The Hanging of the Horse Thieves (M/F & FF/F)

[AlexUSA3]

The Hanging of the Horse Thieves
Saturday, November 03, 2018

You know what’s better than being super horny and craving maternity and not succeeding a wild night in which you kidnapped your husband and dominated him? Being super horny and craving maternity and engaging in a wild roleplay with your husband and failing a second time. Oh, yes, I was a horny girl, and I was feeling extra naughty on this occasion. Want to hear the story? No? No?! Well, too bad, I’m telling it anyway.

I run my own bondage studios. It's fun but serious work. The lighting must be right; you need to get the camera angle just right; the damsel’s position must be right; the rigging and outfit must be good; the outfit can't have been worn in the last 2-3 years. These are just some considerations. It is far from easy to make it all work out all right.

Sometimes, you have to make your own fun.

This is where my husband Nate and my dear friends Kylie and Ashley earn their pay. Kylie is an absolute Godsend for these moments because she is the real deal as a bondage model. Ashley is great because she has an artist’s eye. My beloved friend Hannah controls the camera for us this time. It's going to be a crazy scene.

We're in an unfinished place. Bare concrete floors and walls; exposed rafters; etc. It's not in my own house for sure! My basement is finished; irrelevant information is good to confuse you, my lovely readers! There are windows and adequate lighting.

Cowgirls, nay horse thieves, have been captured. That's Kylie and I. That's when the film starts rolling, with us having been sentenced for our crimes. My beloved is in charge of me, and Kylie is in the care of Ashley. Let's get into some important details, shall we? After all, I know you're all dying to hear about how the three cowgirls are dressed! Dying… hee hee heeee!

Three girls, three flavors of the style. Well, I’m more horse riding style than cowgirl. I’m in my tight, form fitting, beige riding pants, a red and blue plaid flannel shirt, brown cowgirl boots, and blue bandana, cowboy style, around my neck. I am beautiful enough for Nate to consider taking advantage of me, right? That's the end goal of this scene, right? I am horny and out of control in so many ways, as you will see. For starters, my hair is so curly I cannot ascertain its true length because it's just wild and brown, like my eyes. I am very French and proud of it.

Kylie has a cool style. Look at that denim skirt. Beautiful and blue with buttons going up one of the sides, I think the right side. From her perspective. Sorry, I’m geometrically challenged. Oh, it doesn't matter! Her flannel shirt is shades of green, her neckerchief is green, and her boots are white. Oh, don't forget, she's a yummy blonde with slight waves and big blue eyes. Lovely lass. She wears a woven wicker-like cowboy hat. Kylie Svensson, the delicious Swede.

Ashley is my pride and joy. Until I got married, she lived with me for a stretch of 3 years during which I got to witness so many transformations in her life. She's the hot cowgirl with the shorter denim knee skirt. Her shirt is also a short sleeve solid black, and her bandana is black as well. A beautiful head of almost black hair is on her head, hanging around shoulder length, and last but not least her hat is a solid beige one. Oh, the boots, fancy patterned brown leather! I spoiled the girl when she was in my care after she was released from the pen. I love you, Miss Calland.

Even Hannah is a cowgirl and loving it. She has the boots and the blue jeans with a purple plaid short sleeve shirt and a white bandana around her neck. Her hat is also a white one. She grins in typical fashion because she loves being on the film set. Times are good with friends.

Kylie and I are getting tied by Ashley while Nate points a prop gun at us. It's a perfect setup for a scene, no? Our ankles and wrists are already tied when the film begins, and things are about to become extremely uncomfortable for us captives. Dirty scenes are about to follow, so don't say I didn't warn you!

“You know what we do to horse thieves,” Ashley says in her cute French accent.
“You're gonna hang us?!” Kylie asks in horror, “No freaking way!”
“Well, I knew my horse rustling days had to end at some point,” I groan and grimace.
“You're going nowhere, my dear ladies!” the French girl taunts us.
“I see this!” I struggle and find no slack in the brown rope.
“We will tie you, gag you, torture you, and hang you. You will die.”
“Not if we get out of this!” Kylie tries to play mind games.
“I’m not worried,” Ashley gags Kylie with her hand, “You are pretty though.”
“I tend to agree,” Nate approaches and begins fondling my covered breasts, “You're beautiful.”
“No!” I quietly squirm in his arms, “Please, don't harm us! Torture us, but let us leave intact!”

