Ana's Adventures

Ana lay bound on a forest glade by the bank of a nameless stream, listening to the steady breathing of her master and reminiscing about her days on Grokh's farm. Life on the farm. At the first light of dawn, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, the mares were awakened. Their collars were unchained from the wall, and they were roughly herded out into the yard. Ana, shivering from the morning cold, stood in line with the other slaves. Her legs, clad in tall leather boots ending in hooves like all the mares, sank into the mud. Before them lay a long, worn log reeking of filth, over which they had to squat. Goblins armed with whips walked around, watching as mares relieved themself. Ana felt their contemptuous and expectant gazes. "Come on, beast, take a dump, don't waste time!" one of the goblins bellowed, striking Ana's neighbor with his whip across her hips. After this humiliating ritual, they were washed and their tails were reinserted into their backsides. Then they were fed and watered. The food was coarse and tasteless, but Ana devoured it hungrily, having been starved since the previous afternoon. She knew another grueling day lay ahead. After breakfast, the mares were divided into groups. Some were put on a manual mill, where they walked in circles for hours, powering the farm's simple machinery. Their muscles burned with exertion, and sweat poured from their battered bodies. Others were harnessed to carts and made to haul heavy loads along bumpy roads, their hooves sinking into the dust. Some were sent riding to gather crops from human plots, bringing back vegetables and fruits for further processing. After lunch, while all the mares continued their exhausting work, Grokh freed Ana from her studies and took the mare to race training. He obviously noticed that Ana was stronger and faster than the local mares and decided to train her as a racing mare, though he had no idea how to do it. He saddled her and climbed onto her back. They rode beyond the farm, and Ana felt his heavy body pressing down on her back. "Faster, beast!" he yelled, whipping her thighs with his riding crop. Ana ran until her lungs burned with fire and her legs buckled with fatigue. Sometimes, unable to bear the strain, she collapsed to the ground, her body shaking with exhaustion. But Grokh mercilessly forced her to rise. "You must be stronger, beast!" he growled, whipping her again. After thoroughly "training" her, he sent her back to the stable, where she was scrubbed with stiff brushes, scraping the dirt from her body. Ana gritted her teeth as the brush left red marks on her skin. Then she was tied up for the night, chained to the wall, and she could rest and gather strength for the next day. Ana lay on the dirty straw, her body aching with pain. She repeated to herself that she had to survive, and promised herself that she would find a way to escape and take revenge on the Icemen who sent her on this "mission". But for now, she submitted to the harsh routine of the farm, knowing that her life currently belonged to Grokh. New owner. At dawn, Ana was awakened by a kick to her ribs. The other mares were still asleep. She was allowed to relieve herself, dressed, fed, and led out onto the road. Without a word, Grokh saddled her and rode beyond the farm fence. The journey was long and tiring, but Ana saw no sign of her master taking any extra supplies. When they arrived at their destination after several hours, her body ached with fatigue. "Are you ready, Ana?" Grokh asked, looking at her with hope. 'For what?' the mare wondered mentally. It turned out they were to participate in a race. The race began, and Ana felt her legs carrying her forward. She ran with all her might, exhausted from the past few weeks, but she did not give up. She knew she had to run. Her human life had taught her that if you compete, you must strive to win. She had always strives to be the best at everything! When she crossed the finish line first, her heart swelled with joy and pride. She had done it, despite all the hardships and pain. Grokh was ecstatic, his eyes shining with pride for his mare. "You were magnificent, Ana!" he exclaimed, patting her back. For the first time, she was given mare's fruit, and she felt its sweet taste fill her body with energy and excitement. She immediately realized that the taste was familiar to her. It was exactly like the ice cream that North had treated her to on their dates at the Base. At that moment, Rokh approached them. He carefully examined Ana and spoke to Grokh: "You've done well with this mare, but you don't know how to train her," he said. "You can't combine plowing and racing; you'll ruin her." Grokh frowned but knew Rokh was right. He did not want to lose Ana but understood she deserved better. Besides, she had come to him for free, and now money was coming his way. "How much are you offering?" Grokh asked, looking at Rokh. Rokh named his price, and Grokh agreed. He knew it was good money, and he could buy himself a new mare to ride home and still have a nice sum left. Add to this the prize money and the trip was quite profitable. "I'll take her," Rokh said, handing the money to Grokh. Grokh took the money and went to buy a local riding mare. Everyone was satisfied except Ana, whom no one had asked. Ana felt her heart break into pieces. She was moving further