The „unbreakable"
Josh?! |
As her son Josh reached his 14th birthday, Marsha started to have hard problems. Her husband died just two years before and from that moment, her son, who had used to be a good and decent boy, started to behave more and more aggressive, each day having less respect for his mother. She paid a lot of money for shrinks, as well as for lawyers who had used to save his ass whenever he would got into some kind of trouble. She just couldn't stand it any more: her good friend - Ms Margo - was the last resort! Although Marsha knew that Ms Margo was a good therapist, she hesitated to call her for very long time. She hoped that Josh's behaviour will improve with time, as he'd grow up, but he was worse with each day. Beside that, she had heard a lot of strange stories about Ms Margo's correction facility: some parents said she really helped, while the others used to say that it would have been better if their kids hadn't been there. On the other hand, Marsha thought, Ms Margo is her friend - why wouldn't she just give her a call anyway? And she did it! So, monday morning, she packed up Josh's things and took him a hundred miles away, to Ms Margo's place. The facility was located a hundred miles away from their home, but - at their biggest surprise - it didn't look like a hospital, like Marsha imagined it in her head; it wasn't even a prison with barbwire and guards, that Josh expected. It was a small, pitoresque farm, comprising of few wooden barns and a beautiful country house in the middle. "Hello ... anyone there?", Marsha yelled loudly, pressing on the horn. "Hello, my sweet Marsha, long time no see!", a voice from the house appeared, followed by loud footsteps on the wooden floor. The door opened and Josh raised his eyes. A beautiful blonde, looking much younger than his Mom, was standing at the door. The contours of her shaped body could be seen, although it was fully covered by her jeans and shirt. A nice cowboy hat, wide brown leather belt and a pair of brown cowboy boots matched her clothes and her figure like a creme on delicious cake. She hugged Marsha strongly, almost taking her breath away. "And that must be Josh", she said. Josh could hardly breathe. From time to time, she would move her weight from one leg to another, swaying her hips gently and that would really turn him on. A sound of loud footsteps, this time followed by strange jingling, came from the house again ... Wow! An extremely good looking girl stood at the door. She was just a bit older than Josh, but she was a real beautie: her body, well shape for her young age, definitely couldn't keep Josh in place. Her model-like face and light blond hair, flat and long, contrasted to her black leather jacket, black Levi's and black cowboy boots. Josh noticed she had something he had used to see only in the movies before - a pair of small silver spurs. "Hey, babieee ... ", Josh said, "nice booties you have ... what are you doing tonight?". "Josh! Be polite!", Marsha said, but her son's mouth was faster: - Mmmmm ... just wondering what are you hiding under that
jacket and jeans, honey - How dare you to talk like that to Jennifer's
daughter?! Marsha sighed and started to cry ... - Jen, he's hopeless, I just don't know what to do. With that they hugged again. With full eyes of tears, Marsha sat in her car and started the engine. She waved to her son, but he pretended not to have seen her. She sent him a kiss and her car faded away down the road. "Come here, young man!", a sexy female voice called Josh and he entered the house. "You already met my daugher, Suzanne. She's 16 ... a bit older than you, but you're gonna be good friends. We're living here, along with our two young assistants - Anne and Lynn. They are 20something ... not here at the moment, 'cause they used this lovely day to go horseback riding. I'll let you ride with them if you're gonna be a good boy!". She took Josh to the huge living room, where 5 guys were watching a baseball game. "Meet your new friends - Mark, Kevin, Clive, Randy, Jim ... They are a bit younger or your age, you'll have good time. And now, please stay with them while we prepare your room. And don't try anything stupid, or you'll be in great trouble!". What should we do with him and where should I put him to sleep, Ms Margo thought, while walking the maid to the upper floor with bedrooms. It didn't took much long, however, before a terrible noise came from the basement. "Stop it!", a young female voice cried, but the noise was louder and louder. Ms Margo stepped down the stairs quickly. Entering in the living room, the maid was terribly shocked, but Ms Margo wasn't: her daughter tried to stop the fight between Josh and the rest of the guys: Josh was beating a younger boy as hard as he could, while two stronger boys tried to stop him!". "How many times I have to tell you what to do with them, Suzie?", Ms Margo said, "but you don't seem to learn my advices!". She walked to the wall and took something from there ... Josh was still stuck among the guys, wrestling with them! In one moment, he took one of the boys by the neck and started to squeeze it. "DO IT!", Ms Margo cried to her daughter, "do it, they'll kill themselves! Do it, Suzanne!". Suddenly,
