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1Self-Sub Susy
by The Technician
F exh, Bondage Self, M/F, F/F Spanking Enema
CHAPTER EIGHT
“As soon as Queenie is sufficiently recovered,” I heard Ed say, “We will continue with the electric horse.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what an electric horse was, but the two security men came walking over carrying what looked like a small doghouse with no walls. It was just a small roof supported on four pillars. On either side of the doghouse roof were two poles about six feet tall with a thin pole and something that looked like one of those lighted message road signs on a cross piece at the top of the poles. As they set the device down on the grass, I could see that the roof was actually covered with the type of rough, sand-covered roll roofing you would find on a commercial building. At the very peak, the roof there was what appeared to be a strip of copper and a little ways down from the peak, on both sides, were additional strips of copper about four inches wide. After the men set the device down, one of them did something at the back of the roof and it lowered almost all the way down to the ground. Evidently, this was the electric horse.
I heard Ed say, “That’s good,” and one of the men reached into a bag that was hanging on the side of the doghouse and pulled out two large ground stakes, like you would use to tie up your dog in the yard. He screwed one of them into the ground on each side of the doghouse roof and then both men walked over to where Queenie was kneeling in the stocks.
They opened the stocks and lifted Queenie to her feet. She looked a little unsteady as they walked her over to the doghouse roof, but she seemed to know what to do. She stepped forward so that she was straddling the roof with one foot on each side and the peak aimed straight at her cunt. One of the security men again reached into the bag and this time he pulled out a pair of ankle cuffs very similar to the ones that were a part of my trail bracelets. He put one on each of Queenie’s ankles and then attached them to the ground stakes. He reached back into his bag and pulled out two wrist cuffs and used them to attach Queenie’s wrists to chains which hung from the top of the poles. He pulled Queenie’s arms up rather tight before connecting them so that she stood almost on tiptoe as she was stretched in a giant X between the poles. He then turned and spoke, “She’s ready, Eddie.”
Ed grimaced and slightly shook his head. I don’t know if he disliked being called Eddie or just thought that the security man’s idea of comedy fell a little short. In any case, Ed came over to the electric horse and did something behind it. I could hear the soft sound of a motor of some sort and the roof began to rise. It slowly slid upward between Queenie’s legs until it was pressed securely against her cunt and her feet were raised an inch or two off the ground. She grunted as it lifted her off the ground. It did look very much like she was riding a horse - a very painful horse.
Ed stood and looked out into the crowd. I was surprised to see W walk over to the horse carrying what looked like a road sign on a post and some sort of bit or bridle. He spoke softly to Queenie but I could hear what he had to say, “Queenie, you could have damaged my reputation and my business very severely today, and so I asked the council if you could be my test subject for a brand new addition to my electric horse.”
He walked a few steps out in front of Queenie and pushed the signpost into the ground. There were some wires trailing from the sign that W carried back over to the back of the horse and connected to something. “I haven’t made this part of it wireless yet,” he explained to the crowd, and then he put the strange looking bit or gag or whatever on Queenie.
“Queenie, this penis gag is a little different than any you have ever seen. The piece in your mouth is a rubber penis just like any other penis gag, but inside that penis pointing out is a small laser. As long as you keep the laser focused on that target over there, this here electric horse will stay calm and quiet. But if you let the laser move off the target, it will feel like a bucking bronco. When it starts its shock routine, it will keep shocking until you get that laser back on target.”
Queenie mumbled something through the gag, and W continued, “Above your heard there is a counter. Each time that the horse goes off, it will count up one so the people can see how you are doing. There will also be a little ding so that people can hear that the horse has bucked. Hopefully you won’t keep us awake all night with the noise.”
W looked out at the crowd and then back to Queenie who glared at him above the leather gag. “Just to make things a little bit more interesting...” W reached into his pocket and pulled out two small objects that looked like large earrings or lockets. They seemed to have small clamps of some sort on them because W attached one onto each of Queenie’s nipples. “These are motion sensors. Whenever they are swinging, they will send a signal to the horse and the horse will start shocking. So, you have to keep the laser on the target and you have to keep almost perfectly still. Now, that might be a problem if you are getting your pussy fried, but if you don’t keep still, the shocks will continue for ten cycles before they shut down. You will have about ten seconds after that to get yourself under control and the laser back on target or it will start all over again.”
W started to walk away when Ed called out to him, “W, didn’t you forget something?”
“Oh, yes,” W replied. “I say to you people often enough, I ought to do it myself. Always test your devices before you leave them on automatic.” With that he reached up and put his hand in the laser beam so that it was interrupted. The counter dinged and changed to read “1" and Queenie jumped up as much as she could the way she was tied to the horse. She made a yelping sound that sounded really odd. Evidently the penis gag really kept you from making much noise.
W dropped his hand, but Queenie’s jumping motion had caused the nipple devices to start swinging and the counter dinged again, and then again and again and again and once more before Queenie finally held still. The counter read 6. “Hmm, it could be a long night Queenie,” commented W as he walked away into the crowd.
Ed stood in front of me and with a loud voice announced, “And now we have some unfinished business with SSSuzy.”
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
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