Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 15
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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 plant my feet on the cobblestones outside the registration office door. My legs lock. The saddle shifts as Omar tries to guide me forward with the reins, but I refuse to move.
Not inside. Once I’m inside, once she writes my name in that registry—
“Walk,” Omar commands, tugging the reins sharply left to guide me toward the doorway. The bit pulls at the corners of my mouth, but I clench my jaw and shake my head—a desperate, animal motion that makes the brass tag swing wildly.
Robin watches from the doorway, clipboard clutched to her chest. Her eyes are cold. “Having trouble with your livestock, master goblin?”
“She walk,” Omar replies flatly. He leans forward in the saddle and delivers a sharp slap to my right flank with his open palm. The impact stings. “She always walk.”
But I don’t. My thighs tremble with the effort of staying still. Sweat runs down my spine. The crowd around the square has grown larger—forty people now, maybe more—drawn by the spectacle of a pony girl refusing her handler. I can hear their murmurs.
“Stubborn one.”
“Not broken yet.”
“Omar’ll fix that.”
Omar makes a clicking sound with his tongue—irritation—and reaches into his saddlebag. When his hand emerges, he’s holding something small and metal that glints in the morning sun. The clit clamp. My eyes widen. My breath comes in short, panicked gasps around the bit.
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