Josh got a sharp hit in his belly. He could see stars. It was like a cannon
bullet directly in his belly. He let the poor guy's neck away and folded,
when he got another kick in his chest. He fell on the floor, seeing who
hit him so hard: Suzanne was standing right above him. Josh could see
her cruel black cowboy boots she used to kick him hard. Full of anger,
she kicked him once again, right in his chin. With that, he got trapped
with rope all around his body. That was Ms Margo's lasso. She started
to pull him cruelly across the corridor to the entrance. "You, son
of a bitch! You don't deserve to be among human beings, but hey ... I
have a proper place for you!". With all her force, she was pulling
him around the house. Exhausted by fight and hurt by cruel kicks, he couldn't
resist much. A sharp pain on his naked back woke him up the next morning. Ms Margo was standing just above him, but her attire was completely different. Snow-white shirt, creamy pants and nice knee high low heeled boots, like riders wear. Her face was cruel, but still beautiful and that turned Josh a lot. She grinned a bit at him, but the very next moment she slapped him again with her cruel bullwhip and kicked him with the tip of her boot. She then placed the sole of her boot right on his naked chest. He could notice she was wearing spurs on her boots, but much larger ones than her daughter had the day before. "Now,
listen to me boy, you're gonna obey me, my daughter and my assistants
here, or we're gonna break you completely, you understood?". Josh
nodded, but she slammed her boot again in his chest, pressing more: "I
didn't hear you, boy! Do you understand what I'm talking about?!".
"Yes, I do!". She slammed even harder: "You're gonna call
me Ms Margo! And my daughter is neither babe (*KICK*), honey (*KICK*)
or sweetheart (*KICK*) - she's Lady Suzanne for you! And my assistants
are Lady Lynn and Lady Anne! "Fuck you", Josh said quietly as she moved away a bit and turned his head to pick up his clothes. Suddenly, he got the strongest kick in his head than ever and fell down immediately. Ms Margo kicked him in his chest a couple of times. "What did you say, you stupid boy?! Just THINK of speaking that four-letter word to me or to any of my assistants and I'll kick you until you get to the gates of hell!". She brought a deep plate with some strange and stinking food, that reminded of cooked beans, to the ground right beside him. She pulled his head with the toe of her boot until his face was right over the plate. Finally, she pushed his face into the plate with the sole of her boot. "Breakfast! Eat that, you'll need it, scum !!!". Josh tasted the food ... It wasn't so bad, probably 'cause the stinking smell of the food was mixing up with the scent of her magnificent leather boot she kept on his neck all the time. He could still hardly eat with Ms Margo's boot on his neck, though and thus was trying all the time to push her away. She responded to each his try by pushing him deeper in the plate. Few minutes after, she placed her foot under his chin and pushed him away from the plate. "Enough!", she said and kicked the plate, "clean this, wash your face and then come here and clean my boots ... your fucking mouth left some food on it!" He did everything
he was instructed and came to Ms Margo's boots. He started to lick them
slowly, removing the dust and the rests of the mess she made while pushing
him into the plate. He could now feel the taste of real, high-quality
leather in his mouth. That taste seemed to be the right spice he needed
for the meel he got. Suddenly, looking up at her, his cock started to
get harder: the view of her body from his bottom position - from her tall,
black boots, across her shaped thighs and rounded hips and ass to her
firm breasts and long, blond hair - made him extremely horny! A sharp
kick in his head turned him back to reality and he continued to slide
his tongue and mouth on the shiny surface of her boots. Slowly, he came
to the back side of the boots and his cock was hard again: her shiny,
silver spurs with huge rowels made him extremely aroused. His arousal
grew as he approached the metal yokes and spur straps with his "Like my spurs, boy?", she asked while he was lapping up her boot. "Mmmmm ... yes, Ms Margo". "You better do, boy ... they will be your best friends today!". "Huh?". "Yes, boy ... you offended my daughter, you cursed me ... I have no choice than to give you a good lesson. As your punishment, yesterday, I decided to make you my horse ... and not only mine - my daughter and my assistants will have the right to ride you whenever they want and abuse you whatever way they like". "But I'm not so strong, Ms Margo ...". His words were interrupted with her kick again. "Not strong, right? And you're strong to beat those boys weaker than yourself? Now, you'll see how it is to be beaten! Get up on your feet! Get out of the stable!". With that she kicked him and start walking around him. "Move to that corral and step inside", she ordered as they moved outside. He jumped into the corral, moving to its center. She came just after him. "Move to the fence and start running, boy". Like she
used to do at home, he started to run his usual morning jogging tour.