Instead, a washcloth fills each of our mouths, and vet wrap cleave gags us each 4 times before it wraps our head 6 times. I get green wrap, and Kylie gets red so we coordinate with each other’s shirts. It’s a decent gag for a scene like this one. My husband takes advantage of my position to really play with my breasts; foreplay is nice. Oh, no, I am not getting screwed on camera! That is a big no-no. Instead, I’m getting screwed off camera. Alone.

I squirm a lot for the camera, and Kylie wails loudly. She’s getting the foreplay treatment as well albeit from a girl who is extremely bondage sexual. Oh, it’s going to be a fun night at the studios of Maddy Tied Her. Yes, indeed, I am the owner and in the name of the studio even! Call it what it is: marketing.

Ropes continue to restrict our motions. Our elbows are tied, although Kylie's cannot touch she is still bound in a fashion that accommodates her lack of flexibility. Our shirts are unbuttoned. It is a bondage film; of course we have no bras! Hee hee! As our camerawoman would say, “It's tits out, my friends.” My 34DD cups just flop around, and Kylie's are squishy too. Harnesses help them to stiffen up, but a little rope wrapped around the bases gives them some support. We’re in deep trouble indeed. You are witnessing the limits of what I will do, and even this is extreme for me and my work. I typically won’t even let my breasts be exposed.

“ACKKKK!” I screech when binder clips squeeze my nipples shut; is that how baby teeth feel?
“MMMMM!” Kylie also cries out.
“Do not be afraid,” Ashley says in a French accent while rudely fondling Kylie's breasts.
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
“Look, my dear,” she grabs Kylie by the hair and twists a clamp, “You cannot stop me!”
“Gahhhh!” Kylie collapses in orgasm.

Waist ropes work best when they include crotch ropes. We skip the latter portion. Why? Well, how is Nate going to impregnate me if I have a crotch rope, hmmmmmm? This is about selling videos, not having an orgasm contest. Well, I’m wrong; Nate ties a crotch rope over my pants. Had to make a fool out of me, did you, sir? What's that you whispered? Ah, yes, I do love you, my dear. I have eyes for no man but you. Ashley did it to Kylie, too, actually.

When our ankles were tied, our captors made sure to wrap around the heels of our boots as well for maximum restraint. Now, they go up our legs with three more ropes going up our lower legs to our knees and three going up from our knees to our waists. Ashley shamelessly grabs Kylie’s legs in an erotic manner; this French girl will do anything as long as bondage is involved, but in particular with a man. Like Hannah, despite a devout Roman Catholicism she struggles with her sexuality; in fact, Ashley struggles with self-hatred on account of her attraction to girls. It's not a very Catholic thing to produce my own p0rn, and that’s why our crotches stay covered!

A twist of the nipple clamps evokes a pained shriek from both of us, and we're both hogtied after a series of stern threats from our kidnappers. This permits Hannah, a true artist with a camera, to spend 5-10 minutes capturing our struggles, pun intended; oh, by the way, she's just as fantastic on Ashley's and Kylie's sides of the production.

“Gmmmmm!” the washcloth absorbs my spittle.
“Well, cowgirl,” Hannah rolls me over with her boot, “You done f-cked up, didn't you?”
“Mmmm!” her boot rolls me back over to crush my nipples against the concrete, “Owwwwww!”
“Let's try it on you,” the cruel girl repeats the action.
“EEEEEEKKKK!” Kylie loudly shrieks despite the gag.
“Hanging you two will be a pleasure.”
“Gmmmphhh!” I struggle some more.

I feel sweat forming on my brow while Hannah slowly pans the camera over my squirming body to capture every detail of it all. Oh, heck, the sweat on my back is worse. I’m just sweating like a pig. The situation is awful because I cannot get off without human intervention; meanwhile, my fellow damned cowgirl is having a solo orgy with her crotch rope.

I don't know why I decided to try bondage. As a kid, more than one foster family tried tying me to my bed to keep me from running away from home, and one family would tie me up and beat the hell out of me for being Roman Catholic. Life as a child was an interesting series of abuses and desperate measures, and I even got arrested more than one time for tying or taping one of my foster siblings. I learned not knowing such was a fetish thing until Hannah told me about it.

It was a good decision. From my first modeling engagement, I was in love. Now look at me tied up on a concrete floor with a washcloth in my mouth and binder clips on my nipples. Kinkiness is a chronic incurable disease from which I suffer with happiness. You could say kinkiness gave me Nate because I found in him a man who was OKwith my kink and willing to help me explore it more deeply. It's my outlet for those unfortunately frequent moments where I cannot express my feelings in words.

