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.
