Ana's Adventures

Ana watched as Karana was led away, her heart aching with pain and resentment. It all happened so suddenly that she didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to her friend. But what could she do? They were just mares, slaves, property of the goblins. No one cared about their desires. Ana arrived fourth and received her deserved lashing, which was especially painful as the marks from yesterday's punishment for untimely urination had not yet healed. She stood tied to the hitching post alongside two dozen other mares, waiting to be taken away. In the distance, she noticed Tarak approaching the hitching post with another goblin. They neared a mare standing at the other end of the long line of women. It seemed she had arrived third. On the goblins' command, the mare assumed an inspection stance and then knelt. Her breasts, vagina, anus, and mouth were thoroughly examined. She did not resist; her body trembled with tension and fear. Ana thought that this girl, judging by her muscles, was also not a local. There was something in her movements and gaze that revealed she was not native to this planet. Ana had seen here, at the Central Arena, that some mares did not look local. But she had no opportunity to verify her guess or discuss it with Karana. "Oh, Karana! Will we ever see each other again?" Ana thought with longing. She watched as Tarak and his companion argued loudly and gestured expressively. It reminded her of the bazaar on the planet Tamar, where she had been part of an expedition's security detail posing as a trade caravan. She had seen how deals were made, and it seemed that a deal had been struck here as well. Money changed hands, and the parchment with the mare's deed was handed to Tarak. Without rising from her knees, the mare kissed the boot of her new owner, received the customary blows to her body, thanked the hand that punished her with another kiss, and, under his guidance, headed to the smithy to receive a new brand and change her harness. Everything happened routinely, as usual. Equally routinely, Rokh approached Ana. He held saddle bags in his hands. Obviously, he had already checked out of the inn. Nothing else held them here. Ana fell to her knees at the sight of her master. He attached the bags to the saddle, allowed the mare to drink from a hose, and, climbing into the saddle, ordered Ana to rise and move forward. Without communicating with anyone else, they left the city. Tarak obviously had his own path, which did not coincide with theirs. Naturally, no one explained anything to Ana. They did not travel long. After a couple of hours, it began to get dark. Rokh directed Ana to a stream flowing at the bottom of a ravine. The river turned, forming a natural glade surrounded by shrubs. Equally silently, Rokh unsaddled the mare, led her aside, pulled the tail out of her backside, and ordered her to relieve herself. Then he washed her in the stream, washed himself, and led Ana to the campsite. Without hurrying, he lit a fire, heated food for Ana in a pot, fed her, and ate something himself. Everything was incredibly ordinary, familiar. Seeing the ready bed, Ana lay down on her back on it, allowed her legs to be tied, and began to wait for her master. He was in no hurry to lie down. He sat in front of the fire, using her ankles as a seat, and, thinking about something, gazed at the fire. Ana had nothing to do. Excited by the day's events, she could not sleep. She remembered how she ended up in the herd belonging to the owner sitting on her legs. *** ### Ana's Arrival at the Base Anastasia stood on the platform, her heart beating in rhythm with the arriving ships. The air was filled with the scent of metal and something unknown. She had just stepped onto the Base for the first time, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear. There was a bustle around her, but her attention was drawn to a tall man in a lieutenant's uniform. He walked straight towards her. "Anastasia Belova?" His voice was firm, but there was a note of interest in it. "Yes, that's me," she replied, trying to hide her excitement. "I am Lieutenant Sever, your new boss. Welcome to the Base," he said, extending his hand. She took it, feeling his warm and strong grip. "Thank you, sir," she whispered. "We have strict rules here, but I am sure you will adapt quickly," he said, leading her through the corridors of the Base. "Your duties will include shift participation in guards, kitchen duties, and helping to clean the premises and surroundings. You will live in the barracks for female guards. There are twelve of you now." Anastasia nodded, trying to remember every detail. She felt his gaze slide over her figure, and it made her heart beat faster. A few days later, meeting her in the common kitchen, Sever proposed, "Anastasia, how about going on a date with me?" She was surprised but agreed. That evening, he took her to a cozy officer's mess, where they could talk without prying ears. "I want you to be my girlfriend," he said after dinner, his voice soft but insistent. "I understood from your surname that you are Russian by origin. I also have Slavic roots. We should stick together." Anastasia hesitated but agreed. She did not know what awaited her, but she felt that this would change her life. On the third date, he took her to a room designed as a dungeon for BDSM games. Her heart pounded in her chest with fear and excitement. "Try it," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. She agreed to a trial session. Then a second. Then a third. After a month, she realized that she was completely subjugated to Sever. He