The Mares of Gashran

Akrah and Mur were preparing in the inner courtyard. Dana knelt, her chain already stowed in the saddlebag. Karana watched them, her legs trembling with fear. She would see the Base again—the place that terrified her. How would she face her former colleagues, and how would they see her? Akrah said goodbye to Linya and climbed onto Dana’s back. Mur followed suit, settling onto Karana. She sighed and slowly rose, feeling the heels digging into her ribs. "Forward," Akrah said. Karana took the first step. She was returning to the Base. The first day of travel passed unnoticed. They spared Karana’s legs, so no one rushed the mares. They decided to stop for the night while it was still light. Karana wasn’t surprised when, after washing and feeding them, they laid the mares on their backs, binding them as usual at forest bivouacs, on either side of the fire. The goblins sat on their mares and discussed the operation plan. From what Karana understood, the goblins wanted to get as close as possible to Rokh’s farm without being seen by the locals. They would let Dana or Karana scout the area and lead them to the Base, where Akrah would attempt negotiations with its inhabitants, try to buy mares, or, as a last resort, simply impregnate Dana. Akrah believed that offspring from a star-born would be of higher quality than those from colonist descendants. "I’m going to let my mare come," Mur said. "Tomorrow will be a long, hard day. Satisfied, she’ll run better." He placed his hand on Karana’s crotch and began gently stroking her clitoris and the top of her labia. "Do you want me to take care of your mare afterward? I know some masters are squeamish about masturbating mares themselves, but I enjoy how they tremble under my hand. A huge, strong beast trembling beneath my claws—it's an indescribable sensation. Nothing beats racing! By the way, as far as I know, Rokh always satisfies his prize mares with his own fingers." Karana trembled as his clawed fingers stroked her labia, pinched her clitoris, and penetrated her vagina. "Karana, remember you’re not allowed to come without permission?" After waiting for the mare’s nod, he continued, addressing Akrah. "Ana’s previous owner trained her to come on command. He was quite the pervert and did her a lot of harm, but the idea was sound. I’ve been trying to teach Karana the same. It’s very convenient. But for now, I think I’m just catching the moment and giving her the command to come when she wants to." Karana was already on the verge of breaking, restraining herself with all her might, but then came the command, "Come!" which she immediately obeyed, arching so much she nearly unseated the goblin on her back. "Well, I didn’t quite understand about your mare?" Mur asked, stroking the pubic area and lower abdomen of Karana, who continued to tremble post-orgasm. "What about her? I don’t know when she last came. In the capital, the stable workers handle these matters. She’s been in your stall for over a week—didn’t you let her come?" "No, of course not. She’s your mare; you didn’t give such orders." "I didn’t realize special orders were needed for that. I didn’t give orders for feeding or cleaning her either," Akrah smirked. "Can you tell how often she needs relief?" "Well, I don’t know her. All mares are different, and their appetites vary. Karana, as I understand, needs it once a week, maybe more often, but there’s not much point. Ana, though, is ready for release every two or three hours. If you don’t let her come at least every other day, she’ll get irritable and keep making mistakes. You’ll be forced to punish her, and instead of training, there’ll be nothing but cycles of punishment and recovery. I’ve tested this myself." Karana lay stunned by Mur’s unexpectedly keen observation. She had thought he simply preferred Ana or wanted to show her more favor as her rider. Meanwhile, Mur stood up, walked around the fire, and approached Dana, who lay there not understanding what was happening. She didn’t understand Goblin at this level. "Do you want to watch up close, or will you switch to Karana?" the young goblin asked, realizing Akrah would keep stalling. His sister was more decisive. "I’ll watch, if I’m not in the way," Akrah replied thoughtfully. He sat on Dana’s right thigh, while Mur positioned himself on her stomach. The bit in Dana’s mouth prevented her from making a sound; only muffled gasps escaped through her nostrils as Mur unbuckled the strap passing through her crotch and began stroking her clitoris. "See how she tenses up?" Mur pressed a claw to the entrance of her vagina without penetrating it. "She’s used to being used only for running or punishment lately and can’t relax. But her body is hungry." Akrah nodded, feeling the muscles on the inside of the thigh he sat on twitch. Her arms were stretched along her body, but it was clear they were tense too. "First rule," Mur continued as he inserted two fingers into Dana without warning. She arched, but the goblins only smirked—their combined weight kept her pinned in place. "Don’t ask for permission. Take." Akrah saw Dana close her eyes, her breathing quicken. Mur worked his fingers quickly, almost harshly, hitting a spot inside