Calm voices hush me telling me that it's all right, that no one can hear us. That I only will be taken for a little ride. That it'll be fun...
I moan and try to tell them that the ropes around my wrists are too tight, but rough fingers silence me...
Warm palms around my ears exclude everything but the sounds of my hard work. If I am a good girl, maybe they will set me free? With hollow cheeks I concentrate on my task.
Hogtied, trying to catch my breath I am bent over. In the other end of the barn I see a horse. And a white rope above it. My heart skips a beat. Taken for a little ride...
Pink rubberbands make oval circles as my blond braids swing cheerfully with the pace of the hips behind me... Teardrops mixed with make up and semen grow into dark spots as they hit the wooden floor. I can’t help the soft moans escaping me assuring everyone that I am very good taken care of... I wonder if they will set me free or if my boobs will bounce like this in a few minutes. In the end of that white rope...
OMG...There it is. Right in front of me. It is clear beyond doubt now. It is meant for me and there's no other way out. A slap on my cheek make me stop begging and weeping convulsively and I obediently step up. Shivering, with my hands tied on my back, I stutter my thanks to them for their supporting hands preventing me from falling as my naked body straddle over the horseback. The big animal is so warm against my soft skin and I feel the hair on it’s back getting wet. My short breath make my boobs bounce slightly.
Strong hands lock me securely in place. My teeth chatter loudly, and smiling faces speak words of comfort to calm me down as the noose is gently slid over my head and lands on my shoulders. The rough rope tickles my sweat collarbones and the slipknot pet my ear as the braids are drawn out of the loop which is now tightened softly around my neck. I swallow and the noose tenderly follows the small waves on my skin promising me it will never let me go. I can't help peeing a little. To have it all around me is more terrifying and exciting than anything else. It will never let me go... I can hear my own feverish breath move my chest and my heart going crazy. The horse is uneasy. I think it senses my excitement as one million butterflies in my tummy get ready to fly and my boobs prepare for the bounce.
The horse starts to move. This is it. The rope bites just above the pit of my neck and I loose my balance as one million butterflies take off in my tummy. I am drawn backwards and feel the horse slide against my soft skin and I pee a little more. Then, in a fragment of a second, as my bare buttocks leave the warm horse back, the noose tightens far more and with brutal force it tears loose my larynx on it’s way up under my jaw where it jams my tongue up my palate and cuts halfway into my spine crushing my airways.
The big slipknot pounds my ear and twists and tilts my head merciless to the left as my toes splay in thin air three feet above the barn floor. And I feel it. I feel my boobs bounce.
The journey has begun. Like a pendulum I swing back and forth paralyzed with pain. I can hear my heart beat and blood fizzle in the incredibly tight rope. I can see my bare swinging feet stretch out. I see the horse out of reach. I see smiling faces… The butterflies are now in my hard working lounges and work hard to get out… all in vain.
Suddenly strong hands stop my swinging. They lift my knees high. I wrap my legs around hard hips and become an easy victim for an XL horn that sinks up deep in me. Sooo deep. Impaled by this giant shaft my hurt throat is somewhat relieved. I hear joyful cheering as the mighty horn starts to move. Every time I am lifted by hard thrusts I try to breath a little, but in between the rope tightens, the slipknot knocks my ear and my neck gets more and more hurt. Wet sounds of brutal lovemaking and a hanged girl's neck being slowly broken fills the barn. And my boobs bounce happily once again.
The noose feels better now. It is my friend. It has become a natural part of me. The noose and the hanged horse girl Una is one.
Thanks to Enhjorning
for his beautiful art.
Your dark imaginings and Enhjorning's bright illuminations are a perfect match. Your words tell the story of what's going on inside you, both the terror and the arousal, even as we watch the erotic brutality of what's being done to you.
Poor Una. Helpless, submissive, desperately hoping you might yet survive this horror even as you know there is only way this can end ...
Thanks for bringing the one back, Una. I hope to read many more with the same power and dark passion.
Like how you emphasized the boobs bouncing - it is interesting what we
focus on when bound and suffering.
wonderful text & fantastic images by Enhjorning - you two make a good team
How you paint that image is properly arousing.