Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 11
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Female slavers are novelty. Olivia was one of the most feared one. How does it feel to be on the other side of the chains.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery BDSM Humiliation Spanking PonyGirl Lactation Petting Squirting ENF AI Generated
I force myself to look at the two women—really look, pouring every shred of desperation into my gaze. They’re maybe ten paces away, carrying baskets toward the market. One is older, gray-haired, wearing a faded blue dress. The other is younger, perhaps my age, in a brown work smock.
Please. See me. I’m like you. I’m not—
The older woman’s eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second. I see her register my face, my naked body, the brass tag swinging from my nose. Her mouth tightens into a thin line of disgust, and she looks away sharply, muttering something to her companion.
The younger woman glances over—curiosity, maybe, or just drawn by Tomas’s loud mockery. Her gaze travels from my face down to my exposed breasts, the harness straps framing them, the bells hanging from my pierced nipples. I see the exact moment her expression shifts from curiosity to revulsion.
She says something to the older woman, and they both quicken their pace, angling away from the gate.
No. No, wait—
I make a sound around the bit, trying to call out, but it emerges as a desperate animal keen. The younger woman flinches at the noise and walks faster.
“See that, Pixie?” Tomas says cheerfully, his hand still resting possessively on my breast, toying with the nipple ring. “Even the village women know what you are now. Property. Livestock.” He pats my ass like I’m a well-behaved dog. “Bet they’re wondering what you did to end up here. Maybe they think you’re just a whore—”
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