Red Feline was hanging, her mind detached from her body, but her senses tuned to her surroundings, even to the point of hearing the man's thoughts. "She is ready", he thought, "she's ready for the horse."

She heard his steps as he walked away, her feeling of loneliness increased, it was similar to what she felt as as child when she was left alone in her room, when her only refuge was to hide under the blankets.

"He's getting the whip". She heard the steps, the sound of wood against wood, the stressed breathing of her tormentor lifting something heavy, her own faint breathing.

She was conscious of everything around her, while at the same time struggling not to feel the pain on her dangling body.

She heard him approaching, she didn't want to see with her physical eyes, but she saw from her safe distance as the Man in Black carried a wooden contraption to her side.

After placing the wooden horse on the floor to the right of Red Feline, he took her legs and lifted her, pulling her to him.

Red Feline felt his hands under her knees and a small relief to her arms as he slowly picked her legs up, sustaining her weight for a brief moment. She felt the rough wood of the contraption as her legs grazed its splintered surface.

For a moment, she felt like she was flying with a void under her, she crossed the invisible bridge to the land of Piroska where the young slave was about to received the last lash. "Twenty!", the soldier cried out and the lash fell with force on Piroska's chest. She didn't react, her body shook, her back hitting the post behind, and then stillness.

Red Feline felt Piroska's pain and sensed her absence from her body, as if she had left it. The soldiers were observing the young slave's body as she hung from her cross. One of the soldiers approached the post and released the woman's ankles from the rope that held her feet behind the post to put them in front, bending her knees a little and then tying the feet together so they would give the woman some support. "So you won't die during your long night", the soldier spoke as if Piroska could hear him.

Red Feline, still hearing the soldier's voice, opened her eyes and saw the wooden horse below her. Her tormentor opened her legs without ceremony to then slowly lower her body on top of the wooden bar that formed the top of the horse, placing her legs on each side of the wooden contraption. Her feet did not reach the floor.

She anticipated the feeling of the wood on her. She thought that she should know since she had played that game before, all by herself, in her garden of torture.

It wasn't a wooden pony that she used but rather a branch of one of the trees that made the tiny forest outside her window.

She loved to mount the branch, while still tied to the ropes, to give herself some relief to her arms. It was also a way of freeing herself of the tightening ropes around her wrists.

The wooden bar holding Red Feline's arms was still attached to the post, so when the torturer released her legs they rested against the horse, her body twisted in the same position she found herself in when she mounted her safety branch.

That feeling made her more convinced that she was imagining all of what was happening to her. It was impossible to deny it, given all the coincidences, all the familiar situations, even her seemingly endless resistance to pain.

But the rough edges of the wood cutting into her leg made her doubt those ruminations.

The Man in Black released the wooden bar from the rope at the post, to then hook it to a chain hanging above Red Feline's head, pulling her up a bit to then let her down so her body was now resting on the horse, the chain to which she was attached was there just to keep her in place.

As her body fell in position on top of the wood, Red Feline felt how her vaginal lips were opening as the wooden beam between her legs pushed itself into her.

Her loins were in a fiery pain, she could not  tolerate her ordeal any more, she heard, over her own moans, the steady steps of her torturer as he walked back to get his whip.

The hard edge of her seat was opening her up more as her body sunk down on the horse. She felt a painful tingling on her clit, while trying to pull her body up, grabbing her shackles to keep herself from splitting even further into the horse.

She heard the whistling sound that was all to familiar to her, as the Man in Black flung the whip back to gather strength and then lunged with it to her body.  

Red Feline could anticipate the exact place where the whip would fall.