So this is a story inspired by IronHawk-R ’s girlriders and the canon I developed in two previous tales.

Many commented, including IronHawk-R that those stories were pretty dark. Well, no apologies, so is this one. The fundamental concept of women being stolen away to be beasts of burden is noncon from the start and it does not get any lighter. So if you want a fluffy story about rainbows and magic unicorns look elsewhere. So, without any spoilers, this story contains nonconsensual bondage, enslavement, body modification, body mutilation, torture, death, references to the eating of human flesh, and other really dark stuff. Some of this is harrowing to read. You have been warned.


Adah sat on the back of the wagon and swung her legs. The heavy long leather, but fur lined, skirt and stout boots felt odd, compared to her old cotton dress and shoes. But it was getting colder the further north they traveled, and frankly she was grateful for the warmth they offered.

The milk cow tethered to the rear of the wagon chewed its cud as it docilely walked along in step. Adah stared at the cow. Impassively the cow stared back.

“What are you thinking Mrs Cow?” Asked Adah. “Are you as unhappy to be travelling north as I am? Do you want your nice lush meadow back? Do you miss the warm sun of the Southland?”

The inscrutable cow chewed and walked but did not answer.

‘It simply was not fair,’ thought Adah. She should be back home not here. Mum and dad had been insistent though. Despite her age, her eighteenth birthday, and coming of age, had been celebrated on the trail a week ago, she was left with no choice but to accompany them up to Uncle Simon’s farm. Dad’s sword arm had been requested, and land promised, if he relocated north to help Uncle Simon defend against goblin attacks.

Adah had never seen a goblin but they didn’t sound like much of an enemy. Standing only waist high, being green or dark blue of skin colour, with large pointed ears, they did not sound very fierce. Their colour was not relevant Adah knew, but their stature suggested you would need many of them to defeat a powerful knight like dad.

She rubbed her thighs, through the supple, smooth and shiny skirt, in a mostly futile attempt, to get some warmth into her legs. It was just so damn cold up here. Yesterday it had snowed. The wonder of the sight, ice falling from the sky, was soon offset but just how cold it was. Even now when she breathed out mist escaped her mouth, as if she was turning into a dragon.

Adah regarded the cow again, “It’s not fair is it Mrs Cow? You are tied up and forced. You have no say. You are just an animal and no one asks you what you think.” The cow chose not to reply.

Adah turned and regarded her parents. Dad, a huge man made larger still by the bearskin he wore across his shoulders, sat next to mum. Mum was leaning on, or perhaps huddled in, to dad. Trying to share the warmth of the bearskin? Adah was not sure, but mum was excited to see her little brother again.

“Dad,” Adah called, “can I walk for a bit? I need to do something rather than just sit and shiver.”

Her dad turned and smiled at his daughter, “Sure, but keep close to the wagon child, we are in goblin country now.”

Adah turned from her dad quietly cross. Why did he keep calling her child? She was of age. The only reason she was coming north with them was she had yet to snare a husband.

Just as she was about to jump off the back she spotted something. In the distance there was a figure running after them. She squinted to make them out. It was a person and they were running hard. Tall boots were pumping vigorously and great clouds of breath steamed from their mouth. Only something was off in their appearance.

Mesmerised Adah continued to stare. Then it dawned on her. They had no arms. An armless person chasing them down? It seemed so strange. As they closed it became clear it was a woman, then that they were nude. The woman’s nakedness prompted Adah to alert her parents.

“Mum, dad, look behind. What’s wrong with this woman?”

Her dad looked back and cursed, “Damn, goblin. Adah lay down. Get under the tarp.”

As he spoke an arrow suddenly appeared in his eye. There was no scream or shout. He fell from the wagon silently his expression frozen in place.

Adah’s mum screamed. The curdling cry snapped Adah from her shocked state, she dove flat as another arrow whistled into her mothers throat. Blood spluttered from her mouth as the dying woman also fell, a look of horror etched in her face, as she clawed at the shaft in her neck.

