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Firestorm Part 2

Date: 11/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: sir-jeff, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

ponies, or so Carol told her. As she was fastened into the machine, she was told how this would teach her to be a real pony just like Biscuit and Cinnamon were. That she would learn how to run, how to high-step, and how to be properly guided this way. She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but the bit prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts and whinnies. After she had secured Firestorm into the rig, Carol cradled her harnessed face and kissed her as best she could around the bit and cradled her plump breasts in both hands. She rolled the thick nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing the tight clamps against that tender flesh. She smiled at the desperation in her eyes and told her she would be back for her after lunch. She then walked over to the control panel, turned the machine on and watched as Firestorm was slowly led forward by the chain affixed to her reins. The machine allowed her to start off rather slowly. She easily managed to high-step over the obstacles before her and quickly learned the pattern of those in the inner ring, but as she was led further out, it became more and more difficult to make it over the higher obstacles and twice she stumbled and was jerked up by the incessant pull forward. Soon the machine was going faster and faster and Firestorm was struggling to keep her balance. By the time she was led to the outer ring, which was blessedly free of obstacles, she was running full out and barely able to keep her feet as the machine ... sped ahead of her, forcing her to lean forward as she ran. If someone had wandered by they would have seen the leather clad ponygirl galloping at full tilt, her round, firm ass sticking out provocatively, breasts sticking defiantly out as she dashed forward, ever forward. Sweat glistened on her leather harness causing her to shine brightly in the midmorning light. Just as she began to get the hang of running in such a manner, the infernal machine began to move her back toward the obstacle filled inner rings and only slowed slightly. First she tried jumping the obstacles but soon found herself getting a face full of hay as she stumbled in her steel hoofed boots and decided rather to high-step rapidly over the bales of hay in her path. The pace was difficult, and the extra frustration caused by a rapidly changing pattern of obstacles made the ordeal exhausting and soon Firestorm felt like she would faint. It was then that the pole leading her forward began to spray her with a light mist of cool water, not too much as to cause cramping but enough to keep her conscious. This was both a blessing and a punishment, or so she believed. She had no clock or watch with which to tell the time, and could only hope that she had been running for as long as she felt like she had and that Carol would soon come to free her of this damnable device. As she was once again led to the outer ring, Firestorm began to prepare herself for the grueling pace she was sure would ensue, but was surprised to ...