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Olivia, From Slaver to Ponygirl

Copyright© 2026 by Rose362436

Chapter 8

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 make a sound around the bit—something desperate and human, trying to force it past the steel bar wedged behind my teeth. It comes out as a choked whine, animal and incoherent.

Gorlina tilts her head, amber eyes bright with curiosity. She says something in the goblin tongue—a question, from the lilt—and steps closer. Her small hand reaches up to touch the brass tag swinging from my septum, making it shift and pull at the fresh piercing with sharp pain.

Please. See me. I’m a person. I’m—

I try to meet her eyes, to pour every ounce of my humanity into that gaze. I’m begging with my eyes alone, trying to communicate across the void of the bit-gag and the language barrier and the fundamental gulf between person and property.

Gorlina’s face lights up with pure delight.

She turns to her father and speaks rapidly, gesturing at me with obvious excitement. Chief Gorlm responds with what sounds like affectionate patience, and Gorlina bounces on her toes before turning back to me.

Her small hand pats my thigh—the gesture you’d use to gentle a nervous mare. “Pretty pony,” she says in halting Common, clearly repeating a phrase she’s learned. “Good pony.”

The words hit like a gut punch. She understood my desperation as anxiety. My attempt at human connection as an animal needing reassurance.

She thinks I’m scared. She’s comforting her new pet.

Gorlina reaches up and carefully wipes drool from my chin with her small fingers, the gesture tender in a way that makes my eyes burn. Then she cups my breast—not sexually, just examining the weight and softness with a child’s tactile curiosity—and makes the bells chime again. She giggles.

 
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