Equsine was a machine. Think about the Signore Weaver character of Ripley in the movie Aliens when she straps herself in the robot exoskeleton, giving her great strength and power. Kinda like that but way more human-like.
I was placed on a slave toilet to expel the accumulated juices, and then put on my knees to use my still raw tongue to clear the rim and seat of the toilet of anything that had sprayed too far.
Then I was tied in standing position with chains from the ceiling and floor as the staff slaves used pails of warm water to wash my body.
Whoever had designed the machine was clearly a master engineer. The creature...for it was impossible to see it as anything other than a moving, living entity...the creature was gleaming silver and vaguely horse shaped. The person "operating" it would lay flat in the belly area on padding designed to make it comfortable. The "rider's" arms stretched forward into the front legs of the beast. His (or her?) legs stretched backward toward the rear legs. The head rested on a well-padded chin inside the great head of the beast.
But Equsine was not mere sculpture. It was a computer mechanized moving robot with motions as fluid as a human`s. Almost invisible joints allowed all of the parts to move. At the end of each front "leg" were a series of joints, twenty in all, that were fingerlike but even more serpentine. They squirmed!
Equsine was about twelve feet high and four feet wide. In the big room, it was positioned over a black leather sling supported by chains that stretched way in the distance to ceiling hooks. It was clear that I would be occupying that lower position.
"So do you like my new toy, bitch?" Master asked me, knowing I would not answer. Like it or not, I was about to experience it.
"Here's the slut who I've trained in it," he said as he gestured toward a side door. A boy...truly a boy, just barely eighteen, slim and effeminate looking, not at all as masculine as the rest of us, walked into the room, knelt at Master feet and started licking. The creature's white-blonde hair was shoulder length, and it flowed onto the floor around Master's boots. A big bright pink plug in his ass was clearly visible. Master had obviously had work done on the tits, for the looked like those of a teen girl, and the protruding nipples were pierced with heavy silver rings.
"Fine, fine, sissy, now let's not waste any time...I'm anxious for Wah to learn how this all works...go get in position!" Master ordered the boy.
The boy-girl walked casually over to the beast and used a stepping stool to climb into the machine, sliding into the padded belly position. Immediately a soft hum of servo-motors could be heard.
I watched as the machine closed itself more tightly around the bitch's thin body. Then an equally shiny cover closed underneath his body and it too shrunk, encasing him in the monster Only his eyes and the sides of his somewhat bony chest could be seen. It was hard for me to fear such a girly boy!
Abruptly, the machine stood back on it's rear "legs', and from it's lower center a spectacular looking silver cock emerged! It was obviously made of some kind of a metal/plastic combination, for it appeared both hard and flexible at the same time. It was slick looking and grew as I watched it. It was dripping a cum looking liquid, and I was quickly leaking from behind my cock cage too.
Inch by inch, the creature's cock projected itself out obscenely. I wondered if the girly-boy's cock was somehow inside it? Had his cage been removed to allow him to truly become one with the machine?
I had no more time to think about what was happening, which was a good thing. I was taken to the leather and strapped securely into the sling. My legs and arms were spread a far out as possible, my legs up high enough to make my hole most vulnerable. It was a very familiar position for me, but looking up at the Beast before me, I shivered.
It was amazing how quiet Equsine was for a machine!
He reached out as far as possible with one of the long snake like fingers and brushed along the side of my face.
Equsine's surface was made of metal, of a sort I had never seen before, bit it felt like, well, like skin of some kind. Cool but not cold, smooth yet textured, oiled yet not overly so...
He was moving in my direction before I even realized it, his big cock pointing toward me, as if mocking my comments about the boy-girl inside. I could see the boy's eyes through the slits in the horsey looking head, and they looked much more threatening to me now. I would never again think of the rider as anything other than a terror. Months later, when I ran into him in a hallway, I wet myself in fear, even though he was back to his feminine girly-boy self, wearing nothing but a pink dog collar and matching high-heels.
To Be Continued With Master Daddy's permission. Comment? Bamaboi2serve@charter.net