Then my life as breeding mare started. It was horrible. I had to mating with this strong horses in Saddam's farm. They all had massive tools and unbelievable stamina. They always wanted to fuck my horse vagina. Most horrible thing was, I began to take it usual.. even sometimes enjoying my life. I began to love that feeling when fine muscular horse is ramming into my hole. I liked odor of sweat and semen from male horses. When I gave birth to my strong, beautiful horse childeren, I was really proud of myself. Days began to pass without me thinking my past as human life. I began being used to live as Saddam's arabian mare, and think that I had always been mare...
One day people came to me and asked me, "Do you remember who you were?" At first I felt confused... What are they talking about? I am a mare. I am a horse. I love fucking my husband horses. And when they ramming their great horse penis inside my womb, I feel extreme happiness in my horse life... And... and..
I realized. Oh god! I was human! And... they made me into this! This never ending horse-fucking life!
I was angry. I was sad. But with this horse brain of myself, I couldn't think what to do. What should I do to escape this life? And I wanted fuck... It was another fuck time with my horse husbands... I want muscle and sweat of horses.. I want to give another birth to my proud horse child... Oh! What am I thinking now? It is... It is....
These people saw changes in my face, and seemed to know what I was going through.
"So, Mister Benfi. We think you almost lost your human self now. Finally, we offer good opotunity to be human again."
Human? Human again? Please. I don't want to lose myself. I don't want to foget my past..
"Here is one. We will be in your human form again, you join to our army. Our Iraq army. Then you go back to America, and spy for us..."
They paused.
"And there's another one. Since you declined this offer once, we have another and last option for you. It's simple. You become human slave. Slave person, being a profit for us..."
I didn't exactly understood what they said. But I think I once heard about that 'spy' thing... And I clearly didn't want that. So there's one choice. When they said "Slave person..." I nodded to them. I wanted. Whatever, Slave or something.
"Good."
Then they called another Iragy man. This man put a needle in my body, and I felt dizzy... I will be human again.. But then, I didn't now what life was waiting for me...