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Firestorm Part 2

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: sir-jeff, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

again and again. When she was cleaned, he had bound her arms as he had with Biscuit and Cinnamon and led her to a spare stall, exhausted. Inside, he had f***ed her to suck every inch into her mouth until he coated her throat with his spent seed. Then he blistered her tits with a small cat-o-nine-tails before applying a set of painful clamps to each hardened tip and leaving her to sl**p in the hay. Soft morning light warmed her cheek as Marie began to wake up. She felt stiff all over, the way she often times did after a night of great sex. It wasn't until she tried to stretch her hands over her head that she realized she was still in the stable, arms secured behind her. As she began to open her eyes, she saw Mrs. Stevenson staring down at her with a gentle smile. She blushed, thinking how she must look. "Well, aren't we a sight this morning," her smiling employer said. "Here I was going to take my other ponies out for an early morning run and I find I have a new one, just waiting to be broken in!" Marie began a weak protest about having been curious yesterday and ending up falling asl**p out here in the stables. It was all crap. Even she didn't believe it. Mrs. Stevenson only smiled down at her as she opened the gate and gently helped her out of the stall. Marie expected her to remove the arm binder and was both shocked and slightly aroused when she instead placed a bit in her mouth and pulled her slowly along with the reins. She was led to what appeared to be a grooming ... area, and indeed it was, for she saw Raymond brushing out Biscuit's long blonde locks close to where she was. Cinnamon stood beside her, her mane of ebony curls thick and shiny in the early light of the day. Carol began to brush out her tangled red hair. It hurt at first, since she had fallen asl**p with it mostly wet, but soon her disheveled pelt began to relax and she did as well. The sensation of the brush going over her long tail of fire-red curls, tickling her skin beneath, was a delicious treat. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly with each stroke of the brush. Even the gentle tugging of the bristles in her waves of crimson felt wonderful. She was slightly saddened when it was over. Mrs. Stevenson was admiring her crowning glory in its full majesty for the first time. It was in this quiet awe that she gave Marie a new name. "Firestorm. That will be your name. It's rather fitting, don't you agree, Raymond?" Glancing over, the handsome stable hand grinned and lent his agreement. Firestorm, she thought. It sounded nice. It was with a sudden shiver that Marie realized what had just been said. With wide eyes she glanced back at Carol, frightened and pleading with her emerald gaze. "Shh," she soothed. "Calm down, calm down. I'm not going to up and k**nap you here." At her words, Marie began to relax. Although a bit of apprehension remained, for she knew that if she really wanted to, Mrs. Stevenson could do just that. With a dainty tug on her reins, Carol led Firestorm toward ...