regularly abused her in the playroom. She did not understand how everything went wrong. It seemed to start as a game, but now she was sleeping on the floor in his cabin. One evening, he suggested she participate in an operation to infiltrate a human's homestead as a farmhand. "We need this for a side operation. We are counting on you. It's dangerous, but you will manage," he said, condescendingly slapping her buttocks. His voice was full of confidence. She did not know what awaited her, but she agreed, thinking to rid herself of her lover this way and hoping to leave the Base after a month-long contract. *** ### Preparation and Departure The preparation did not take long. Anastasia was dressed in a slave tunic made of coarse linen, like the ones worn by local women not selected as mares. The mares here went naked, but Anastasia received at least some protection. A goblin, known from Karana's story and somehow connected to the Base, accompanied Ana on his mare to the plot of the man selected for the operation. "Are you ready, Anastasia?" he asked, his voice sharp and cold as the inhabited plot came into view. "Yes," she replied, trying to hide her excitement. He led her to the man who was sitting on the threshold of a spacious dugout. He was tall and strong, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "A new worker?" he asked, looking Anastasia up and down. "Yes, human," the goblin replied. "She will work on your farm." The man nodded and turned to Anastasia. "You will work here," he said. "If you work poorly, you will get a lashing on your backside. If you work well, you will get extra food, and maybe I will allow you to satisfy me. You will call me 'master.'" Anastasia nodded, understanding that she had to obey. The Base authorities had appointed him as the chief, and she had to follow the rules. The only thing she was not sure about was whether she wanted sex with this dirty savage as a reward. "Yes, master," she replied. The dugout turned out to be divided into two sections. In one of them lived the farm workers who worked in the garden all day and took turns cooking food for themselves and their man. The man living alone in the second section was effectively an overseer. He urged the women on if they worked slowly or if he felt like hearing female moans. He assigned tasks and determined who would share his bed at night. Days passed one after another. Anastasia worked in the garden, cooked food, and tried not to attract attention. But one evening, the man called her. "It's your turn," he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. Anastasia followed him into the neighboring section of the dugout. She knew she had to submit, whether she wanted to or not. Obviously, his words about sex as a reward were a kind of joke. She gave herself to him without argument. He stank, but she probably stank too. Sex with him was not much different from sex with Sever—just as rough and merciless. She felt his rough hands slide over her body, his fingers mercilessly squeezing her nipples, and his nails scratching her buttocks. His penis rudely invaded her vagina and, without giving her time to get used to the size, began its movement. But, accustomed to rough sex by her previous lover, she felt herself getting aroused. Unexpectedly, he climaxed inside her. "You move well," he said, his voice satisfied. "Tomorrow you will get extra food." And he threw her off his bed onto the floor. Obviously, like her previous lover, the savage did not believe in aftercare. Anastasia got up from the floor, feeling her body tremble with fatigue, pain, and unfulfilled desire. She knew this was only the beginning of her new life on the farm. She had to hold on for two more weeks. *** ### The Arrival of the Goblin One ordinary day, when the sun was at its zenith, a goblin rode onto the plot. He sat on an emaciated mare, a woman of about fifty. Her body was covered in scars and marks from beatings. Her eyes were empty, but they showed submission and hopelessness. All the women on the plot immediately dropped their tools and knelt in a line at the entrance to the dugout. Anastasia also took her place in the line and knelt. She saw how the goblin, motionless, slowly surveyed the plot, his eyes cold and merciless. He waited. The man, who usually did nothing but urge the women on or lie in the sun, unusually quickly approached the line of women and skillfully tied their ankles and hands behind their backs with ropes. In the presence of goblins, humans had to be hobbled and safe. The goblin slowly dismounted from the mare and waited for the man to finish his work. He examined the vegetables prepared for shipment, his gaze sliding over the women who indifferently waited for him to leave so they could return to their activities. Anastasia felt her heart beat faster, but she tried to remain calm. The man, having finished tying the women, knelt to the side, crossing his ankles and putting his hands behind his back. He was at a respectful distance from the goblin, obviously following some rules. The goblin, having surveyed the line of women, slowly approached Anastasia. His eyes lingered on her figure. She felt his gaze pierce her through. "You," he said, pointing at her. "Bend over." Anastasia slowly bent her back, feeling her body tremble with tension. The goblin examined her from head to toe, his eyes cold and appraising. "I see this little human for the first time. She is not needed here," he said finally. "Prepare her, she will go with me to my farm." And he walked away to his mare. Anastasia did not resist as vegetables were loaded onto her. She knew that objections