Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 13
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
My legs lock mid-stride. The high-stepping gait falters, stumbles, stops. Omar’s weight shifts sharply on my back as I plant myself in the middle of the road, muscles trembling with the effort of defiance.
I can’t. I can’t do this. Not Robin. Not the registration. Not—
Omar’s hand tightens on the reins, pulling back hard. The bit drives into my mouth with sharp pain, but I clench my jaw around the steel and refuse to move. My chest heaves. The brass tag swings wildly. Drool spatters onto the dirt between my hands.
“Walk,” Omar commands in his guttural Common. “Walk now.”
I shake my head—a tiny, desperate motion—and make a sound around the bit that might be refusal or pleading or both.
The crowd around me has grown. Twenty people, maybe more, forming a loose circle to watch the spectacle. I can feel their eyes on my naked body, on the harness straps framing my breasts, on the piss stains dried on my thighs. Someone laughs. Someone else mutters something about ‘stubborn livestock.’
Omar makes a clicking sound with his tongue—irritation, perhaps—and leans forward in the saddle. His small hand reaches down and grips the brass tag hanging from my septum, giving it a sharp tug that makes my eyes water.
“If you not comply,” he says, his voice carrying across the street, “I put ring here.” His other hand moves between my legs, fingers brushing against my clit with clinical precision through the harness strap. “Clit ring. More control. You want?”
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