Chapter Eleven
The hours of that black night until the dawning of the day were like a dream spent in limbo. I was beyond my body, at the same time sensitive to every touch, every smell, every taste. The sounds and sights all blended together as the men moved on me, fitting the tight leather harness so that I couldn’t move my body without feeling it tug. Straps were threaded through the rings at my cunt, with the effect of yanking it this way and that as the trio continued changing me from a woman in to a human pony. There were features of the costume that Lettie had ignored in the telling of her story—most specifically the horsehair tail attached to a thick anal dildo. Properly installed in my ass, the sassy thing jiggled and swayed as I learned to walk according to their instructions.