that made the mare arch upward, lifting the goblins sitting on her. "She’s wet," Mur stated, pulling his fingers out and showing them to Akrah before wiping them on her pubic hair. "The body doesn’t lie, even if the mind resists." "And if she doesn’t obey?" Akrah touched the inside of Dana’s thigh, feeling her flinch. "Second rule: the goblin decides—the mare obeys! You remind her who’s in charge here." Mur grabbed the mare’s clitoris with his claws—not hard, but sharply. Dana jerked, and the bit didn’t muffle her cry. "Or like this!" He slapped her labia. "Repeat the process until she relaxes." He repeated the slap, then added another. Then he traced a claw over the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus. The mare lay there, lost in sensation. "See? She’s no longer resisting. Akrah nodded and tentatively poked the same spot with his finger but accidentally touched the anus, currently free of the plug-tail. She snorted into the bit, her body tensing noticeably again. "Not there," Mur corrected, guiding Akrah’s hand higher. "Here." His clawed finger found the right spot, and Dana whimpered, a slight tremor running through her body. "Feel it? She likes it. She’s telling you where she likes it." Akrah repeated the motion, and this time Dana didn’t flinch—she only closed her eyes again, her nipples visibly hardening. "Now insert your fingers into her and watch her breathing," Mur continued to direct. "If it gets like this—" he ran a claw along the inside of Dana’s thigh, and she breathed deeper—"it’s time to increase arousal. And don’t be afraid to hurt her. This hole is designed for an adult human male’s member, which can be the size of a goblin’s fist and as long as a forearm. And it all accommodates. Right, animal? You get off on a goblin’s hand?" The mare didn’t understand Goblin, but right now she wasn’t concerned with his conversation. Following his young companion’s instructions, Akrah made a fist with his hand and began working it in the woman’s vagina like a piston. "And if she disobeys and comes without permission?" Akrah felt his heart beating faster, in time with the mare’s, which he began to feel directly through her vagina. "Then you hurt her. Usually, slaves don’t get aroused by pain unless they’re specifically trained to," Mur struck the clitoris again, this time harder. Dana screamed, her body arching. "But don’t hit too hard." He stroked her pubis, soothing her. "She should fear disobeying but not hate you. Remember: after the orgasm she’s about to have, they’re always more pliable and obedient. No matter what you did to her before." Akrah nodded and repeated Mur’s motion—one hand striking the clitoris, the other tirelessly pistoning inside the woman’s vagina. Dana trembled and moaned in rhythm with the older goblin’s hand movements. Karana, who couldn’t see the mare and the goblins sitting on her, smirked bitterly as she listened to Mur’s commentary. He was right—after an orgasm, she always wanted to somehow show she was a good mare, an obedient slave to her masters. To thank them for the pleasure given. "Good," Mur approved, standing up. "Now bring her to finish. She’s close. And don’t forget to say 'Come!' when the time comes. If you can teach her to come on command, it’ll help her understand another facet of submission." He walked around the fire and lay down on Karana, leaving Akrah alone with the aroused mare. Karana lay beneath him, her breathing even, her eyes closing as she began to doze off, still hearing her friend’s soft moans. And the command to come. *** Dana woke at dawn. Akrah still lay on her, his muzzle nestled between her breasts, one hand gripping one of them, the other hanging off her body. His breath was hot and uneven, smelling of the ale the goblins had drunk at dinner and her own sweat and vaginal secretions. She didn’t dare move—the goblins didn’t like being woken up. She lay there, recalling every detail of the previous night: how Mur had shown Akrah exactly where to press to make her unable to suppress a moan, how her thighs had cramped when he finally allowed her to come. She no longer resisted. Even when his claws dug into her skin in his sleep, she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, her fingers—always confined in their usual restraints—twitched slightly, as if wanting to hug his hand. Uselessly, of course. Mur was the first goblin to wake. He slid off Ana, slapping her stomach on the way, causing her to startle, open her eyes, but make no sound or change position, waiting for the goblin’s command. Akrah stirred, his claws scratching Dana’s lower breast. The slave moaned, and he, awakened by her moan, finally opened his eyes. He looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her breasts. They were damp with his saliva, glistening in the faint dawn light. "It’s time to get up," he growled but didn’t dismount her immediately. Instead, his hand slid over her body, checking her reaction. Dana didn’t pull away. When he squeezed her breast, she arched, offering more. When his claws pinched her nipple, she bit her lip—not from pain, but because her body already knew what would come next. She was flirting with her rider! Akrah finally climbed off her