“My dear,” I hear the French girl reprimand Hannah, “You are not being cruel enough to them.”
“Oh, what should I do?” the camera operator sets it up on the stand.
“You plant your boot gently, like this,” she puts it on my back, “And just casually stand.”
“What will that do to them?” Hannah's playing dumb while trying it on Kylie.
“It becomes more annoying, and the heel digs better since they cannot resist you.”
“Mmmmmmm!” I protest this dreadful action.
“Aren't they lovely? I think it's time to paddle them.”
“Mmmmmm!” Kylie groans in orgasm.

We horse thieves deserve what is happening to us. After all, we're horse thieves. Along the wall are two devices, about 3 feet apart: winches. Winches are great for suspensions, strappados, and predicaments. They're great for bondage. Oh, nothing like being exposed tits in a strappado and having weights dangling from your nipples. In our case, the girls use the winch hooks to loop a rope from our harnesses to our arms, leaving us in a stooped position.

The crotch ropes don't come off. Instead, French Cowgirl Ashley paddles us over our clothes. I love the helplessness of being unable to resist this punishment, and I continue to be edged by the bondage. She can be a sadistic dominatrix, and her laughter would unnerve a stranger. What this girl can do with a paddle is a beautiful thing.

Paddling and nipple twisting dominate the proceedings. They're so appropriate, and I shriek in pain after enough of the assaults. My crotch is so sore, but the Orgasm Princess is getting wet on a time scale of seconds. That might be a nastier curse than my own, but mine makes bondage so rewarding. Ashley knows me and is exploiting my weaknesses so well, and Nate comes over to rejoin the fun.

“So, horse thief, how would you like to die?” he cracks the paddle off my butt.
“Gmmmmm!”
“Hanging, strangulation, or smothering?” he laughs at me! How dare he!
“Han-in,” Kylie says to my distress and then orgasms, “Mmmmmm!”
“A true romantic of the wild west,” Hannah taunts her, “I bet you like Jane Austen novels.”
“Gmmmmmm!” I groan from another paddling, at least my 25th whack.
“Too bad,” Ashley taunts us each with a kiss on the forehead, “Our playmates must die.”

So they hanged us, and we “died.”

THE END
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Oh, all right, I’ll tell you what happened. It isn't a real hanging. You see, Kylie and I don't want to die, so we cheat the system a little. The noose is attached to the winch first, and we're not on a scaffold. Ashley and Nate undo the ropes that left us vulnerable to the paddling and wrap nooses around our neck. The winch is slowly raised, one click at a time, until our feet are off the floor. Yes, before you ask, Kylie orgasms at this too. We're left for 15 seconds and then lowered. That is the end of the scene, but it's not the end of the bondage fun!

It's time to make a baby!

“That was wonderful, Ashley. You really play crazy so well it's unbelievable,” Hannah smiles.
“Did I make you proud, ladies? I hope I did! I tried my best,” the immature girl almost hops.
“Yes, we are proud of you. May I have some time alone with Kylie?”
“Nmmm mmmm!” Kylie starts hopping away with echoing clomps emanating from the boots.
“I think a strangle hogtie would have been better. They can handle that longer,” Hannah reflects.
“Yes, but horse thieves get hanged,” Ashley's adorable accent echoes as she retrieves Kylie.
“MMMMMMMMMM!”
“How about us, my Mary?” Nate takes my face in his hands and kisses my gagged lips.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I sensually writhe where I stand.

Ashley is struggling now. I see it in her eyes. She is quite bisexual, especially the bondage side of things I mentioned before, and finds herself strongly aroused when she or a fellow female is bound and gagged. She’s an uncomfortable bisexual though because she believes such is a sin, and she even specifically hates when occasions of what she believes to be her committing sins is shared by others without her explicit consent.

Ashley and Hannah have an interesting scenario because both will independently engage in sex with Kylie, but they will not engage in sex with each other, such is their friendship. The strong friendship is amazing, and I am glad to be the friend of these girls. The result is that they will either have an awkward threesome or that Ashley will resist her desires and walk away. I refuse to judge a girl who suffered what girls like Ashley and Hannah suffered when they were younger, but I am a Roman Catholic first and foremost. That means I refuse to engage in my dirty deed in front of them and will not let them do theirs in front of me.

