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She did everything the tiny bitch demanded! Not once had she disobeyed her, not since the day she’d knelt before her in that cursed dungeon and sworn on the honor of her ancestors to serve the goblins, not as warrior, but as a mount, until the day she died. But it was never good enough, not for Lady Olinara, her strict and demanding trainer. No matter how hard she worked, how far she pushed herself, how much her strength and stamina increased, or how instantly she obeyed the goblin’s every command, verbal or physical, she knew that her ass would still be well striped by the whip at the end of each week. It was a reenactment of her very first experience as a ponygirl, almost like a ritual at this point in her education. Every Saturday, she was brought to the private riverside docks behind Corvidae Hall where she spent the morning being put through her paces… in full view of the entire merchant quarter. Worse still, Saturday was market day, when the streets were full of gawking pedestrians. It was her misfortune, one amongst many, that Lady Olinara took such great pleasure in putting on her latest outfit and demonstrating to half the city just how good she was with that damned horsewhip, and how thoroughly she had mastered the once mighty warrior woman from the north.

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She did everything the tiny bitch demanded! Not once had she disobeyed her, not since the day she’d knelt before her in that cursed dungeon and sworn on the honor of her ancestors to serve the goblins, not as warrior, but as a mount, until the day she died. But it was never good enough, not for Lady Olinara, her strict and demanding trainer. No matter how hard she worked, how far she pushed herself, how much her strength and stamina increased, or how instantly she obeyed the goblin’s every command, verbal or physical, she knew that her ass would still be well striped by the whip at the end of each week. It was a reenactment of her very first experience as a ponygirl, almost like a ritual at this point in her education. Every Saturday, she was brought to the private riverside docks behind Corvidae Hall where she spent the morning being put through her paces… in full view of the entire merchant quarter. Worse still, Saturday was market day, when the streets were full of gawking pedestrians. It was her misfortune, one amongst many, that Lady Olinara took such great pleasure in putting on her latest outfit and demonstrating to half the city just how good she was with that damned horsewhip, and how thoroughly she had mastered the once mighty warrior woman from the north.