THE INTERROGATION          part 2

         The male's mind was in a turmoil of shock and pain. She'd just reduced his lower legs to mincemeat. He didn't know if he'd die from those injuries; he almost wished he could die now, the pain was so awful. He looked at the sadistic amusement in the big mare's eyes, and knew that this was only the beginning, and his heart sank to the bottom of his soul. He had to stop her. Remembering to address her formally as she'd demanded, he tried to stave off the waves of agony coursing through him, and appealed once more, desperately, for her to understand.
         "P..please! I'm only a s..slave!" He paused, gritting his teeth against the pain. "I've been h..here on the f...farm for years. This is only an..."
         "Only an exercise", the big mare finished for him. "Yes, so what do you think I should do? _Pretend_ to trample you?", she asked sarcastically. "Do you?" She walked up and stomped her front hoof down beside his head. The floor shook with the thunderous blow. "I'm not going to pretend anything, boy. I'm here to trample the truth out of you, and if you don't come up with some answers right now, I'm going to give you something to distract you from that little discomfort you're having with your legs."
         "Now", Suzy resumed, somewhat disinterestedly, "names and addresses of the Mayday people." The big horse looked down disdainfully at him as his mouth worked, but no words emerged. "Oh yes, you don't know a thing. You're only a slave. Well, if you're only a slave, what are you doing tied down here for interrogation?", she demanded, towering over him. The hapless male trembled in the huge, black mare's shadow. "For all I know you have lots and lots of conditioning to break through. You've probably been trained to resist lots of pain." "No!", the slave promised her desperately.
         The draft horse ignored him. "Now I'm going to walk back and forth across your stomach", she informed him, as if it were just some trivial piece of news she was relating. "I'm going to do it several times, until I'm certain I've done some pretty serious damage. Then we'll talk about your amnesia again."
         The male screeched and writhed against his restraints as Suzy walked back a few paces and then casually advanced towards his midriff at a walk, the floorboards thumping under her gigantic weight. She smiled at him as her huge front hoof came down on his bare stomach.
         "Aaaaggghh!!!", the slave screamed as the big mare walked across him, her steel-shod hoof driving deep into his stomach, crushing muscle apart, compressing him agonizingly. He felt her hoof pressure against his backbone, then her rear hoof came down on the same spot, squashing it again, sending a wave of sickening agony through him. He looked down at the enormous purple bruise that was already rising on his battered stomach, as the massive horse turned and walked back across him. "Have some more, precious!", she laughed, as her weight crushed down on him again. He groaned and vomited. Her back hoof pulped him further. She turned for a third assault. "I think I'm doing some pretty major harm here, loverboy", Suzy cooed, and trod on his gut again, squishing the flesh to mush. Her back hoof followed again, and this time she paused, standing on his crushed stomach. "That's going to need more than an aspirin, hon", she smiled, looking at the blood welling up from around her huge hoof. "I think that's going to need a miracle!"
         Finally she stepped off him, and walked up to his face.
         He was delirious with shock and pain. She kicked him rudely in the ribs with a front hoof. "Hey! Names and addresses, shithead! You have five seconds."
         Somehow an idea came to the devastated male. His last card.
         "John Brown..." he coughed in an agonized spasm, "he's th..the leader. Tw... apartment one.. 42 D...Davis A...avenue." He collapsed back, eyes closed from the effort of uttering the sentence, hoping desperately it would work. Suzy examined him carefully. "John Brown, 42 Davis Avenue", she repeated. The male tried to listen for anything in her voice that might give away what she was thinking.
         "Alright", the statuesque horse told him, pausing to rub her big, beautiful rump against the wall behind her. "Standard procedure now is I hurt you some more, and then we check the details again to see if you've remembered them the same way after I've 'distracted' you." Her eyes sparkled with unabashed excitement.
         The poor male couldn't believe his ears. "But...b..but...!"
         The boards shook again, and the huge horse loomed over him once more.
         "I've watched some of the mistresses knee you in the balls sometimes. It looked like it hurt. I think I'll try!", she smiled. Then, as he groaned and pleaded for mercy, the big mare placed one front hoof between his ruined legs, and dropped to her knees. Her voluptuous rump raised high in the air as she knelt on his groin. "Ooooooh!", she squealed in pleasure, as she felt his cock and balls squash to pulp, then her full weight bore down on his pelvis, crushing it.
