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Rein-bound

Chapter Five

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

26th October, 2021

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Rein-bound – Chapter Five

For nearly an hour, he tormented, pleasured and drove her to the edge again and again. Jenny squealed, brayed and thrashed against the restraints that bound her.

“Give up...yet?" Vincent panted, as he reached forwards and gripped her shoulder straps.

With a final gasping moan, Jenny's sweaty body convulsed and she moaned, her muzzle buried into the pillow as another orgasm was wrenched from her and she nodded in exhaustion.

“I give..." Came her weak, muffled moan.

Vincent slumped onto her back and shuddered, stroking the rough short hairs that formed her mane.

“I knew...you'd surrender - “ He giggled and sighed.

“Mmph..." Jenny huffed.

When he recovered enough strength, he pushed himself back upright and slid free of her, sitting back on his knees, shins and buttocks. He looked down at the large wet patch that had soaked into the mattress and he smiled weakly.

“Naughty mare - “ He chuckled and disengaged the toy.

“Urgh..." Jenny gasped.

“Relax your muscles sweetheart, let me..."

He awkwardly fumbled with the sticky toy, trying to grip it as Jenny's vaginal walls and labia kept squeezing and winking.

“Ready?" He asked, gently patting her rump, then feeling the warmth from it.

He waited until she took a breath, then with a loud squelch he slid the toy free from within her and chuckled.

“I knew that'd be a lovely surprise..."

“I'd...forgotten..." Was heard from the pillow. “Not as good as...Jack..."

Vincent snorted and smacked her hard on the rump with his hand, feeling her twitch and moan.

“You know that mating with you and that Jack was an accident!"

“You...urgh, help...please?" Jenny moaned, lifting up her manacled paws.

Dropping the toy on the bed, he slid off and walked down the side. His fingers twitched as he unbuckled the manacles. As Jenny reached up and pulled the hood off her head, he walked to behind her and unfastened the hobbles. Jenny shuddered from ears to hooves and writhed on the bed, sighing in pleasure.

“Did I please my mare?" Vincent asked.

Jenny rolled onto her side, then stretched herself right out and shuddered again. She turned to look at him, giving him a snort. Without warning, she twisted about and locked her paws on his shoulders. With a startled yelp, he found himself slammed down on the bed. Jenny straddled him, pinning his wrists beneath her knees. A broad grin spread across her muzzle as she laid her ears back and eyes become mere slits behind her lids.

“My turn..."

“Hey!" Vincent squeaked, staring up at her.

He could feel the dribbling of multiple fluids that oozed from her wet, slick folds and dribbled down his groin and thighs.

“Hand...now..." Jenny growled playfully, her tail flickering across his shins.

He squirmed and as she shifted her weight, he slipped his hand out. Quickly, she took it and placed it down on the manacle and clasped it shut. Then come the other one, effectively binding him. Jenny climbed off the bed and stood at the foot of it, tapping her cheek with her index finger, other fingers curled under her chin, as she looked down at him.

“That hood is no good, not designed for a human..."

Clopping over to the beside table, Jenny began rummaging until she grinned and pulled out a thick scarf. “Perfect, now, stay still..."

Winding it three times around his forehead, Jenny slid it down until it rested on the bridge of his nose.

“Kinky little filly, aren't you? You do know what I enjoy...but I think you're asking for the impossible my beloved... Human is weak and squishy, I don't expect you'll get your moneys worth with me!"

Jenny's nickering laughter reached his ears.

“You'll be surprised..."

Jenny strapped the hobbles around his ankles, tightening them and nodding in satisfaction.

“My little colt can't get away now...excellent."

His arousal evident, Jenny grinned and took a moment to clop off to the en-suite. A sound of running water reached his ears and he frowned.

“What are you doing in there?"

“Washing my paws, is that alright?" Came the snicker.

Returning, Jenny carried a wet cloth, that she unceremoniously dunked in the melted ice water, then slapped it on Vincent's groin.

“EEEEK!" He squealed and bucked.

“Oh, so its okay for you to tease me!" Jenny nickered, then began washing his penis and groin with the ice cold cloth. “There, nice and clean!"

“Good...idea - “ He shuddered and the restraints rattled.

“SO!" Jenny snickered as she straddled his thighs and trailed her blunt hooflets down his chest and belly.

“Don't...tickle!" He squealed and flinched. “You know how ticklish I am!"

“I do..." Jenny snickered again. “Why do you think I do...this..."

He gasped as he felt a feather trail from his chest, around each nipple and down his stomach, before Jenny teasingly brushed his penile head with the feather.

“Stop...please..." Vincent moaned helplessly.