and gave the command to assume the harnessing position. Within seconds, Dana was kneeling as she’d been taught, and he fastened the harness straps. When he hung the bells on her nipples, she didn’t flinch—she only arched her back to make it easier for him. His claws pinched her again, and she moaned softly but demonstratively. She was clearly flirting! "Hmm," Akrah grunted. "Last night’s procedures did her good." Mur, who had already harnessed Karana and packed up camp, watched them and smirked. "Now she’ll ask to be touched." He looked at the sun rising over the forest. After last night’s events, he felt more at ease with his mistress’s brother and lover. "Time to go. Though if I were you, I’d let her recover. The road isn’t short; I wouldn’t want to stop unnecessarily. And I’d whip her lightly for waking you up. She’s too playful. Remind her of the order of things." "That makes sense!" Akrah said, eyeing the mare. "Need to shit, beast?" The kneeling Dana, waiting for her plug-tail to be inserted and the saddle put on, looked at him uncomprehendingly, catching the change in tone. The goblin remembered that his mare, unlike Karana, only understood Goblin at the command level. He ordered her to stand, led her a few yards away, and gave the command to relieve herself. Dana, trained by years of slavery, immediately squatted, hiked up her skirt, and began the process. Life was returning to its familiar, usual course. To save time, Mur unbuckled the strap between Karana’s legs and ordered her to urinate on the still-smoldering campfire. She managed—though not immediately, but after a couple of lashes to her lower abdomen, she managed. Meanwhile, Akrah wiped Dana after her toilet and ordered her to assume the whipping position. Dana, not understanding, nevertheless obeyed. After receiving half a dozen lashes to her buttocks, she lightly kissed the striking hand. Akrah looked at her in surprise. She had changed literally overnight. Yesterday, she was just another mare to ride. Today… today she was his mare. She breathed as if waiting for his commands. As if she lived for them. "It’s time to go," he said, leaping into the saddle and tugging the reins. Dana easily rose to her feet, catching her balance, her body moving automatically. Feeling the heels dig into her sides, she started moving, smoothly accelerating step by step as she’d been taught. Meanwhile, at Lady Linya’s villa. Torg led Ana to where the farm workers were harnessing four work mares to huge wagons. She wore only boots with horseshoes, mittens, and a collar—the rest of the harness had been removed for training. Her hands, as always, were bound behind her back. "Where to?" Torg asked one of the workers. "To the old adit for stones. The mistress wants to renew the path on the training circle. Yesterday, we brought the first batch, which needs to be ground into gravel," he pointed to the stone mill, a quarter full of stones. "We’ll work on this tomorrow. Unfortunately, we don’t have enough mares for all the work at once." "Oh! That’s just what I need. Can you harness this animal to the capstan? We’ll help you a bit. I think this beast can move it alone," the goblin suggested, pleased by the prospect. Ana was silently harnessed to the capstan, and without wasting time on explanations, the goblin, whipping her rump, ordered her to move. She moved forward, feeling the horseshoes dig into the ground. "Go! Go!" the goblins watched, entranced, as the huge millstone began to move, grinding the stones into gravel. Round after round. The sun blazed, sweat ran down her back, but she didn’t dare slow her pace. Torg followed, occasionally urging her on with the whip. "Walk. Don’t stop," he ordered. The workers quickly loaded large stones and unloaded the finished gravel into huge baskets the size of a goblin. After two hours, the gravel was ready. She was unharnessed from the capstan and made to squat so a basket could be attached to her back. She spread her legs for stability and began to squat slowly. Torg placed the basket’s straps on her shoulders and attached them to her harness. "Stand! Hold!" He struck her buttocks again. "Now sit. Lower. Lower." She squatted to the limit, her thighs trembling with effort. He began to count, striking her buttocks with the whip each time she tried to straighten too soon. "Ten. Nine. Eight..." "It seems my career has come full circle," the mare thought, unexpectedly remembering how her first owner had combined training with farm work. A sharp desire shot through her body. Torg, carefully watching her condition, noticed her nipples harden, her breathing become erratic. He snorted angrily. "The bitch gets aroused from training?" He unbuckled her from the basket and yanked the halter, making her move from a squat to her knees, assuming the whipping position—back bent, hands behind her back, buttocks raised. The first lashes struck her lower back, then her buttocks and thighs. "You’re here to work, not fuck!" he growled, strike after strike. She clenched her teeth but made no sound. Then he stopped, switched the whip’s grip, and thrust it roughly between her legs. The leather stud entered her without preparation. But she was ready. She was dripping! "Do you