Ana's Adventures

      Ana's life had turned into an endless cycle of training, competitions, and daily sexual humiliations.       She was awakened at dawn, when the sky was just beginning to lighten, and was prepared for the day. She was fed and made to eat as much as possible. Khorh remembered the healer's words about the possible reaction of his father to the emaciated appearance of an expensive slave and ordered her to be fed intensively. Every day now began with grueling exercises with weights. Anya had to perform an endless number of exercise routines, and it paid off - her muscles grew and became more defined. "Faster, beast!" the trainer shouted, watching her workout. His voice was sharp and merciless, and she knew she had to speed up. She felt her body trembling with fatigue, but she continued to move, knowing that a long day awaited her and that these exercises with the log were not the worst part of it.       After the morning training, it was time for training races. She had to compete with other mares, with Khorh's friends acting as jockeys. She was much faster than the other mares, so they were given a lap's head start. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she raced down the track. Her legs carried her forward, and the wind whistled in her ears. Khorh, now experienced, no longer lashed her buttocks meaninglessly. This was the best part of the day. "Yah!" Khorh shouted as she crossed the finish line. His voice was full of pride and excitement, and she knew she had met his expectations. A satisfied master meant the possibility of living a day without an evening spanking. In the meantime, evening sexual entertainment was still on the table.       In the evenings, in the gazebo deep in the garden, Khorh awaited her. With a snap of his fingers, he ordered her to assume his favorite position, and she knew she had to obey. She felt her body beginning to get aroused as she took the familiar stance, responding as usual to his touch. She hated herself for it. She didn't want to be a masochist; she didn't want to take pleasure from pain and humiliation, but her body had been trained to respond. "You must take pleasure, Ana," the young master said from behind her. "Climax!" It was humiliating and profoundly insulting, but her body followed the order.       In the nights, his trainer awaited her. He appreciated the idea of his young master and, putting Ana in position for sex, also took his share of pleasure. He was not as emotional as Khorh, and it didn't matter to him whether Ana climaxed or not. He was interested in his satisfaction and her unconditional submission. And she knew she had to submit. ***       They began taking her to the races that were held in small towns in the area. She regularly finished in the top three. Most often, she won and received the prize Fruit. And it was wonderful, but it reminded her of sex with the master and the trainer. And, despite the sexual satisfaction, it was not wonderful.              For some reason, getting relief from the master's fingers or a smuggled device was not shameful; it was genuinely perceived as a reward. Full-fledged sex with an alien creature of another race continued to seem like a perversion to her.       'I'm probably a xenophobe; the HR department wouldn't approve of this,' the girl joked to herself.       Most often, the races were not far away, within a day's journey. They stayed overnight in inns at the arenas, but sometimes it took longer to get there. On the way to such tournaments, they spent the night under the open sky. The inns would not have appreciated Khorh's amusements with his slave.       Once, when they were traveling to such races, Khorh announced that he had a new idea. They stopped in a clearing surrounded by a dense forest where no one could see them. Khorh and his trainer began to laugh, looking at Ana, who was trembling, expecting nothing good for herself from Khorh's ideas. "Look how she trembles," Khorh said, looking at Ana. "She is perfect for our new game. Her mouth and vagina will satisfy us simultaneously." "Show me; I don't understand how this is possible yet," the trainer asked, smiling. Ana once again felt humiliated and helpless.              The thought flashed through her mind that even in a bound state, she could kick two perverts to death. The next thought was a picture of her, bound, dying of hunger right there, next to the bodies of the masters. 'Damn, such thoughts must be driven away. Any thoughts must be driven away. You just have to obey.'       They forced her to kneel and lean forward, her hands tied behind her back, her legs spread apart. "Open your mouth wider," Khorh ordered, inserting a specially made ring gag with a small hole into her mouth. She felt the rubber pressing against her tongue and gums and realized what was in store for her now.       