“Why?" Jenny inquired, as she tickled him again. “I wonder, can I bring my colt to orgasm with a feather?"

“Urgh.,..no, please...I beg of you..."

“Aww, I haven't even started on you yet, and you're giving up? There's so much more we can do..."

Jenny climbed off him, then whiffled in laughter as she leaned down and kissed him here, there, somewhere else...then alternated her kisses with light touches of the feather. Her lips pinched and pricked at his skin and he gurgled and moaned helplessly.

Sensuously, she straddled him, then gasped in pleasure as he slid deep inside her folds again. With a grin, Jenny placed her paws on his chest and clamped down with her vaginal muscles.

“Ugh..." Vincent rasped, his hips arching up off the bed as he felt the heat consume him.

“Now, little one... I give you a choice...the feather?"

Jenny trailed it under his chin and down his chest, feeling him squirm and tremble as the ticklish feather caressed him.

“Or..."

With a light slap, she struck him on the thigh with the riding crop.

Again, Vincent bucked beneath her and squirmed.

“Which will it be I wonder? Pleasure or a little pain? I know you don't have a thick hide or fur to cushion the whip strikes...but I do know just how hard to strike..."

“Bring...it..." He teased her playfully, then gasped as she slapped the whip on his chest muscles.

“Deal is simple...you ejaculate inside of me...again? I'll punish you...and I'm not saying with what..."

“Not...no...not fair..." He moaned and squirmed.

“Uh huh..." Jenny whinnied and ground her hips against his. “Naughty colt – those are the rules..."

“I...you're in season and..." He whined.

With another snap on the opposing thigh, Jenny snorted. “None of that either... Now, my rules are simple...you be a good little colt, you'll get your mistresses reward...be naughty? You'll get either the whip or the feather... or...if you don't please me?"

With a visible gulp, Victor went white as a sheet and he trembled helplessly. “You wouldn't dare..."

“Oh? Wouldn't I? Wouldn't be the first time you've taken me as a feral mare... Think this bed would support, oh, about six hundred pounds of sexually aroused Donkey? Now, play by my rules – or I will shift...deal?"

Vincent squirmed and shuddered. Pleasure built on pleasure, as Jenny sensuously rocked back and forth upon him. Her tuft of a tail flickered against his shins, adding to the ticklish sensations.

Five minutes of her vaginal pulses and winking labia, he was ready to fill her with his semen, but her warning slap with the crop stopped him. Fifteen minutes, he was visibly sweating and squirming as she intensified her rocking on him. Alternatively, she would tickle him with the feather, bringing him right to the edge of his release – before she'd slap him with the whip again and get him to submit.

“So...cruel..." He gurgled, his fingers curling and nails biting at the flesh of his palms.

“Mmm..." Jenny nickered as she dismounted him, paused, then sensuously slid him back inside her again.

“Urgh...I...I can't..."

“Can't...or won't?" Jenny squirmed, feeling her own arousal rising within her. “Remember colt..."

Vincent moaned and was brought to the edge again and again, before Jenny would smack him again and relax her vaginal muscles.

“Good boy..." Jenny began panting, her ears slicked back and nose lifting towards the ceiling. “Oh...so...oh gods...so..."

Jenny brayed and clenched down hard, driving Vincent to the edge – then throwing him recklessly off. His orgasm was the strongest one yet! He'd been so pent up and denied, the sweet relief at last was almost mind destroying. It squirted deep within her and Jenny's muscles crushed down on his length, milking him for every drop he could give her.

With a snort, Jenny slumped onto his belly and chest, her vaginal muscles locked tight on him and her udder and teats pressed hard against his stomach.

Panting, Jenny caressed his cheek with her blunt hooflets, before she pulled the scarf off his head and pressed her broad lips against his.

“Mmph!" Vincent gurgled, feeling Jenny's tongue slurping against his.

“Mmm..." Jenny shuddered in sexual relief. “Good...boy..."

“Urgh, I'm...broken..." Vincent admitted. “I couldn't...no more, please..."

Jenny snickered and nibbled his throat, before she unclasped each wrist restraint and just lay on him, stroking and cuddling him.

“I think I'll not hook you up to the plough tomorrow - “ Jenny nickered as she smile and lipped playfully at his left ear.

“Uh...what?"

Rolling her eyes, Jenny smirked and sat up, feeling his firmness slip and slide within her.

“My...colt still aroused...got one more left in you?"

“Nnngh...no, please Jenny, I submit...I'm...dry."

“Then I shall just have to keep you inside of me, until you can give me more, no?"

With a deep, full body quiver, Vincent squirmed and Jenny grinned at him.

“I'll let you go soon enough...maybe..."

TO BE CONTINUED...