Chapter 5

Vickie was amused although not altogether surprised to see the buxom secretary hobble into her office the next morning. Lena was obviously infuriated, but having great difficulty. She was walking somewhat bowlegged which made movement in her tight skirt not only difficult, but even rather comical.

"I quit!" she almost screamed at Vickie.

"What's the problem?" asked Vickie feigning ignorance.

"You know damned well what the problem is! Unusual tastes eh? You didn't tell me I'd be raped... by a horse!"

"Now Lena..."

"Now nothing. It took forty two stitches at the emergency room. That damned horse ripped me apart! Even with the stitches I'll never be the same."

"What happened?" asked Vickie, still pretending.

"I'll tell you what happened! After dinner he had me strip! Then he fucked me. So far so good, but then these two goons come in and grab me and tie me across some kind of padded bar. Then they brought in the horse. My god! It must have been two feet long and bigger around than a baseball bat! I screamed for them to let me go but the bastard just laughed and said you had assured him I would do anything for a dollar. So he stuffed a dollar bill in my mouth and stood there jacking off while his two goons got the horse up on its hind legs. The damned thing got into me on his first hump and split me open. I was bleeding like crazy, but that bastard Aziez just laughed while that horse kept humping me. I never felt pain like that before. He was so far in, I thought the damn thing was into my stomach. I screamed, I begged and all that bastard Aziez did was come all over my face just as the damn horse did the same in my pussy. That's when I passed out. I woke up in the emergency room."

"Oh Lena I'm so sorr..."

"Save it! You can keep your damned job and you can keep your damn salary! Nothing is worth what I went through last night... nothing!"

"Lena, I'll make it up to you."

"How? How do you make up for the fact that stitches or no, no man will ever find me satisfying again!"

The secretary burst into tears.

"Lena let's talk this out," encouraged Vickie as she tried to put a reassuring arm around the woman's shoulder.

"Keep your damn sympathy and here's what I think of your damn job!"

The attractive blonde spat on the floor, turned and hobbled out of the office.

"You're going to pay for this," Lena shouted back over her shoulder, "you're going to pay plenty!"