The wagon slowed to a halt, the horses somehow aware the rains were no longer held. Adah scrambled under the tarp as the pursuing woman caught up. Peering out from under the canvas cover Adah stared in fascinated horror.

The woman was nude, bar her thigh high boots, but that was the least of it. She did indeed have arms, thin ones lacking muscle tone. But they were bound behind her back with ropes that circled the woman’s torso above and below her breasts.

Both breasts had rope cruelly tied around their base so that blood flow was restricted. The result was each breast was a purple, grotesquely large and ugly balloon. The right one also had a large heavy metal ring set behind the nipple in the flesh of the breast.

The woman gripped, involuntarily, a small shaft of what looked like iron wood in her mouth. Her teeth biting down on this gag as drool escaped the edges of her mouth. The shaft being bound in place by a series of cords wrapped tight about the woman’s face and head.

Her sex had been shaved of hair and through both of the outer lips a ring to match the one through her breast was threaded. Hanging down from this ring was a cord that descended almost to her knees. A small weight bobbed and jerked on the cord, pulling on the ring, as the woman ran.

Around her throat was a heavy leather collar set with long sharp spikes, and over her body were tattoo’s of weird runes and sigils. She was also covered in sweat and panting hard from the exertion of chasing down the cart. The sweat was steaming off the woman in the chill air, giving the impression she was smouldering or about to burst into flame.

The hair on her head, a deep copper colour, had been cut short bar the top of the scalp which had been brushed forward to give the girl a fringe that reached her eyes. Her deep brown eyes were looking right at Adah, but it was not the woman’s gaze that concerned Adah.

For there was a platform or saddle bound into the woman’s arms upon which sat a goblin. Its skin was a deep purple or maroon. Its hair jet black and left in dreadlocks like her father’s. Its eyes though were a bright and vivid yellow with pin prick pupils. Sharp white cat like teeth grinned at her. It knew she was there! The goblin was clad in tan leather and gripping a bow. The bow that had just murdered her parents in cold blood.

Rage suddenly consumed Adah. She burst out from under the tarp, leaping for the daemon on the woman’s shoulders. It continued to grin as she stretched out her arms to throttle the little monster. Then, as she closed in, it almost lazily swiped the side of her head with its bow. Dazed, Adah fell, stunned at the force of the blow she clattered into the leg of the goblin’s mount.

The goblin dropped from its saddle and placed a foot on the back of Adah’s neck. Pinned to the ground the creature grabbed Adah’s arms and, with a grip of iron, bound them fast behind her. It then tethered her ankles in a similar fashion before yanking them up and hog tying her on the frozen tundra.

The goblin turned from Adah to its mount. Barking out a single word, “Maach.” The woman dropped to her knees. The goblin then walked around behind it and pulled away the saddle covering. The goblin shook the item out, and then proceeded to wrap it around the torso of the sweat covered slave.

Adah watched appalled. She was its pony! She had just run hard and he was putting a blanket on her to stop her getting a chill. This bound woman was being used as a horse, she was a ponygirl.

The blanket was turning out to actually be a coat or tunic, though it had no sleeves and would have to close at the back. The goblin seated it on the ponygirl’s shoulders, covering the ugly distended breasts. It had a tall collar and the goblin lifted the spiked affair and buckled the tunic at the throat before allowing the heavy spiked collar to drop over the top. It then pulled the coat around the slave and pulled it together at the ponygirl’s back. It obviously fastened it somehow, but Adah could not see with her head resting on the ground between the mounts knees.

From her position in the dirt the most prominent feature of the ponygirl was the ring set in her outer lips. It was not set through the skin but deep in the flesh. Adah had never had her face so close to another woman’s genitals before. That the goblin’s mount’s privates were shaven, tattooed and pierced made them look quite alien. Adah wondered how much it must have hurt to put that ring there.

