Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 12
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
The realization hits me like a fist to the gut.
Robin. Robin works registration. I made her cry last time because she took twenty minutes instead of ten to process that Crosspoint girl’s paperwork. Called her incompetent. Threatened to report her to the magistrate.
My vision tunnels. The brass tag swings harder as my breathing quickens, pulling at my pierced septum with each ragged inhale. Robin will be the one to examine me. To write my name—my pony name—in the official livestock registry. To inspect my teeth, my muscle tone, to verify the brass tag’s serial number matches the paperwork.
To see Olivia the Slaver naked, bit-gagged, and registered as goblin property.
“Something wrong with your Pixie?” Tomas asks Omar, noticing my sudden distress. “She’s breathing hard. Getting excited about her registration, maybe?”
Omar tugs the reins, and I stumble forward a step. “She fine,” he says in his thick accent. “Walk now.”
Tomas falls into step beside me as Omar guides me through the gate and onto Sunning’s main road. The street is busy with mid-morning traffic—merchants setting up stalls, women shopping, children playing in the dusty spaces between buildings. And every single one of them turns to stare as I pass.
A naked woman on all fours. Bridled. Bit-gagged. Bells chiming from pierced nipples with each high-stepped stride. Piss stains dried on my thighs. A goblin riding on my back like I’m livestock.
Because I am livestock.
“Make way!” Tomas calls out cheerfully, clearly enjoying himself. “Goblin property coming through! Fresh registration!”
A group of women near a produce stall stop their conversation to watch. One covers her mouth. Another makes a disgusted sound and turns away. A third stares openly, her expression somewhere between pity and fascination.
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