Slutty Susan: The Real Ride Begins

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Slutty Susan: The Real Ride Begins

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Susan looked at the horse, surmising that the seated position was a good 8 inches higher than her crotch, even with her high heeled boots on. This could be tough if he intended to make her sit there for very long.Dragging her further into the shed, he stopped her at one end of the horse and looped her leash through one of the rings attached to the nearest end. Roughly he unwound the vet wrap that sealed her mouth and helped her dislodge the foam pad that filled it.
He unlaced the corset until it loosened, then reached around her and unclasped the busk. He tossed it onto the workbench. He tugged her pants down to her boot tops.Now he started to massage her sex through her black satin panties, he could feel the slickness of her pussy and started to suck at her breasts, first one, then the other. She moaned and whined, wanting him to take her right there, but he had other plans.
He put a leather strap around each arm, just above her elbows, pulling it ever tighter until her elbows almost met, next he unlocked the handcuffs on her wrists and tossed them onto the bench. He placed her palms together and wound nylon rope seven times around her wrists, going back in opposing directions, he cinched the ropes and knotted the ends up her left forearm, well out of her reach.
Satisfied that she was secure, he removed the strap around her upper arms and placed it around her legs, just above the knees. Tightening it pulled her shackled ankles close together as well.
With a long length of rope, he circled her chest four times above her breasts, tied it behind, and duplicated it below, squeezing her already enraged nipples between the bands. The free ends were run up her chest and tied behind her neck, creating a rope bra.
From a pegboard on the wall, he removed a set of clover clamps. He threaded one through the front ring on her posture collar, and clamped her swollen nipples.
Susan figured it was time to take the initiative and make the best of a rapidly worsening situation. As he started towards her with a harness ball gag, she asked, " Would you like the key now?" Startled, he simply asked where they were. " Master, it's in my jewelry box at my house, take me back home and I'll get it for you."
Pleased that he was soon to get what he wanted, he told her he'd go get the key. And she could wait there. Susan protested saying "Please don't leave me here like this." He told her that she should stand there and think about what she'd done and how she'd have to suffer the consequences when he returned.
He looked around. Susan was wearing steel ankle cuffs. Her knees were strapped together. Her hands were bound behind her and she was leashed standing beside the horse, which was bolted to the floor. He thought she couldn't get in trouble there, as long as she wasn't gagged. She could yell as much as she liked, it was almost a half-mile to his nearest neighbor. So he walked out, locked the door, and drove off in his truck.
Gotta work fast, she thought. Good thing he took off the handcuffs. Susan bent as much as she could at her torso, reaching down, down, down. Her fingers touched the handle of a customized steak knife sheathed inside the leg of her right boot. She'd drilled a hole through the handle and threaded a leather thong through it. She slipped her fingers through the loop and slowly pulled it out, then worked the thong around her wrist so she wouldn't drop it. Good. She'd used his bench grinder months ago and rounded off the point of the five inch serrated blade. Once she manuvered the blade between the rope and her wrist, it was fairly simple to saw the rope into. Free!
Susan quickly threw the wrist ropes on the floor. Next were the damn nipple clamps.Reaching behind her neck, she untied the rope at the nape of her neck and worked the ropes off her chest. She unbuckled the collar and laid it on the horse. Feeling around in her left boot, she found a piece of duct tape. She pulled it back and retrieved a handcuff key. She leaned against the horse, unstrapped her knees, and unlocked the legcuffs.
Grabbing her corset, she hurried into his house. In the spare bedroom, she looked in the closet and got the small bag she'd left there last weekend. She sat on the bed and took off her boots. She put on a pair of trainers. Next she put on a black cotton turtleneck and pulled a matching ski mask over her head. Three more items in the bag. Regulation police handcuffs, a washcloth, and a small bottle.
Dashing back outside, she went to a tree near the shed she was supposed to be waiting in. Near the base was a coiled black parachute rope. She stretched it from the tree to the corner of the shed. She tied it off to the power pole next to the shed about eight inches above ground level. Backing off about six steps, she looked for it but couldn't see if in the dark. Susan crept back behind the tree and waited, trying to slow her racing heart and breathing. After about ten minutes, she saw vehicle lights approaching. She drew herself up behind the tree, willing herself invisible.
He pulled the truck up to his customary parking spot and shut the motor off. Getting out, he started for the door, whistling. Susan pulled the washcloth from her pocket, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured the chloroform into the cloth. Three more strides, two, one. His foot caught the cord and he was flung forward to the ground. By the time his chest hit the ground, Susan stepped over him and sat on his back. She shoved the cloth in his face and effectively hand gagged him until he stopped struggling and went limp. Dropping the cloth, Susan reached in her back pocket and got the handcuffs. Left wrist. Check. Right wrist. Check. Got him!
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