“You about find out what it like to work oar!” the faceless, hooded, and masked guard announced maliciously. “Sit still on bench while being fastened!”
Under the seat, he positioned the stirrups for my hoofed feet and I carefully but with reluctant fear, lifted them into the cupped foot holders, all the while feeling the pressure of the narrow band between my legs forcing my p***s deeper into its tube, and at the same time forcing the horrid thing in my behind a fraction deeper into my bowel. I did this with deep foreboding and reluctance but he obviously could have cared less. I was just an experimental animal to him, less than human and just like the females he attended to, nothing more. Unable to resist, I sat staring ahead, doing as little as possible to annoy him while he fastened me