She moved to the center of the corral and started to watch him. "You
call that running, boy?", she asked. He tried to move a bit faster,
but his legs were weak. Without any mercy for his condition, she cracked
her whip and hit his naked back extremely hard. He started to run quicker
immediately. "Learn, boy ... you have always even more energy than
you think!". She cracked her whip again on him. He tried to run close
to the fence, hoping he would escape her cruel whip, but she would hit
him anytime. He increased his speed dramatically, but her whip was mercyless.
*CRACK* She was faster, though ... her lasso kept him close to
the corral. "You stupid boy!", she said and jumped out of the
corral too. She took something in her hand and Josh assumed that was a
stronger rope. "Now, run around me!", she ordered and slapped
him ... Owch! That really hurts ... Looking in her direction he could
see the cruelest bullwhip he ever saw. He started to run, just to avoid
the worse. Both Ms Margo and Josh knew he wouldn't endure long. He was
also aware that he Ms Margo would endure to stand in the centre longer
than he would be able to run. His bones and muscles couldn't stand it
any more and he tried to slow down a bit ... *CRRAACCKK* ... Covered with blood, Josh was carried back to the stable by the farm "staff" - Anne, Lynn and Suzanne. They were taking care of him for almost a week. As soon as Suzanne reported her Mom about Josh's successful recovery, he knew something would happen soon. And he was damn right! A kick of Ms Margo's English riding boot at 6 o'clock in the morning promised nothing than more pain and suffer. He was eating from his plate again, while Ms Margo started to prepare a new surprise for him. As soon as he finished with his breakfast, she ordered him to move out of the stable. "Just to feel fresh air", she told him and pushed him out. "On all 4s, horsie ... I want to ride you now!". Josh got on all 4s immediately, while she gazed at her huge collection of whips and riding crops. "I might not need all this stuff". She looked at Josh's body. "I already have something that will make you run like a rocket!". She approached Josh. He could feel the scent of her perfume, mixed up with the scent of her leather boots. Suddenly, he felt her whole weight on his back. Her thighs squeezed his young body. "Move!", she commanded and he started to crawl. He moved his right hand forward, feeling her weight pressing his right side. Then he did it with his left hand and the same thing repeated. Soon, he managed to crawl on all 4s. *SLAP* Her hand slapped his butt, still sensitive from her whip, and he moved a bit faster. "Is that all you can provide to me? You slug ... you better get faster, or you'll see what happens to lazy horses", she said him and he moved just a bit faster. "OK, mister, you asked for it!", she yelled. A couple of seconds after her last words Josh felt something sharp jabbing both his sides like thousands of nails at the same time. He started to run immediately, just to forget about the pain, but it was strong either. "You liked it honey? I enjoy to use my spurs!", she said and kicked him again. Josh started to run faster and faster ... as fast as he could. She didn't spare him from her spurs, even when he was running properly. Spurring his tired body was obviously a great pleasure for her. She started to moan, like a woman approaching orgasm. And her orgasm was exactly what started to happen to her. She kicked him harder and harder. Finally, she jabbed her spurs deep in his flesh, even drawing blood. She twisted the spurs, while he yelled and begged for mercy, but everything she heard were the sounds of her internal desire, leading her to an extraordinary climax! She took her spurs off his thighs and jumped off his back. Her pants were wet and Josh gazed at her pussy, but she kicked him hard. "You better clean up my spurs, they are full of your fucking blood! And you better do it good ... I need those spurs to abuse you more ... and the boys like you!". Satisfied with his spur-cleaning job, she leaded him back to the barn. A sudden kick woke him up. He recognized the boot that kicked him immediately - it wasn't Ms Margo. It was her daughter Suzanne. Wearing her usual black attire, ending up with cowboy boots, she smiled at him. "Today, you're ours", she said. Ours? He wondered what was going on, but as soon as he raised his head - he saw Anne