away from possible freedom. If the humans could find her on Grokh's farm, she did not know where her new master lived, nor did her former owner. "How quickly you've grown accustomed to your slavery, Nastya," thought the mare Ana, lowering her head to kiss the feet of her new master and preparing to accept his whip. She did not have to wait long. *** When Rokh and Ana left the village, the sun was already setting, painting the sky in warm hues. Rokh had dressed her in a soft, quality harness and new, light boots. Ana felt her body adapting to the new sensations. Over a couple of hours, during which she was thoroughly washed, her legs massaged, and she was redressed, while Rokh finished his business, she managed to rest but was glad when they stopped for the night in the forest. Everything seemed strange and new to Ana then. Rokh dismounted from her back, threw a foot chain over her ankles, and began to remove the saddle. She felt relieved when the weight disappeared. He carefully pulled out her tail, which was always inserted into her backside, and she felt the blood begin to circulate through her sphincter. On Grokh's farm, the tail was only removed for defecation. "You did well today, Ana; I'm pleased with you," Rokh said. These were his first words to her. He loosened the harness but left her hands and ankles bound. She felt the straps loosen but still held her. Rokh laid her on her back. He felt her chest and grunted approvingly; it looked firm and comfortable. "You will be my bed for tonight, Ana," he said, and she felt him settle on her belly, placing his head on one of her breasts. Ana lay on the ground, her body trembling slightly with fatigue and new sensations. Rokh arranged himself on her, his weight pressing on her stomach and chest, and she felt his warmth. She did not know what to expect but felt safe despite the strangeness of the situation. She was a healthy adult woman, five and a half feet tall, a trained fighter in the space fleet's guard, feeling protected by this small creature half her height and a fifth her weight. She also felt grateful to this goblin who had saved her from Grokh, the idiot who was killing her. At dawn, Rokh woke up and climbed off her, stretching and smiling. "You have the most comfortable body I've ever slept on," he said jokingly, and she felt her heart beat faster with a mix of shame and pride. *** Now, recalling that moment, Ana understands that everything has become routine. She has grown accustomed to her body serving not only for work but also for Rokh's rest. She has grown accustomed to his jokes and his touches. But back then, the first time, everything seemed so strange and new, and she did not know what to expect from the future. Life on the Rokh's Farm. There is no more hope. Ana remembered the day Rokh brought her to his farm. Her body, immediately marked with a second brand, trembled with pain. The ritual of accepting her master passed in a haze; her consciousness clung to the hope of freedom, but reality was merciless. She was fed heartily, more than the other mares, in an attempt to restore her strength, which had been undermined by the farmer's abuse. Every bite of food seemed like a bitter reminder of her lost freedom, but she ate, knowing she would need her strength. One day, standing tied to a long lead outside Rokh's house, her hands bound as usual and her mouth gagged, but her legs free from the foot chain, she saw her master escorting the very same goblin who had led her to the human farmer. Ana saw a chance. She managed to loosen the lead with her lips. Her heart pounded as she pursued the goblin on her mare, feeling the wind blowing through her mane. She galloped toward the base, her soul filled with hope. She reached the gates. But her hopes were dashed when an unfamiliar guard, looking at her indifferently, did not let her into the base, instead calling the same goblin. "Looks like she got lost," the guard said to the goblin. "Take her back to her owners; they must be worried." "I'm sure they'll find her by her tracks; it's not hard for a goblin. Let her stand at the hitching post until morning." "You've made a mistake, mare," the goblin said softly, leading Ana by the leash. "You can't escape from goblins. According to the documents, Anastasia Belov left for the Big World a long time ago, leaving no coordinates." Her heart ached with pain and despair. She felt abandoned, forgotten. She was tied to the outer hitching post, where she stood all night, trembling with cold and fear. There was no one around, only darkness and silence. Only in the middle of the night the guard who had not let her into the base came and raped her without saying a word. Maybe he really thought she was a mindless animal, but that didn't stop him. At dawn, she heard the familiar sound of hooves. It was Rokh. The same goblin from the base received a bag of money from him like "reward the lost property". She felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Her eyes filled with tears, but she knew crying was useless. Her life now completely belonged to Rokh. Her soul screamed with pain, but she remained silent, knowing that no one would hear her voice. *** When Rokh and Ana approached the farm, the sun was already setting, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and gold. Ana felt tired after the long journey, but her thoughts