And poor Patty had been wearing it for more than an hour.
Patty was halted in the center of the room. She remained as still as she possibly could. Her docility was nearly total. She would obey any command Don gave her, no matter how much it hurt her to do so. She had grown to love the pain, and accepted it all as simply another way of loving her man.
She waited. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together. Her long legs were encased in a pair of black stockings, which left her bare ass a beautiful stark white in contrast. Her breasts dangled from her chest, small and pointy. Her brown cunt muff peeked through between her thighs from behind.
She knew she was going to be ridden. She just didn't know if she could take the weight of the girl who was going to ride her.
Lynn had wondered the same thing earlier. Too late to worry about it now. Lynn felt a hand on her arm again, and she was turned and walked to the center of the room.
Her knees bumped into something hard. Patty grunted. The slightest jerk sent eye-watering pain into her mouth and tongue. Fortunately it also sent a kinky pleasure racing through her body.
Patty had long ago learned to take her pain and turn it into the deepest kind of pleasure. She couldn't tell any more where the one left off and the other began. It was all the same.
She was trembling on the verge of coming almost every minute she was bound. This playing at being a pony was new, and it lent a new thrill to her bondage. While she dreaded the thought of being ridden, it made her hornier than she'd been in a long, long time.
Lynn stood still, waiting for further orders. She felt Harry working the eyeflaps of her hood open, so she could see. She blinked a few times when the flaps were finally lifted away from her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and it took her a few seconds to clear her cloudy eyes to see well.
"Get on," Harry said.
Lynn looked down. She saw the protruding cock immediately, and her heart stopped beating.
Good God! Look at the size of that prick! She gulped hard behind her gag, and her eyes lifted to Harry's.
He grinned and nodded at her.
"Now," he said.
Lynn looked back down at the ponygirl, waiting so patiently for her rider to climb aboard. Lynn shuddered once, then slowly lifted one leg and swung it over the girl's crouching body. She placed her booted foot firmly on the floor, and felt the hard sides of the saddle rubbing against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Wellington and the other men watched in delighted expectation as Lynn poised her pretty cunt right over the wide knob of the hard leather dork.
John's cock was so hard now that it hurt.
He cupped his nuts with a hand and began massaging them gently. He took a quick glance at the others, and noted with satisfaction that they were all holding their rigid pricks, eager for more action.
Harry was thrilled with Lynn's easy submission. She often fought him over every little thing, just for the hell of it. But now when she knew the stakes were high she was acting like the docile little pussycat Harry longed to own.
If this deal went through, Lynn would make one hell of a great little fucking partner, that was for fucking sure!
"Good girl," he whispered to her. "Now, squat down. Sit down on the saddle."
Lynn's strong legs quivered as she tried to obey. She bent her knees slowly, lowering her moist cunt toward the long thick dick attached to Patty's saddle.
"Looking good, baby," Harry said, encouraging her.
Lynn's big soft cunt lips touched the tip of the leather dork. She sniffed loudly as she felt the cold thing press against her sensitive cunt flesh. She froze. Her thighs tensed, holding her trembling body just above the head of the immense fake cock.
"Do it," Harry ordered her. He gripped her arm tightly and tried to force her body downward onto the cock. Lynn fought him for a second, chewing hard on the cock-gag in her mouth. She was afraid to try to take the huge cock inside her. It was too wide, too big for her tight cunt hole to handle.
She shook her head and started to straighten her legs, to lift her cunt off the leather cockhead.
Harry tightened his grip on her arm and yanked her back down onto it.
Lynn cried out into her gag.
"Get on it. Lynn," Harry ordered, forgetting to keep her name a secret. "Get on the saddle, damn you!"
Lynn fought Harry's hurting grip on her bare arm. She fought for self-control. She knew she had to do it, had to try to slide her tight cunt hole down over that monster of a cock, had to let these men do anything they chose to do to her, for as long as Harry kept her here. But she was afraid she might not be able to take it all.
She was on the verge of panic. If only Harry wouldn't keep trying to force her, to rush her.
"Harry," Wellington called. "Let the lady do it herself. She's just a bit worried about the size of the dildo. She'll do it just fine, Harry. Let her do it by herself."
Lynn turned her head and looked at Mr. Wellington. It was the first time she'd seen him. He was incredibly handsome. Somehow, Lynn had imagined him to be an older man, probably very fat and bald, with a filthy expression on his face that he could never remove. But Wellington was a relatively young man, and very attractive. And obviously he was extremely sensitive to a girl's moods and thoughts. He could tell she was in a panic, and had taken action to help her over it.
Her pretty blue eyes locked onto his. He smiled and nodded slowly to her. A slight gesture with his hand told Lynn that she would have to do it, but that she could do it at her own pace.
She lowered her eyes, then looked back at him, hoping he would understand her gratitude.
She felt Harry let go of her arm. She watched her lover walk back to the couch and sit down. She saw another girl, dressed in a maid's costume, crouching beside a chair. God, what a group! she thought to herself. And suddenly she relaxed completely. Yes, this was quite a group. And all, the women here were bound and submissive, just like herself. There was no reason to be afraid. Whatever was going to happen to her was going to happen to all of them, one way or another.
And one thing was in her favor – cunt channel was already well-lubricated with her juices.
Patty, crouched under Lynn's naked body, had heard the whole exchange. She could very easily understand the woman's panic at seeing the size of the leather pole she had to mount.
Knowing what must be going through Lynn's mind, Patty decided to help as best she could. She lifted her ass a little bit higher, and lowered her back.
Lynn sighed, then squatted down again until her pussy was resting lightly on the cock head.
Wellington's cock was about to explode. He knew that Harry would believe he disapproved of the slight defiance his date had shown. And John would let him continue to think so. It was good for Harry to think John had disapproved, because then John could get him to do even more interesting things with his young lady.
But in fact Lynn's defiance had excited John. He understood that this tall beautiful blonde hadn't yet been broken, not by any stretch of the imagination. She had merely agreed to do whatever Harry had told her she would be asked to do tonight. And it was quite apparent that old Harry had failed to mention the size of the cock, probably hadn't even told her about the cock at all, knowing how Harry negotiated his deals.