like that, huh? Do you?" She trembled, her body tensing, but she couldn’t—she’d been trained to obey commands. Torg continued moving his hand, muttering to himself: "What are you waiting for, animal? Ah, I remember! Come!" Her consciousness clung to every word, and suddenly one of them broke the dam. She came violently, her body arching, and she collapsed onto her side, nearly crushing Torg, who managed to leap aside. "Damn..." he grumbled, looking at her twitching body. Ten minutes later, he made her stand. "Now we train." He led her to be saddled, then to the training arena. And she went. But now her steps were steadier, her breathing calmer. Torg smirked, watching her. "Interesting..." He remembered this moment. It could be used in her training. *** Wooden posts were driven into the ground ten feet apart, chains with carabiners hanging ready for use. Karana hadn’t been here before, but she recognized the place immediately. Ana had described it with terrifying precision: it smelled of blood and semen, even when empty. Now she would be tied to this hitching post. "Leave them here, and you can go to the pavilion," the guard said, his blaster swinging carelessly on his hip as he pointed at Dana. "Harg will be here soon." The goblins dismounted. Mur removed the saddles from the mares, took two fruits from the saddle bags—one for each. Dana and Karana accepted the treats silently, their teeth sinking into the flesh with desperate greed. Usually, after the fruit came an orgasm at the goblins’ hands. But not today. "You don’t mind if the local guards have some fun with your mares?" the guard asked, watching Karana lick the juice from her lips. "They’re going crazy from the lack of women." Akrah smirked, wiping his hands on his pants. "Not at all. Your boys will save me the trouble of masturbating them." The guard laughed. "Gladly." Karana hoped until the last moment that only Dana would be impregnated. She didn’t intend to object—it was useless. And getting pregnant... When she returned from the Base to Rokh, she had thought about it. That someday one of her owners would want offspring from her. And the child would be taken away anyway. But when Mur put the bits back in place, securing them at the nape, she understood: they would impregnate both of them. Mur tied them facing the posts, hands behind their backs, legs spread wide. The chains on their ankles tightened, preventing movement. Mur ordered them not to move until his next command. Karana closed her eyes. She was about to have sex with a human. Akrah, Mur, and Harg stood on a small hill at the pavilion’s threshold, which offered a good view of the hitching post. Another pair of guards approached the mares. They weren’t hurrying. Their steps were heavy, confident. This prey wouldn’t escape. No foreplay. The sight of two women bent over, dressed in pony costumes and bound hand and foot, acted like a stronger aphrodisiac than any potion. Just unbuckled pants and hands roughly spreading thighs. "Humans are awful," Akrah said, watching another guard enter Dana without preparation. Harg shrugged. "Why? It’s a perfectly natural process. Children come from it—so it must be the gods’ will." "I meant that their men sell their women to us." "Well, why not," Harg smirked. "As the local boss explained to me, their elders decreed that one shouldn’t interfere with the natural course of things. And that goblins owning this planet and all its inhabitants, except the Base residents, is recognized by them as the natural course of things." Akrah snorted. "Convenient." "Very," Harg took a pouch of tobacco from his pocket, offering some to Akrah. "The Base workers are ordered not to interfere with the planet’s life. They can study with the consent of our lords without contacting—yes. Interfering—no. So their local boss just figured out how to simultaneously bypass the system, appease our gods, and make a profit along the way." Both laughed. "As always," Harg continued, "everyone’s happy. Everyone benefits. And it’s completely legal under goblin law." Akrah nodded toward the hitching post, where another guard entered Karana. She stood quietly, not helping him but not resisting. She was following Mur’s order. "Then let’s talk price," Harg said, wiping away laughter. "How much are you willing to pay for new mares?" Akrah narrowed his eyes, watching the guards finish. Dana moaned through the bit, her body trembling with each thrust. Karana stood with her eyes closed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It depends on the quality," Akrah replied, not taking his eyes off the mares. "If they’re as enduring as mine—I’ll pay 1500 gold each." "That’s the price Rokh gives me." "I think you can provide more mares than Rokh can train." "I asked the aliens this question. They can’t significantly increase supplies. Slavery is legally prohibited for them, except in cases of social backwardness on certain planets, which they consider have the right of extraterritoriality." "I see you’ve figured this out," Akrah said, baffled by the local goblin. "But I sure as hell don’t." Mur was just as lost. "In space, slavery is prohibited; on planets—if it’s legal, then it exists. And since this planet isn’t part of