Ultimate shoulder rides

parts of a long story as only shoulder riding is allowed to post.

4. Riding in the countryside

Spring arrived soon, and the girls started spending much time outdoors. Equestrian activities of course became a daily game for Danielle and her friends. The girls still used fast and comfortable rickshaws every day, but started riding their slaves' shoulders too.

Steven knew that day was going to be hard: while pulling girls home after school, he had heard them agreeing about spending the entire afternoon in the countryside. After lunch, Danielle stood up from his back and sent him to get ready for the ride.
He put the saddle on his own shoulders and regulated the stirrups lenght. Then he went back to Danielle, bringing bridle and crop, and got on his knees. His Goddess was beautiful in her favourite cowgirl boots. She began from the bridle, putting the bit in his mouth and the reins behind his head, then locked the slave's arms behind his back with a leather handcuff (of course she didn't even consider the idea of an escape, but this helped keeping clear the slave's abdomen for her legs and feet). Finally, she took the crop in her right hand and mounted on him. As soon as her boots were in the stirrups, she firmly kicked Steven. The spurs hit his abdomen and he suddenly got up.
Half an hour later, when they reached the meeting point with Danielle's friends, Steven's body was already visibly injured by her spurs and crop. Danielle loved so much the feeling of his muscles under her... the consciousness of her total power over him... the effect of spurring and whipping him with no mercy! She knew Steven's devotion and wanted a greater performance every time.

The other girls arrived soon, including Monica on her sister's slave. What a beautiful afternoon! Bright blue sky, fresh breeze in the hair... The girls rode their slaves for hours, going across tracks and open fields and having a lot of fun.

Steven loaded Danielle and Monica's luggage while the girls said goodbye to their friends, with long hugs and commitments to keep in touch. Lindsay rode her slave on the shoulders for the first mile beside their rickshaw, keeping Monica's hand and saying they absolutely had to meet again soon. Then Danielle whipped Steven, who took a faster pace: they had hours of road ahead......
Monica kept her word. For the following hour, she literally whipped Steven's back every few seconds. Had she been a stronger woman, Steven would have risked his life for real! Then they took a brief stop at the service station, where Monica realized how tired her arms had got...

So she ordered Steven to fasten the shoulder riding saddle, while she wore a couple of riding boots with sharp spurs.

Steven had to continue the trip with Monica sitting on his shoulders. This way she could spur him more comfortably, avoiding to tire her arms with the long whip. Her feet were comfortable in the stirrups, and a subtle movement was sufficient to hurt Steven's abdomen with the razor-sharp spurs. Monica was genuinely doing this for her best friend... but she also found it so exciting! She had never felt so powerful. Steven's amazing body was under her ass, reacting to her feet orders, while she sat comfortable and just thought at how to make him suffer and pull the rickshaw as fast as possible.

11. Lost in the desert
The ancillas looked out of the palanquin curtains to check the situation: now they were quite far from the battlefield, but the men's army was surely going to win, because more than double in number: that attack had been a really unexpected tragedy... Their only hope was to escape fast enough to disappear before the end of the battle. So the ancillas took a couple of whips and started striking the carriers right from the palanquin, including the female soldier. The palanquin had left the track and was penetrating the desert, but was now followed by a couple of enemies who were still launching arrows. They succeeded in killing one more carrier. Now the female soldier was alone in sustaining the palanquin back side, so she collapsed after a few seconds.

The sand made the fall less hard. The Queen, bruised and disappointed, remained inside the palanquin to stay protected, while the ancillas got off and ordered the soldier and the slaves to eliminate those enemies. Steven and the other young man, who was the Queen's slave called to replace the fallen local carrier, charged unarmed against one of them and beated him down. Meanwhile, the soldier killed the other one with a knife extracted from her boot.

When Steven and Aaron (the Queen's slave) dragged the prisoner to the palanquin, Elizabeth ordered the soldier to cut his throat.

"No!" a peremptory voice said. The Queen got off and claimed: "We are four women with two slaves only. We'll kill this bastard only after using every drop of his energy for our convenience."

Proceeding with a palanquin carried by two slaves, one female soldier and one prisoner would have been slow, dangerous and uncomfortable. Therefore, Elizabeth and Amanda took the riding stuff from the luggage in the palanquin. Steven, Aaron and the prisoner's shoulders were saddled, while Zenobia and the ancillas wore their riding boots and covered their heads with large hats.

