The decision to become the horse’s b**** was my own. My only concern was its massive phallus rupturing my colon. I combatted this by drilling a hole through a large block of foam and placing it around the base of the horse’s c***. This allowed him to only enter me so far. Most people think horses are loyal, lovely animals. But the truth is they are devious, diabolical and even evil beasts. The horse soon began cornering me in the corral and having its way with me whenever he wanted. Without the foam I am at risk of death, but he continues on. I practically live in the stable, controlled by the stallion.