Ana's Adventures

Three days later, Kayla was returned to the farm, brought in a cart pulled by four mares. Her body was covered in a net of whip marks, with barely a patch of unmarked skin. Clearly, the white freckled skin of the heir to the proud rulers of Tirconel kingdom had provoked a special sadism in the local orcs. She lay in the stall, her body trembling with pain and shock. For two days, her body recovered, covered in a layer of antiseptic cream from head to toe. Her eyes were empty, her gaze absent. Taking advantage of the fact that 'she's resting anyway,' the goblins subjected her to their usual procedures. They pierced her nipples and hung rings on them. She screamed, but of course, her cries of pain went unnoticed. Right in the stall, they pulled out her molars; her body shuddered with pain, but she did not resist. When they weren't tormenting her, Kayla showed no reaction to what was happening; her gaze remained empty. She refused to speak to Ana, or to anyone for that matter. She didn't respond with gestures either. After a week, goblins began to take her out of the stall. Her body slowly recovered, her nipples and gums healed, and they began to prepare her for her new life. They washed her; the rough hands of the goblins slid over her skin, cleaning off the dirt and sweat. Then they dressed her in a harness. Leather straps tightly hugged her body, emphasizing her figure. Her chest was bound with straps, and bells were hung on her nipples. Her hands and feet were tied, and a bit was placed on her head, forcing her to hold her head high. They began to teach her to balance on hoof-like boots. They made her walk on a narrow board; her body trembled with tension, but she learned. Her feet were clad in heavy boots, which made it easier to keep her balance, and she learned to walk without falling. She was put under the saddle and behaved like a local mare, unresponsive to any external stimuli except the goblins' commands. She performed the masters' orders quickly and diligently and never broke the rules. "Look what I've taught her," one of Rokh's assistants stopped him in the backyard. He turned to Kayla standing before him. It was early morning; the slaves were in various states of readiness. Kayla had obviously just used the toilet and now stood bent over, waiting for the goblin to help her. The young man snapped his fingers, and the slave quickly turned around, fell to her knees, and, arching her back, presented her backside to the goblin. "Great, right? With two snaps, she stands under the saddle, and with three, she lies down for the night under the goblin. That is, she just lies on her back, spreading her legs. She doesn't know yet how we will use her in this position. And with such tits, it will be very comfortable to sleep on her," he continued chattering, wiping the mare's ass and inserting a tail into it. "Master, when will we brand her? She is quite ready for the ritual." "Where is the master?" he suddenly asked the mare. Without getting up from her knees, she quickly turned and pressed her lips to Rokh's boot. Surprised, he almost jumped back and lashed the slave's back with the whip he held in his hand. The mare did not even flinch, continuing to keep her face pressed to the master's boot. "Heat up the brand!" Rokh shouted towards the forge. He swung for the next blow. The mare still did not move until she was ordered to kiss the hand with the whip and go to the forge to receive the brand. She obeyed unquestioningly. As she recovered, it turned out that Kayla was a fairly fast runner. Her muscles grew quickly and became more defined. The fat quickly disappeared. Her body raced along the farm tracks, her legs carrying her forward, but her gaze remained empty. She became the center's favorite; her body was the perfect instrument, but her mind seemed to refuse to turn on. Ana looked at Kayla, and her heart was breaking with pain and compassion. She knew that her soul was crushed too, but she still clung to her mind. To her life. She knew that there was no hope for freedom, but she still wanted to live. And that meant surviving day by day. *** When Rokh realized that he did not need two elite mares, he began to look for a new owner for Ana. He did not have an elite rider and saw no point in keeping two expensive mares. Soon, Ana was sold to a passing merchant whose son, Khorkh, dreamed of a career as a racing rider. Ana set off on her journey again, her heart full of anxiety and uncertainty. The merchant's team was impressive: a dozen goblins, four orc guards who kept to the shadows and followed the caravan in parallel, and two freight and one passenger cart, each pulled by four freight mares. In addition, there were four more mares for the riders. Ana became the fifth and was immediately taken by Khorkh. He gave his mare to the orcs for the night for entertainment and ordered Ana to be prepared for himself. Ana lay on the bare ground, for some reason they did not lay the usual mat in such cases. Her body trembled with cold but also with excitement. She heard the screams of the mare given to the orcs nearby, and her heart ached with horror and at the same time boiled with adrenaline. The young goblin, who was clearly not indifferent to the mare, did not sleep. His hands were rough and persistent, sliding over her body from her face to her perineum. He caressed her, pinched her, twisted her nipples, kneaded her breasts, and scratched her vagina with his nails, but she felt his excitement growing. His touches were rough, but he constantly hit her erogenous zones, making her body respond. Khorkh was clearly flirting with her and trying to arouse her. He promised to whip her in the morning if she couldn't cum, and this threat made her heart beat faster. Rokh often rewarded his mares in this way, and Ana was accustomed to cumming from the goblin's fingers. She felt her skin burning from his touch. But Khorkh was young and inexperienced, and also very drunk. He was clearly trying to please Ana, too. She felt her body responding to his touch, and her soul began to melt, despite all the humiliation. She knew that her body was just an instrument for his entertainment, but in this role she found strange satisfaction. But she could not reach the peak, despite the efforts of the young master. At some point, tired from the day, instead of cumming, she simply sank into a dream world. Her last lover called it subspace, but perhaps she simply passed out. When morning came, Khorkh woke her up with a kick to the face. His eyes sparkled with excitement and expectation. He ordered her to get up and prepare for the new day. Ana slowly rose; her body ached with pain and fatigue. She knew that a new day of humiliation and suffering awaited her. The caravan servant wiped Ana down, preparing her for the new day's journey. His rough hands slid over her body, cleaning off the traces of the night, and she felt her skin burning with shame and excitement that had not subsided since the night. Meanwhile, Khorkh was getting ready for the new day. Before the caravan set off, Horch, as promised, spanked Ana. He started with light blows, but gradually got more intense, his whip burned her skin, and she screamed in pain. The spanking itself was completely undeserved, but when it was over, Ana kissed the goblin's limb. He smiled brightly and, hitting her breasts again, extended his hand for a kiss. He liked this game. Then he climbed onto her, and by his breathing, she felt his excitement growing. He ran his claws over her withers, and she felt her skin burning from his touches. "You must learn to come on my command," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and unpleasant. "Otherwise, I will whip you every time you fail to do so." A similar scenario continued for all three nights until they reached the merchant's villa. Every night, one of the mares was sent to the orcs, and her screams filled the air for a good part of the night. Khorkh tormented Ana; his hands and body caused her pain and humiliation but also strange pleasure. She listened to the screams of the next victim and knew that the same awaited her if she could not satisfy Khorkh's perverted fantasies. "Find me a thicker plug, preferably without hair," he ordered the caravan servant on the second evening of their journey together. "I want you to insert it into Ana for the whole night." The servants found a plug of the right size and inserted it into Ana when they put her to bed. On the first night, she could not sleep for a long time, feeling how it stretched her from the inside. She heard from Khorkh's breathing that he had fallen asleep, but she could not relax. Towards morning, she fell into a restless sleep. And she could not come to her senses in the morning until she received her morning whipping. "Put the clips on her labia for the night," he ordered the following evening. "As far as I can tell, the plug in her anus doesn't excite her very much. But put it in again anyway. I want her to be aroused all night, even in her sleep." And they put clothespins on her lower lips. It was very painful. Playing with her breasts with his clawed fingers, he constantly moved the clothespins with his bare feet. She did not understand how he wanted her to come without sexual stimulation, only from pain and command, but she could not explain his mistake to him. She thought with horror about what else her creative master would come up with.