I’m blessed to be interested in nothing but one and only one penis, my husband's. What is there to say about the feeling of his body pushing into mine? I act like I’m resisting him when he pulls my pants and panties down as far as my bondage allows, which of course means no more crotch rope. From behind, he wedges his junk into my body, and I instantly orgasm to relieve the pain in my crotch.

“Nooooooo!” I groan, but I really, really want a baby.

It makes me wonder if my motives are bad. Do I really want to have a child with my husband to love and to cherish, or am I being selfish and chasing a status item like my parents? Thoughts of this nature will keep me awake at night. I do not know the correct answer to it, either. I want to right the wrongs of the previous generation. Sorry… orgasming.

“Mmmmm!” I orgasm again while Nate continues hammering me.
“Horse thief lived and has to get taught a lesson,” he sweetly gazes into my eyes.
“No! NO!” I wail, “Unhie -e, -ou hutcafhe!”
“Would you rather be strangled?” his wonderful DNA fills my body.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” this cowgirl acts like it's unwilling, “Ugh!” and I snap thrice.
“Ok, Mary, let's get this vet wrap off of you,”
“Mmmmm!” I sweetly groan and speak when I am free, “Nate, it was perfect. Ring gag time.”

The ring gag is a rare one for us, appearing maybe every 3-4 months. I am serious about certain aspects of my beliefs, including concerning procreation. Most of its use is on bound girls just for the humiliation factor of the gag. We make it special, though, because Nate enjoys the sensation much more than I do. It's a treat for him. Aren't we cute? Nate is weaker in his faith than I am, so I am willing to humor him on this lest he fall into other temptations.

I relax and let him push me up and down and down and up. He recharges pretty quickly for a 23 year old (yes, I robbed the cradle!), meaning I don't have to wait long. That taste and texture is the worst; it's the humiliation that gets me. Similarly, I can get aroused by being lezdommed in various ways just because it's so humiliating. In fact…

“Hey, Maddy,” Hannah comes over, “How about I dominate you while he readies for more?”
“Mmm mmm mmmm!” I act like I am clueless.
“Then, when he's done with you, we’ll put you two in strangle hogties!”
“Eeeeeeeeee!” I squeal and return to my cowgirl character while she removes her boots.
“Sounds like you haven't any choice, really. You either accept it or end the game altogether!”
“Mmmmm!” she grabs me by the hair, painful, and rubs my face against her stinky socks!

Goodness, this girl has had sexual relations with so many girls over the years. Will I contract an STD? Well, as long as her pants stay buttoned, I’m good. Kylie at least restricts her activities to like four people, and Ashley… sigh. She is a difficult case. Being forced to sniff Hannah’s feet is just humiliating, though, although none of us present really have a foot fetish of any kind.

Hannah truly enjoys this on a level I cannot appreciate. She is a newbie to the faith that is such a large part of my life, and she struggles to resist her sexuality and occasionally engages in acts, as I am sure she did out of my purview. I never had Nate attempt to murder me like her boyfriend did to her. She's on a TUG journey just like Ashley, Kylie, and I are. She knows what she truly wants in life, and I pray she finds that man that is to her what Nate is to me.

Sheesh, how many orgasms is that, Kylie? Maybe 62 or so?

Ash is having so much fun; my friend is so cute and sweet. She won't eat girl crotches, but she more than once borrowed my ring gag. Likewise, she will force feed her own crotch to girls. It is a long story that I won't tell; she has to tell it for herself. She's a good person even if a little bondage obsessed like me. Now, within my earshot, I can tell by what Ashley is saying that she is fondling Kylie’s breasts and kissing her cheeks. Hannah could tell I was ready and left again.

“Guh!” I missed Nate coming for a second vaginal invasion.
“Make it count, cowgirl, before you die,” Nate taunts me.
“Awww, do we have to kill them? I like playing with this one,” Ashley whines from her side.
“Horse thieves die. Now that we tortured them,” Hannah says, “We have to burn the bodies.”
“What?” that breaks Kylie out of her trance, “Noooo!”
“Mmmmmm!” I wail at my second vaginal injection of love.
“That's it, my dears!” Nate stands up and heads to the bathroom, “Finish them off!”

Hannah has a true sadist streak in her like I do. She likes delivering the torture; Ash is just kinky and does this stuff for roleplays and for bondage films. Onto our stomachs Kylie and I, and the same nooses from before instead go to our ankles and back to our noose multiple times until it is knotted off.