         The huge horse knelt there, enjoying the waves of agony and horror radiating from the crippled male beneath her. His eyes were rolled back in his head, he was thrashing in mute, agony, his body spasming helplessly against the restraints. She shifted her weight a little and sighed. "This is so much fun, it's a nuisance asking you these silly questions." She stood up. "But I'll tell you what; if your answer tallies with what you said before, I'll let you go. No-one's conditioning is good enough to withstand that, huh?" she smiled indicating his pulped groin with her snout.
         The slave was just emerging from a white-hot void of absolute pain. When the draft horse had knelt on his groin he'd felt his balls burst, felt her knee mash his scrotum and penis to paste, felt her unbelievable weight shatter his pelvis and grind the remains into the floor. He barely knew what he was saying, but somehow he knew that if he wanted this ever to end, he had to concentrate on this for all his life was worth.
         "J..joh.. John Brown - aaaggh!! 42..." his agonized mind raced, "d.d..d.davis avenue!"
         The horse stood over him silently, letting the pain wash through him for a few more moments before she replied.
         "I'm really sorry, hon, but there's no such person as John Brown."
         The slave felt doom clutch at what was left of his guts. His mouth opened and he tried to say, "There is!"
         Suzy shook her head, and her lovely mane tossed sensuously.
         "No, baby - because there's no such thing as the Mayday organisation." She smiled as she watched horrified realization dawn over the brutalized male. "That's right", she admitted, walking around him sexily, predatorialy, "I made it up. You're only a slave, after all. What difference does it make? This is only a training exercise, remember?" Her laughter numbed his mind.
         "B...but"
         Suzy planted a hoof on his chest, and towered over him, dwarfing him beneath her gorgeous bulk. "There's only one question left for you to answer now, lover", she smiled. She planted one enormous hoof on either side of his head, and bent way down to caress his face with her silky muzzle. "How exactly do you want to be pulped?"
         She laughed and pranced back from him. The slave could tell she had changed. She'd abandoned any pretence at 'playing by the rules' now, and was just out for some fun. His heart sank as low as it could go.
         "You can't decide?", Suzy said, trotting around him impatiently, her beautiful head and ears held erect, her braided tale held away from her huge buttocks, her great hooves rumbling and thundering the floorboards under him. "Fuck it then, I'll make it up as I go!", she laughed. The male whimpered pitifully as the big mare seized his left arm in her teeth. She clamped her jaws hard and her teeth crunched into the bone. Without warning she brutally ripped back, pulling him so hard that she wrenched him up from the floor, pulling out the stakes which had been holding him down, and pulling his arm out of its socket. She flung him across the room. He hit the wall and slumped into the open doorway,groaning.
         "Better get out of my way", she sang, prancing towards him. The vision of the massive draft horse pounding across the room toward him in a collected trot terrified him out of his wits, and he clawed at the wall for support, the ruin of his lower legs dragging on the boards. "Look out!", Suzy laughed, and she trampled over his thighs, crushing them into the floor, breaking both femurs. Her back hooves thumped into the purple carnage of his mashed stomach. He felt something burst inside him, and agony rolled over him.
         Suzy sank her teeth into his arm again and hauled him effortlessly down the corridor and onto the bare cement of the barn floor.
         "Now I'm going to really fuck you up, sweetheart", she whispered into his ear as he lay helpless, unable to move away. "I've only been hurting the unimportant stuff. Now I'm going to work on your chest and your face! How does that make you feel? Hmmm?", she smiled, butting his face gently with her soft muzzle. "Now I've got some room for a nice run-up, I'm going to mow you down at a gallop. It'll be like being under four piledrivers!", she laughed. The male gasped, waving the stump of his right arm towards the interrogation room. "The m..mistress!", he babbled desperately.
         "Oh!" the Clydesdale mare said, with mock horror. "The mistress will be upset with me for dragging you out here to pulp you when I'm supposed to be pulping you in there! I wonder if she'll smack my bottom!", she said, giggling. "It'll be easier to hose what's left of you off the concrete than scrape it out from between the floorboards", she told him. "Now lay back and relax. The next thing you feel will be my hoof pushing your sternum into your spine!" She rotted off, her curvaceous rump bouncing, her steel-shod hooves thocking loudly against the bare concrete.
