OOC: I’m a bit busy this week, so posting may be delayed.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosine</span><br/><br/>"This one smells...inexperienced..." the horse adds, grinning. "I'm thinking we've got some stuffing to do."<br/><br/>I shuddered… I didn’t know, not really<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>... but I thought he meant… sex. Which I was entirely and utterly inexperienced at, but I’d heard… that is, the maids had whispered… that horsemen had really long… thick…<span style="font-style: italic">knotted</span>... cocks. Which was… somehow the part they<span style="font-style: italic">stuck inside of you</span>.<br/><br/>Then maids - slaves - came. Stretched me out and bound me to a rod, which wasn’t so bad, really, though the shifting weight and rubbing touch made the welts she’d left on my back hurt.<br/><br/>I heard the slash of shears, and hair - my beautiful hair - began to cascade down from around my head. “No!” I shrieked. “No! Don’t do that! It’s<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>hair. Not my hair!” I screamed, struggling, scraping my wounds and not caring a bit. It only added to the screaming. Somehow… somehow I felt if I still had my hair it’d all be okay.<br/><br/>Then it was gone, and I was gazing down at a forlorn halo scattered on the floor.<br/><br/>I knew that nothing would be alright.<br/><br/>As they began to brush and paint me, spreading lemonjuice into my open wounds, I screamed and cried, knowing that I was going to die.