“Oh stop struggling. You have no hope of escape I can assure you of that.” With that the pair of officers seemed to calm down slightly although they still glared at her with a mix of shock, hatred and fear.
The woman turned to another attendant and told him to fetch the grey mare and bring her ‘round back.’ Meanwhile the other attendants were instructed to follow her with the pair of helpless officers.
They all assembled in a smaller building away from the main stable. There were a handful of stalls in the building, one of which the grey mare was guided in to. It seemed strange that this mare seemed so subdued considering how frisky it had been a few minutes ago. They also couldn’t help noticing just how wet the fur near her vagina was, even now some liquid bubbled up and dribbled down from her soaked never region.
“Now who do we have here? Georgina and… Mark” she deduced having looked through the officers’ belongings. “And this is umm… do we know what his name was?” An attendant shook his head. “Fine this is… Sophie, and she is going to be your play mate.”
Both officers were increasingly afraid and confused. Was this some kind of sick torture routine, or was this bitch just crazy? And why had she asked for ‘his name’ when discussing the grey mare before them.
These thoughts were interrupted as she said creepily “now, which one of you should be my new pet?”