And she was not mistaken in her expectations. Within seconds, the trainer positioned himself behind her as usual, and the young goblin enthusiastically rustled his small member in her mouth. "When she submits, and I can trust her, we can try without the gag. For now, I'm afraid. What if she bites off? Look at her teeth! On the other hand, you can pull out all your teeth." the goblin chattered contentedly. His release did not keep him waiting long. "No, it won't work. A toothless mare is a sick mare. No one will buy her when you get tired of her. Your dad won't approve." - the trainer said doubtfully, continuing to pound Ana's stitched vagina. "Bon appetite, animal!" Khorh continued to joke, ejaculating into her mouth. The semen was rather unpleasant in taste, but there was less than a teaspoon of it, so the taste could be tolerated. The problem was that with the gag in her mouth, she couldn't swallow it. "You know that the master's urine is good for you, and I am a good caring master. If you don't swallow, I'll whip you. And then I'll make you swallow anyway," Khorh said when a new idea came to him. Removing the gag, he forced Ana to open her mouth wider, and she felt his warm stream of salty liquid pouring into her mouth. The urine tasted better than semen and washed it away, so it was disgusting but tolerable. Obediently, she began to swallow. "Now you're a toilet too," Khorh said with satisfaction, laughing. ***       At one of the tournament, Ana unexpectedly met Karana. The race was tough, and the competitors were young, fierce, and aggressive. Ana noticed Karana at the start. Karana moved smoothly and skillfully, as if she herself could feel the wind shadow from the flags and the sliding of the hooves on the sandy track. Knowing that Karana, due to her build, could push like a tank, Ana tried to stay behind her. They surged ahead on the final turn and, giving it their all at the finish, ended the race first and second.       But then she saw Karana's legs tangle, and she fell onto the sand of the arena. Obviously, her jockey wanted to approach the stands impressively, where the owners of the mares who did not want to be jockeys themselves were sitting, and pulled on the reins at the moment when Karana relaxed after winning. She tried to perform the unexpected maneuver, but her legs got tangled, and Karana crashed onto the sand. Jockey barely managed to jump off. Ana, in a wild leap, jumped over her lying friend and stopped, almost throwing her rider out of the saddle.              Ana finished the race in second place and, after receiving the due punishment from Khorh as a mare who made it to the prize place, ended up in the stall next to Karana. She really wanted to talk to her but had no opportunity. She saw how Karana was suffering, and it made her heart ache with pain. Some goblin lady was sitting nearby and was obviously the mistress of her friend.       Karana's jockey and Ana's trainer stood nearby, watching the healer tend to Karana. "Is she okay?" the mistress of Karana asked, seeing that the healer had finished applying a tight bandage to the freed ankle of the poor mare. "It depends on what you mean by okay," the healer replied. "She should not put weight on her leg for several weeks; she should not carry a rider for a couple of months. And most likely, her career as a racing mare is over for her. You need to find her a cart to take her home. Or rent a stall here. You can rent from me so that my stable hands can monitor her recovery." "Thank you for the offer, but I think we will take her home. Murr will arrange for her transportation," the mistress replied.       Ana's trainer was talking to Karana's jockey in the neighboring stall. At their command, Ana stood up with her legs bent and spread as wide as the leg chain would allow, her body leaning forward, giving the goblins better access to all the details they were interested in. "Your mare is really good; her muscles are excellent. A great rarity. But why is she so exhausted?" Murr asked, checking the elasticity of the mare's gluteal muscles, tense in this position. He ran his palm along the inside of her thigh. Ana trembled with sudden excitement. The young pervert's training had not been in vain. Murr looked in surprise at the mare's stitched vagina, dripping with juice, and removed his hand. "Her owner is a young man, the son of a wealthy merchant. He doesn't quite understand how to own an elite race mare. He uses her in all sorts of ways, often not for her intended purpose. For some reason, he trained her to get excited every time a goblin touches her intimate parts," the trainer replied, modestly keeping silent about his role in the human mare's torment. "Ana is an excellent racehorse, and she can become the pride of any house that has race mares." Murr nodded. "I will talk to Lady Linya. She should understand that this mare will be an excellent acquisition. The prize money for first place should be enough."       