Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl
Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 wrench my head back when the clamp approaches my nose, stumbling sideways despite Omar still gripping my reins. The movement is instinctive, animal, and utterly futile.
Omar yanks the reins hard, and the bit drives deeper into the corners of my mouth with sharp pain. My head snaps forward, and I stagger, trying to regain balance with my arms bound useless behind me. Before I can attempt another retreat, Veshka and Mirka are on me—their small hands gripping my thighs, my hips, anchoring me in place with surprising strength.
Chief Gorlm’s expression doesn’t change. He simply waits, patient as stone, while his hunters restrain their struggling livestock.
They’ve done this before. How many times have they done this before?
When I’m held firmly, Gorlm steps close again. His clawed hand cups my jaw—not cruel, just matter-of-fact—and tilts my head at the angle he needs. I can smell earth and leather on him, something acrid like cured hide. His amber eyes meet mine for just a moment, and there’s nothing in them but mild professional interest.
The clamp’s cold metal touches my septum. I flinch, but Veshka’s grip on my head is iron-firm now, her claws digging into my scalp. The pressure builds—sharp, focused, increasingly painful—and then there’s a wet crunch and sudden blinding agony that makes my eyes water and my vision white out at the edges.
I scream around the bit, but it comes out as nothing but a choked, animal sound.
Gorlm works quickly. The brass tag threads through the fresh piercing, and I feel the weight of it settle against my upper lip—small, but undeniable. A constant reminder with every breath, every movement of my head.
--- Later --
I have been living in this hellhole for a while now. Perhaps a week. Difficult to keep track of time when days and nights blend into one another. One day I hear Gorlm and Omar discussing in common, no doubt for my benefit.
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