The goblin then drew a knife and advanced on Adah. Adah squealed in alarm and futilely tried to squirm away. The goblin grabbed her jacket and began slicing it away. Adah initially calmed at this until she realised it was slicing away all of her clothes.

“Please, it’s cold enough already. I’ll freeze,” she begged. The goblin carried on blithely giving no indication if it spoke common or not.

Eventually Adah lay naked and bound, except for her boots, amongst the wreckage of her clothes. The goblin poked probed and explored her body. Her mouth was prised open and her teeth tapped with a probing claw. Her knees spread and her anus and vagina inspected. Even her ears were looked into. She had never felt more embarrassed or like a lump of meat.

“Where are you from girl?” The goblin asked, surprising Adah, its voice was deeper than she imagined something so small would be.

“Sampit.”

“I don’t know Sampit. How do you get there?”

“Travel south for a week you come to a desert. Cross the desert and you come to Freeport. Hire a ship for a two week voyage to Jalar. Sampit is a week south of Jalar.”

“Are they all like you there?”

“Like what?”

“Black hides.”

“Hides? Oh, skin. Yes, mostly, why?”

“I’ve not seen a human so dark before.”

“You’re my first goblin.”

“Why did you come north?”

“My dad…” Adah choked as she realised she was holding a conversation with her dad’s murderer. “…my dad, who you just murdered, was going to help on my uncle’s farm.”

“Hmm, too many humans think they can farm goblin lands. Our lands to hunt. Humans take and think we, who have always been here are trespassing. Pay high price for such foolishness.”

The goblin turned and jumped up into the cart. The noise of it rummaging preceded items flying out onto the ground. It then jumped back out and went to a pack dangling from the saddle of its mount.

It returned to Adah with a shaft of ironwood the same as the one in the ponygirl’s mouth.

“You would do well to pay attention girl,” it started. “I am called Lharuuc, but you will call me Gharaar which is goblin tongue for master. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Gharaar.”

“You are one of two things. You are either a huukec her or dal'dec dhaan. That will be decided back at camp. Right now you are my prisoner. I am in a rush and have no use for delays. You are an unusual prize but if you do not instantly obey you will be my supper tonight. I’ve not tasted black man-flesh. I am curious. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Gharaar.”

“Goblin tongue for open is okhaac. When given this command you will open your mouth for the rher. Okhaac.”

Adah opened her mouth and the goblin inserted the bit between her teeth. Some deft work with some cord and she too was gagged as the ponygirl. The goblin then fastened a broad leather collar around her throat. It was buckled tight and the stiff leather made her tilt her head back. It had no spikes but it did have a ring at the front. Lharuuc tied a light rope to this ring and then after playing out about ten foot tied it to the tree of the ponygirl’s saddle.

Lharuuc then released the rope binding Adah’s feet to her wrists and hauled her up onto her knees.

Lharuuc picked up the remnants of the skirt and examined it. He sliced up one side with his knife and then folded it in half. Laying it on the ground he sliced a corner off the waist end and then stabbed holes in the cut side from top to bottom.

Lharuuc then wrapped the leather around the torso of Adah. Using a leather thong he laced it up using the holes he had punched in the hide. While a rough and ready job Adah now sported a leather tunic similar to the goblin’s steed.

The goblin then gathered the loot it had thrown from the cart and wrapped it up in a sleeping fur. When he had it trussed up into a bundle he carried it over to Adah and tied it to her back. The weight was large and she had to lean forward to keep her balance.

Eventually the animals were also untethered from the cart and reattached to the tree of the ponygirl’s saddle. Her ankles were untied and the bodies of Adah’s parents were thrown across the backs of the horses.

“Tac ac means stand up. Tac ac.”

Awkwardly, without the use of her arms, Adah struggled to her feet. She considered kicking the goblin and trying to convince the ponygirl to escape with her. But the girl looked happy to keep kneeling.