So they strangled us, and we “died.”

NOT THE END

I knew you wouldn't believe it after my first trick. I’m slowly getting choked to death, plain and simple, but I need a vibrator unlike the Princess of Orgasm over there. Hannah thankfully is an extremely considerate girl and fulfills my need; I almost instantly orgasm, too. Yes, now it is an excellent ending to an excellent game.

Breathlessness is something that arouses those of us who went to prison, and I don’t know why I would like it really. It’s like we’ve experienced true imprisonment, truly being cut off from life in a terrifying manner, and now we’re afraid of nothing. We’ve learned the hard way who we’re able to trust, and we can trust each other to do these things. Nasty things, I mean. For a payout, I’ve strangled, hung, and smothered girls, stuffed phalli in them, and subjected them to torture sessions (spanking, nipple twisting, etc.) until they tapped out. I relished it all, and often I will lie awake at night wondering if I’m demented, evil, or coping. Is it a violation of my beliefs?

I mean all of us girls present too. Breathlessness cuts Hannah’s orgasm time in half; of course I measured it! We know what it’s like being helpless, being unable to escape, and having all you have ever known taken from you. It’s an addiction, even, with hardly a month going by without one of these three ladies wanting something heavy, dark, and intense. Truly, it’s the only therapy that ever worked for me in a healthy manner, but is it actually a healthy therapy? Whatever! All I know is that I love it, but I could let it go if I decided it was bad for me.

I can last maybe 10 minutes in the present tie; it’s a tight one. Oh, does it feel amazing though; I can’t stop myself from orgasming at the delight it and the vibrator bring me. The ropes bind me and pull on my neck; these cowgirls are in big trouble! Kylie is wide-eyed as ever and just going in 15-20 second intervals, unable to stop herself from a non-stop solo orgy. That’s honestly good enough reason for me to snap my fingers 5 times to demand an immediate end to the game; when Kylie gets like this, she sometimes spaces out and can’t help herself when she’s really in danger of either genuine harm or dehydration.

Hannah’s a professional, and Ashley’s observant. When I do the snap and point to Kylie, Ashley comes over to me while Hannah goes to Kylie. The professional takes the more immediate need and undoes Kylie’s hogtie first and then removes the gag second. For me, Ashley does the same but without the same urgency.

“Well, Marie, how are you?” she asks me in the sweetest French accent.
“I could have gone longer, but I knew Kylie wouldn’t quit without me,” I respond with a grin.
“Damn,” Kylie pants while Hannah unties her, “That was freaking awesome!”
“It had to end though,” I say and take a deep breath.
“Yes, it did,” Ashley gently ruffles my hair with one hand and frees me with the other.
“You’re so pretty,” Kylie puckers up to seduce Hannah into another kiss.

I think this is a wonderful place to end the story. Please, leave us to our euphoria and Kylie and Hannah to their bondageless sex, thank you. This was the end of an era as this was the last time we made a “dirty” film before I got a pang of conscience and refused to make films with crotch nudity in them. I have no regrets over that choice.

Until next time! XOXO

REALLY THE END

[JohnnyRockets]

Well, damn. You sure checked off a lot of my fetishes...
Needless to say, I love this story.

[AlexUSA3]

Well, damn. You sure checked off a lot of my fetishes...
Needless to say, I love this story.

I aim to please. Which ones did I check off? This story was actually a request from one of my DA readers.

[LunaDog]

This is magnificent. And it started SO well, i love the way you introduced this story. The whole, 'well i'm going to tell it anyway' concept was brilliant!

[Windrunner]

feigned nooses, clamps, crotch ropes... oh my!

[AlexUSA3]

This is magnificent. And it started SO well, i love the way you introduced this story. The whole, 'well i'm going to tell it anyway' concept was brilliant!

Writing a story from Mary-Ann's hyperactive and flippant perspective opens up a ton of fun literary devices.

feigned nooses, clamps, crotch ropes... oh my!

It was quite the intense adventure indeed, but it's right in line with what Mary-Ann likes.

[Caesar73]

A truly fascinating Tale so far! Well done!

[GreyLord]

It appears that you pushed a lot of buttons for readers with this story, mine included. Great job!

[AlexUSA3]

It appears that you pushed a lot of buttons for readers with this story, mine included. Great job!

Mary-Ann and her friends tend to get into the most intense adventures indeed.