“But why…,” Jessica started, and then paused to collect herself, feeling that she was losing more of herself with every passing moment and desperate to hold tight to what remained of her sanity. “But why a horse?”
“Horses lead lives of servitude, princess,” he answered as he began to wrap the leather straps around her torso, revealing it to be a harness of some kind. “And mankind’s considerable creative energies have developed quite devious and effective ways to control them. It’s quite natural to apply those tried and true principles to other disciplines.”
“I’m just a girl, though,” she whimpered, her lip trembling as he crossed the straps of the harness between her breasts, making an ‘x’ with a silver ring at its center. “You don’t need… you don’t need all this.”
“You’ll forget all of
