rain has stopped, and the warm sunlight is already breaking
through the clouds. Quietly, you close the cellar doors, then proceed down the
gravel road from which you came, quickening your pace until the old house is
far from view.

The End.

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