Lharuuc climbed up the kneeling ponygirl and resumed his saddle.

“Tac ac, daan shuul dech ghaac den an tuul, dach oc,” said the goblin to his mount. Using the rains attached to it’s bit he turned the ponygirl as she stood and walked her off the path into the trees on their right. Adah, like Mrs Cow, followed on, on the end of her leash.


Five or six miles walking later she was led into a sunny clearing. Teepee’s were scattered about as well as larger hide covered structures. Goblin’s of all sizes were busy about their tasks and Adah was shocked to see so many ponygirls too. They were all shapes and sizes and states of dress too. Many were naked and decorated similarly to Lharuuc’s mount. Some had leather sleeveless tunics. All were naked from the waist down.

A group of goblin children ran up when the approaching party was spotted, many of them shouting, “Lharuuc a shuul!” Others dodged between the animals legs to deliver stinging swats to Adah’s naked legs and backside. So distracted was she by this, trying to dodge the blows, she did not spot their destination until they arrived.

Two joined large ‘A’ frames possibly ten feet high stood before her. Made of stout round timber supporting a single cross beam it looked to be the only permanent structure in the camp. However what grabbed Adah's attention were the two naked women, hung by their ankles from the top spar of the frame. One of the women had a bit in her mouth like Adah's. She was also bleeding from cuts in her arms and shoulders. Her eyes were red and bloodshot and welts covered her body.

The other, a red head like Lharuuc ponygirl, was not gagged and, belatedly Adah realised she was shouting something at her.

"Pee girl, pee now, don't be shy they won't care, just pee for fecks sake, pee."

Lharuuc jumped down from his mount and walked up to Adah, "Listen to the girl, it's good advice. Now maach means kneel. Maach.”

Adah dropped to her knees and the goblin started loosening the ropes that held the heavy sack on her back. She looked around wildly. The red head was still screaming at her to pee. All the by-standing goblins were grinning as if in on some joke. Then the penny dropped.

Adah flushed in shame. These fuckers were so diabolically cruel. It took some willpower but Adah managed to start urinating. Rather than laugh or mock the goblins seemed disappointed. They had clearly hoped she would lose her control inverted.

“Smart girl,” commented Lharuuc, “you just increased your price. Your dark hide plus quick wits make you very saleable.” The bag removed Lharuuc unlaced the improvised leather tunic before untying the rope from the collar. Again Adah considered running, but she knew in this crowd she’d not get six feet.

Her feet were grabbed and bound by a stocky goblin with some sort of horned skull as a hat. The rope from her feet was thrown over the cross beam. A clearly female goblin started groping her breasts and then producing some leather thongs, to Adah’s dismay proceeded to bind them at the base.

Before she can protest though she is being dragged along the ground and then up until she too hung helpless by her feet next to the redhead. Adah is overwhelmed and starts screaming in panic. The goblin children laugh and start hitting her with thin sticks. Adah writhed and twisted on her rope dissolving into sobs. Why did they have to be so cruel?

“Deep breaths love, the worst is over for now. Deep breaths.” Adah looked over at the redhead who was offering soothing words. She was smiling though her own face is red and puffy and blotched from crying.

“Why?” Asks Adah.

“Because they see us as animals. They just don’t see us as people.”

Adah remembered watching a pig being slaughtered. They hung it first then cut its throat.

“Are we being butchered?”

“Hopefully not. We’re in the shop window. We are up for sale. She,” the red head nodded at the other woman, “has already been bought. They cut her just half an hour ago.”

“Cut?”

“You don’t understand? Where are you from dear?”

“Far side of the sea.”

“Oh, you’ve come a long way then. Do you not have goblins down there?”

“Orcs, but they ride wargs and only come out at night.”

“Ahh well goblins here in the north see humans as the perfect mount. They stand tall, have good stamina and excellent balance and are sure footed. Plus, and this is for us a serious drawback, they think we taste good too.”

