Wooden Horse

Samantha had to admit she was at a loss. She had never been very good at riddles, but she did have a solution that sounded less scary than the other ones.

"Rachel, I don't know which one the correct answer is." As Rachel looked crestfallen to hear her say that, Samantha marched confidently over to the Wooden Horse and prepared to climb up on top of it.

"Wait. I thought you said you didn't know the answer?"

"I don't. but the way I see it, we have 24 minutes which means we can each attempt two of the possible answers. Odds are high that we will get the right answer. out of 5 possible solutions." Without any more hesitation, Samantha swung herself up onto the wooden horse. Fortunately, there seemed to be a rubberized portion for her to sit on so while the entire thing still had an uncomfortable edge to it, at least it wasn't as bad as she thought. as she straddled the wooden structure, she noticed a case open directly in front of her and looking inside, she could see something glinting.

"The Key!" With elation, she reached her hand in to retrieve it, confident in her choice.

'click'

As she felt cold manacles close around her wrists, Samantha's heart sank. With a panicked expression she attempted to pull her hands free, only to discover that her hands were now locked into the box.

"What the hell? Rachel, I'm stuck. I have the key in my hand but I'm stuck. Rachel what do I HUAGKKK" As she went to ask for help, Samantha felt a tightness lash around her throat and felt her head pulled backwards. Something seemed to have wrapped its way around her throat. With her hands locked down, and her upper body being pulled back, Samantha found that her sensitive nub was now digging deeper into the cornered top of the wooden horse. as this happened, she felt the seat she was sitting on spring to life with rapid vibration.

Shit. She was being strangled while sitting on a vibrator. As the sensations began to take affect, she registered Rachel shouting to her.

"It's the test Rachel. You have to be there for ten minutes and then it will release you."

Ten Minutes. As she felt the vibrations intensify driving a moan from her strangled lips, Samantha could only hope that she could last that long. As she stared up at the ceiling, she felt the rope around her neck slowly begin to tighten, forcing her nub deeper onto the vibrating pad. She hadn't realized how much not getting a climax from her earlier fucking had affected her, but as the stimulation continued, it took barely a minute for her to start moaning like a whore. As the waves of pleasure increased, she found it impossible to keep track of the time she had spent, but to her it hardly mattered. Soon she was gyrating her hips to get a deeper feel from the vibrating pad she was on top of. As she felt herself getting closer, she struggled to lift her head, the resulting constriction of her throat pushing her even closer to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm until finally with a choked scream, she exploded in pure pleasure. While she didn't know it, the entire ordeal had only taken 2 1/2 minutes of her time and as the buzzing continued, she soon found herself rutting against the device yet again as her tongue lolled out from the exhaustion of her previous orgasm.