Teaching Liza Del Sierra

“You will make amends to offer your apologies.” Lisa gave a confused snort of derision. “Make amends, to a stupid horse? What do you expect me to do?” She laughed, a tinge of hysteria creeping in. “Nothing,” Kara replied, the fury in her voice concealed just under the surface. “You need do nothing at all.” Then she turned to me. “Get ropes,” she directed, turning her attention back to the black stallion. “Bind that unpleasant cunt securely to the barrel.” Lisa shrieked and strained, fighting her rebellious muscles that as amateur yet still held her firmly restrained in her awkward and vulnerable position. My mental command over her was holding for the moment, but I could sense that it was slipping in the face of Lisa’s growing panic. I procured some lengths of cord, wrapping and double-knotting them securely around Lisa’s wrists and ankles, then looping the restraints several times around the diameter of the wooden barrel. “Tighter,” Kara instructed with a casual glance over her shoulder. I tugged any remaining slack from the lines. “Tighter still,” my mistress directed, not even bothering to look back. I strained, pulling the cords until they quivered. Lisa yelped in protest as the bindings bit down. I saw Kara from behind, fetish finally nod with Hardcore approval. She busied herself with the removal of Midnight’s saddle and harness, taking a moment to retrieve the leather riding crop looped over the saddle horn and fling the whip with a furious motion into the underbrush. I felt a moment of guilt, recalling the angry lash marks my inexperienced hand had first cut into the tender flesh of Lisa’s once pristine back side. I had scarred the fleshy perfection of her sweet little rump in a manner no different than the wounds she had inflicted upon her equine companion. But Kara’s wrath appeared solely focused on the misfortunes of the stallion, so I simply noted my errors as a lesson learned and returned my attention back to the struggling blonde girl. Lisa fought me, the last remnants of my mental domination over her muscles fading away. But by then she was already firmly lashed to the top of the barrel, and her desperate struggles accomplished naught but to dig her bindings into the tender skin of her wrists and ankles. I checked her restraints a final time, eliciting a venomous string of explicatives for my efforts. When I was done, the girl lay securely bound to the top of the barrel, legs widely splayed, writhing and cursing but entirely immobilized. My task completed, I looked up as Kara approached, the huge stallion obediently following along behind her. At her direction, Midnight was shuffled into position, straddling his four hooves along the barrel as Lisa writhed in concern and confusion beneath his belly. The huge horse snorted, looking expectantly at Kara for instructions. “Now is your opportunity to balance the scales of injustice,” Kara informed the squirming blonde girl. Lisa spit at Kara in furious reply, failing to strike her target. Reaching down, my mistress scooped her fingers through Lisa’s gaping pussy, causing her to flinch and moan as Kara coated her digits blonde in the syrupy goo that continued to drain Brunette from the girl’s exposed and openly presented snatch. “Today is Midnight’s turn to ride and do a bit of flogging,” Kara proclaimed, handing down her judgment with the solemn tone of a presiding magistrate. “Go ahead.” Barney said. “Ugh…Ugh…Ugh,” Sara grunted with each plunge of his cock into her. As he closely looked at my nipples and clit, and pulled them in all directions, I have to admit that was getting turned on. IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE LEAVE ME A COMMENT AND amateur BE SURE TO VOTE…THANKS, PABLO DIABLO. Candy got on her feet. She still hadn't closed back up from the invasion they had given her and this throbbing, swollen member felt good gripped tight inside her. She slid up his body and sat on his stomach, straddling him. I explained that we boys shower then stay naked an sit on the bed until the girls get showered and join us. They would just have to be damn careful to be up before anyone else. Please!" There we go. She wiggled and squirmed, her nipple popping out of my fetish mouth as she flung herself backward. blonde Could I govern the beast in me? What frightened me the most is that I may do harm to innocent folk or, worse, my compatriots. Each girl’s wrists were pulled behind her and secured before they were escorted to the ends of the cage. “I’m Harold, Ma’am.” “Neither do I,” he said, smiling. “Aaah! “come on baby! Look at this thing go!” Within a few seconds I was at full mast and Sandy was still hanging on. I’ve had a lot of practice. She smiled up at him, wondering what Hardcore her response to him should be. “You’re seriously going to take his side over ours?” he asks. himself to the act and enjoyed most of it. Maybe...... She nodded and grinned at me. I glanced at the check and threw money on the table to cover it and the tip as we walked out to the car. It’s a knife! "Well how much do you have?" Brunette