Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Omar mounts me from behind, his weight settling onto the leather saddle strapped to my back. He’s small—maybe forty pounds—but distributed across the rigid saddle frame, that weight becomes a constant, grinding presence against my spine. The moment his feet find purchase in the stirrups bracketing my ribs, he makes a sharp clicking sound and tugs the reins.
I lurch forward on instinct, knees lifting high the way the pressure of his heels against my sides demands. The forest floor is uneven beneath my boots, and every step sends a jolt through my bound arms, my aching shoulders, my exposed breasts that sway with each movement.
One foot. Then the other. Just like a fucking horse.
The thin strap of the harness grinds between my legs with each stride, pressing against my clit, sliding through my slickness. The pony fruit has turned my body into a furnace—everything is sensation, everything is need. My nipples are so hard they ache, and the bells Pok attached to the piercings chime with obscene brightness.
Drool runs steadily from my bit-gagged mouth, spattering my breasts, dripping onto the forest floor. I can’t close my jaw. Can’t swallow properly. Can’t speak.
Veshka and Mirka flank me, their lassos ready, while Pok trails behind with the wooden prod. But I’m not trying to run anymore. The harness, the bit, the weight on my back, the maddening friction between my legs—it’s all consuming my world.
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