the Alliance, and we’ve never joined it, we’re not part of the Alliance and shouldn’t obey their laws. Their society is one of victorious tolerance. That is, they forgive others for their shortcomings—or what they consider shortcomings. From their point of view, we currently have a state system they call early feudalism. And when such a system existed on their home planet, slavery was legal. So morally, they can’t forbid one planet’s inhabitants from owning another planet’s inhabitants. And since they settled colonists here without asking us, those colonists are our lawful prey." "That makes more sense. Interesting story. I understand they’re obtaining mares illegally. But it becomes legal once the slave kneels herself? And they’re afraid to increase the volume?" Harg nodded, his gaze also fixed on the hitching post. "2000 gold. I can take three in the first year." "I think we can make a deal. There’s just one problem. How will you transport an untrained mare across half the country? We mostly work with Rokh because he’s half a day’s journey from the Base. That is, he’s here because of the Base." "Well, that’s not a problem at all. I’ll hire a phaeton with a pair of work mares at the nearest farm. Rokh isn’t the only one living in this area. Let her lie bound for five days—she’ll only be more obedient. The seller of Dana told me that a helmet depriving a mare of sight and hearing makes her obedient and undemanding in a matter of weeks. And I see my Dana, whom he trained, and understand that it’s really so." Harg took a puff of tobacco, watching the guards finish with the mares. His gaze was cold, calculating. "You’ll do the training yourself. We’re not trainers here. The star-born are all healthier than the locals. Our counterparts already try to select fast and enduring runners at the selection stage. I don’t know how they manage it. But I understand that improving quality further won’t be possible." "I don’t need training," Akrah said to keep the conversation going. Mur remained silent, listening to the older goblins haggle. "I need healthy ones. The kind I can sell in five years, maybe get healthy offspring from, not write off as useless." *** Sever stopped in front of the mares, who remained bent over, tied to the hitching post. "If I’m not mistaken, Karen Meyer and Daniella Velles," he said quietly. "Long time no see. I didn’t expect to meet you here. Stars of the racetrack aren’t frequent guests of ours." They didn’t answer him, only visibly tensed. "Well, girls, do you like being mares?" he asked, his voice softening. "Especially you, Karen. You ran away from the Base. So, you’re a volunteer." "And you, Daniella, look great. I didn’t expect to see you alive after all these years. And you’re in excellent shape." He grabbed the woman’s inner thigh, checking the muscle density, then recoiled, wiping off a guard’s semen: "Damn it, I got dirty," he said with disgust, wiping his hand on the mare’s mane. "But your muscles are just right!" Well, shall we reminisce about our youth? Or should I try Karen? Tough choice. Why so quiet, bitches?" Dana continued to stand like a silent statue. "We’re forbidden to speak without our masters’ orders, sir," Karana murmured without lifting her head but loud enough for the man to hear. "If I break the rule, I’ll be whipped. So..." she nodded toward his crotch, "...either fuck one of us and leave, or just leave." Sever laughed, unzipping and pressing against Dana’s backside. "Still so defiant and prickly." "Are they always like this?" Harg shook his head. "Stubborn bitch." "At least she’s lively," Akrah watched Sever rape Karana. "Those are the ones to take." "Then we have a deal," Harg extended his hand. "Two, if Rokh refuses someone, then three a year. No questions. I like your idea of transporting them in a wagon. If we set it up, you’ll pay for delivery separately." Akrah shook his new business partner’s hand. "No questions." Sever finished quickly. "See you, beauty," he said, slapping Karana’s buttock and zipping up as he walked away. Harg took a device from his pocket and placed it in Akrah’s hand. "Take it. A gift." Akrah looked at it uncomprehendingly. "It’s a device for satisfying mares. Solar-powered. Very suitable for goblins who don’t want to masturbate their mares manually. Some use rubber cock replicas, others use devices like this," Mur broke his silence for the first time during the conversation. "Thanks. How will we meet?" Akrah asked, heading toward the hitching post. "I think in 3-4 days I’ll have a woman ready. If you don’t need to morally prepare her, since you’ll be taking her bound anyway, we’ll be ready. Where will you stay?" "At Crooked Trikh’s tavern, half a day’s journey west." "I know the place. Let’s meet there; no need to show up with a wagon in this area." "Agreed. I’m sure I’ll find a wagon in three days." Dana and Karana still stood tied, their bodies trembling from the cool air or recent use. Akrah unchained them from the hitching post. Mur prepared the saddle. "It’s time to go," he said. The mares immediately dropped to their knees and bent their bodies, waiting to be mounted. The reflexes drilled into them by years of training worked even in exhausted, raped mares.