"Somehow, I didn't expect you to speak," I said, stupidly. "How did you come to have a job like this?"

"I used to be a television personality. I was known as Bianca. The fascists kidnapped me and told me that a communist, who was always concerned for the working class, was a hypocrite if she earned a huge salary for talking. I should experience work myself. Red is Fredricka, and Green is Paola. They say we will never leave this island. Since our faces are covered, very few know who we are, and they won't tell."

It dawned on me that, if one controlled the Ministry of Justice and all the police, such a thing was possible. "They just put you into harness?"

"No, we were broken, first." I nodded to her to go on. "I woke up naked, with my head and body hair all shaved, suspended by my wrists from that gallows-like frame you must have noticed in the plaza, by the harbor. My head was covered, as it is now, but with my eyes covered, too, so I could not see, but I could hear people, men, all around me, talking, calling me a communist slut and things like that. I was so embarrassed, naked in public like that. But it got worse. They forced me to drink castor oil, and as I hung there in the sun, with my ankles tied together, I could not help shitting, soiling myself while the men laughed.

"After that, they took me down and spread-eagled me on a gridiron, criss-crossed iron bars, and they put me into some sort of tank, in the harbor, with just my head above water. It was awful. I could feel eels slithering across my body. Starfish crawled over my skin with their little sucker feet, and crabs. A squid wrapped its tentacles around my breast and tried to eat my nipple off, but somehow it couldn't. You know how octopuses hide in cracks in the sea floor? An octopus took up residence in my vagina! I could feel it going in and out as it ambushed it's prey and then retreated to it's hiding place to eat. They left me there all night. In the morning, I was desperately thirsty, and my skin was all wrinkled from immersion in the sea water. They laughed and hosed me off and said I could have a drink, up the ass. The put the hose against my anus and forced water into me until I thought I would burst, and I could hear men joking about how much I could take. Then, of course, I expelled the water in a great gush, and the men laughed and laughed and made my torturers do it over and over."

"Then they took me to a sort of barrel or pipe on short legs. They bent me over and pushed my upper body into the barrel, pulling my breasts through holes in the wall of the pipe. They put rope nooses over my breasts so I couldn't move. My hips and bottom, of course, were obscenely displayed, and they forced my legs apart and tied them, so any spectator could see my most private orifices. Then they brought out a big dog and sprayed my bottom with bitch scent. I couldn't see the dog, but he must have been huge, for he got up, his forelegs grasping the barrel, and pushed his huge cock into my vagina. At first, it was only uncomfortable, and very humiliating, to be raped with a dog's penis the size of baguette, but when it swelled up, so big he couldn't pull it out, I was in real pain. It seemed forever, that he ravished me and squirted liters of semen into me, while the men joked and laughed. He could not, you see, remove his penis until the swelling went down. I didn't think anything could be worse than that, but they brought out another dog, and they pressed his long, pointed penis against my anus. I was, by this time, sobbing hopelessly and crying that they were tearing my anus, but of course that didn't stop them."

"When the second dog was finally able to pull out, I was convinced they would stop torturing me, but they had other ideas. They brought out a small horse and induced him to mount the barrel as he would a mare. His member must have been the size of my forearm, and it would surely have torn my uterus loose, if he put it in my vagina. However, they steered it into my ass, and he must have pushed 50 centimeters into my bowels. I was bleeding and almost insane with pain when he finally withdrew; my anus was torn and gaping open. They packed it with medicated gauze and led me to the stables."

"The three of us live in the stables, sleeping in the straw of our stalls. By day we pull this cart. By night, we are fucked by many men; we never see their faces. They say that if a pony complains, they'll give us to the stallion again. I will do anything to avoid that. My anus, now, is about 4 cm. in diameter, with nothing plugging it, and the tail I'm wearing, day and night, is attached to a plug about 8 cm. in diameter, at the opening, bigger inside. Normal defecation is impossible, but they hose us out every day, before they put the tail back in for the day."

There were so many questions I wanted to ask, like about the metal breast covers and if they ever released her hands and did she have a chance to bathe, but I saw Benito coming, and I had to put the bit back in her mouth before he saw what I had done.

The downhill ponycart ride was uneventful, if you think that watching Blue leaning back against the crossbar and seeing their breasts swaying, and imagining what their clitorises must be like after all that rubbing with a rough leather strap is not an event. When we got back to Rome, I made an excuse to visit my mother. I dare not tell my story, that I know where the three leftist news readers really are. I don't think I want to go back to my husband, Benito, but the CCP-run Justice Ministry has made it almost impossible for a wife to leave her husband, and I know that, if I tried to escape and failed, Benito would not hesitate to send me for "re-education" on the island. The thought of that rough fabric rubbing my nipples while I wash thousands of dishes is enough to make me submissive, as a good Christian wife should be.

- The End -