and Lynn standing farther from them. Suzanne attached him a collar and a leash and led him outside. She sat on his back. Her thighs were young and Josh started to be hard again. She made him moving, squeezing his waist rhythmically with her thighs. The vibration she made with her thighs made Josh's cock harder and his orgasm approached. Finally, she gave him a kick with her spurs. The fact that a young girl kicked him made him even closer. She dug her spurs in his flesh, he started to run immediately. Then, twisting her spurs in his flesh, she made him sigh loudly and cum hard. Josh's orgasm was stronger than ever. He've never felt something like that in his whole life. However, the girls noticed that and soon, Lynn got something from the stable. "Now, my friend Lynn is gonna ride you, sweetie!", Suzanne said as she dismounted, "but she likes to ride two-legged horses! Stand up, honey!". Josh tried to stand up while the girls took his underware off and started to play with his wet cock, attaching some kind of harness on it. They fastened the straps. They also placed some kind of saddle on his back and fixed the straps on the front side. He could see a pair of stirrups, dangling on his sides. Lynn approached him, smiling. She placed her leg in the stirrup. She had a nice pair of English riding boots on, but no spurs she had. Just a small pair of harmless rings, attached to leather straps. She also had no pants. Josh felt relaxed a bit. Lynn mounted him, swaying her leg over his shoulder. The other two girls tied his hands on his back, but then also tied a piece of his harness to the "rings" on the back side of her boots. Lynn ordered him to move. She felt really great. Her naked thighs squeezed his head, covering his ears completely and everything he could hear or smell was the sound of her pulse and the scent of her pussy. Her friend Anne took Ms Margo's cruel bullwhip and started to whip Josh, to urge him to move faster. Josh, however, didn't feel the whip so painfully like the first day: the whip acted like an aphrodisiac and soon, he was close again. Suddenly, he could feel something pulling out his cock
and balls rhythmically, harder and harder, trying to take them away completely. "My turn now", Ann said and ordered him to lay
on the ground on his back, under a bench. As he did it, the total length
his cock could be easily seen and the girls started to laugh and moan.
Ann sat to the bench and placed her English riding boot on his chest.
Her small, golden, prod-like spurs, lit even stronger fire in Josh's body.
She placed her other boot close to his cock. With a smile on her face,
she dug her both her spurs in his thighs. Surprisingly, they were blunt
and that made Josh even closer. Finally, she touched his cock with the
toes of her both booted feet and started to jerk him off slowly. As he
was closer, she pressed the spurs harder into his flesh and jerked off
faster. Josh couldn't stay any more. He sprayed his cum all over Anne's
black boots. Satisfied, the three girls returned him to the That evening Ms Margo took him for a ride. Josh expected torture again but - surprisingly - she was very gentle. Her blunt spurs were more decoration of her magnificent boots, while she slapped him occasionally with her riding crop. Instead of making him bleed and abusing him, she used to talk to him a lot. From time to time, she would touch him gently with the spurs. She talked about her Mom, how hard she feels each time she remembers how cruel she could be to that old lady. Josh was listening carefully and respectfully. He even cried at times, remembering how bad he was to his mother and his friends, how cruel he was to a girl from his class, when he wanted to get rid of her. He tried to hide the tears, but Ms Margo would just say: "Honey, let your tears go! Cry! It's human to cry!". After a month of morning rides and daytime trainings, nights spent in the stable, meals eaten from the plates on the ground, kicks and whippings of almost each part of his body and gentle evening rides - Josh's Mom came to take him back. She could hardly recognize her agressive and stubborn son. That was a decent boy, like he was during his father's life. However, he used to visit Ms Margo at least once a week.
He managed to visit her at least once a month when he was a college. Now,
he's a family man, but somewhere deep in his thoughts - he's still a proud
pony of his beautiful rider. |