Something clicked in the sergeant’s head, and her eyes went wide. MacKenna helped pull the kilt away, taking the belt and cloak pins. “An’ when we galloped?” The Queen shivered, nodding again. The straps she had seen were, in fact, a harness that kept the now visible woody tight against the saddle, kept the Queen mounted to the saddle on the woody, but allowed enough slack for the Queen to bounce, consequently rutting herself with every step of her horse. “Ya’ feelin’ a’ight, Majesty? The woody was not shaped like a normal member. I… ammmmm strapped on.” MacKenna remembered the strap around the Queen’s thigh. The expression looked less like pain and more like the look of an orgasm. “Fine. He chuckled and stepped around to the other side, repeating the process and binding her to the saddle.