“So we are going to be killed?”

“Me, possibly. You, almost certainly not.”

“Why you?”

“I’m a political hot potato. A potato that may just be better off in the cooking pot.”

“I don’t understand.” Adah had stopped crying, unaware that the redhead was keeping her talking just to calm her. Adah was staring just at the woman. Oblivious to the goblins, appraising and commenting on her.

“I come from a market town called Anzeg which is about twenty leagues east of here. Anzeg is on the boarder between the southern most goblin territories and the northern human settlements. It is important as a place the two races operate a truce, and can trade. The humans tolerate the goblins bringing in ponygirls, but the goblins are not allowed to hunt any girl for twelve leagues of Anzeg.”

“So how are you here?”

“I left town. I was the stable maid at the Ponygirl Inn. I got a message that my mum who lives on the northern boarder of the desert was ill and needed me. I hired two mercs to escort me. First sign of goblins the fuckers scarpered.”

“So… So why are you a hot potato?”

“Well, in many ways I’m ideal ponygirl material. I speak fluent goblin tongue and have been around so many ponygirls I’m practically trained already. However first goblin to ride me into Anzeg could start a war before explanations can be given.”

“Oh and that means?”

“I could indeed end up in the pot. But you on the other hand…”

“Me?”

“You’re tall and you’ve got great thighs and ass. Plus your skin colour is pretty rare up here. They’re going to be fighting over who owns you.”

“Oh, as a ponygirl, with a saddle, and a bit in my mouth?”

“It’s that or dead love.”

Adah thought about that. Everything looked so bleak. Her ankles hurt. Her tits hurt. She was cold and tired and her parents had been murdered and… She did not want to die. Where there’s life her grandmother was fond of saying. Being a pony meant she could escape later. If she could find Uncle Simon she would be safe.

“What did you mean by cut?” Asked Adah.

The red head rolled her eyes, “You had to ask. What’s your name love?”

“Adah, what do you mean, ‘I had to ask’?”

“Ponygirls arms are folded behind them all the time. So they don’t have to be bound tightly, which would cause blood problems and cause them to die and get gangrene, they cut the nerves.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

“Have you ever butchered an animal or joint?”

“Yes, who hasn’t? I can skin a rabbit in seconds.”

“So you know that flesh is muscles. But there are tubes for the blood and nerves to control the muscles.”

“Yes. So?”

“So if you cut or hurt a nerve in a living creature they can no longer use it.”

Adah considerd this. There was an old soldier back at Sampit who had one leg withered from a sword cut…

“No, no, no, no, no!” Adah writhed and twisted, “They can’t do that they can’t. No, let me down. Let me down now!” The rage built up and Adah screamed, “Nooooo!”

After a while she stopped thrashing. Her head hurt, her throat hurt from screaming, her tits were throbbing from the cruel fucking thongs. They were going to maim her and there was nothing she could do. Now she wanted to die. She was envious of the barmaid.

“I’m sorry, I must have looked pretty foolish.”

“Only to the goblins love. We’ve all done the same. Alice was just cut and I’m beginning to envy her.”

“I don’t. I wan’t them to kill me.”

“Don’t say that love.”

“Today a goblin killed my mum and dad. He put a collar on me and dragged me through the woods for miles, making me carry my stuff that he has stolen. He now plans to sell me, and if he does they’re going to maim me to make me more useful. Death is an escape. I don’t want to die, but it’s better than a life of slavery as a cripple.”

“I’m afraid we don’t even get to choose that,” The red head started crying herself.

“How long have you been here?”

“Two days, this’ll be my second night.”

“Umm, sorry, I should have asked your name?”

“It’s Molly dear, but hopefully not for long.”

“They change our names? You really want to be maimed?”

“Don’t be silly, Adah. But I have stabled and fed hundreds of ponygirls. It is a life. I’ve seen them laugh, play, talk and even be intimate with each other and well I don’t want it, but it’s better than death. But yes they give us names. Just like we name our pets.”