were occupied with memories of the past. As they neared the house, Rokh noticed a guest—the same goblin from the Base that Ana had been thinking about the day before. The goblin stood next to an unusual gift. Ana couldn't believe her eyes: "Bitch O'Donnell" stood naked, tied to the punishment sawhorses. Her body trembled with cold and fear. Rokh dismounted from Ana and approached the goblin: "Who is this? I didn't order any new mares," he said, eyeing the woman tied to the sawhorses with interest. "This is for you. A gift," the goblin said, pointing to the girl. "She was responsible for the Base's mail with the outside world and seems to have uncovered the scheme by which the Base management transports mares to this planet for sale to us." "Very interesting. Shall we draw up parchment for another wild mare?" "I can write you a bill of sale for one gold piece," the goblin offered. "No need, we'll figure it out ourselves," Rokh accepted the gift, and the bound O'Donnell was carried into the stable. She was placed in Karana's vacant spot, which was next to Ana's. A little later, Ana herself was brought to spend the night in the stable. "Hey, O'Donnell, are you still alive?" "Alive," the woman luckily hadn't been gagged. "And who are you?" "Mare Ana." "Good joke." "It's not a joke. I'm a slave, a mare belonging to a goblin named Rokh. My mare name is Ana, as written on my forehead. But once I was called Anastasia Belov. A couple of years ago, I was sent from the base to conduct a scientific experiment, which, as you understand, was successful." "I don't remember. As far as I understand, over three years, 25 women were transported from the base to the goblins." "Now 26." "I'll escape." "Where to? The way off this planet is through the Base." "Damn!" "Better tell me how they do it all?" "They have accomplices in the personnel departments of the Fleet and the Civilian Sector," Kayla explained. "They select girls with good physical fitness and awards for discipline. They secretly transport them from the Base and sell them to goblins through an intermediary. I wanted to report to our management in the sector, but obviously, my contact on the other side is also working with them. I was arrested tonight, tied up, and brought here in a cart by the goblins." "Tell me, Ana, what will happen to me now?" "In the morning, they will put a collar, harness, saddle on you, insert a tail into your ass, and make you run in circles on the training arena with some goblin on your back. Let's sleep. I ran almost double the daily distance today, and I doubt I'll get a day off tomorrow." Ana was wrong; she certainly didn't get a day off. But the next morning, Kayla, as O'Donnell was called, was not dressed in a harness but sent to the orcs for "re-education". Ana remembered her experience with the orcs after her failed escape to the Base. She was left with the orcs for two days, and those two days were filled with horror and pain. Visiting the orcs. The orcs greeted her with rough cries and laughter. They removed her harness, tied her to a pole in the center of their camp. Her body was on display for all to see, and she felt the orcs' gazes burning her skin. They started by whipping her, their strikes cruel and merciless. She quickly realized the difference between the blows of seven-foot orcs and the efforts of goblins. No, the goblins also hit hard, but here it was a whole different level of pain. It seemed that each blow split her body in half. She screamed in pain, but her cries only fueled their cruelty. She was untied from the pole and led to the sawhorses standing in the same field. Similar to those in Rokh's yard. After tying her to the sadistic device, they left her alone for a while. Not for long. One or another orc approached the sprawled woman and groped her. Their hands were cruel and merciless; they pulled her breasts by the rings, inserted their crooked fingers with sharp claws into all her orifices. And she felt her body being torn apart with pain. Then, closer to the evening, when all the orcs except the guards gathered in the camp, they began to rape her. Their members were huge. They penetrated her again; she tried to squeeze her knees, but they, with their enormous hands, spread her legs. Their rough movements caused unbearable pain. She tried to mentally distance herself, to retreat into her thoughts, but the pain was too strong. She was raped for two days. Almost non-stop. She wasn't fed. She wasn't allowed to sleep. The orcs returning from patrol replaced their companions tired from the violence, and everything started again. The woman serving the orcs, a descendant of the colonists, gave her water when she had the chance. During the rare breaks between rapes, she saw how the woman was constantly stopped by resting orcs, and at their command, she leaned against a nearby tree or got on all fours to receive the master's member into herself. Or she knelt beside Ana and aroused the wilted members of the rapists with her mouth, as well as cleaned them of secretions. In fact, these two processes were often combined, and a member, just cleaned, was sent back to get dirty in the poor women vaginas. *** She remembered every moment, every second of this horror, and this memory still made her tremble with fear and revulsion. She wondered how Kayla was doing, who was now going through the same thing.