were useless. The man did not object either; he silently watched as she was loaded and then led away. "What do you call her, man?" the goblin asked, getting into the saddle. "She responds to the name Anastasia, master," the local male replied obsequiously. Anastasia walked behind the goblin, her thoughts in turmoil. She did not know what awaited her on the farm, but she understood that her life was about to change again. She remembered Sever's words, his promise to return her after a month. She thought about how much her life had changed since she first stepped onto the Base. *** ### Arrival at the Farm When Anastasia was brought to the farm, she was immediately surrounded by goblins. After untying the bundle of vegetables, she was immediately tied to the sawhorses, and her unnecessary tunic was cut off. Their hands were strong, their touches rough. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, but she knew that resistance was futile. She stood completely naked, trembling with fear and uncertainty. "Freeze," hissed one of the goblins in the common language. She suddenly felt a piece of red-hot metal pressed against her skin, her body shuddering with pain. Damn it, SHE WAS BEING BRANDED! "That's it, you're ours now," said another goblin, his voice cold and merciless. They removed her molars, and she felt blood fill her mouth. Her head was spinning with pain, and she could barely stand on her feet, only staying upright because of the ropes holding her. They pierced her nipples, hanging metal rings on them. She was left on the sawhorses for three days. She was not fed. She felt her body weakening with each passing hour. After three days, she was taken off the sawhorses. They laid her face down on the ground. They put boots on her. They were made of rough leather and had no heels, but metal horseshoes were attached to the soles. She felt the weight of the boots pressing on her legs. Then they shackled her ankles with a foot-long chain. They carefully put her on her knees. She tried to get comfortable. "Don't move," hissed one of the goblins, his breath hot and unpleasant. Then they began to put the harness on her. First, a collar with a metal ring woven into it. A wide strap went under her chest, tightening so much that she could barely breathe. Other straps wrapped around her torso. Vertical straps lay on her shoulders and passed between her legs. Finally, they inserted a tail plug into her anus. She already had experience with her anus from her games with Sever, so it was not very painful, but unpleasant. Finally, they put gloves on her hands. They were made of the same rough leather as the boots. After fastening the gloves on her wrists, her hands were immediately tied behind her back. Anastasia heard sighs of relief. She tried to clench her fingers into fists and realized that she could no longer use her fingers. She also could not use her fists. Combined with her hobbled legs, she was completely helpless. The moment of possible resistance had been missed. After all, the little bastards were afraid of her. Then they put a bit in her mouth. The cold metal touched her lips, and she felt the straps tightening around her head. The bit entered her mouth, fitting exactly where her teeth had been removed, and she realized that speaking would now be difficult. She felt the metal pressing on her tongue and gums and understood that her voice would now only be heard as a whinny. Not that she had anyone to talk to. Her new owner, who had brought her to the farm, stood before her, examining the parchment that the town clerk had given him. He had issued a certificate of ownership for the captured wild, now domesticated mare. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction. His voice, firm and confident, penetrated her consciousness, making her heart beat faster. "My name is Grok. You are now my mare. Your name is too long. From now on, your nickname is Ana," he pronounced. She understood every word, and it made her feel even more vulnerable. "You will serve me and obey all my commands." His gaze was hypnotic, and she could not look away. She felt her body responding to his words, and it frightened her. "Now you will kiss my boot in front of the gathered crowd and receive your first lashing," he continued, his voice becoming even more sensual. Anastasia, now just Ana, felt as two goblins standing on either side of her and holding the lead slowly tilted her head. Her face neared the boots of her self-proclaimed master, and she smelled the leather and metal. Her heart beat in time with her breathing, and she began to understand that this moment would change her life forever. This was not a game with Sever. This was real slavery that could last until the end of her life. When her lips touched the boot, she felt a strange excitement. Her body trembled with a mixture of fear and strange desire. She felt that she had to submit. Grok began the lashing. Each stroke of the whip was precise and careful, treating her thighs, buttocks, chest, and stomach. She felt the pain mixing with fatigue, and it made her completely submit. "This is how it should always be," her master said in a didactic tone. "You will always thank with a kiss whoever agrees to discipline you." After the lashing, she was made to touch the goblin's hand holding the whip with her lips. She felt a sense of gratitude towards her master; the BDSM sessions with Sever had borne their fruit. But in her heart, a hope flickered. She promised herself that she would find a way to survive and take revenge, but for now, she had to submit and accept her new role, waiting for the right moment.