"You must understand, Doctor, whether I’m mounting an equine steed or another kind of steed," Lady Penelope explained, then paused to let the double entendre take hold, "I’m used to setting the pace. This, however, was not to be the case. I knew in an instant the stallion had been programmed by Bella and not her voyeur boyfriend."
"Think about it, Doctor, what does a woman want? She does not want a fast start and a quick finish; no, she wants a slow rhythmic buildup, a gentle but insistent cadence that slowly builds toward a climax finish. Bella may be a lot of things but she is still a woman after all. No, a male would have gone -- if you’ll excuse the horse analogies -- right to the whip, bit between the teeth, charging away. But I digress. Back to my predicament."
When I caught my breath, the mechanical devil was back at pace, but not the same as before. Bella was smart and experienced and, as I said before, above all a woman. She knew we, meaning females, need, want, desire another pace from the first that has been done. Our bodies enjoyed that, but now to stimulate us again we demand change. The pace was more a cantor, up and down, a bouncing ride, short and sharp as was the motion upon me.
My tormentors, however, had designed an unrelenting course, built for a powerful steed that did not tire or require rest between fences. No, the pace increased to a trot, my hips sliding and shimmying about in a most delightful manner, the phallus shaped to please from every angle. I had not a chance against it except one, and I had to wait for my body to react.
"My word, that’s three stimulations!" Dr. Peale exclaimed.
"Yes, and now the course changed again, rough uneven terrain that pulled me front to back."
The strain on my arms was terrible, but nothing compared to the sensuous river welling up inside me. Back and forth, relentless rubbing over my already highly swollen clitoris pushed me onward. Oh, it was maddening! I tried in vain to concentrate, to will my mind to other places, but always it returned to that room, the room of self-gratification, and all I had to do was open the door.
Down a hill we raced, my hips and body now totally soaked and sheened, all aglow as I rode on. My hot, fevered body was forced forward, then we turned sharply and the sensation of the walls crashing and rubbing against the horn even more so than before as we raced up a hill. Back my body flew, the charger in full gallop, my body straining to hang on, the metal stiletto heels of my riding boots working against the inertia held me down and, of course, tight against the phallus. My clitoris was pushed right against it astride the charging steed. His pace, ever quickening, commanded ,me to let him run. He was too powerful for me to control.
The rubbing was so wonderful that I didn’t want the pace to slow and I hoped it was a never-ending hill of pleasure that I could ride to the top again and again. I gripped my lover with all I had and charged on, lost in a cloud of sound and fury as I experienced and enjoyed the ride to the very apex of pleasure.
As you well know, a woman, after a certain number of times, tends to get a little over lubricated and she somewhat enlarges in capacity. That, of course, makes friction for the male difficult and orgasm nearly out of the question. I had reached that stage and I thought that if I could just fake a few more encounters they would think I was done and move to stage two of their plan for me, at which point I would surprise them and escape. That however was not to be, and I should have understood that. As I said before, Bella is a woman and she had anticipated this scenario.
Her boy toy pushed a button on the control box and I knew right away my plan was useless.
"Whatever do you mean?" Dr. Peale asked, her voice a little more curious than professional.
I let go of the reins and sailed over the jump on the third fence, my body jerking and lurching as I went limp from the pleasuring. Still we rode on, but I had lost control of the charging beast and he, all quicksilver and flash, pulsated beneath me as he ran free and hard. I gasped for air in between double and sometimes triple orgasms lasting what seemed forever and in reality I knew far too long.
I do remember one long crucible of joy where my heart raced uncontrollably and my screaming even managed to stir me from my dream if just for a second. The pleasure was intense and numbing, my body started to go limp. Every string that controlled my appendages seemed to be cut, like a marionette having its strings cut on stage for all to see. I saw white before my eyes, heard a scream of utter ecstasy and felt my body drain away as I had nothing left to fight with.