Ana's Adventures

      The journey unexpectedly came to an end. The caravan arrived at the merchant's villa. That same evening upon arrival Ana was taken to the smithy. She needed to be branded again. She knew there would be pain, but she had already grown accustomed to this ritual. The brand was applied by an experienced blacksmith, who also applied a healing cream to the burn and attached a leaf from a plant resembling plantain on top. Khorh whipped her without restraint, not thinking about the fact that the traces of his previous executions had not yet healed. But Ana found the strength to perform her part of the ritual, kissing the foot and hand of the teenager, as tradition required.       She hoped that after this, she would be allowed to rest in the stall. But that was not the case. It was still not late in the evening, and Khorh was going to meet his friends at a tavern located a fifteen-minute run from the villa. He decided to take Ana with him and show her to his friends. She felt her body trembling with fatigue and her fresh brand burning, but what could she do?       On the way to the tavern, the tireless Khorh kept urging her on with his whip, eager to show her to his friends. However, upon arrival, Khorh left her at the entrance, hastily tying her to an external hitching post. She knelt there, unable to stand, trembling with fatigue. Next to her, some on their feet, some on their knees, stood five more mares. Most likely, these were the mares of Khorh's friends. Despite the absence of visible owners nearby, everyone was silent. Ana simply didn't have the strength to talk, and the local mares had no desire for communication.       Finally, after some time, Khorh emerged from the tavern with his friends. Ana felt herself being roughly pulled by the lead. She struggled to her feet, beaten, dirty from the road, with a fresh burn in place of the new brand. "Look at my new racing mare!" Khorh exclaimed, clearly wanting to impress his friends. Ana felt herself being examined and evaluated again, like an object. Since she wasn't ordered to present herself, she stood without changing her pose. "Are you crazy?" one of Khorh's friends said, shaking his head. "After such a long journey and branding, she should have been left at home. She looks exhausted." "Khorh, you're really thoughtless! Who rides an elite mare to a drinking party?" another added. "You'll be riding home at night, drunk yourself, it's dark all around, and unlike us, mares can't see in the dark. One wrong move, and she could break her leg. And if you're not lying that she's a racing mare, her legs are worth a lot." "What makes you think I'm lying? Let's arrange races in a few days. You'll see what she's capable of," Khorh exclaimed, disappointed by his friends' lack of admiration for his new toy. "Alright, I get it," he said, waving his hand. "But just look at her! Isn't she magnificent?"       Khorh's friends exchanged glances and, sighing, decided not to continue the argument. Instead, they brought two other mares, locals, who were standing nearby. These mares were not as valuable in their eyes as Ana, and at the order of the young goblins, they knelt and bent over, assuming the position desired by their owners.       It was a position for some cruel game resembling darts. Ana watched as they laughed and joked, throwing small darts at the mares' buttocks, trying to hit the base of the plug with the tip. The women screamed as the darts pierced their buns, and the goblins laughed heartily when a dart remained stuck in a buttock. Ana observed the local youths' entertainment and thought that life on Rokh's farm had been an exception to the lives of most women on this planet. Yes, she was made to follow rules, she was in captivity, she was punished, but she had never felt such a sense of humiliation and helplessness.        "It's late already, let's stop playing," Khorh said when the game began to grow tiresome. "Let's go back to the tavern and have another drink for the road."       The friends enthusiastically agreed and left the mares, returning to the tavern. Silence reigned; Ana knelt and thought that at the moment she had only one desire—for this day to finally end and for her to be left alone in some stall. She was damn tired of the company of goblins.              When Khorh finally returned, he was even more drunk and crueler than usual. He made her run again, lashing her exhausted body with his riding crop. She felt her strength leaving her, but she knew she had to endure. ***       Ana's life at the villa was filled with training, pain, and the strange amusements of the young goblin. A trainer was assigned to her to train her as a mare, and Khorh as a rider. Khorh was young and inexperienced, but his desire was strong, and he wanted to learn everything that could bring him pleasure. And the life of a jockey seemed exciting to him.       He was also captivated by his evening entertainment with Ana. Through experimentation, even from games with local mares, Khorh realized that due to the size difference, he wouldn't be able to "play" normally with a mare. The idea was suggested by the trainer. They hired a healer to sew up her vagina, leaving a small hole where a goblin's finger could fit. Or not a finger. The operation was painful, with no anesthesia. As always, the goblin antiseptics were excellent, and after three or four days post-surgery, she felt that her vagina had healed. And she also realized how she would now satisfy Khorh.       Khorh came up with a way that he thought would give him maximum pleasure.. He made Ana get on all fours, spreading her legs and pressing her chest to the ground. Her entire perineum was exposed, and he could throw her tail over her back and insert his micro member into her sewn-up vagina. Simultaneously, he used a whip to create "additional excitement," and Ana felt her skin burning with pain and, surprisingly, pleasure. There were no painful sensations from the goblin's thrusts. But for Ana to climax, the movement of a member the diameter of a pencil was not enough. Every time the little pervert climaxed, sex turned into a beating. Khorh whipped her, and her body trembled with pain, but she knew she had to endure.       