Maybe the horse?

Thinking the horse seems like the closest thing to a designed riddle answer, and having no clue the answer to the riddle, you stride with a false bravado towards it until you get there and are not sure what to do. The two ladies in jumpsuits that were almost hiding on the side of the room seem to appear behind you and forcibly grab you. As one attaches padded cuffs to your wrists and ankles, the other slides your panties from under your skirt and roughly shoved them in your gaping mouth, before putting two strips of duck tape over it. You get a chance to look at these women as they prepare you.

Each of them is wearing a jump suit of a maintenance worker. You aren’t sure if this is to keep the attention away from the and on you, or if it is a fetish thing. Though the outfits should not be flattering, the way they are unzipped so low, and the attractiveness and natural authority both of these women put out, you can’t help but be turned on. The one focusing on your wrists and ankles is very short, maybe only 5’2, but is complemented by what seems to be a lean but muscular frame. She is obviously the more butch of the two, with a tightly shaved head and no makeup, but her angular features compliment the look immensely. The one that seems to focus on humiliating you with your panties is your height, with bright red hair tied in a ponytail. She is wearing striking deep red makeup, and her jumpsuit can barely hide her large cleavage.

Now ready, the two of them **** you into position sitting on the horse. Your feet and legs are bound on each side of the rocking horse, as your exposed pussy and ass are sitting over the large exposed hole on the seat. Your arms are tied crossed behind you, so that each hand is grabbing the other elbow. The horse sways easily, and you hope you don’t tip over either side.

Seeing you bound in place, the butch goes and collects more equipment as the redhead straightens you out and starts moving her hands up and down your restrained body. “You know, I don’t normally root for someone to lose, but in your case I’m wanting it. Something about you seems so... innocent. And I want to break that!” She says the final sentence as she tightly grabs your latex covered face, staring you directly in the eyes before laughing it off. The other comes with the equipment and gets ready.