He continued to watch Ana, knowing that she could become their new hope. And Ana, who understood most of the conversation, looked at Karana through the lattice wall of the stall and desperately hoped for changes in her fate. ***       The merchant abruptly pushed open the stall door, and his eyes were met with a horrifying sight. He had heard rumors about what was going on in his estate, but he did not expect to see such a thing with his own eyes. Khorh, his son, was positioned behind his mare, thrusting his member into her vagina. In Khorh's hands was a mare's whip, with which he was visibly enjoying lashing her back, leaving red marks on it. Ana knelt submissively, accepting him. Submitting to him. "What are you doing, Khorh?!" the merchant exclaimed, his voice trembling with anger. Khorh turned around, his eyes full of surprise and fear. "Father, I just..." "What are you just?!" the merchant interrupted him, coming closer. "Do you even realize what you're doing? Who put it into your head to have sex with a mare?! With a human?! It's disgusting!"       Ana felt herself blushing with shame. She knew the merchant was right and that her position was humiliating and wrong. Even more humiliating than being a mare to the little green bastards. She understood that little depended on her, no one asked about her desires, but she was ashamed anyway. And there was also a sense of relief from the realization that the father of her master, her real owner, did not share her master's hobbies.       Khorh lowered his head, his whip fell to the ground. He recoiled from the mare as if she were contagious. Ana was afraid to move. She had already gotten used to the fact that with any trouble, her young master always blamed her. "I didn't think..." "That's for sure. You never think about the consequences of your actions!" the merchant continued. "Do you know how other goblins will react to this? They will turn away from us; we will lose all our partners! No one will want to deal with a family of perverts!" "But I know, I saw how stable workers arouse mares with their fingers," the confused boy tried to justify himself. "With their fingers, son, with their fingers! Because mares need sexual relief. If you take them to their men, they get pregnant. And with fingers, or even better with a special device, no one will condemn. Every goblin who deals with mares knows how important to give a racing mare an orgasm. They works better and submits more willingly.       But we are talking about how a goblin stimulates a mare and gives her relief. But under no circumstances should a mare give a goblin relief; a goblin should not have sex with anyone other than a goblin woman. Not with a human, not with an orc! Orcs can have sex with humans, but they are savages. We are not savages. Do you understand, son?" the life-experienced goblin explained. "I have decided to sell this mare as far away as possible. I have already received an offer from a girl, the daughter of the late Lady Alchmaria, the owner of a huge estate two days north. She is looking for a promising racing mare as a gift for her boyfriend. I think this will be a good solution."              They talked as they left the stall. Forgotten by them, Ana remained standing in the same position in which her masters had left her. ***       Ana was brought to Lady Linya's estate around lunchtime. The merchant's assistant unloaded her from the mare transport wagon and gave the parchment to Murr, who had run out at the noise, after which he immediately left on his business. Murr took Ana by the leash and led her into the inner courtyard of the villa. There, on a low ottoman in the shade of the garden, Lady Linya was half-reclining, reading some scroll. Next to her, within arm's reach, Karana was kneeling. She was in full mare attire, except for the bit in her mouth, which dangled on the bridle under her chin. Without getting up from her knees, Karana turned her head toward her and smiled one of her most charming smiles at her old friend. "Is this her?" Lady Linya asked, looking at Ana. "Yes, mistress," Murr replied, handing her the parchment. "She is an excellent runner." Lady Linya nodded and smiled. "She will be a good replacement for Karana for you."       Ana did not know what awaited her in the future, but she hoped that her life would finally change for the better. She looked at Lady Linya and Karana, feeling her heart flutter with hope. She really wanted to believe it. "Mistress," the young goblin addressed her. "Shall I go to the smithy to prepare for the ritual? Heat up the branding iron?" "Yes, please. Tell them we will be there in about 10 minutes," Lady Linya nodded approvingly. Then she turned to her new mare. "Come here, Ana, let me have a look at you."       Mare Ana, shuffling her feet bound by a foot-long chain, approached her new mistress and, kneeling down next to the mare Karana standing there, and bowed her head to her mistress's feet. The end.