         The male began to pray. He blubbered incoherently to anyone or anything that might miraculously intervene to save him from the crushing fate that he knew awaited him.
         Suzy turned and stood, her magnificent equine form silhouetted in the sunlight from the open barn doors.
         "Here I come, honey-bunny!", she whispered in his mind, and it was if she was standing with her muzzle against his ear. Then he saw her lunge into action, galloping towards him, her giant hooves battering the concrete; the terrifying noise growing quickly nearer. He whimpered and cried, and tried to struggle clear, but she was bearing down on him; a gigantic, beautiful mountain of horseflesh. He cried out in terror as his vision filled with horse - then her hooves struck.
         Suzy's great forehooves crashed down into his chest, splintering it and crushing him into the concrete. It was beyond anything he could have imagined. He had been piledriven by 3000 pounds of Clydesdale mare. An instant later Suzy's back hooves thumped into his pulverized ribcage, smashing it. His spine broke as her huge rump pumped her hooves down, through his chest and right through to the floor of the barn.
         Dimly, through a searing wall of agony he heard her skid across the concrete and turn around. The hoofbeats approached quickly.
         "Gonna tango on you now, darling!" Suzy told him. Suddenly she was on top of him again, her back hooves thumping down into his flattened body again and again as she executed an elegant stationery trot on his chest. He looked up at the great, round bulge of her ass as she snorted in excitement, pounding him into a minced pulp under her gigantic hind hooves. The steel shoes battered down again and again, shattering bone, pulping flesh, destroying him.
         "Gotta be quick now, sweetie - you're on the way out!", she laughed. She ran him down again at a canter, splattering his stomach and smashing both his shoulders. She returned and pounded over him again, her massive weight wreaking more havoc on the dying slave. She was wild with elation, snorting and tossing her lovely head with the thrill of his annihilation. Again she trampled furiously over him, mashing, pulping his shattered body. Finally she stood over him, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on the blue-black gloss of her coat. "Baby, you're still with me!", she exclaimed happily. "How sweet! What sort of drugs did they give you to keep you conscious through that? Look at you - you're fucked!", she laughed. The male couldn't talk now. Suzy played with her hoof on his face, pushing experimentally, leaning a little of her giant weight until his jaw broke, his teeth were smashed back into his throat. She paused and looked down at his agonized, ruined face. "Let's squish you properly", she decided, and seized him by the arm again.
         Four of the girls were walking by when Suzy, the gigantic black Clydesdale mare emerged from the stable, dragging a ruined pulp of a slave with her. The girls whooped and laughed, encouraging her and congratulating her on her good work.
         Suzy dumped her victim on the grass at the side of the barn, and slowly, sumptuously sank to her knees beside him.
         "Squish him Suze!", one of the girls laughed. They all gathered at a polite distance to watch the slave's demise.
         The male was still alive, still conscious. He was trapped in a nightmare of ultimate pain, and wanted only for it to end, somehow, anyhow. The voice of the huge mare touched his mind for a final time.
         "I'm going to roll over on you now, lover, and you're going to squish like a plum. It's my way of giving you a cuddle for all the fun you've given me this afternoon!" He felt the ground shake as her colossal weight settled on the earth beside him. Her massive, luscious rump came down on his right arm and shoulder, crunching them into the earth.
         The girls smiled and joked, watching Suzy's massive ass resting beside the slave's mashed face, her braided tail twitching between her huge cheeks.
         "Squish him good!", one of the girls urged again. Suzy squished him.
         The male sensed her enormous bulk shift, and then a mountain of horseflesh rolled over on him, blocking out the world. His entire body from his toes to his face crunched and flattened, crushed and squashed, burst under more than a ton of equine weight. It wasn't the relief he'd craved, it was a shattering explosion of agony that briefly revitalized his dying senses. The giant rump squashed his face, and when she rolled back over him a second time the beautiful mare pulped his body to paste, burst his skull, crushed the last vestiges of life from his tortured body. Then she settled there, relaxed, rolling gently now and then, luxuriating in the warm paste that had once been a male slave beneath her.
         The girls walked off, smiling and laughing.
         Suzy sighed and rolled her bottom over on his face, feeling it squelch.
         She wanted more of this. She wanted this every day.
         Information retrieval was fun!

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