LITTLE GIRL ON THE WOODEN HORSE

BY LUKER

The house looks to be over a century old, shrouded in a cluster
of large oak trees. Threatening dark clouds and thunder signal
that another rainstorm is going to hit, so you quickly make your
way up the long gravel road to the front porch. A knock on the
door reveals that there is no one home. The windows are boarded
up and the walls are riddled with neglect. Deserted. Rain begins
to fall. You circle around to the back and find the entrance to
the cellar. A rush of warm air strikes your face as you pull the
storm doors open and descend the stairs. Squinting in the
darkness, you fumble for the matches and light one. A rat
scurries across the floor and disappears into another room.
Outside, the heavy rain is pounding the earth, but you feel
little comfort in yourefuge.

Using another match, you slowly venture forth to the opposite end
of the room and try the light switch. Nothing. There is a small
white candle sitting on a dusty shelf, so you light it. The
cellar looks to be completely empty. You wander through, what
seems like an endless maze of rooms, when something catches your
eye. Carved into the house's foundation is a narrow doorway that
doesn't seem to fit with the rest of the cellar. You approach it
holding the candle in front of you, and peer into the dark
passage. A steep, narrow staircase spirals downward into pitch-
blackness. The ancient stone walls give you the impression that
this was here long before the house was even built. Taking
careful, deliberate steps, you slowly descend the dark staircase.
A powerful scent of wet stone and rotting wood lingers in the
air. The candle is just bright enough to illuminate the first and
last few steps around you before blackness creeps in.

Suddenly, a noise makes you stop dead in your tracks. At first,
you only hear your own breathing and the distant sounds of
dripping water. But then there's something else - the faint,
muffled sounds of a human being, coming up the staircase. Then it
stops. Could someone be calling for help? You quicken your pace
until you reach the bottom step. Holding the candle outward, you
see a long, narrow corridor. Claw like pillars reach up to grasp
the hulk of the ceiling that presses inexorably down upon you.
The end of the corridor makes a sharp turn, what lies beyond it
is a mystery. You feel very uneasy now, uncertain as to who or
what you'll find if you continue. You listen again for the
muffled sounds, but there is nothing. Slowly, you make your way
through the corridor. When you approach the corner, you stop for
a moment, take a breath, and make the turn. Through the dim light
of the flickering candle, you see a narrow doorway. You step
through it and the corridor opens up into a small chamber. The
room appears to be empty. The crumbling walls are saturated with
ground water, the air is thick and moist. Then you hear the noise
again, just off to your left. One sweep of the candle in that
direction reveals a sight that makes your heart jump.

Across the room, a beautiful little girl is hanging from the
ceiling. She appears to be nine or ten years old. She has been
stripped naked and left suspended down here in the pitch
darkness. You pause a moment in disbelief and shock. Her back is
to you, but the candlelight immediately announces your presence.
She turns her head and tries to speak to you through the gag in
her little mouth. Your first reaction would be to free this poor
child, but you are instantly captivated by the sight of her small
bound body. You force yourself to ignore her muffled protests for
now and step forward for a better look. Her wrists are bound with
leather straps to each end of a 4 ft. steel bar. The bar is
attached to a large chain wrapped around a pulley that hangs from
the ceiling. The other end of the chain is attached to a hand
crank. Her arms are pulled over her head so that the entire
length of her helpless body is stretched taut. Another steel bar
is attached to each ankle strap, forcing the little girl to stand
on her toes with her legs spread wide apart. Directly below her
body is a wooden plank, placed end-side-up and secured by two
benches on each end. Her long legs straddle each side without
touching it. The edge of the plank is just low enough to avoid
contact with the sensitive flesh between her open thighs, that
is, as long as she remains on her toes! Your initial concerns
with the little child are now overcome with a wave of lust and
you become instantly erect.

You take a moment to drink in the sights and sounds of this young
pre-teen's plight. Her desperate eyes follow your movements as
you approach her. She appears to be afraid. Her slender body is
pale and athletic, but still very child- looking. Her chest is
flat. A steel clamp is fastened to each little nipple and chained
to a metal ring on the opposite wall. The tension of the chain is
adjusted to keep her poor pre-teen body bent forward, so that,
even the slightest movement, pinches and pulls her bruised
nipples. She's wearing a leather, studded collar around her neck.
A small chain or leash dangles loosely from it down to her
buttocks. Then you lower the candle to her thighs and expose
quite provocatively, the fleshy folds around her hairless,
pouting cleft. Directly underneath, is the edge of the wooden
plank, sharpened roughly to a very sharp point, with jagged spurs
along the length of it. The nine-year-old girl waits, helplessly,
struggling to remain on her toes as the inevitable muscle fatigue
slowly sets in.

