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Both horses exchange an evil grin. Kristina lowers you down to the ground again and puts a hand on your shoulder. With confidence she leans on it, pressing you down on your knees. Her strength was intimidating as she slowly pushed you on to the ground. You were lying flat on your belly by the time the horse stopped pushing. She walked over you, heavy footfalls stomping down either side of you. She made it very clear those feet could be put on your back if you decide to act up. Paralyzed with fear you do the one thing you know she approves of: you stay still. Kristina responds by lowering herself over you, sitting on her knees to spare your back her heavy weight. But as time passed she slipped her legs out to the side. The result was her large butt inexorably lowering down on your back. Much like the hand before it simply commanded your body to get down. But you quickly ran out of any more space. Just as she was going to rest her weight on you the large horse pauses.
"I can do better... Becca, help me out, will ya?"
"Sure thing, captain!"
You looked up in horror as the smaller horse of the pair took on a similar position just in front of her superior. The captain held onto her with a loving embrace as the two readied themselves to squash you flat. This was going to be it, wasn't it? Squashed to death beneath two huge alien horse women. That's one hell of a way to go. You were snapped out of your melancholy by a sharp pain in your ass. You looked up to see Kristina discard a syringe. She looked you dead in the eye and spoke.
"I only want you humiliated, not dead. This is just a bit of personal stress relief. You're coming with us after this. And by all means, try running. We'd love to get another ride of shame after this is over."
With you all juiced up the horse ladies continued their evil plan. Two sets of buttcheeks descend upon your back, slowly moulding themselves to your form. Before long the overwhelming weight began to make itself known. It hurt like you would not believe. A persistent, dull aching, slowly moving back and forth along your back. Things couldn't get much worse until the horses decide to ride you a little harder. They lift their considerable heft off your back only to slam it back down with force. Each blow knocked the wind out of you, leaving you groaning and gasping for air. After half an hour of this utter torment the pair finally lift their butts off your back for more then a few seconds. Regular breath felt like a revelation. A good number of your ribs had cracked but Kristina's concoction made you almost completely numb to it. Only intense pain could shoot through the suppression.
Becca had already gotten back on her feet. But Kristina was a touch more spiteful then that. She stood almost to full height before pretending to slip and bringing her weight down upon your feeble little spine. A loud crack signaled another broken rib or two. Has she had enough?
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