Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 30
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 30 - 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 jerk my head back as Derrik’s weathered hand reaches toward my face, instinct overriding everything else for one desperate moment. No. Not this. Not in front of everyone—
The reins go taut instantly. Omar’s weight shifts on my back and his small hand yanks the leather straps with practiced force, pulling my head forward and down until the bit digs cruelly into the corners of my mouth. The brass tag swings violently from my pierced septum.
“Pixie,” Omar says, his voice carrying clear warning. “Behave.”
The single word freezes me. Clit ring. One week. Perfect behavior or—
My resistance collapses. My head drops forward, tears streaming down my cheeks to mix with the drool running from my bit-gagged mouth.
Derrik waits patiently, his expression unchanged. “First-timer nerves,” he observes to the crowd. “Common in fresh acquisitions. Handler’s got good control, though.” He addresses Omar directly. “Mind if I use the assessment rod to keep her steady?”
“Do what is needed,” Omar replies.
Derrik steps closer, positioning the smooth wooden rod under my chin to lift my head. His other hand reaches for the side of the bridle, fingers working the buckle that holds the bit in place. “Need to remove this temporarily for dental examination. Hold her steady.”
Omar’s hand tightens on the reins. “She stays still.”
The buckle releases. Derrik works the steel bit free from my mouth with clinical efficiency, and for the first time in days my jaw can close properly. The relief is immediate and overwhelming—muscles screaming from the constant stretch finally able to relax.