You've seen photos and read stories about similar situations in
bondage magazines, but never about a small child, so young.
Little girl is obviously a submissive, or 'slave', in the process
of being disciplined by her Mommy and Daddy. Her presence is so
tantalizing, you can barely contain yourself.

She tries to maintain her position as you begin to explore every
inch of her slender body with your hands. You begin by stroking
the hollows of her armpits, then sliding your fingers past her
hips and down her trembling legs. Her skin is smooth as silk,
without even a trace of hair. You let your hands travel around
the curves of her pretty round bottom until they settle between
her thighs to the soft, tender parts she is working so hard to
protect.

By now the smooth, muscles in child's upper legs and calves are
clearly visible from the strain she is just beginning to feel.
She tries to adjust her feet just a little, but almost loses her
balance and the steel clamps give her sore nipples a painful tug.

After many long minutes, her legs finally tire, and she uses the
last of her strength to lower herself as gently as possible onto
the edge of this crude instrument. Delicate hairless flesh is now
pressed between the sharp, jagged surface and her pelvic bone,
laying the first of many small bruises upon her pre-teen sex. In
moments, her legs regain enough strength to lift her body and
relieve the pressure between her thighs, but only for a few
minutes this time. Muscles throbbing, she lowers herself again,
carefully placing her weight on a new, unmarked place. Never
before, have you witnessed a small child being subjected to this
form of slow, sexual torture. The sight of poor little girl's
pain and frustration brings your mind and body to a new level of
arousal that you have never experienced before. It takes longer
for her to summon the strength to rise a third time, but after
several long seconds of straddling the plank, she points her toes
and pushes herself against gravity. The muscles in her legs are
aching terribly from the exertion now, her tight ass quivering as
she struggles to hold her stance. You are impressed with her
endurance and self-control. But how long can a nine-year-old girl
last? Then you notice that the spot she has been resting on is
now covered with her fluids. Apparently pain and pleasure are one
in the same for this young girl.

Time passes. Long and agonizing moments of torment. The child's
face is masked with pain and fatigue. Her pale little body is
covered with sweat. The long struggle ends when her legs finally
give away completely and she has to lower herself, full- force
onto the devious device until her buttocks straddle each side of
it. The edge of the plank is now wedged firmly between her
swollen, hairless folds. Comfort is impossible and the child
squirms constantly from pain she feels inflicted on her
undeveloped genitals. You watch her for several minutes, then
utter your first command.

"Rise!"

The pre-teen's legs are shaking from over-exertion, but she
somehow manages to push herself up off the plank. Her obedience
pleases you to no end. You decide to further test her compliance
in small ways. Leading her motion with your hands you whisper
another command,

"Open."

Little nine-year-old girl obediently forces her thighs outward,
spreading herself to your word. Reaching down to the V of her
small stretched body, you test the slave-child by squeezing her
swollen labia, to see if she will hold her silence. She draws a
hot breath, but says nothing. You take a moment to relish the
feel of her painful, moist vulva in your hand, then you release
her. By now, your cock is screaming for attention. You step back
and slide the plank out from under her. Then she breathes a sign
of relief and relaxes as you unhook the clamps from her little
nipples.

You pull the gag off her pretty mouth and, before she can speak,
turn her head to kiss her. She immediately parts her lips with a
willingness that inspires you, moaning deeply as you explore the
inside of child's mouth with your tongue. Then you step back and
unzip your pants. Her breathing quickens with anticipation when
she sees your huge cock standing hard and erect before her.
Taking firm hold of her little buttocks, you lift her hips up and
slide the entire length of your shaft inside her moist rectum.
She drops her blond head back in complete submission as you pull
her warm nine-year-old body closer to your thighs. You continue
to work your cock inside her, pulling it back slowly, then
driving it back in with a quick thrust, repeatedly. The poor
child rewards your efforts with tears and a series of soft, sexy
whimpers that can be heard in every dark room and corridor. You
feel the pressure building up inside you, but you try to hold on
for just a while longer. Sensing that little girl is about to
reach an orgasm, you quicken your pace, pounding her small body
like a drop hammer while she dangles helplessly on the rope. Then
you both climax in unison. Her small bruised body tenses as your
throbbing cock spills its warm seed into the deepest recesses of
her bowels. You stand there for several minutes, enjoying the
comfort of child's tiny body next to yours.

Then you pull up your pants and replace the gag on her mouth. The
poor little baby-girl looks at you desperately, as though she
were saying,

"I gave you what you wanted, now PLEASE release me."

Picking up the candle, you whisper 'thank you,' then give her a
wink before leaving the room. The child's muffled protests can
still be heard in the darkness below as you ascend the stairs.

Outside, the rain has stopped, and the warm sunlight is already
breaking through the clouds. Quietly, you close the cellar doors,
then proceed down the gravel road from which you came, quickening
your pace until the old house is far from view.