At that moment a female goblin approached, she was a olive green and had a sneering look about her, her head was hairless and there were many golden rings set in her ears. She was clad in a black leather bustier and leggings but her feet were bare and her claws were painted gold. Trailing after was a slightly plumper but shorter she goblin. She was dressed in a similar style, but sported less gold jewellery.

“Ar an duun, maan shac a rhan okaan,” said the taller of the two. She walked up to Adah and pulled apart her lips to look at her teeth. “Taan an rhaakhekloch, duun duuch magaan duuc a molkac shuuch rhaan haakhec?”

“She thinks you’re beautiful,” hissed Molly.

“You speak goblin tongue? How?” Inquired the goblin of Molly.

“Gheraan, A shuulkaan dhuul Anzeg.”

The goblin hissed angrily. “The truce is broken?”

“Gheraan, no, I was caught traveling.”

“Yet no one will touch you?”

“It has been two days, Gheraan.”

“Rhaan Gharaar,” called out the goblin. The skull wearing goblin appeared from a nearby teepee. Spying customers he trotted over.

The two started talking, though to Adah it sounded like two dogs snarling at each other. Helpfully Molly whispered translation.

“She’s asking how much for you…. He’s asked fifty claw… She’s called him a thief and offered ten… looks like you’re sold kid… Yep, he’s come down… Oh, she’s offered a bit more but wants me thrown in… He’s said no… pointing out my assets… Oh, she just played the Anzeg card… He’s named a higher price… She’s sticking her ground… Fuck! We’re both sold. Seems we are a pair Adah. Ahhh shit damn! Be brave kid, she’s in a rush about something.”

The pair of goblins kept talking though in a less animated way.

“They’re discussing… Oh, decorations… She doesn’t want your tits tied… Umm says she has… Fuck sorry kid something about rings… couldn’t hear what though. Has her own saddles they are in Zoog’s… Oh, we’ve been bought by the chief’s daughters… Wants us prepped and delivered straight away… He’s offering to train us… She says she’ll do it herself”

Molly went quiet as the three goblins approached. She realised she was trembling as she found herself focusing on the bright white fangs and the glistening black lips of the chief’s daughter.

“You are mine now beautiful,” cooed the goblin as she stroked Adah’s cheek. “The Beast Master is going to get you ready for me, you too Anzeg. My sister and I are going to have lots of fun training you two how to be good little ponies.”

“Please don’t,” begged Adah.

“You will address me as Gheraan, and please don’t what?”

“Please don’t cut me, Gheraan.”

“Silly, all ponies are cut. It’s what makes you ponies,” Zoog’s daughter turned away barking at the Beast Master. “Volec khruul A khraal daal rhaakluugaan tokaar.”

Molly urgently twisted towards Adah, “Listen love, cause I don’t know when we will next be able to talk, as they’ll gag us soon. There is nothing you can do to make this easier but if you fight and piss them off they can make it worse. Obey straight away everything they tell you to do. They don’t see it as being cruel, to them it’s just a job. But piss them off and they can find lots of ways to make things much worse.”

“I’m scared, Molly.”

“Me too kid, fucking terrified, but we’re doing this together. You’re not alone. So don’t look at them, you look at me, and I’ll do the same. Got it. It’s just us and they don’t matter.”

Adah felt the rope at her ankles quiver and then she was being lowered. As her head neared the ground a goblin passed a noose over her head and started pulling away from the frame so she was laid out flat. Adah tried to hold Molly’s gaze but they rolled her onto her stomach and started untying her arms.

She became aware just how tight Lharuuc had tied them as the binding were released. Pins and needles tingled through them and she found it was hard to resist the goblin’s manipulations. She was rolled back onto her back and her arms were pulled out to either side. Lharuuc’s collar was still in place but the noose had slid above it and was stopping her looking down at her body.

