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Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl

Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436

Chapter 17

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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 try to make a sound around the bit—something that might be words, might be pleading—but all that emerges is a muffled, wet noise. Dr. Oak glances up at me briefly, then returns his attention to unpacking instruments from his medical bag.

Omar’s hand tightens on the reins. He pulls my head down sharply until I’m forced to meet his amber eyes. “You get clit ring after registration,” he announces, his voice carrying across the small office. “Too much trouble. Too much test. Ring make you good Pixie.”

The words land like a physical blow. Not a threat anymore. A certainty. A scheduled procedure.

After registration. He’s going to pierce my clit after—

My legs go still. My entire body locks into rigid compliance. The trembling stops. Even my breathing becomes shallow, controlled, terrified. The brass tag hangs motionless.

Robin makes a note on her clipboard. “Behavioral modification planned post-registration,” she murmurs. “Clit piercing for enhanced control. Standard procedure for resistant livestock.”

Dr. Oak nods absently, setting a wooden tongue depressor and a small hooked tool on the examination table. “Sensible. I’ll note current genital condition in my report for comparison after the piercing heals.” He turns to me, wiping his hands on his apron. “Let’s start with the mouth. Need to check teeth and jaw alignment around the bit.”

He approaches without asking permission, reaching up to grip my jaw with both hands. His fingers are rough, calloused, smelling faintly of horse liniment. He tilts my head back, examining where the steel bit sits wedged behind my teeth.

 
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