The trainer, who was aware of Khorh's amusements, came up with the idea of giving Ana a Fruit before sex that aroused mares. The advice was timely. Under the influence of the Fruit, Ana managed to climax the first time within a few minutes. Encouraged by the success, Khorh began giving Ana the Fruit every day, and every day she became more and more aroused. She clearly became addicted to this Fruit like a drug, and her body, having received its dose, began to tremble with excitement even before the young goblin's exercises began. But during the hours when she wasn't training and wasn't under the influence of the Fruit, she was in a strange apathy. She began to resemble a local mare to herself.       One evening, when the hustle and bustle at the villa had subsided, Khorh left Ana outside in front of his house, forgetting to tie her legs for some reason. She had received her dose of sex an hour ago, the effect of the Fruit hadn't worn off, but there was no sexual hunger, and her mind was almost clear. "This is my chance," Ana thought, feeling the adrenaline fill her body.       She realized that even if she managed to escape, she had nowhere to go on this entire planet. In the forest, with her hands tied, she would most likely die of hunger. But she hoped to at least get away, perhaps to another domain, so there would be a chance that she wouldn't be returned to this pervert.       Carefully, so as not to attract attention, she began to pull with her lips at the knot of the leads to which she was tied. The knot was simple, and she succeeded. Slaves on this planet rarely escaped not because they were tightly bound, but because they had nowhere to run.       She cautiously made her way out of the yard and headed into the forest. Ana ran without looking back, her heart beating in time with her steps. "Where am I running? What will I do?" thoughts swirled in her head. But she didn't stop, knowing she had to get as far away as possible.       But her freedom was short-lived. At dawn, as she continued to run, she literally flew past two riders. Khorh's friends, passing by on their mares, couldn't help but notice and recognize her. "Look, it's Khorh's mare!" one of them exclaimed. "She escaped! We have to catch her!" the other replied.       Despite the surprise of the encounter, she didn't slow down. But apparently, rodeo was a well-known sport on this planet. One of the goblins, with a practiced motion, tore the bolas from his saddle, swung it a couple of times over his head, and with a cry, threw it at the mare's legs. A second later, her legs were bound. She fell to the ground, and her hopes for freedom were dashed. "Get on your knees, beast!" one of the goblins ordered, approaching her. Ana hesitated but knew that resistance would only worsen her situation. She slowly rose to her knees.       "You dared to escape?" the other said, striking her on the cheek. She felt her cheek burning with pain, but she remained silent. No one expected answers from her. He hit her on the cheeks, carefully searching for something in her eyes. But the effect of the Fruit had worn off overnight, and she was sinking into her usual apathy. Finally, after delivering a dozen blows and convincing himself of something known only to him, the goblin stopped the execution and, tying her to a long lead, led her back to the villa. She hadn't run far; most likely, at night she had just been running in a big circle.        When they brought her to the villa, Khorh was already waiting. He looked angry and disappointed. "I thought you liked our games, especially now that we've sewn you up and I've taught you to climax," he said, looking at her with contempt. "I can see and feel that you're turned on by me."       Ana was silent, knowing that her body responded to his touches, but that didn't mean she shared his perverted desires. She couldn't explain this to her master. She climaxed and hated herself for it, hated him for what he was doing to her. "You've disappointed me, Ana," Khorh continued. "But I'll find a way to make you enjoy life in my stall. I'll have breakfast now, and then I'll take you to the orcs. If you don't like it with me, try it with the orcs."       Ana lost consciousness. She came to from slaps to her much-suffered cheeks. The healer who had once sewn up her vagina was hitting her. "You've become too tender with your mares," the goblin laughed. "What have you done to scare the poor animal so much? She's clearly in shock." "This creature escaped last night. I want to send her to the orcs for 're-education' for a couple of days." "That's your right. She deserves it. But she's clearly an expensive mare, and your father won't be happy about such a loss. In her current state, she clearly won't survive a meeting with the orcs. You can't explain it to them. And they will tear her hole, which we adapted for you."       Khorh thought about it. The decision was made quickly. He respected his father and hadn't thought about his reaction to his amusement. But the mare still needed to be punished for escaping. "Tie her to the post."       The stable workers lifted Ana, who had come to her senses, off the ground with kicks, led her to a tall post standing in the middle of the yard, and one of them, climbing up a ladder, fastened the ring in Ana's collar to a hook on the post. Khorh took out a heavy whip intended for such punishments and delivered the first blow. Ana's body burned as if with a red-hot iron. Then came the second blow, the third... Each blow was precise and painful. She screamed, but her cries only fueled his cruelty. Then he grew tired of her screams, ordered the bit to be removed from her mouth, and a gag to be inserted. Waiting for the order to be carried out, he continued the punishment. Then she was left tied to the post all night, without food or water. Her body trembled with pain and cold; there wasn't a single coherent thought in her head. Run - where? Live - why?