“Look at me Adah, called out Molly,” as one of the goblins started digging its claws into her elbow. She focused on her new friend clamping her jaw as she waited for the bite of the knife. The claw hit her funny bone, she flinched and almost laughed at the anticlimax. The knife slid in. It was almost painless until it hit the nerve. Agony shot up her arm. Adah screamed.

“No, please, I beg, I beg, please, please please,” Adah wailed as the knife stabbed again and then once more. The goblin walked over her as it crossed to the other arm. As he passed in front of Molly Adah noticed he looked bored.

Adah locked eyes with Molly. Molly was crying but she did not look away. Some how she kept smiling. Telling Adah she was brave, that it was nearly over.

The noose went slack and a goblin stood in the way of Molly. Adah looked at her arms limp at her sides. She tried to move them but nothing. It was if they were pictures of arms that were not hers. She was powerless to move them. She was done screaming, she just stared at them and wished to die.

A goblin sat on her chest blocking her view of anything but it’s leering countenance. It stuck something up one nostril and to her horror brought something shiny up to the other. The pain was no surprise. Her eyes watered so much she could not see what was happening but she guessed she now had something in her nose.

The goblin moved down to her belly and after blinking away the tears she found Molly again. She was being lowered too. Adah watched as they staked her out besides her. It felt almost as if they could touch hands. Adah ignored the groping of her tits. She was resigned to their mutilation. Something had snapped when she saw her arms. Staring at Molly she flinched as they stabbed her tits. The pain washed over her. Pain was all the goblins had to offer. Her life was going to be pain until she died. Death would be a release.

As they stabbed Molly’s arms they stared at each other. Adah new at that moment that Molly would always be her friend. Nothing, not even death, would break the bond they had now. They were being born together. Changed together. No one could understand this. It was a thing they shared.

A blade scraped over her crotch. They were shaving her. Rings there too? Fuckers! Adah just stared at Molly, the world had shrunk to contain just her face. It seemed to Adah that Molly was the most beautiful thing in the world.

As if to mock that thought a goblin grabbed Molly’s head and began shaving her scalp. Her beautiful red hair fell about her. A razor was brought to Adah’s head too. What would they do? Adah had never felt so detached from her body. It was not hers any more. It belonged to the goblins.

The expected pain happened below. She heard herself scream. She was glad she did not really feel it. Only the goblin’s body felt the pain. Adah was with Molly’s face, safe from harm.

She was hauled up by her neck into a sitting position. Her useless limp arms were folded up behind her. A bit was forced into her mouth and something hard pressed into her back.

The leather collar was removed and something harder, taller, tighter was put there.

Molly was sat up now too. Her remaining hair had been pulled up into a tube of copper wire. Flaring out from the top her hair hung down shy of her shaven scalp. Her head was wrapped in cord that attached to a bit jammed between her teeth.

Through her nose a large black metal ring hung. Black chain hung loosely from this to the matching rings in her bleeding nipples. Around Molly’s throat was a tall blacked metal collar.

In her outer labia four black rings had been set. Chain from these stretched each lip out to leather garters or thigh bands, exposing the inner labia and the clitoral hood like a red flower or a gaping wound.

A goblin climbed up onto the saddle behind Adah. The ropes at her feet were cut. The bit in her mouth jerked back.

“Huugaan, tac ac!”

Reflexively Adah got her feet under her and stood. Everything hurt! Still watching Molly a goblin climbed into her saddle. Another cut her feet free and her goblin hauled on her bit.

“Kaal, tac ac.” Molly struggled to her feet wincing in pain as the movement of her legs pulled her labia about.

A sharp sting on Adah’s backside sent her leaping forward. The goblin behind her yanking her head to the right. Once running Adah increased her pace. She could escape! Get far away, throw this goblin. Kill the fucker!

