Ten different motors accelerate at once. One yanks a strap into your limb, knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling. Others loop behind you, webs of netting cinching into a supporting harness around your torso{ and animal body}, rotating you to face the floor as if by magic. Your thick thighs get wrapped tight. Bands hook under your armpits, and an X crosses your milk-packed tits as an additional brace. It’s over before you know it. Two seconds of furious activity, and you’re left hanging and open, presented and prepared for breeding like some trussed-up trollop. At least your hands are free and within easy reach of some release levers!
