THE INTERROGATION part 1
by Sasha >
Mistress Melissa was returning from a short, leisurely ride when she noticed the naked
slave staked out in the room at the end of the barn. She walked Suzy, her statuesque
Clydesdale mare up to where the male was spread-eagled on the boards, and looked down
curiously.
"What's going on here?", she wondered out loud.
The slave trembled,
dwarfed by the 19 HH black mare who looked down at him with a sadistic glint in her eye.
He knew all too well what the horses at this training school were capable of...
"P..please, ma'am", he stuttered, "I was left here as part of a training
exercise, b..but it was called off. They... forgot to untie me."
Melissa smiled, and
vaulted down from the huge horse, landing with a heavy thud beside his face. "From
the tape recorder on the table there, I'd say this was meant to be an
interrogation!", she observed. She unfastened the girth strap and pulled the saddle
down from Suzy's broad back. "Suzy here can complete the 'exercise'", she
smiled, reaching up and stroking her mount's neck affectionately. "She's getting
better at interrogations all the time, but some more practice is always a good
thing." She strolled out the door of the small room, waving to the massive horse as
she left.
"No, wait!" the slave cried, then looked up, terrified at the gorgeous
animal who towered over him. Her coat was meticulously groomed, short and shining with
blue highlights that glinted over her jet-black coat. Her deeply muscled chest loomed
above him, her massive feathered feet were planted either side of his waist. Her long,
light mane flowed elegantly down her powerful neck. She closed the door behind her with
her massive, curvaceous rump.
"Well this is an unexpected pleasure!", she
smiled, and her voice felt like warm honey, caressing his mind. The slave looked at her,
wide-eyed. Her voice was sensuous and terrifying. "One thing", she said, bending
way down to place her silky muzzle beside his terrified face. "It's Suzanne to you!
Any of this 'Suzy' stuff and I'll drag you out to the exercise yard and pulp you.
Understand?"
The male nodded urgently, speechless with fright.
Suzy walked forward,
her great hooves clonking frighteningly on the bare boards. She lifted one front hoof and
gently brought it down over the slave's face. He screamed and pleaded as it began to block
out his vision, imagining the colossal weight behind it.
"Nearly 3,000 pounds",
the horse told him, mischievously. The hoof was entirely covering his face now. "Stop
moving", Suzy ordered, and the steel rim of her great shoe gently touched the bridge
of his nose. "That 3,000 pounds is all concentrated into that little piece of
steel", she laughed. "That's what I'm going to use on you, baby. That's what's
touching you right now - do you feel it?" The male stammered that he could.
"That's good", his tormentor smiled, "Because I'm being so delicate and
careful I can't even feel you under me. Now, darling, just the slightest pressure... just
the eensiest little bit of weight relaxed on that leg..." The male screeched as his
nose broke and the steel shoe spread it slowly across his face, "...and you're in
pain, aren't you?" The male just whimpered and begged her to stop. She lifted her
huge hoof away.
The big horse lifted her other front hoof and placed it over his right
hand.
"Now imagine this is your face", she teased, and suddenly lent her full
weight on him. His hand crunched into splinters, the man shrieked in agony. Suzy lifted
her other hoof off the ground and poised all her massive weight on his crushed hand.
"Now, that wasn't really pain before, was it?", she asked sweetly. The slave
gibbered for her to stop. "Or if it was", Suzy continued, turning her lovely
head and looking down at him cruelly, "what do you call this?", and she ground
the smashed hand to pulp under her enormous weight, then repeatedly stomped on it as the
slave howled an agonized howl which could be heard all over the farm.
When the horse had
finished pounding his hand it was just an unrecognizable, flattened pulp of flesh and bone
fragments. The pain annihilated reason and he shrieked and shrieked. Suzy looked at the
tape recorder, saw that it had been activated by his voice, and turned her attention back
to him. "Well loverboy, you have some information I need." She walked over him
casually. He shuddered as the mare's huge body passed over him. Her hooves thudded
ominously on the bare boards as she walked around him. "And if you don't tell me,
pretty soon I'm going to make the rest of you look just like your poor hand."
The
male stopped screaming as what she'd said sank in. "But.. but I'm just a slave! I
don't know..."
The horse advanced on him suddenly, placing her hoof over his arm at
the elbow.
"One, I didn't ask you to talk" she slowly applied weight, and the
elbow crunched satisfyingly. "Two", she continued, relishing the male's helpless
pleading and whimpering, "I asked you to call me Suzanne. In fact, make it 'Mistress
Suzanne'", and she leaned all her weight on the slave's fragile elbow. It shattered
as he steel-shod hoof pulped it into the hard floor.