It kept turning her, she couldn't run blind. When she slowed to throw it, the whip stung her rump. The little monster kept shouting, “Koc, koc and beating her. Each time she neared the trees he hauled her around.

Molly appeared, spittle spraying out around the gag, tits, rings and chains flying, as the grinning goblin on her back whipped her welt marked arse. Do I look like that wondered Adah? As the whip stung and she endeavoured to speed up to mollify it.

Adah was getting tired but the goblin would not let her slow. She was racing Molly now, every time Molly got ahead the whip started whistling down. Adah looked down at her tits to see large silver rings flailing about as she ran. The ring in her nose was doing the same.

Without arms and hands she could not explore her body. How much hair was on her head, what had they done to her crotch?

They were running now at a teepee. As they neared the bit was pulled back and the goblin in her saddle shouted out, “Huugaan, tuuc.”

Tuuc was obviously goblin for stop, as the pressure on the bit did not relent until Adah had stopped.

“Huugaan, maach.”

Adah dropped to her knees breathing hard past the bit and through her nose, her piercings were on fire, but from her arms there was nothing.

Her rider dismounted and advanced on the teepee but before he got close the two sisters emerged. They now sported leather jackets and leather helms. Each held both a whip and a spear.

“Hello Beautiful. I’ll use common for now, but you will learn goblin tongue.  Two years ago, my father came up with new ways to look after ponies, so you can live long happy lives. Many tribes copied us but we were the first and it has made us rich. You will be looked after, but you will earn your keep. If you are a good girl, and try hard for me, I’m sure we will get on fine.”

She turned and snapped her hand. Two goblin women ran forward with a pile of leather items each. One was deposited in front of Molly and the other Adah.

“Your name is now Gorgeous, in common, as you are the most beautiful human I have ever seen. That is Huugaan in goblin tongue. Now let us start on a good footing. Here is a little gift for my gorgeous human pony, a bouncer for your front crotch ring.”

‘I’m Gorgeous? Huugaan? Huugaan is my name. What’s a bouncer?’ Thought Huugaan, bewildered at how fast everything was happening.

Huugaan found out what a bouncer did straight away as her owner knelt between her knees and tied a weight on a cord to her crotch ring. The experimental tugs to check the knot let Huugaan  know exactly why it was there.

Her owner smiled and winked as she stood up.

“Huugaan my name is Kel’der but, as I said earlier, you call me Gheraan. If you are asked who owns you the phrase is, ‘A rhaal'duuc duun gheraan Kel’der.’ But don’t worry too much, I bought Red to teach you and for my sister to ride.”

Kel’der walked up to Molly, “I know you speak my tongue but so your friend understands; My sister has chosen Kaal for your name. Her name is Kor and she owns you. However when not being ridden you will teach our tongue to Huugaan.” Kaal, as Molly now was, nodded her understanding.

“Draan daal,” called out Kel’der, and the bearers of the leather goods sprang into action.

One approached Huugaan and barked, “Tac ac!” Huugaan did as ordered. The goblin then proceeded to help her into a pair of black leather thigh high boots with straps arond the legs to hold them up. They were without doubt the best quality boots Huugaan had ever worn. They also laced tight at the back of the calf and the goblin wasted no time in securing them.

Finally an almost glossy black leather pony tunic was wrapped around her after she was commanded to kneel once more.

The tunic was warm and now only Huugaan’s face,  bum and privates were exsposed to the cooling evening air. Kel’der climbed up onto Huugaan’s saddle.

“Tac ac.”

Huugaan stood and felt Kel’der stroke her head from behind, “Good girl, Huugaan. I can see we are going to get on well. Now lets see what sort of pace you have. Koc, koc!”

The whip found its mark and Huugaan found herself running besides Kaal. Kaal’s leathers were of a deep red, almost a burgundy. Huugaan had to admit her friend looked pretty amazing as she ran. Perhaps she had been right. While everything did hurt, this could be better than death. This could be a life.