The small posse hastily left, with no precise direction: just away from the battlefield, somewhere in the desert. The Queen rode her slave Aaron, while Elizabeth mounted on Steven's shoulders. They were comfortable on their saddles, had their feet in the stirrups and received prompt responses when using bridles, spurs and crop: those were first quality trained slaves. Amanda had a less comfortable ride. She was the lighter woman, so the Queen assigned to her the worst mount: the prisoner initially tried to rebel, but Amanda was a practiced rider and soon dominated him, thanks to large use of spurs and very hard whipping. Anyway, he was a weak and featureless horse and this forced the entire group to a slower pace. Lydia, the survived soldier, of course had no horse at this point so followed the group on foot, carrying a large bag with a supply of food and water. She was athletic and trained, so she had no problems in doing that.

Four hours later, they reached an oasis and decided to stay for the night. The ancillas were quite scared, while the Queen appeared calm because she firmly counted on the Goddesses' protection.

Some hours later, the slaves were urged to wake up by Amanda's whip. Zenobia resolutely took Steven's hair and pushed his head between her own thighs. While he drank her, she said: "I slept very well after using this slave. He's as strong as Aaron and much cuter. Today I'm going to ride him."

It was an endless day.

Zenobia was heavier than Elizabeth and made a gratuitous use of spurs and whip, even when Steven was perfectly meeting her expectations. She just loved feeling his suffering.

The prisoner died under the midday sun, killed by Amanda's attempt to keep the others' pace with continuous use of her spurs.

The young ancilla was a soft cute girl, without any kind of athletic training: so now she had no chance to survive by walking on the sand dunes. On the other hand, she was one of the Queen's favourite lovers and weighed 100 lbs only. So Zenobia made an unprecedented decision: she ordered Lydia to let Amanda ride her. The young strong soldier was astonished: ancillas were technically the only female slaves on Earth, while she was a proud knight. But the Queen's power was unlimited. Even if conscious that her few surviving chances were now reset to zero, Lydia got down on her knees, removed her armour and let Amanda put the saddle on her shoulders and the bite into her mouth. The young ancilla mounted on her with a sadistic smile, put her feet in the stirrups and hit Lydia's abdomen to make her stand up. Amanda felt so mighty after the Queen's decision and treated Lydia even worse than a male slave, with intense use of her cruel spurs. She had always dreamed of using a female slave: male slaves were just pack animals, meant to be used until exhaustion, while a female human horse was so sexy and exciting!

They proceeded travelling at night and following this schedule:

- 55 minutes with Zenobia riding on Steven's shoulders and Elizabeth on Lydia's
- 5 minutes break
- 55 minutes with both Zenobia and Elizabeth riding on Steven's back, while Lydia followed them on foot
- 5 minutes break

And so on.

They continued this way for three entire nights, before getting rescued by a Royal Army squadron.

That afternoon, Steven was at a quite slow pace. He heard Elise chatting with an attractive woman, who was riding a rickshaw beside them, but couldn't understand everything because her thighs often covered his ears. Anyway, she was a woman from the town where Elise had grown up, so the girl was listening to some local news. Given the sunny spring day, the young ancilla weared just shorts and t-shirt. The skin of her beautiful soft legs nicely clashed with the muscular tanned body she was mounting. The mobile phone suddenly rang. "Hi, Elizabeth... my Goddess, how are you doing?... ehm... yes, of course... I'm not so far... I think tomorrow... ah, ok... you want us to arrive by the evening... ok, of course... everything you want... I'm sure Steven will endure, I just wanted him to recover from the first tough days... no no, ok... as you wish... see you later."

"Holy shit!" Elise quickly said goodbye to her friend, then she took her bare feet off the stirrups and moved her ass from the saddle onto Steven's right shoulder, in order to pick her boots out of the large bag fastened on Steven's back, just under the saddle. While in that uneasy balance, she wore the boots and tightened the spur straps. Then she sat back on the saddle, put the boots into the stirrups and whispered: "I had different plans for tonight, baby... but now I'm really going to need every drop of your energy along this way. Giddy up!" She repeatedly hit Steven's abdomen with her razor-sharp spurs. The cowgirl-hat she wore fell hanging at her neck, her long blonde hair fluttered in the wind, while Steven summoned up all his strength to carry his beautiful rider at a full gallop pace.

They reached Elizabeth's palace at 11:30 in the evening, after an exhausting no-stop ride. Elise, even if tired and cold, dismounted very quickly and put Steven into the hands of the grooms. "Take care of him, hurry up! He's bleeding because of my spurs and as consequence of a fall happened 30 minutes ago. I shouldn't have pushed him to gallop even along that downhill... He's injured both on knees and hands, because he's fallen on stretched arms in order to protect me". Of course, Elise didn't have a scratch on her beautiful body. "If I bring him to Elizabeth in these conditions, she will kill me! Make him presentable very quickly, while I go to have a quick shower!"


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