The male cried, tossing his head in
unspeakable pain.
"Don't you speak now", the big horse warned him, and her voice
was girlish and teasing.
But he did speak. A desperate idea had come to him. He knew what
happened to some of the slaves when these big mares took them back to their stalls...
"Mistress Suzanne", the male said, trying to keep the waves of pain from
breaking his voice, "per... perhaps I could... p...please you?"
"Please
me?", the draft mare said, turning her back on him, and walking slowly backwards over
his helpless form, until her huge rump was positioned 6 feet over his groin. She looked
back and down at him over her shoulder, and smiled. "You'd like to be between my
great, big, sexy cheeks, pleasuring me with your tongue, would you?"
The slave nodded
desperately.
"You'd like to stand there as I back you into a wall, as my beautiful,
big rump overwhelms your face and presses into you?", she whispered. She'd begun to
sway her luscious bottom back and forth gently. The slave felt a wave of shock as he
realized that torturing him was arousing her. She smiled back at him. "I'm sure you
think that would be heavenly compared to what I'm going to do to you", she cooed.
"And yes, I'd love to let my big, heavy cheeks embrace your face, and deal with you
that way." The mare closed her eyes and tossed her lovely head passionately.
"Mmmmm, just like the prisoner I had in my stall one night last week. I trapped him
and pushed back into him. He licked me; it was lovely, but I squashed him anyway. I pushed
back hard with by bottom until his nose broke, his jaw broke, and his features all
squooshed under my butt!" She took two more steps backwards, and now her great rump
loomed over his chest. "The feeling of his face between my cheeks was wonderful! I
didn't stop - I gave it to him good!" Suzy's tail jerked up, as happy memories
flooded back. "I backed into him hard! Over and over! Used my weight on him till I'd
smashed his face to putty. Then I dragged him over to the big, heavy slab in the corner of
my stall, laid him down on it, turned around and sat on him!" The slave listened in
horror. "I sat on him too early and crushed his legs and pelvis, but he stayed still
then while I pulled him forward and sat by rump down on his face." The beautiful big
draft mare opened her eyes and smiled down over her shoulder at him. "Try to imagine
my great big rump descending over your face, slave", she teased. "A few moments
of warm, soft, pressure, and then over a ton of hot mare squishing you, crunching you into
paste!" She took another step back. "I'd love you to pleasure me like that
darling", she whispered from far up above him, "but they're expecting to find
you in here on your back, trampled to a pulp, and that's what I'm going to do to
you."
"No!", the slave screamed, his reserve snapping.
"Now who are
the leaders of the Mayday organisation - names and addresses?" Suzy asked him, as she
ran the leading edge of her huge back hoof exploratively over his trembling and naked
stomach and chest.
"God, I don't know! I don't know! I'm only a slave!", the
male sobbed.
Suzy's massive hoof strayed down his stomach, poised on his groin, the hard
steel rubbing against his penis teasingly, then she took a step forward and her hoof slid
down his leg to come to rest over his knee.
"You're going to have to do a little
better than that", she whispered, and gently applied pressure.
Instantly it was
uncomfortable, and even though he knew the big horse was using only a fraction of her
weight, within a second the delicate structure of his kneecap was sending messages of pain
to his brain, as Suzy's weight bore down on it.
"No!", was all he could think
of.
"Just think baby," Suzy said, as she rested more weight on her hind hoof,
"this is only one knee. I'm going to crush you from head to toe, gradually."
The
towering draft horse trod on his knee. He watched her huge bum roll to the right as she
shifted her weight to her right hoof, then she was on him, and his knee crunched into
oblivion. All he could do was scream and scream as Suzy rested all her colossal weight on
the shattered joint.
"And now the other one", she said sweetly, bringing her
left rear hoof up and dangling it over his other knee. "Some answers might stop me,
of course", she added casually. Seeing that the male was intent on screaming and
pleading rather than obeying her demand, Suzy crushed his left knee. Standing on his
ruined knees with her back hooves she did a little trot, her big rump pumping and rolling
gracefully as she pulped the screaming slave's knees. His agonized cries turned her on so
much she got a little carried away and carried the trot forward, shattering his shins down
to the ankles. The delirious slave heard her amused laughter in his mind as she
methodically pulped his lower legs.
Finally the sadistic mare turned to regard the ruin of
her victim's legs. Walking forward she put her muzzle down by his ear and whispered,
"Would you like an aspirin for that?"