The Wooden Horse

"Ooh, the wooden horse seems fun," you smile. "Call in the calvary."

Marta grins, heading over to the wheeled wooden horse that sits in the corner. The device, simply a toblerone shaped wooden block with a sharp edge, atop wooden supports, is almost elegant in its simplicity. Marta grabs Kelly's trousers, yanking them down and off her feet to reveal a trimmed pussy. She leads her over to the Wooden Horse, forcing Kelly up onto it. Marta releases her grip, forcing Kelly down onto the sharp edge of the wedge so that it jams between her legs, straight into her pussy lips.

"Fuck!" Kelly winces, as the sharp edge is **** inside of her, her entire weight being **** to rest on the sharp wedge now jamming up her ass and cunt.

Marta walks up to her, grabbing Kelly's shoulders and pressing Kelly down against the sharp edge. She lets out a pained scream, as her pussy lips are violently **** apart. Kelly desperately tries to push herself free, but her legs just dangle helplessly.

"More weight," you whisper.

Marta moves over to the side, where a set of ankle bracelets sit, attached to a weighted chain. Marta moves over, heaving it up and clipping it on her left ankle, before doing the same to the other. Kelly screams, a light trickle of blood going down the faces of the wooden horse.

"More weight. Fuck me, I'm as hard as a rock," you say. "Unsheath."

Your erect cock appears, saluting you, and you take it in your hands, rolling it around between your fingers.